A/N: It took me a while to find a working laptop a place to hole up and type, I apologize! Hopefully this lives up to expectations. I quite enjoyed writing this chapter, in fact this is my favorite fic to write right now apart from the drabble series that I have been writing but haven't been uploading. Eep! Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Concrit is, as always, appreciated!

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 Three: A Smart Mukahi Wednesday

Journal-san,

I've had the greatest revelation today! I found the chink in Oshitari-senpai's armor! Oh, this will be the key to killing any opposition I will face!

Do you recall Oshitari-senpai's odd behavior, Diary-san? The cause of it revealed itself today. It was so odd, but I think I was the only one smart enough to deduce the link. The rest were too busy gaping or squealing like their fan girls (cough Jiroh-senpai cough). It just proves how much they deserve to be gekyukujo-ed as I am the only one in the team who aren't like those weak fan girls* and am intelligent enough.

I will desist with proving why I am far superior to them since the point is moot anyway. Far more interesting (and pressing) is the revelation I had today, and I will not be so cruel as to keep you in suspense as Atobe-buchou is wont to do. So even in this, I am better than him. Gekyukujo…

But back to Oshitari-senpai and his cause of distress.

Atobe-buchou decided to dysfunctional again. We typically alternate between drill and challenge matches on a daily basis. Today was supposed to be drill, but he announced that Doubles 1 and 2 would fight it out, I'd face Kabaji and he would play Jiroh-senpai.

Not shockingly, I beat Kabaji – why else would I be in the running for captaincy? I found myself subsequently watching the doubles pairs play against each other.

But maybe "play" is the wrong word to use. After all, while we knew Shishido-senpai and Choutarou were the better pair (that is why they are Doubles 1), Oshitari-senpai and Mukahi-senpai committing tennis double suicide made the fight not even a fight. Doubles 2 was no perfect combination like Seigaku's Golden Pair but nonetheless, they were still decent.

Prior to this.

But today… they lost 6 – 2, which was, in Atobe-buchou's not-so-humble opinion, pathetic.

He'd come over just as they wrapped up match game, and as expected of him, gave his two yen worth of the match after its conclusion. "Ohtori, Shishido, good work. Shishido – for once. Oshitari, Mukahi. This isn't singles. Mukahi: you are incompetent in singles, much less singles in a doubles game. Oshitari, you needn't display such poor skill if you wanted a change in position – a request would have sufficed."

To my surprise, Mukahi-senpai held off till way after practice, when we had returned to the clubroom. Everyone else had left after their showers, and I'd been packing up my dirty clothing in the shower section when I heard Mukahi-senpai's voice rise. "Looks like you can't keep up with me anymore, Yuushi."

"At least I can manage singles in a doubles game, Gakuto." I could picture Oshitari-senpai's arch brow at that response. Given the fact that he'd retorted they were probably the last two in and had conveniently forgotten about me.

I hastily found my way to the other doorway in the room. The clubroom is separated into two sections – the showers and the lockers – which are connected by two doorways. We typically only used the more convenient one, so the other doorway had ended up blocked up by storage and whatnot and become forgotten. Taking advantage of the lack of care for the surroundings my teammates had, I had created a discreet peaking hideaway spot for gekyukujo-ing research, which I made my way to now.

Luckily for me, Mukahi-senpai was stunned by Oshitari-senpai's response such that he took a while to reply. That lapse gave me enough time to get to my observation point – just in time to see him toss his redhead, causing his burgundy bob to fly in disarray before settling neatly again, shooting back. "Looks like you really can't keep up with me anymore, if you can only use Atobe's lines."

"I don't see the need for new insults when existing ones suffice. Besides, it seems only appropriate if he's your standard now, Gakuto." Oshitari-senpai's response was harsh, his Kansai-bein thicker than usual.

On the contrary, Mukahi-senpai's flabbergasted face was normal – it was often seen when Oshitari-senpai beat him in a verbal spar – which was most of the time. For a moment, I thought it was simply a problem on Oshitari-senpai's part. Then, to my astonishment, Mukahi-senpai rallied and flung a torrent of words at Oshitari-senpai. And it was in this torrent that caused my epiphany.

"Atobe? My stand?" Mukahi-senpai looked almost ready to laugh. "This is what you're on about, Oshitari?"

"You thought I would settle for Atobe's limited self when you yourself have said that my expectations know no bounds? You thought I was upset because of Atobe and Jiroh's relationship? Because I wanted something like that?"
He paused for breath but Oshitari-senpai was apparently too astounded to speak. "Like me inform you, Oshitari Yuushi, that if you feel that Atobe's standards are indeed above you, then you are a fool. And a fool that I defended to Ryou at that. So much for a tensai, Oshitari."

With that, Mukahi swept out of the room in diva style indignation, a style that he was most familiar with – all Hyoutei students had it, to some degree. But for all Mukahi-senpai's familiarity with his inner diva, Oshitari-senpai certainly wasn't familiar to the gaping Oshitari-senpai he left behind. It wasn't very, after all, that Mukahi-senpai outwitted Oshitari-senpai

Perhaps he is indeed losing his genius. Gekyukujo… That would be most fortunate.

I managed to pry the "tensai" story from Choutarou by asking him in front of Shishido-senpai after that. Apparently in first year, after Doubles 2 were officially a pair, Oshitari-senpai had played singles against Atobe-buchou.

Shishido-senpai had asked Mukahi-senpai, I quote, "Ne, Gakuto, who do you think will win?"

As Shishido-senpai tells it, "He shot me that 'are you stupid?" look. "Oshitari, of course."

""I know he's your partner and all, Gakuto. But honestly, Atobe is where he is for a reason." I tried to reason with him.

"But Gakuto… Mataku, he just stared at me. "Tensais have no limits, you baka. If not now, one day, he'll own Atobe's ass.""

But in this, Mukahi-senpai is wrong. Oshitari-senpai may be a tensai, but even tensais have an Achilles heel, and his is Mukahi-senpai. Mess up their relationship situation, and he's a mess.

I've found my key to eradicating opposition! And those people I call teammates were too silly to see it!** Of course I'll need to experiment how to cause a reaction of decreasing viciousness, not increasing it, but the key certainly lies in Mukahi-senpai.

My gekyukujo plans indeed seem to be going well. Perhaps hahaue's idea of a journal wasn't that bad after all… Gekyukujo…

*I'm not disparaging females here, or being sexist. Hell, I'm female too… I'm just putting forward a possible attitude towards the constant fan girl-ing that Hyoutei seems to deal with.

**I am aware that only Hiyoshi himself caught the full scene he describes – the rest only saw what happened on court. It's deliberate, people, it's deliberate. Doesn't it make it even more defunct? So much defunct coming from an obviously defunct person? :D

A/N: While I'm quite aware that it shouldn't take me too long to finish writing this fic, considering I do have a working laptop and the plot worked out already - not to mention I only have 4 more chapters to go, and this is just crack - I'm having personal issues with my writing. It's not so much this fic, but writing in general. I'm quite irritated with my current style, and the words are simply not coming out the way I'd like them to. I'm taking time to tackle it, so work on this fic would be slow. Nonetheless, this fic and the drabble series will be likely to be the first to update. I'm personally targetting to update this in maximum a fortnight's time. Again, I apologize.

Concrit on this chapter would be very much appreciated!

-iirse