Fanfiction chapter~
50 Things I’m Not Allowed to do at Seigaku
Seigaku version of both Apple Snapple's 100 and Demon Brat 2000’s 50 Things.
Number one:
I will not insist Buchou is an old man. No matter how much he acts like one.
It was a quiet day at Seigaku, more or less. Everyone was busy practicing for the upcoming Nationals. The regulars were practicing against one another, in their usual pairs, while the first years, including the trio were picking up the balls all around the court. Ryoma was off being himself (ie, being the usual cocky brat that he usually was to almost everyone). Taka was being Taka as well-- you could hear his shout of “BURNING!” every so often from the tennis court.
Momo was actually playing against Ryoma. Kaidou was playing against Inui, to develop ways to counter his own style. Fuji was being his Tensai self against Taka. Oishi and Kikumaru were also fighting against each other, because even if the two knew each others moves, it strengthened their skills, (well, that was what Inui had said once he had made the pairs). As for Tezuka, well-- the buchou was merely watching. Everything was pretty normal, or as normal as it could get at Seigaku.
If you didn’t count the red-headed mischief maker and acrobatic senior of Seigaku, who found himself bored playing against his opponent, Oishi, as he already knew where his hits would come from; after all-- they were Seigaku’s Golden Pair. If they couldn’t predict each others movements then something was certainly wrong.
“Oishi!” Kikumaru called from across the court, moving and returning the hit back to Oishi.
“Yes?”
“Ever think Tezuka-Buchou is . . . well . . . old?”
Shocked, Oishi stared at Kikumaru, completely missing the returned ball. “Eiji!” Oishi exclaimed, shocked.
“What?”
“What makes you think Tezuka’s. . . well. . . old?” Oishi questioned his doubles partner.
“The way he acts,” Kikumaru replied back, shrugging as if it wasn’t anything new.
Momoshiro, hearing the comment, blinked-- Tezuka old? Now he was interested. He headed over towards the pair with his racket, leaving Ryoma to practice on his own and smirked a little to himself as soon as he got close enough.
“Kikumaru-senpai, you think Tezuka’s old?” he questioned, amused.
Kikumaru, seeing Momoshiro head towards them shrugged, and then nodded. “Of course, doesn’t he act like it?” he asked in reply.
Momo grinned. “True,” he agreed.
Kikumaru grinned back, imitating the Cheshire cat. “Exactly,” he replied back.
“I. . . don’t think talking about this is a good idea. What if Fuji or Tezuka hears this!” Oishi exclaimed dramatically, always the worrywart.
“What about Fuji?” The Tensai of the team, Fuji himself questioned the trio curiously. Having finished his match with Taka, he had become curious when he heard them mention their Buchou, Tezuka.
“Ah! Fuji!”
“Fuji-Senpai!”
“Nya, Fuji! Your match over already?”
The Tensai merely smiled at the greetings - specifically, smiling his ‘If you don’t tell me, I may do something’ smile.
“Yes, It’s over,” he replied, then added, as curious as Momo had been-- “Now, what about Tezuka?”
Oishi gulped then glanced over towards Kikumaru. “Eiji, you tell him!”
Kikumaru looked at Oishi wide-eyed, shaking his head. “Nu, Oishi you tell him.”
Momoshiro had been able to find himself safety, well away from the trio, or actually, Fuji, after he had smiled. (Smart Momo, very smart.)
Oishi blinked-- there was no way he was going to tell Fuji what Kikumaru had said, even if they were doubles partners; Fuji was plain scary.
“Ah, Momo-Eh!?, Momo!?” Oishi babbled, thinking the power player was still with them-- only to see him far away. (Poor, poor Oishi.)
Fuji, on the other hand, was amused by the sorts of faces he was getting from his teammates. As sneaky as the Tensai was, he already knew what had been said, but he wanted the other two to tell him, mainly because there was more amusement in it for him that way.
Kikumaru looked towards his doubles player and took a deep breath before exclaiming. “OISHI CALLED TEZUKA OLD!!”
Oishi looked shocked, pale-faced, sickly, looking close to becoming a ghost and well, shocked.
“EH!?” he managed in reply.
“Oh? He did?” Fuji questioned, still very much amused.
“EIJI CALLED TEZUKA OLD!!”
“EH!? NO! OISHI CALLED TEZUKA OLD!!”
“EIJI!”
“OISHI!”
“EIJI!”
“OISHI!”
“EIJI!”
“OISHI!”
“EIJI!”
“OISHI!”
“EIJI!”
“OISHI!”
“EIJI!”
“OISHI!”
“EI-EH!”
“EH?” Kikumaru questioned, not quite getting Oishi’s shocked look.
“Ahem...” Came a stern voice from where Fuji had been standing.
The pair took one glance at a screaming yet smiling Fuji, and a not so pleased Buchou standing behind him, arms crossed. Only one thing crossed the Golden Pairs mind.
“MOMOSHIRO CALLED TEZUKA OLD!!” the pair exclaimed, turning and getting the heck out of there while they still had their organs intact, although knowing Fuji they would have to sleep with one eye open for the Tensai.
Tezuka turned his gaze towards poor Momo.
“MOMOSHIRO! 100 LAPS NOW! AND I’M NOT OLD!” Tezuka barked out.
Poor Momoshiro was forced to do a hundred laps, (and it wasn’t even his fault). Sometimes, it’s just easier to blame it on other people when Kikumaru and Oishi are involved-- but mostly Kikumaru. (He had been the one to start it, after all!)
A little late then never, but the first chapter is now posted on livejournal as well as fanfiction~.