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FIC: Tenipuri drabbles
Here, have some fic, oh loffly flist of mine. ^.^
These drabbles-that-are-much-too-long-to-actually-be-called-drabbles were originally written from prompts forbnf_brawl, but um. Well. I like sharing. And I like feedback. Not gonna lie. ^^;;
~~Akutsu and Dan. Prompt: headband~~
“Akutsu-senpai! Akutsu-senpai!!”
“What, brat?”
“Where are we going, desu?” Dan asked, practically bouncing with excitement.
“Fucking – We are not going anywhere,” Akutsu growled. “You’re fucking following me.”
Dan looked up at the taller boy, grinning. “But you called me, desu!” His headband fell into his eyes, and he pushed it back up absently, his grin widening.
“The hell? I did not!” Akutsu snapped.
“Yes you did, desu!” Dan pulled out his cell-phone, pushing buttons on it rapidly. “It only rang once, so I didn’t get to answer it, desu. But you definitely called me, desu!” He held the phone up so that Akutsu could see the Missed Calls list, where his name was clearly in the first slot.
“Che.” Akutsu shoved Dan’s hand away. “My finger slipped.”
Dan merely beamed at him, his headband slipping down again. “And then you were hanging around by my house, desu,” he said, pushing it out of his eyes. “I’m so happy, desu!”
Akutsu averted his eyes, grumbling about something or other, before jerking his gaze back to Dan. “And why the fuck are you still wearing that stupid headband?”
“Because I like it, desu!”
“It’s fucking gross.”
“It’s my good luck charm, desu!”
“It’s too big for you, brat.”
“I don’t care, desu.” Dan grinned, and it fell down across his eyes once more.
Akutsu rolled his eyes and then made a sudden sharp turn into one of the shops they were walking by.
“What are we doing in here, desu?”
“Shut the hell up, already,” Akutsu said, almost offhandedly as he stormed down one of the isles. He snatched something off one of the shelves, glanced from it to Dan and back again, and then headed for the checkout line.
“What’s that, desu?” Dan asked as Akutsu slammed his money down onto the counter. He stood on his tip-toes, as if that would help him see into the bag the cashier handed Akutsu.
Akutsu stormed back out of the store again and, staring in the opposite direction, held the bag out for Dan to take. “Here,” he grumbled.
“It’s for me, desu?” Dan asked, his eyes going wide.
“Just fucking take it!” Akutsu snapped.
Dan quickly complied and peered into the bag curiously. “You got me another headband, desu?”
Akutsu turned away abruptly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he started walking down the sidewalk again. “At least that one will fit, brat.”
Dan stared at Akutsu’s retreating back for a moment, before a huge smile broke out over his face. “Th-thank you, Akutsu-senpai! Thank you so much!” he cried, hurrying to catch up.
“You ever mention this to anyone else and I’ll fucking kill you,” Akutsu said, sneering.
“Of course, desu! Thank you, desu!”
“Fucking shut up already, would you?”
“Of course, Akutsu-senpai! Thank you again, Akutsu-senpai!”
“…Che.”
FIN
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~~Minami and Sengoku at the mall with pretty girls. Sort of.~~
“Maaaah, Sengoku-kun, what’re we doing?”
“We’re at the mall,” Sengoku replied, loudly finishing the remains of his drink as he glanced around. “What do you think we’re doing?”
Minami pouted, picking absently at what was left of his fries, which had long since turned cold. “Well, I thought we were going shopping, but we’ve just been sitting in the food court for the past two hours.”
“Hey, hey, buck up!” Sengoku said cheerfully, slapping Minami on the back and then sprawling back in his chair. “You didn’t actually want to go shopping, did you? That’s so boring.”
“But I need new tennis shoes…”
“We can get those anytime,” Sengoku said, waving him off.
Minami arched his eyebrows at him. “And sitting around eating is something we can’t do anytime?”
“We’re not eating; we’re scouting.”
Minami glanced doubtfully from the crumbs on Sengoku’s tray to his own empty cup. “We were definitely eating,” he mumbled. “And what do you mean scouting? We’re not trying to be like St. Rudolph’s Mizuki, are we?”
“Who?” Sengoku replied distractedly, having apparently caught sight of something interesting across the food court.
“St. Rudolph’s – Oh, never mind. What’re you doing?” Minami asked as Sengoku stood up and began brushing himself off and straightening out his clothes.
“Come on, Minami-kun, make yourself presentable.”
“That’s a little bit difficult,” Minami said, scowling. “Not everyone can have perfect hair like you.”
“I like the porcupine look, myself.” Sengoku grinned at him, and then reach over to pull him out of his chair. “Come on! Look happy, at least!”
“Why? What’re we doing now? Can we at least get ice cream, as long as we’re here?”
“Ice cream comes later,” Sengoku said hurriedly. “Pretty girls approaching at three o’clock.”
Minami glanced at his watch. “It’s already three-thirty…”
Sengoku rolled his eyes. “No! Just – look!” He grabbed his shoulder, twisting him around to the right so he could get a clear shot of the two middle school girls walking towards them.
“Who’re they?” Minami asked, and then his eyes widened. “Is this what you meant by scouting? Sengoku-kun!”
“Shhh!” Sengoku hushed him. “This’ll be fun.”
“It took you two hours to catch some girl’s attention?” Minami frowned. “That’s not like you at all.”
“I know, I know, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” Sengoku said. He gave his shirt one more halfhearted brush, flicked his hand through his hair, and then grinned as the two girls pulled up in front of them.
Minami sighed and merely wiped his hands on his pants.
One of the girls, the brunette, smiled at them. “Hello!” she said cheerfully, smiling a very pretty smile.
“Hi,” Minami said flatly. Sengoku elbowed him roughly in the side.
“Hello, gorgeous!” he said, leaning in closer and offering the girl his hand.
The blonde girl tittered at him. “Hi,” she said shyly. “Where do you two go to school?”
“Yamabuki,” Sengoku answered, grinning. “We’re very important members of one of the sports teams there.”
“Oh yeah?” the brunette asked. “What do you play?”
Sengoku hesitated for the briefest of seconds, so Minami eagerly answered, “Tennis! I’m the captain,” and gave them a wide grin.
The two girls exchanged looks.
“Oh, geez, look at the time!” the brunette said loudly, glancing at her bare wrist.
“Gosh, how did it get to be so late?” the blonde added. “Well, it was nice meeting you, but we really must be going!” They hurried off, giggling to themselves, before Sengoku or Minami could say another word.
“Whoops,” Minami said sheepishly, folding his hands behind his head.
“You know, I’m really starting to hate that whole tennis player stereotype,” Sengoku grumbled. “Not everyone plays Doubles. Some of us are straight singles players. And I mean straight.”
“Whatever,” Minami said, grinning. He grabbed hold of Sengoku’s arm and pulled him in the direction of one of the vendors. “Come on. I need shoes and you owe me an ice cream.”
FIN
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~~Something with Jyousei~~
“Do you ever get the feeling that we’re, like, the outcasts of the tennis circuit or something?” Oota asked suddenly, glancing around at the rest of his teammates.
The twins gave him bored looks. “What do you mean?” they asked simultaneously.
“I dunno,” Oota said, shrugging. “I feel like we’re always forgotten or something. It’s like we’re from the Island of Misfit Toys. You know? From that movie? Except we’re not toys, I guess.”
Kouhei raised an eyebrow at him. Youhei merely frowned and leaned toward him a bit. “So you’re saying we’re from the School of Misfit Tennis Players?”
Oota considered this. “Yeah, I guess that’s right.”
“Kajimoto-buchou is pretty popular, though,” Kouhei pointed out.
“I’m not popular,” Kajimoto said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t bring me into this.”
“It’s because he’s pretty,” Oota said, ignoring him completely.
“I’m pretty!” Wakato exclaimed, throwing himself over the back of the couch beside Oota.
Oota snorted. “No you’re not.”
“Was that supposed to be a compliment?” Kajimoto asked doubtfully.
“You did get to go to the Senbatsu camp, Kajimoto-buchou,” Youhei said.
Wakato pouted. “I got to go to the Senbatsu camp!”
“So did Shinjou-senpai, but I’m not about to say he’s pretty,” Oota said. “I kind of like living, thanks.”
Wakato looked across to where the other boy was moping on his end of the couch. “Maybe in a certain light…” he said, snickering.
“Yeah, try no light,” the twins muttered.
“Oi, Reiji!” Wakato called, grinning. “What’s with all the doom and gloom?”
“It’s because Hanamura-sensei isn’t here,” Kiriyama said gruffly.
Oota gave his doubles partner a startled look. “Wait, I bet that’s why everyone pretends we don’t exist!”
Kiriyama arched his eyebrows in question.
“It’s because our coach is such a weirdo. That’s got to be it.”
“Don’t insult Hanamura-sensei!” Shinjou bellowed, suddenly standing over them, his fists clenched.
Oota and the twins sank back into the couch. Wakato merely ducked behind it.
“Sit down, Reiji,” Kajimoto said tiredly. “Wakato, wasn’t it your turn to sing?”
“Oh yeah!” Wakato jumped up and bounded over to the stereo system. He began flipping through the binder that listed all of the songs. “Should I do an American song this time? Oh, how about Enrique Iglesias?”
“You did him last time,” Kajimoto said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can barely speak English, much less Spanish. Let’s not try to mix the two, alright?”
Wakato ignored him. “How about that Shuuji to Akira song? Seishun Amigo?”
The twins’ eyes widened. “No-”
“Too late!” Wakato smirked. He held his hand in front of his face. “Too bad I’m not wearing white pants. CHANGE OVER!”
“Oh God,” Youhei muttered.
Kouhei sighed. “This is going to be painful.”
“Hehe.” Wakato swung his arm around, hitting the play button on the stereo, and as soon as the music started he began spinning around, kicking up his legs and jerking his arms around in time with the beat.
“We should have never let him watch that music video,” Youhei said, burying his face in his hands.
“Hey,” Kouhei whispered, leaning towards Oota. “The Island of Misfit Toys. That’s from that Rudolph movie, right?”
“What? Oh. Yeah, why?” Oota whispered back. If Wakato knew they weren’t paying attention to his performance, there’d be hell to pay.
“Didn’t those toys end up being the best ones in the movie? They were the most important ones anyway, right?”
Oota’s brow furrowed and he pushed up his sunglasses to give Kouhei a confused look. “What’s your point?”
Kouhei grinned. “Just wait till next year when we’re in charge of the team. We’ll make people notice us. Misfits or not, we’ll be the best. We’re Hanamura’s masterpieces, after all.”
Oota stared at him for a moment longer, and then he smirked. “Yeah, we are, aren’t we?” he said, settling back onto the couch. He turned back to Wakato just in time to see him thrust his hips out in a circular motion, holding his hands behind his head.
Oota frowned.
“Well. Some of us more than others.”
FIN
(This is the music video that Wakato is trying to imitate. =P)
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~~Hyotei 3rd year regulars. Prompt: games~~
“Shishido, it’s your turn.”
“Hmmm.”
“…Shishido.”
“…”
“Shishido!”
“I’m thinking, alright? Chill out!” Shishido frowned, staring down at the board.
“How can you be thinking?” Gakuto asked, his brow furrowing. “It’s not exactly difficult. Just roll the freaking dice!”
“This requires deep concentration,” Shishido said. He adjusted his cap and then rubbed his hands together, taking a deep breath.
“The rest of us are not here to sit around and watch you dawdle,” Atobe said, glancing up from where he was laying on his side, head propped up with his fist. “Hurry up; I’m getting bored.”
“Shut up, Atobe,” Shishido said distractedly. “If I can roll a seven or higher, I’m okay for another trip around the board. Anything else and I’m pretty much dead. Well, a three would be alright, I guess.”
“You’re pretty much dead anyway, aren’t you?” Oshitari drawled.
“Yuushi’s got all the railroads, so you’re screwed if you roll a two,” Gakuto said, snickering.
“Rolling a two’s unlikely,” Atobe said. He smirked, tapping a spot on the board. “My properties are what you need to watch out for.
Shishido’s nose wrinkled. “I was doing so good at the beginning!” he said petulantly. “Then Jiroh had to go and buy out all my stuff.” He huffed, crossing his arms. “Lame.”
“Oh my God, Shishido, roll!” Gakuto exclaimed. “Look, I’ll give you the electric company if you just hurry the hell up.”
Shishido perked up noticeably. “Really?”
“Yes,” Gakuto said, holding out the card in question. “Here, take it, take it. And roll, damn it!”
“No one ever lands on this thing,” Shishido muttered, but he accepted it anyway. “Fine, I’m going. Sheesh.” He took another deep breath, picked up the dice, and began shaking them in his hand.
“Shishido,” Atobe said, arching his eyebrows after a good thirty seconds of this had passed.
“Alright, alright!” he said, and then he tossed the dice onto the board.
Atobe smirked.
Shishido cursed.
“That’s just unlucky,” Oshitari said, grinning a bit.
Gakuto snatched the electric company card back from Shishido’s dwindling pile. “I’ll be taking this back, thank you very much.”
“Boardwalk,” Atobe said, his eyes glinting. “Have you got anything left to pay me with? Or should I be excepting special favors?”
“This game is stupid and you suck,” Shishido said, glowering. He shoved the rest of his pile towards Atobe and then crossed his arms sulkily. “How did you manage to get two hotels on Boardwalk and Park Place, anyway?”
“Monopoly is a game that reflects genuine real life skills,” Atobe said loftily, dividing up the pitiful remains of Shishido’s money and adding it to his own piles. “I can’t help it if I’m naturally that talented.”
Gakuto snorted. “Yeah, sure,” he said, shifting around so that he was leaning against Oshitari’s side.
“Someone needs to wake Jiroh up,” Oshitari said. “It’s his turn.”
Shishido scowled down at the boy who was currently using his thigh for a pillow. “I think my feet are asleep,” he said, shaking Jiroh’s shoulder gently. “I’ve been sitting cross-legged for too long. Oy, Jiroh, it’s your turn now. Jiroh!”
“Whaaa?” Jiroh said sleepily, blinking a couple times. “My turn already?” He yawned widely, rolling over so that his face was nearly in Shishido’s crotch. “Mmmm, don’t wanna…”
Shishido spluttered, his eyes wide, and shoved the other boy off of him. “Jiroh, wake up!”
“Ow,” Jiroh said flatly, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. He yawned again, glancing down at the board. “You out, Shishido?”
“You surprised?” Shishido returned.
“Not really,” Jiroh said, scratching the back of his head. “Maaah, Atobe, this game’s already over. Let’s play something else.”
“It’s not over,” Atobe said, his eyes widening just slightly. “I haven’t bought out all of Oshitari’s properties yet.”
“You haven’t gotten mine, either!” Gakuto said.
“You’re not a threat,” Atobe said offhandedly.
“Oy!” Gakuto exclaimed.
“It’s true, though,” Shishido said, leaning over to look at what the other boy still had.
“At least I’m still in the game,” Gakuto snapped.
Shishido scowled and fiddled absently with his hat.
“I want to play something else!” Jiroh said again. “Atobe!”
Atobe sighed. “Fine. Whose turn is it to pick?”
“Mine!” Shishido, Gakuto, and Jiroh all said simultaneously. Then they stared at each other.
“No way, Jiroh! You’re the one who picked Monopoly in the first place!” Shishido yelled, rising up onto his knees.
“I did not!” Jiroh said. “Atobe’s always the one who picks Monopoly!”
“Liar!” Gakuto shouted, pointing at Jiroh.
“Oh, you’re one to talk!” Shishido said, turning to face Gakuto. “You got to pick last week! It’s my turn!”
“It is not!” Gakuto said. “It’s my turn and I want to play poker!”
“It’s my turn, and I say Mario tennis!” Shishido growled.
Jiroh’s eyes widened. “Ooohh, yeah, Mario tennis!” he said eagerly, practically bouncing up and down.
“Poker!”
“Mario tennis!” Jiroh and Shishido said together.
“Jiroh already chose a game, so Mario tennis is out by default,” Gakuto said. “We’re playing poker!”
“Mario tennis!”
“POKER!”
“MARIO TENNIS!”
“Oshitari.” Atobe rolled his eyes and gestured for the tensai to come closer.
“What?” Oshitari drawled, adjusting his glasses.
“Go put a movie on, would you? Maybe that will calm the children down.”
Oshitari’s glasses glinted as he smirked. “Gladly,” he said, before strolling over to the huge TV that Atobe had in his room.
The other three were still arguing loudly amongst themselves. Atobe sighed in a very put-upon manner.
He just hoped Oshitari didn’t decide to watch Titanic. Again.
FIN
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~~Yamabuki tennis team. Prompt: ice cream~~
“Minami-kuuun!” Sengoku sang, bounding forward and throwing his arm around Minami’s neck. “How’s my favorite Jimi doing?”
“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” Minami said, sighing as he shoved Sengoku off.
“Why is he your favorite?” Masami asked, pouting more than a bit exaggeratedly. “What am I?”
“Second favorite.” Sengoku grinned, slapping Masami on the shoulder. Masami slouched and shot him a glare. “Anyway,” Sengoku said, reaching behind himself and pulling Dan forward, “Dan-kun thinks we should get food. I told him Minami-buchou would treat.” His grin widened.
“What?” Minami said, eyes wide. “I just bought new shoes, I can’t treat you today! And stop using Dan-kun as an excuse to get free food!”
“It’s okay, Minami-buchou! I don’t really want food, desu. Sengoku-senpai is making things up, desu!” Dan exclaimed, pushing his headband out of his eyes.
“I want food,” Muromachi said, leaning around Masami and pulling his sunglasses down over his nose to look at the others. He smirked. “Sengoku-senpai, how about you treat?”
Sengoku’s eyes widened. “Why me?”
“Because if our buchou can’t afford it today, then our fukubuchou should step up and help out, ne?”
“Alright, alright.” Sengoku sighed, pulling out his wallet. “What should we get?”
“Burgers.”
“Ramen.”
Kita and Nitobe glared at each other.
“I’m not getting ramen with you ever again after last time, Nitobe-senpai,” Kita said.
“Why not?” Nitobe asked, arching an eyebrow at his doubles partner.
“Because you put wasabi in my bowl!”
“That makes it better!” Nitobe exclaimed. “It’s so bland without that extra kick to it.”
Kita snorted and crossed his arms. “I refuse to get ramen.”
“Well I don’t want burgers!” Nitobe said. “And I’m the senpai, so what I say goes!”
Minami sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. Sengoku glanced at him, chuckling. “Ice cream it is!” he crowed, wrapping his arm around Dan’s shoulder and steering him in the direction of the nearest ice cream shop.
“But…I’m lactose intolerant…” Masami said. He was ignored.
“Ice cream isn’t food,” Muromachi said, frowning. “It’s not substantial at all. It’s just empty calories.”
“What was that?” Sengoku said, cupping his ear. “You’re offering to pay? How nice!”
“Er.” Muromachi laughed suddenly, holding his hand behind his head. “Ahaha, I mean – ice cream, yay! Eh-hehe…”
“I like ice cream, desu!” Dan said, smiling widely. “Thank you for treating, desu! Akutsu-senpai doesn’t always treat when I go with him, desu.”
“Akutsu?” Sengoku snorted. “I asked him if he wanted to come. That guy’s so antisocial.”
“I can call him, desu!”
“Ano, Sengoku-kun…” Minami said, tapping Sengoku on the shoulder.
“Yeah?”
Minami pointed behind their group. Sengoku followed his finger, and his eyes went wide.
“Er. Heeeey, Akutsu,” he said, swallowing. “Fancy seeing you here!”
“Che,” Akutsu said, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking away. “You think you losers could walk any fucking faster? You’re in my way.”
“Akutsu-senpai!” Dan cried, pushing through the rest of his team until he was beside the older boy. “You should come with us, desu!”
Akutsu started to sneer at him, but then he stopped and looked at Sengoku instead, and suddenly he was smirking. His eyes glinted. “Well, if Sengoku-fukubuchou is treating,” he said slowly, smirk widening. “I’m not the kind of guy who turns away such nice generosity.”
Sengoku’s shoulders fell. Minami patted him on the back sympathetically.
“Um, still lactose intolerant,” Masami spoke up again.
“We’ll get you a cookie,” Minami said, grinning.
“Do you think they’ll have soy sauce wherever we’re going?” Nitobe asked. “I usually bring some with me, but I left it at home today.”
“I’m not sitting next to you,” Kita said flatly.
“Man, all I wanted was some free food,” Sengoku bemoaned, throwing his head back and sighing.
“One day I’ll treat you, Sengoku-senpai!” Dan said cheerfully. “…But I have no money today, desu.”
“I’m so fucking hungry all of a sudden,” Akutsu said offhandedly. He was still smirking. Sengoku groaned.
“I still say ice cream isn’t food,” Muromachi muttered. At Sengoku’s glare, he hastily added, “Not that I’m complaining or anything.” Sengoku was still glaring, so he coughed and absently fiddled with his sunglasses.
“Oh wait.” Nitobe pulled a soy sauce packet out of his pocket. “I forgot I grabbed some extras at lunch.”
“…” said Kita.
“You are so fucking weird,” Akutsu spat.
“Thank you, Akutsu-senpai!” Kita exclaimed. “Finally, someone who agrees with me!”
Akutsu frowned. “Did I say you could talk to me?”
“Er…”
“Okay!” Minami said quickly, stepping in front of Kita. “We’re here!”
“Dang,” Sengoku muttered.
“Yay, desu!”
“…I still think we should have gone for ramen.”
FIN
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w00t! Ficcage, yay! Also, chapter 16 of Answers is currently with betas, but it probably will have to undergo massive editing, so... >_< But an update shouldn't be too far off!
~Maxine
These drabbles-that-are-much-too-long-to-actually-be-called-drabbles were originally written from prompts for
bnf_brawl, but um. Well. I like sharing. And I like feedback. Not gonna lie. ^^;;~~Akutsu and Dan. Prompt: headband~~
“Akutsu-senpai! Akutsu-senpai!!”
“What, brat?”
“Where are we going, desu?” Dan asked, practically bouncing with excitement.
“Fucking – We are not going anywhere,” Akutsu growled. “You’re fucking following me.”
Dan looked up at the taller boy, grinning. “But you called me, desu!” His headband fell into his eyes, and he pushed it back up absently, his grin widening.
“The hell? I did not!” Akutsu snapped.
“Yes you did, desu!” Dan pulled out his cell-phone, pushing buttons on it rapidly. “It only rang once, so I didn’t get to answer it, desu. But you definitely called me, desu!” He held the phone up so that Akutsu could see the Missed Calls list, where his name was clearly in the first slot.
“Che.” Akutsu shoved Dan’s hand away. “My finger slipped.”
Dan merely beamed at him, his headband slipping down again. “And then you were hanging around by my house, desu,” he said, pushing it out of his eyes. “I’m so happy, desu!”
Akutsu averted his eyes, grumbling about something or other, before jerking his gaze back to Dan. “And why the fuck are you still wearing that stupid headband?”
“Because I like it, desu!”
“It’s fucking gross.”
“It’s my good luck charm, desu!”
“It’s too big for you, brat.”
“I don’t care, desu.” Dan grinned, and it fell down across his eyes once more.
Akutsu rolled his eyes and then made a sudden sharp turn into one of the shops they were walking by.
“What are we doing in here, desu?”
“Shut the hell up, already,” Akutsu said, almost offhandedly as he stormed down one of the isles. He snatched something off one of the shelves, glanced from it to Dan and back again, and then headed for the checkout line.
“What’s that, desu?” Dan asked as Akutsu slammed his money down onto the counter. He stood on his tip-toes, as if that would help him see into the bag the cashier handed Akutsu.
Akutsu stormed back out of the store again and, staring in the opposite direction, held the bag out for Dan to take. “Here,” he grumbled.
“It’s for me, desu?” Dan asked, his eyes going wide.
“Just fucking take it!” Akutsu snapped.
Dan quickly complied and peered into the bag curiously. “You got me another headband, desu?”
Akutsu turned away abruptly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he started walking down the sidewalk again. “At least that one will fit, brat.”
Dan stared at Akutsu’s retreating back for a moment, before a huge smile broke out over his face. “Th-thank you, Akutsu-senpai! Thank you so much!” he cried, hurrying to catch up.
“You ever mention this to anyone else and I’ll fucking kill you,” Akutsu said, sneering.
“Of course, desu! Thank you, desu!”
“Fucking shut up already, would you?”
“Of course, Akutsu-senpai! Thank you again, Akutsu-senpai!”
“…Che.”
FIN
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~~Minami and Sengoku at the mall with pretty girls. Sort of.~~
“Maaaah, Sengoku-kun, what’re we doing?”
“We’re at the mall,” Sengoku replied, loudly finishing the remains of his drink as he glanced around. “What do you think we’re doing?”
Minami pouted, picking absently at what was left of his fries, which had long since turned cold. “Well, I thought we were going shopping, but we’ve just been sitting in the food court for the past two hours.”
“Hey, hey, buck up!” Sengoku said cheerfully, slapping Minami on the back and then sprawling back in his chair. “You didn’t actually want to go shopping, did you? That’s so boring.”
“But I need new tennis shoes…”
“We can get those anytime,” Sengoku said, waving him off.
Minami arched his eyebrows at him. “And sitting around eating is something we can’t do anytime?”
“We’re not eating; we’re scouting.”
Minami glanced doubtfully from the crumbs on Sengoku’s tray to his own empty cup. “We were definitely eating,” he mumbled. “And what do you mean scouting? We’re not trying to be like St. Rudolph’s Mizuki, are we?”
“Who?” Sengoku replied distractedly, having apparently caught sight of something interesting across the food court.
“St. Rudolph’s – Oh, never mind. What’re you doing?” Minami asked as Sengoku stood up and began brushing himself off and straightening out his clothes.
“Come on, Minami-kun, make yourself presentable.”
“That’s a little bit difficult,” Minami said, scowling. “Not everyone can have perfect hair like you.”
“I like the porcupine look, myself.” Sengoku grinned at him, and then reach over to pull him out of his chair. “Come on! Look happy, at least!”
“Why? What’re we doing now? Can we at least get ice cream, as long as we’re here?”
“Ice cream comes later,” Sengoku said hurriedly. “Pretty girls approaching at three o’clock.”
Minami glanced at his watch. “It’s already three-thirty…”
Sengoku rolled his eyes. “No! Just – look!” He grabbed his shoulder, twisting him around to the right so he could get a clear shot of the two middle school girls walking towards them.
“Who’re they?” Minami asked, and then his eyes widened. “Is this what you meant by scouting? Sengoku-kun!”
“Shhh!” Sengoku hushed him. “This’ll be fun.”
“It took you two hours to catch some girl’s attention?” Minami frowned. “That’s not like you at all.”
“I know, I know, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” Sengoku said. He gave his shirt one more halfhearted brush, flicked his hand through his hair, and then grinned as the two girls pulled up in front of them.
Minami sighed and merely wiped his hands on his pants.
One of the girls, the brunette, smiled at them. “Hello!” she said cheerfully, smiling a very pretty smile.
“Hi,” Minami said flatly. Sengoku elbowed him roughly in the side.
“Hello, gorgeous!” he said, leaning in closer and offering the girl his hand.
The blonde girl tittered at him. “Hi,” she said shyly. “Where do you two go to school?”
“Yamabuki,” Sengoku answered, grinning. “We’re very important members of one of the sports teams there.”
“Oh yeah?” the brunette asked. “What do you play?”
Sengoku hesitated for the briefest of seconds, so Minami eagerly answered, “Tennis! I’m the captain,” and gave them a wide grin.
The two girls exchanged looks.
“Oh, geez, look at the time!” the brunette said loudly, glancing at her bare wrist.
“Gosh, how did it get to be so late?” the blonde added. “Well, it was nice meeting you, but we really must be going!” They hurried off, giggling to themselves, before Sengoku or Minami could say another word.
“Whoops,” Minami said sheepishly, folding his hands behind his head.
“You know, I’m really starting to hate that whole tennis player stereotype,” Sengoku grumbled. “Not everyone plays Doubles. Some of us are straight singles players. And I mean straight.”
“Whatever,” Minami said, grinning. He grabbed hold of Sengoku’s arm and pulled him in the direction of one of the vendors. “Come on. I need shoes and you owe me an ice cream.”
FIN
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~~Something with Jyousei~~
“Do you ever get the feeling that we’re, like, the outcasts of the tennis circuit or something?” Oota asked suddenly, glancing around at the rest of his teammates.
The twins gave him bored looks. “What do you mean?” they asked simultaneously.
“I dunno,” Oota said, shrugging. “I feel like we’re always forgotten or something. It’s like we’re from the Island of Misfit Toys. You know? From that movie? Except we’re not toys, I guess.”
Kouhei raised an eyebrow at him. Youhei merely frowned and leaned toward him a bit. “So you’re saying we’re from the School of Misfit Tennis Players?”
Oota considered this. “Yeah, I guess that’s right.”
“Kajimoto-buchou is pretty popular, though,” Kouhei pointed out.
“I’m not popular,” Kajimoto said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t bring me into this.”
“It’s because he’s pretty,” Oota said, ignoring him completely.
“I’m pretty!” Wakato exclaimed, throwing himself over the back of the couch beside Oota.
Oota snorted. “No you’re not.”
“Was that supposed to be a compliment?” Kajimoto asked doubtfully.
“You did get to go to the Senbatsu camp, Kajimoto-buchou,” Youhei said.
Wakato pouted. “I got to go to the Senbatsu camp!”
“So did Shinjou-senpai, but I’m not about to say he’s pretty,” Oota said. “I kind of like living, thanks.”
Wakato looked across to where the other boy was moping on his end of the couch. “Maybe in a certain light…” he said, snickering.
“Yeah, try no light,” the twins muttered.
“Oi, Reiji!” Wakato called, grinning. “What’s with all the doom and gloom?”
“It’s because Hanamura-sensei isn’t here,” Kiriyama said gruffly.
Oota gave his doubles partner a startled look. “Wait, I bet that’s why everyone pretends we don’t exist!”
Kiriyama arched his eyebrows in question.
“It’s because our coach is such a weirdo. That’s got to be it.”
“Don’t insult Hanamura-sensei!” Shinjou bellowed, suddenly standing over them, his fists clenched.
Oota and the twins sank back into the couch. Wakato merely ducked behind it.
“Sit down, Reiji,” Kajimoto said tiredly. “Wakato, wasn’t it your turn to sing?”
“Oh yeah!” Wakato jumped up and bounded over to the stereo system. He began flipping through the binder that listed all of the songs. “Should I do an American song this time? Oh, how about Enrique Iglesias?”
“You did him last time,” Kajimoto said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can barely speak English, much less Spanish. Let’s not try to mix the two, alright?”
Wakato ignored him. “How about that Shuuji to Akira song? Seishun Amigo?”
The twins’ eyes widened. “No-”
“Too late!” Wakato smirked. He held his hand in front of his face. “Too bad I’m not wearing white pants. CHANGE OVER!”
“Oh God,” Youhei muttered.
Kouhei sighed. “This is going to be painful.”
“Hehe.” Wakato swung his arm around, hitting the play button on the stereo, and as soon as the music started he began spinning around, kicking up his legs and jerking his arms around in time with the beat.
“We should have never let him watch that music video,” Youhei said, burying his face in his hands.
“Hey,” Kouhei whispered, leaning towards Oota. “The Island of Misfit Toys. That’s from that Rudolph movie, right?”
“What? Oh. Yeah, why?” Oota whispered back. If Wakato knew they weren’t paying attention to his performance, there’d be hell to pay.
“Didn’t those toys end up being the best ones in the movie? They were the most important ones anyway, right?”
Oota’s brow furrowed and he pushed up his sunglasses to give Kouhei a confused look. “What’s your point?”
Kouhei grinned. “Just wait till next year when we’re in charge of the team. We’ll make people notice us. Misfits or not, we’ll be the best. We’re Hanamura’s masterpieces, after all.”
Oota stared at him for a moment longer, and then he smirked. “Yeah, we are, aren’t we?” he said, settling back onto the couch. He turned back to Wakato just in time to see him thrust his hips out in a circular motion, holding his hands behind his head.
Oota frowned.
“Well. Some of us more than others.”
FIN
(This is the music video that Wakato is trying to imitate. =P)
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~~Hyotei 3rd year regulars. Prompt: games~~
“Shishido, it’s your turn.”
“Hmmm.”
“…Shishido.”
“…”
“Shishido!”
“I’m thinking, alright? Chill out!” Shishido frowned, staring down at the board.
“How can you be thinking?” Gakuto asked, his brow furrowing. “It’s not exactly difficult. Just roll the freaking dice!”
“This requires deep concentration,” Shishido said. He adjusted his cap and then rubbed his hands together, taking a deep breath.
“The rest of us are not here to sit around and watch you dawdle,” Atobe said, glancing up from where he was laying on his side, head propped up with his fist. “Hurry up; I’m getting bored.”
“Shut up, Atobe,” Shishido said distractedly. “If I can roll a seven or higher, I’m okay for another trip around the board. Anything else and I’m pretty much dead. Well, a three would be alright, I guess.”
“You’re pretty much dead anyway, aren’t you?” Oshitari drawled.
“Yuushi’s got all the railroads, so you’re screwed if you roll a two,” Gakuto said, snickering.
“Rolling a two’s unlikely,” Atobe said. He smirked, tapping a spot on the board. “My properties are what you need to watch out for.
Shishido’s nose wrinkled. “I was doing so good at the beginning!” he said petulantly. “Then Jiroh had to go and buy out all my stuff.” He huffed, crossing his arms. “Lame.”
“Oh my God, Shishido, roll!” Gakuto exclaimed. “Look, I’ll give you the electric company if you just hurry the hell up.”
Shishido perked up noticeably. “Really?”
“Yes,” Gakuto said, holding out the card in question. “Here, take it, take it. And roll, damn it!”
“No one ever lands on this thing,” Shishido muttered, but he accepted it anyway. “Fine, I’m going. Sheesh.” He took another deep breath, picked up the dice, and began shaking them in his hand.
“Shishido,” Atobe said, arching his eyebrows after a good thirty seconds of this had passed.
“Alright, alright!” he said, and then he tossed the dice onto the board.
Atobe smirked.
Shishido cursed.
“That’s just unlucky,” Oshitari said, grinning a bit.
Gakuto snatched the electric company card back from Shishido’s dwindling pile. “I’ll be taking this back, thank you very much.”
“Boardwalk,” Atobe said, his eyes glinting. “Have you got anything left to pay me with? Or should I be excepting special favors?”
“This game is stupid and you suck,” Shishido said, glowering. He shoved the rest of his pile towards Atobe and then crossed his arms sulkily. “How did you manage to get two hotels on Boardwalk and Park Place, anyway?”
“Monopoly is a game that reflects genuine real life skills,” Atobe said loftily, dividing up the pitiful remains of Shishido’s money and adding it to his own piles. “I can’t help it if I’m naturally that talented.”
Gakuto snorted. “Yeah, sure,” he said, shifting around so that he was leaning against Oshitari’s side.
“Someone needs to wake Jiroh up,” Oshitari said. “It’s his turn.”
Shishido scowled down at the boy who was currently using his thigh for a pillow. “I think my feet are asleep,” he said, shaking Jiroh’s shoulder gently. “I’ve been sitting cross-legged for too long. Oy, Jiroh, it’s your turn now. Jiroh!”
“Whaaa?” Jiroh said sleepily, blinking a couple times. “My turn already?” He yawned widely, rolling over so that his face was nearly in Shishido’s crotch. “Mmmm, don’t wanna…”
Shishido spluttered, his eyes wide, and shoved the other boy off of him. “Jiroh, wake up!”
“Ow,” Jiroh said flatly, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. He yawned again, glancing down at the board. “You out, Shishido?”
“You surprised?” Shishido returned.
“Not really,” Jiroh said, scratching the back of his head. “Maaah, Atobe, this game’s already over. Let’s play something else.”
“It’s not over,” Atobe said, his eyes widening just slightly. “I haven’t bought out all of Oshitari’s properties yet.”
“You haven’t gotten mine, either!” Gakuto said.
“You’re not a threat,” Atobe said offhandedly.
“Oy!” Gakuto exclaimed.
“It’s true, though,” Shishido said, leaning over to look at what the other boy still had.
“At least I’m still in the game,” Gakuto snapped.
Shishido scowled and fiddled absently with his hat.
“I want to play something else!” Jiroh said again. “Atobe!”
Atobe sighed. “Fine. Whose turn is it to pick?”
“Mine!” Shishido, Gakuto, and Jiroh all said simultaneously. Then they stared at each other.
“No way, Jiroh! You’re the one who picked Monopoly in the first place!” Shishido yelled, rising up onto his knees.
“I did not!” Jiroh said. “Atobe’s always the one who picks Monopoly!”
“Liar!” Gakuto shouted, pointing at Jiroh.
“Oh, you’re one to talk!” Shishido said, turning to face Gakuto. “You got to pick last week! It’s my turn!”
“It is not!” Gakuto said. “It’s my turn and I want to play poker!”
“It’s my turn, and I say Mario tennis!” Shishido growled.
Jiroh’s eyes widened. “Ooohh, yeah, Mario tennis!” he said eagerly, practically bouncing up and down.
“Poker!”
“Mario tennis!” Jiroh and Shishido said together.
“Jiroh already chose a game, so Mario tennis is out by default,” Gakuto said. “We’re playing poker!”
“Mario tennis!”
“POKER!”
“MARIO TENNIS!”
“Oshitari.” Atobe rolled his eyes and gestured for the tensai to come closer.
“What?” Oshitari drawled, adjusting his glasses.
“Go put a movie on, would you? Maybe that will calm the children down.”
Oshitari’s glasses glinted as he smirked. “Gladly,” he said, before strolling over to the huge TV that Atobe had in his room.
The other three were still arguing loudly amongst themselves. Atobe sighed in a very put-upon manner.
He just hoped Oshitari didn’t decide to watch Titanic. Again.
FIN
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~~Yamabuki tennis team. Prompt: ice cream~~
“Minami-kuuun!” Sengoku sang, bounding forward and throwing his arm around Minami’s neck. “How’s my favorite Jimi doing?”
“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” Minami said, sighing as he shoved Sengoku off.
“Why is he your favorite?” Masami asked, pouting more than a bit exaggeratedly. “What am I?”
“Second favorite.” Sengoku grinned, slapping Masami on the shoulder. Masami slouched and shot him a glare. “Anyway,” Sengoku said, reaching behind himself and pulling Dan forward, “Dan-kun thinks we should get food. I told him Minami-buchou would treat.” His grin widened.
“What?” Minami said, eyes wide. “I just bought new shoes, I can’t treat you today! And stop using Dan-kun as an excuse to get free food!”
“It’s okay, Minami-buchou! I don’t really want food, desu. Sengoku-senpai is making things up, desu!” Dan exclaimed, pushing his headband out of his eyes.
“I want food,” Muromachi said, leaning around Masami and pulling his sunglasses down over his nose to look at the others. He smirked. “Sengoku-senpai, how about you treat?”
Sengoku’s eyes widened. “Why me?”
“Because if our buchou can’t afford it today, then our fukubuchou should step up and help out, ne?”
“Alright, alright.” Sengoku sighed, pulling out his wallet. “What should we get?”
“Burgers.”
“Ramen.”
Kita and Nitobe glared at each other.
“I’m not getting ramen with you ever again after last time, Nitobe-senpai,” Kita said.
“Why not?” Nitobe asked, arching an eyebrow at his doubles partner.
“Because you put wasabi in my bowl!”
“That makes it better!” Nitobe exclaimed. “It’s so bland without that extra kick to it.”
Kita snorted and crossed his arms. “I refuse to get ramen.”
“Well I don’t want burgers!” Nitobe said. “And I’m the senpai, so what I say goes!”
Minami sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. Sengoku glanced at him, chuckling. “Ice cream it is!” he crowed, wrapping his arm around Dan’s shoulder and steering him in the direction of the nearest ice cream shop.
“But…I’m lactose intolerant…” Masami said. He was ignored.
“Ice cream isn’t food,” Muromachi said, frowning. “It’s not substantial at all. It’s just empty calories.”
“What was that?” Sengoku said, cupping his ear. “You’re offering to pay? How nice!”
“Er.” Muromachi laughed suddenly, holding his hand behind his head. “Ahaha, I mean – ice cream, yay! Eh-hehe…”
“I like ice cream, desu!” Dan said, smiling widely. “Thank you for treating, desu! Akutsu-senpai doesn’t always treat when I go with him, desu.”
“Akutsu?” Sengoku snorted. “I asked him if he wanted to come. That guy’s so antisocial.”
“I can call him, desu!”
“Ano, Sengoku-kun…” Minami said, tapping Sengoku on the shoulder.
“Yeah?”
Minami pointed behind their group. Sengoku followed his finger, and his eyes went wide.
“Er. Heeeey, Akutsu,” he said, swallowing. “Fancy seeing you here!”
“Che,” Akutsu said, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking away. “You think you losers could walk any fucking faster? You’re in my way.”
“Akutsu-senpai!” Dan cried, pushing through the rest of his team until he was beside the older boy. “You should come with us, desu!”
Akutsu started to sneer at him, but then he stopped and looked at Sengoku instead, and suddenly he was smirking. His eyes glinted. “Well, if Sengoku-fukubuchou is treating,” he said slowly, smirk widening. “I’m not the kind of guy who turns away such nice generosity.”
Sengoku’s shoulders fell. Minami patted him on the back sympathetically.
“Um, still lactose intolerant,” Masami spoke up again.
“We’ll get you a cookie,” Minami said, grinning.
“Do you think they’ll have soy sauce wherever we’re going?” Nitobe asked. “I usually bring some with me, but I left it at home today.”
“I’m not sitting next to you,” Kita said flatly.
“Man, all I wanted was some free food,” Sengoku bemoaned, throwing his head back and sighing.
“One day I’ll treat you, Sengoku-senpai!” Dan said cheerfully. “…But I have no money today, desu.”
“I’m so fucking hungry all of a sudden,” Akutsu said offhandedly. He was still smirking. Sengoku groaned.
“I still say ice cream isn’t food,” Muromachi muttered. At Sengoku’s glare, he hastily added, “Not that I’m complaining or anything.” Sengoku was still glaring, so he coughed and absently fiddled with his sunglasses.
“Oh wait.” Nitobe pulled a soy sauce packet out of his pocket. “I forgot I grabbed some extras at lunch.”
“…” said Kita.
“You are so fucking weird,” Akutsu spat.
“Thank you, Akutsu-senpai!” Kita exclaimed. “Finally, someone who agrees with me!”
Akutsu frowned. “Did I say you could talk to me?”
“Er…”
“Okay!” Minami said quickly, stepping in front of Kita. “We’re here!”
“Dang,” Sengoku muttered.
“Yay, desu!”
“…I still think we should have gone for ramen.”
FIN
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w00t! Ficcage, yay! Also, chapter 16 of Answers is currently with betas, but it probably will have to undergo massive editing, so... >_< But an update shouldn't be too far off!
~Maxine