basketball for midgets 1-10
Title: Basketball for Midgets
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100 x10
Characters: Ebi and Kis
Notes: A bunch of drabbles where everyone plays basketball instead of backdancing. 8D Because really, most of them are a ft2foot too short. :D
PositionsKis MyA-Z1. Point Guard15 Kitayama55 Goseki2. Shooting Guard 32 Fujigaya00 Totsuka3. Small Forward22 Nikaido44 Kawai4. Power Forward10 Senga21 Tsukada5. Center41 Tamamori 33 Hashimoto
The Replacement
"This is great!" Tsukada enthuses. "We'll finally have a Centre who can compete! Our average height has gone up! Our average age has gone down!"
"But sixteen?" Totsuka says. "That's-"
"No younger than my mental age!" Kawai grins.
"Means he'll have a lot of energy," Goseki approves. "It'll be advantageous for us in the second half, since Tamamori lacks stamina."
"Tama-chan's not much older-"
"He just dislikes prolonged exposure to effort." Smiling, Goseki turns to their newest member. "Welcome to the winning side, Ryosuke."
"Yoroshiku!" Hashimoto bows, tugging down Yamashita's old (too-short) number 33 singlet.
"Yoroshiku," Team A-Z smile back.
The Rounds
It's an Under-21's league for casual games. Half the players belong to the official U-25's, and one or two are actually U-18, but it's the teams that matter here: who they play with, not their scores.
Usually.
"We're away at A-Z's next week?" Kitayama says, squinting at the round-robin schedule. "So they found a fifth man in time to cover Yamashita's transfer after all."
"Pinched him from the U-16's," Fujigaya says with lavender-laced disgust.
"Oh, so what we did with Ken-chan and Nika," Kitayama nods. "Smart."
"No, that situation was different," Fujigaya tells him. "Totally different."
"Sure," Kitayama chuckles. "Different."
The Genius
"So whose genius idea was it to just call ourselves Kiss My when they said we couldn't use Kiss My Ass? Who said we should be Kiss My Ass in the first place?" Yokoo demands.
But nobody owns up because he's looking a little scary.
"Then who filled out the order form for these new singlets? Tell me!"
"That would be Nikaidon," Kitayama grins.
"I wrote two S's on it, I swear!" Nikaido glowers. "That's totally basic!"
"The red and purple looks nice though, no?" Miyata tries, but shuts up when Yokoo glares.
They'll be playing as Kis My tonight.
The Offender
The referee is a no-show.
"I'll call," Yokoo says, changing out of his embarrassing Kis My singlet before anyone can object. He starts on the bench anyway.
"Bias!" Kawai shouts from across the court, Hashimoto joining in. "Bias!"
"There aren't many other options," Fujigaya tells them.
Goseki smiles. "No, and I believe Yokoo-san will be fair."
"Goseki-kun is correct," Yokoo frowns. "The bigger loser I'd be for siding with those illiterate fools."
"Get over it already!" Nikaido shouts angrily.
Yokoo whistles sharply through his teeth, and sends Kis My's Small Forward a death-glare in the ensuing silence. "Respect the ref."
The Game
The Centres meet mid-court, Hashimoto bouncing on the balls of his feet and grinning. "Hi! Let's have a good game!"
"Right," Tamamori mutters, preoccupied with his bangs. "Let's."
"Tension up, Tama-chan!" Fujigaya shouts from the key. "We can't lose to the power of youth!"
"Speak for yourself," Kitayama yawns as he double-knots his laces.
Fujigaya frowns. "You're the least inspiring floor general in the world, Kitayama. Miyata, switch with him!" But Miyata just waves an uchiwa from the bench, smiling. "Useless too," Fujigaya grumbles.
Patience thinning, Yokoo glares. "How do you fine gentlemen feel about playing basketball sometime this century?"
The Youngest
Hashimoto actually wins the first tap, bodily accounting for Tamamori who squeaks in surprise. Totsuka catches it, spots Kitayama and Fujigaya already marking Kawai and Tsukada, and bounce-passes past Nikaido to Goseki.
"Gocchi!" Hashimoto calls, and catches Goseki's lob. He twists past Tamamori before hurling the ball Kawai's way with a baseball-style cannon arm, and-
"Wh-!" Fujigaya sidesteps the missile.
-Kawai ends up sliding out of bounds on his back, winded.
"...oof."
"Hasshi, be more gentle?" Totsuka suggests as Fujigaya takes the throw-in. "Fumito usually plays Mixed Netball."
"Okay," Hashimoto snickers.
"Let's keep this one," Goseki smiles. "I like him."
The Oldest
"How are you holding up?" Miyata smiles at half-time, as he hands Tamamori his water bottle and drapes a towel across Tamamori's shoulders. (Around them, everyone else gets their own stuff because they aren't princesses.)
"Their new Center's good," Tamamori mutters, wiping the sweat from his face and neck. "Tall."
"But you're tall, too," Miyata grins, "and prettier."
"How is 'prettier' even relevant?" Tamamori glares, handing Miyata back the water. "It's getting serious here."
"Yeah." Kitayama settles onto the bench beside them and stretches out. "Getting serious."
"…Captain?" Miyata blinks.
"Play for me, okay?" Kitayama yawns, and closes his eyes.
The Winners
"We would've won if Tamamori had any stamina," Fujigaya grouses.
Kawai nods. "Uh-huh."
"And if Senga and Nika hadn't turned every scoring opportunity into a dunk contest."
"Yeah?"
"And if our esteemed Captain hadn't subbed himself off for a nap instead."
"Uh-huh."
"And if the proper ref had shown up, and Yokoo-san hadn't been pissed off."
"Uh-huh."
"And if Miyata didn't suck like an Osakan grandma."
"Yeah?" Kawai grins. "And if our fresh Centre wasn't taller than your mom, and Tottsu didn't have magicfingers, and Gocchi wasn't a master of impregnable defence, and Tsuka-chan wasn't dunk king, then yeah, maybe."
The Loser
"Why does your sub have an uchiwa anyway?" Kawai wants to know, jogging warm-down laps with Fujigaya. "Moreover, why does it have your centre's face on it?"
"Miyacchi doesn't get to play often," Fujigaya says, pragmatically answering these serious questions. "He doubles up as our cheerleader."
"That only cheers for Tama-chan?"
Fujigaya laughs. "It's not like the rest of us want his support."
"I could do with my own personal cheerleader," Kawai leers.
"If you want to catch one, being good-looking doesn't hurt," Fujigaya grins. "And sweet. Talented. Basically, start at everything you're not and work your way back."
"Oyy~"
The Usual
"Good game," Kitayama nods, approaching A-Z's side, bag slung over his shoulder. "First win of the season, congrats."
"Thank you," Totsuka smiles. "We'll take it, even if you barely played."
"Thank you," Hashimoto echoes, then stills as Kitayama looks him slowly up and down.
"…sixteen, huh," Kitayama says finally. "MVP in the making, much?"
"Don't inflate his ego more than mine," Kawai says loudly on his way past.
Hashimoto blows an indignant raspberry. "Don't get jealous just 'cause a big head would make you look like a stupid midget, senpai!"
"Ah," Kitayama observes, Totsuka laughing, "so he's sixteen after all."
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100 x10
Characters: Ebi and Kis
Notes: A bunch of drabbles where everyone plays basketball instead of backdancing. 8D Because really, most of them are a ft2foot too short. :D
PositionsKis MyA-Z1. Point Guard15 Kitayama55 Goseki2. Shooting Guard 32 Fujigaya00 Totsuka3. Small Forward22 Nikaido44 Kawai4. Power Forward10 Senga21 Tsukada5. Center41 Tamamori 33 Hashimoto
The Replacement
"This is great!" Tsukada enthuses. "We'll finally have a Centre who can compete! Our average height has gone up! Our average age has gone down!"
"But sixteen?" Totsuka says. "That's-"
"No younger than my mental age!" Kawai grins.
"Means he'll have a lot of energy," Goseki approves. "It'll be advantageous for us in the second half, since Tamamori lacks stamina."
"Tama-chan's not much older-"
"He just dislikes prolonged exposure to effort." Smiling, Goseki turns to their newest member. "Welcome to the winning side, Ryosuke."
"Yoroshiku!" Hashimoto bows, tugging down Yamashita's old (too-short) number 33 singlet.
"Yoroshiku," Team A-Z smile back.
The Rounds
It's an Under-21's league for casual games. Half the players belong to the official U-25's, and one or two are actually U-18, but it's the teams that matter here: who they play with, not their scores.
Usually.
"We're away at A-Z's next week?" Kitayama says, squinting at the round-robin schedule. "So they found a fifth man in time to cover Yamashita's transfer after all."
"Pinched him from the U-16's," Fujigaya says with lavender-laced disgust.
"Oh, so what we did with Ken-chan and Nika," Kitayama nods. "Smart."
"No, that situation was different," Fujigaya tells him. "Totally different."
"Sure," Kitayama chuckles. "Different."
The Genius
"So whose genius idea was it to just call ourselves Kiss My when they said we couldn't use Kiss My Ass? Who said we should be Kiss My Ass in the first place?" Yokoo demands.
But nobody owns up because he's looking a little scary.
"Then who filled out the order form for these new singlets? Tell me!"
"That would be Nikaidon," Kitayama grins.
"I wrote two S's on it, I swear!" Nikaido glowers. "That's totally basic!"
"The red and purple looks nice though, no?" Miyata tries, but shuts up when Yokoo glares.
They'll be playing as Kis My tonight.
The Offender
The referee is a no-show.
"I'll call," Yokoo says, changing out of his embarrassing Kis My singlet before anyone can object. He starts on the bench anyway.
"Bias!" Kawai shouts from across the court, Hashimoto joining in. "Bias!"
"There aren't many other options," Fujigaya tells them.
Goseki smiles. "No, and I believe Yokoo-san will be fair."
"Goseki-kun is correct," Yokoo frowns. "The bigger loser I'd be for siding with those illiterate fools."
"Get over it already!" Nikaido shouts angrily.
Yokoo whistles sharply through his teeth, and sends Kis My's Small Forward a death-glare in the ensuing silence. "Respect the ref."
The Game
The Centres meet mid-court, Hashimoto bouncing on the balls of his feet and grinning. "Hi! Let's have a good game!"
"Right," Tamamori mutters, preoccupied with his bangs. "Let's."
"Tension up, Tama-chan!" Fujigaya shouts from the key. "We can't lose to the power of youth!"
"Speak for yourself," Kitayama yawns as he double-knots his laces.
Fujigaya frowns. "You're the least inspiring floor general in the world, Kitayama. Miyata, switch with him!" But Miyata just waves an uchiwa from the bench, smiling. "Useless too," Fujigaya grumbles.
Patience thinning, Yokoo glares. "How do you fine gentlemen feel about playing basketball sometime this century?"
The Youngest
Hashimoto actually wins the first tap, bodily accounting for Tamamori who squeaks in surprise. Totsuka catches it, spots Kitayama and Fujigaya already marking Kawai and Tsukada, and bounce-passes past Nikaido to Goseki.
"Gocchi!" Hashimoto calls, and catches Goseki's lob. He twists past Tamamori before hurling the ball Kawai's way with a baseball-style cannon arm, and-
"Wh-!" Fujigaya sidesteps the missile.
-Kawai ends up sliding out of bounds on his back, winded.
"...oof."
"Hasshi, be more gentle?" Totsuka suggests as Fujigaya takes the throw-in. "Fumito usually plays Mixed Netball."
"Okay," Hashimoto snickers.
"Let's keep this one," Goseki smiles. "I like him."
The Oldest
"How are you holding up?" Miyata smiles at half-time, as he hands Tamamori his water bottle and drapes a towel across Tamamori's shoulders. (Around them, everyone else gets their own stuff because they aren't princesses.)
"Their new Center's good," Tamamori mutters, wiping the sweat from his face and neck. "Tall."
"But you're tall, too," Miyata grins, "and prettier."
"How is 'prettier' even relevant?" Tamamori glares, handing Miyata back the water. "It's getting serious here."
"Yeah." Kitayama settles onto the bench beside them and stretches out. "Getting serious."
"…Captain?" Miyata blinks.
"Play for me, okay?" Kitayama yawns, and closes his eyes.
The Winners
"We would've won if Tamamori had any stamina," Fujigaya grouses.
Kawai nods. "Uh-huh."
"And if Senga and Nika hadn't turned every scoring opportunity into a dunk contest."
"Yeah?"
"And if our esteemed Captain hadn't subbed himself off for a nap instead."
"Uh-huh."
"And if the proper ref had shown up, and Yokoo-san hadn't been pissed off."
"Uh-huh."
"And if Miyata didn't suck like an Osakan grandma."
"Yeah?" Kawai grins. "And if our fresh Centre wasn't taller than your mom, and Tottsu didn't have magicfingers, and Gocchi wasn't a master of impregnable defence, and Tsuka-chan wasn't dunk king, then yeah, maybe."
The Loser
"Why does your sub have an uchiwa anyway?" Kawai wants to know, jogging warm-down laps with Fujigaya. "Moreover, why does it have your centre's face on it?"
"Miyacchi doesn't get to play often," Fujigaya says, pragmatically answering these serious questions. "He doubles up as our cheerleader."
"That only cheers for Tama-chan?"
Fujigaya laughs. "It's not like the rest of us want his support."
"I could do with my own personal cheerleader," Kawai leers.
"If you want to catch one, being good-looking doesn't hurt," Fujigaya grins. "And sweet. Talented. Basically, start at everything you're not and work your way back."
"Oyy~"
The Usual
"Good game," Kitayama nods, approaching A-Z's side, bag slung over his shoulder. "First win of the season, congrats."
"Thank you," Totsuka smiles. "We'll take it, even if you barely played."
"Thank you," Hashimoto echoes, then stills as Kitayama looks him slowly up and down.
"…sixteen, huh," Kitayama says finally. "MVP in the making, much?"
"Don't inflate his ego more than mine," Kawai says loudly on his way past.
Hashimoto blows an indignant raspberry. "Don't get jealous just 'cause a big head would make you look like a stupid midget, senpai!"
"Ah," Kitayama observes, Totsuka laughing, "so he's sixteen after all."