A/N: So this was supposed to be completed last Christmas (o.O nice song!) but it's more than a year later and I'm still not done. FAIL. Anyhow, I do intend to finish this, and have already planned out, more or less, how this would go. I hope I managed to capture the same tone that I did in the last chapter.

Standard reminders are that this includes Irresistible, Dirty and Silver, as per the brat's demands. Don't like, don't read :P There is a little language and, plentiful OOC-ness and ridiculousness. Brain damage may occur? :D

Disclaimer: Original names, characters and places don't belong to me. I don't own anything except the general ridiculous plot-less plot and OC(s), if any. Yadablah.

True Colors of the Rainbow

From the Perspective of Hiyoshi Wakashi: A Week in Hyotei Gakuen

for: shattered. illusions. (very belated) Merry Christmas (09), chibi.

Day Two: An Uncontrolled Oshitari Tuesday

Dear Diary,

Oh kami, that was so girly. What else can I offer as an excuse but the explosion of the romance fanatic that is Oshitari-senpai today that has led to me becoming infected by his inner girl? Atobe-buchou mentioned something about Free-Wu-Di-An theories of Ani-something.* I ought to look it up, now I think of it – it may be the key to gekyukujo-ing buchou.

But the explosion of Oshitari-senpai needs to be properly attended to first, for it was so astonishing a sight to see his control break. Recall, for a moment, my previous comment on his control – near stellar.

I swear I've never seen such uncharacteristic behavior from Oshitari-senpai before. I feel I cannot do it justice unless I properly narrate it.

It began in morning practice. I, as always, arrived early because it is always good to practice more in case the chance of gekyukujo-ing Atobe-buchou presents itself. I've been searching for chinks in buchou's "ice armor" but it is really difficult as he conceals his real self so well. Nonetheless, I stand firm in my belief that I will succeed one day. I t is only a matter of time.

But as I was saying, I arrived only to see Oshitari-senpai already in, practicing in one of the half-courts. This alone was cause for concern. The rest of the Hyotei regulars always arrived at about the same time – slightly early. And their arrival was typically I three separate groups: Atobe-buchou and Kabaji-san with Jiroh-senpai over his shoulder, Shishido-senpai and Choutarou, and Oshitari- and Mukahi-senpai.

I can't really remember when it was established but I do recall a dispute on it once. It went down something like this:

Doubles 2 had strolled in late for a practice shortly before Districts this year. They had the 'fortunate' timing of walking into the eye of the storm. Buchou had been particularly short that morning and decimated all non-regulars of any worth and had just finished off Shishido-senpai, then a singles player.

Upon sight of the illustrious duo, who garnered his attention through the squeals of their elated fangirls (Oshitari-senpai's more so than Mukahi-senpai's), buchou had turned and leveled so frosty a look that I heard a fangirl wonder if snowfall would recommence even though it was now spring. "And why are you late, ahn?"

Oshitari-senpai took the responsibility of answering; I suspect he feared that Mukahi-senpai's sharp tongue would fan the flames further. "Gakuto couldn't wake up, Atobe."

He received an arched brow for his trouble. How rude of our 'refined' buchou. "Mukahi's punctuality or lack thereof has no effect on yours whatsoever, Oshitari."

"Au contraire, Atobe." Oshitari-senpai had replied. "It does. As an exclusive doubles player, I'm aimless without my partner. If Gakuto is late, then I must as well be too, as I have nothing to do till he arrives."

Atobe-buchou's face stunning resembled the puce he so adored. I had not thought it possible for his face to darken but it did at Mukahi-senpai's first flippancy of the day. "Besides, Yuushi would hurry me along. Or else I'll be even later!"

"50 laps. Oshitari. Mukahi." Buchou had ground out before stalking off.

That conspiracy was concluded somehow, as buchou never complained again and the duo always arrived together – even when they had tiffs, they were there at approximately the same time, scoffing at the 'waste of time' that was one another.

This was thus really odd of Oshitari-senpai. The second thing that appeared to be different was his style of playing, against the wall as it were, this morning. While my eye is hardly as trained as Rikkaidai's Yanagi or Seigaku's Inui in analyzing play style, it seemed to be particularly rougher and more vicious than normal. While Oshitari-senpai typically executed moves with precise, calculated grace, his play this morning seemed more like he was channeling pent up emotion into the actions he carried out, resulting in less accuracy than what he normally would present.

I proceeded to do my own warm ups till the allotted time, and thus missed the early part of the ensuing drama, as I only walked into it punctually at 7 when practice was officially due to begin.

When I reached the 'main courts,' a full-fledged verbal spar was already taking place between Oshitari-senpai and Atobe-buchou.

"What are you doing here so early anyway, Atobe? Couldn't keep up?" My mind vaguely registered Shishido-senpai's shock at Oshitari-senpai's taking over of his habitual taunts towards buchou with ease, and much more crudity.

Buchou's glare would have frozen a lesser person, even as he replied in icy tones. "The fact that you were deprived of warmth yetereve may be cause for jealousy, Oshitari, but you need not demonstrate it towards ore-sama." He turned to his audience. "10 laps, then standard swing practice before ball control till the bell goes."

"Like we need them." Oshitari-senpai, to my surprise, scoffed – it was typically Shishido- or Mukahi-senpai that protested any training methods.

Atobe-buchou merely lifted a brow, his typical haughty expression of condescension. "Judging from the pathetic accuracy of your self-practice this morning, Oshitari, ore-sama assures you that you particularly need it." He swept off on laps.

"Fuck you." Oshitari-senpai called, to my shock.

Buchou didn't even turn. "Make that 15. And Oshitari? No, thank you."

I watched our normally composed fukubuchou sputter in rage even as he threw himself into running. For myself, I settled myself in pace beside Choutarou, who was alone since Shishido- and Mukahi-senpai were making a game of tag of their laps, in order to be better updated on the events of the morning.

While Choutarou does hate gossip, knowing each other since elementary school allowed me the privilege of pressing him and not remaining denied. From what I gathered, he and Shishido-senpai had arrived to the same initial sight that I had – Oshitari-senpai training, alone, and early. The trio of Atobe-buchou, Kabaji and Jiroh-senpai had arrived shortly after and, making their way over, Doubles 1 had found Atobe-buchou asking Oshitari-senpai why he was so early. Somehow Oshitari-senpai had been snappy and taken offense at one of buchou's typical haughty comments and it had escalated in a competition of masculinity, of which the tail end I had just personally witnessed.

*insert a headdesk or facefault here*

I thought it was over then, but it carried into afternoon practice as well!

Atobe-buchou strolled into the clubroom (fashionably, he claimed) late and was interrupted in his habitual speech of how we "mere mortals were lucky to be graced by ore-sama's magnificent presence."

It was none other than Oshitari-senpai who did the interrupting with a remark so unlike him that I thought for a moment that an uninhibited Mukahi- or Shishido-senpai had possessed his skin. "Did you have to prove your masculinity at the expense of training, Atobe? I didn't realize how deep your insecurity ran."

"You need not express your own deprivation, Oshitari, or broadcast it." Atobe coolly replied. "Singles practice, even for doubles today. Shishido vs. Ohtori, Court 7. Oshitari, Mukahi, Court 5. Jiroh, Kabaji, Court 2. Hiyoshi, Court 4." He nodded to me and walked out.

I find it unfortunate to report that I failed at gekyukujo-ing buchou today, but it will happen soon, I swear!

He surprising let me off rather easily enough, today, before going off to watch Jiroh-senpai and Kabaji's still ongoing match. I followed the general crowd of non-regulars instead and found myself at diagonally across my previous court at Court 5. A quick glance at the adjacent Court 7 proved it empty, meaning that Shishido-senpai and Choutarou must have concluded their match. I scanned the crowd briefly for them, but amid the mass of non-regular jackets, it was surprising hard to find a pair of regular jerseys.

Abandoning my search in favor of watching Doubles 2 fight it out, I focused instead on the game. To my surprise, Oshitari-senpai was both silent and loud – the former in naming the many moves he used and the latter in cursing at any given opportunity. Were we children, his mouth would have tasted of soap for a month or more! In this setting, it was clear to even my untrained eye how viciously he was playing today. It was greater than even this morning.

I don't know how long we stood watching Oshitari-senpai decimate Mukahi-senpai but it went on until Atobe buchou stepped in, slamming back a ball Mukahi-senpai would have missed to an out deliberately before fixing both parties with a chilly look – he seemed to be favoring them greatly today. "I believe you two have played around enough."

Mukahi-senpai, to my surprise, merely waltzed off to where Shishido-senpai now stood with Choutarou, and gratefully took the proffered towel. Oshitari-senpai, in contrast clearly gave Atobe buchou the eye roll and walked off, flipping him off as he did. That, of course, earned him the ire of nearby fangirls.

It called short today's training and I myself am baffled by Oshitari-senpai's uninhibited odd behavior today. It was as though all his walls came down**…

Yes, of course this has a point! I am no self-centered, mewling, silly girl that requires ranting to herself for therapy, after all! This has led me to consider that since Oshitari-senpai is the only person to oppose buchou to such a degree, would it not be prudent to gekyukujo Oshitari-senpai first so that I will remain uncontested in the future when I succeed in gekyukujo-ing buchou. When, not if.

It certainly bears consideration. Which I shall embark on after hahaue reviews this entry. She explicitly reminded me of it this morning before this defunct day occurred and it would not do to earn her ire. Besides, it shouldn't take very long unless she embarks on one of those lectures on how I should not be so obsessed. In which case, I could do my consideration and planning while she preaches to the choir, right…?

* Freudian theory about anima and animus. Basically, the inner girl inside a male psyche and vice versa.

** I apologize for the very Katy Perry (Teenage Dream) line here; I am too addicted to any Glee songs to do with Klaine. I can't think of any other way to express this!

A/N: Again, I hope you enjoyed it. It was certainly fun to write! Somehow, I feel it doesn't quite live up to the last chapter, but all I can possibly offer in my defense is that the first chapter was plotless, whereas this is trying to bridge my plans for the remaining 5 chapters to the original chapter. Anyhow, please R&R! -iirse