Ange: Yay threesomes!
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Round Three: The Real Impostor
A determined tennis regular studied himself in the full length mirror in the boy's bathroom trying to school his face into the right expression.
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"Ne, Kabaji," he said to his reflection. He frowned at the result. "No, no, no," he muttered, "that's not how it goes. Let's see…oh I know!" He straightened up his posture and deepened his voice some more, "Ne, Kabaji." Perfect! He wouldn't know what hit him.
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"Ore-sama is pleased."
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He spotted Kabaji just as he left the tennis locker rooms after practice was over.
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"Ahn, Ore-sama has finally found you, ne Kabaji," He said walking up to the much bigger boy. "Come Kabaji, let's walk to the game arcade. Ore-sama is in need of entertainment."
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Kabaji stared at him for a long moment. He was much shorter than normal today. His hair looked unkempt and could even be mistaken for a mop. But nobody else talked like Atobe that he knew so it had to be him. He'll just ignore the fact that his mole was on the wrong side of his face as well.
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The smaller boy fidgeted as the silence stretched on. "Ore-sama no bigi ni yoina," he added dramatically while posing for effect.
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"Usu," said Kabaji walking over to the commanding boy who gave a sigh of relief. It worked!
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"What are you doing Kabaji," someone said walking up to them. "And Jiroh what is that ridiculous getup you're in? Surely you are not picking fun at Ore-sama?"
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Kabaji glanced behind him. It was another Atobe? Looking between the two doubles he saw instantly where the other one went wrong. How could he have doubted himself?
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"Come Kabaji," the real Atobe said to him, "Ore-sama requires your assistance in cleaning up the classroom."
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Kabaji nodded and left the impostor behind, following Atobe back into the school.
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Drats, Jiroh thought to himself as he rubbed off the mole on his cheek and tossed the mop end he used as a wig from his head.
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He won this round again too.
A/N: That's it for now. Stay tuned for the rest!