To…Ruin a Tennis Practice
All it took was one glance down at his list and Kirihara knew it was going to be far from easy. While he was busy fidgeting around in anxiety his senpai were going about normal routines on the bus. Yanagi was writing in his notebook, Sanada was watching everyone, Yukimura was doing something in his hospital room, Marui was eating cake, Niou was plotting his next prank, Jackal was being boring, and Yagyuu was being a perfect gentleman. They were on a public bus going to a set of practice matches against some no-name school. Rikkai of course will be the winner.
His boredom induced sleepiness was growing by the second. He was of course notorious for being able to fall asleep anywhere and practically on demand. As such his clouded mind was thinking that his senpai wouldn't mind if he just took a quick little nap. . .
"-cuse me. This is the last stop. You have to wake up." Was what accompanied a shake to the 8th grader's shoulder. Blinking awake, Kirihara let out a big yawn as he drowsily dropped some yen to pay the fare as he stepped out of the bus with his bag.
As the vehicle drove away, his mind began clearing and he was confused. "Where am I?" He looked around and saw the school he was in front of was not familiar. Deciding to do the best thing he called his ever dependable Sanada-fukubuchou. His vice-captain picking up on the third ring with an annoyed grunt, he took it as a cue to start his explanation. "Yeah, I dozed off and ended up at some school. I have no idea where I am."
"We had a practice match against Kakinoki Junior High! Now we are down one member do you know how this will make us look?!"
"I know! I know!" Kirihara said, "I hear you Fukubuchou, you don't have to yell. I wouldn't have wasted my Sunday on this if-" a sign caught his eye, "Hey-I see a sign. I know where I am! Hello-? He hung up, chump…" he grumbled. Picking up his bag, he walked through the gates, "Seishun Gakuen huh? I guess I could snoop around."
Peaking in through the chain link fence, Kirihara ogled the practice going on with interest. "Oooh, interesting practice, I wonder where Tezuka is…"
"Hello? You're not a student here are you?"
Cursing under his breath, Kirihara whipped his head around searching for the voice, finding it behind him. Caught already?!
"All right," Kirihara said haughtily, "I might as well tell you. I'm Rikkaidai's 8th Grade Ace, Kirihara Akaya."
Oishi seemed confused, "Rikkai? What does one of Kanagawa's players want with us?"
Scratching the back of his head, Kirihara grinned, "I just wanted to spy on you guys a bit."
"Spy!" Arai (the guy who always loses) head shot up.
Catching a glimpse of Seigaku's captain Kirihara called out, "Hey! You're Tezuka right? My teammates have their eye on you…you were the only one to beat the upperclassmen during the Kanto tournament . Man-I'd love to play against you," he said, drawing out his own tennis racket.
Tezuka only gave him a stony look, because we all know Tezuka is a rock. "No outsiders allowed," he said sternly.
"C'mon, I just want one set," Kirihara whined. "Don't be such a fuddy-duddy." Frowning since Tezuka still refused with the same emotionless stare, Kirihara pointed at his head, "You know some day a weird wind is going to blow and your face will be stuck that way."
"Hey! Quit dissin our captain!" Arai shouted, serving a tennis ball straight for Kirihara's seaweed head.
Easily cradling the shot, Kirihara bounced the tennis ball on his racket casually, "Ignoring me will only make me want to play you more," Kirihara said to (the still stony) Tezuka, "I'll whup ya," he said with a grin, garnering a sharp look from Tezuka.
"Just playin," the second year said with a smile, "Here's your ball back Arai!" he said, sending the ball flying backwards…straight into Momo's face. A chain reaction was started: Momo's racket went flying through the air, which then hit Kachiro who was carrying a basket of tennis balls, which he then dropped and made all the tennis balls go all over the place, causing everyone to trip, which led to Kaidoh getting hit in the head. Kirihara's (and everyone else's) face were all clearly saying "Oh crap."
"Everyone thirty laps now!" want to take a guess at who ordered that?
Taking this as his exit cue, Kirihara fled the scene and didn't look back. Yes people, he just ditched the disaster that was all his fault. Shame on you Kirihara, your senpai should have taught you better…on second thought forget that. Let's all be glad his senpai didn't teach him more, especially a certain Demigod and Trickster, yes, let's all be glad he didn't turn out like them. It was also a good thing Fuji wasn't there, and we all know why.
Kirihara on the other hand was actually quite pleased. "Who knew ruining a tennis practice was so easy! Take that senpai! I so did it without your help!"
Yep, Kirihara Akaya's first thing to do on his middle school bucket list was ruin a tennis practice…without dying of course.
A/N: Writers block is a terrible thing, this might be the only PoT story I update for a bit. Most of my other stories will be moving slow as well. We can all thank school for that, it just saps my creativity.