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Title: The Origin of Juice
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor, General
Pairing/Characters: Inui Sadaharu, brief mention of Coach Ryuuzaki
Short Summary/Comments: Inui Sadaharu nearly cired. He thought he was in love.
Note: This won 2nd place in the pot_challenge contest. :)
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Inui Sadaharu first discovered the wonderful of liquids when he was six. That day was a beautiful day. Birds sang, flowers bloomed and children played and, in Inui’s case, experimented.
In all fairness, if his brother hadn’t chosen that particular day to play a particularly nasty prank on a particular teacher, and if said teacher had called his mother over, leaving young Inui home alone amid bottles of various liquids, Inui’s bright talent for juice making might never have manifested itself at all.
Inui shuddered at that thought. He would have been… been… juiceless!
But as luck - or misfortune - would have it, he was indeed left home alone, and, being the very bored kid he was, he experimented. Ominous music played in the background then, dark clouds obscured the bright sun and despite the lack of light, Inui’s glasses gleamed. It was dark, dank, and scary.
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Later, he watched in morbid fascination as his mother, having returned home exhausted, gulped down his deceptively coloured mixture. He had, of course, deceptively dyed it an innocent, lemony colour for this exact purpose. Nevertheless, he was still pleasantly surprised by how gullible his mother actually was.
He jotted down the exact ingredients for said mixture in his trusty notebook - that was to become nearly as famous as his Juice. Effect on humans: Instant unconsciousness.
Inui Sadaharu nearly cried. He thought he was in love.
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Inui wasn’t given much more practice in the exquisite art of juice making though, despite his obvious flair for it, primarily because his mother preferred to retain her consciousness while she still could. She wasn’t getting any younger, and Inui’s brother was driving her to her grave, and taking the faster route there too, in a flashy, streamlined sports car. He certainly didn’t need any additional help from Inui.
Inui was on the verge of falling into depression, having been cruelly separated from his one true love, his Juice. He wasn’t a religious person, but his mother deciding to send him to Seigaku Gakuen was almost definitely a godsend.
There he was presented with the opportunity of a lifetime: developing health tonics for his fellow teammates. If Juice hadn’t already been his one true love, he might have considered the Seigaku Tennis Club’s coach. That and their difference in age, of course.
Inui wondered if he had died and gone to heaven. So many ingredients at his fingertips, permission to use the science laboratory whenever and however he wished, not to mention the abundance of test subjects, all waiting to be experimented on…
If Heaven had a paradise, this was it.
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Inui soon learnt the other benefits of possessing this limitless power. Because all his juices always rendered people unconscious and utterly traumatized for life, many would do anything to avoid drinking them. And by anything, he meant anything.
Getting someone to do favours for him wasn’t too difficult; all he had to do was brandish a tiny glass vial of his Juice. Initially Inui found this amusing, but it bored him after a while. The coach soon caught onto this and his ‘health tonics’ became forfeits and punishments for losers instead. It was a great tool for control, and it made his teammates run their laps faster, and with less complaint. In Coach Ryuuzaki’s eyes, this was better than a health tonic. He had done well.
Inui wasn’t very satisfied though. While his juices were famous and, yes, lethal, deadly even, it didn’t have a very dignified position. They were drunk only by losers, and not winners. Losers drinks. Inui could have cried.
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Inui Sadaharu felt that he was underappreciated. A new kind of determination flowed through him, and he swore: in the future, when he became a world famous juice maker - and he would, he knew he would - the world would bow down before his greatness and the beauty of his Juice.
So there.
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I'm sane. Really, I am. o_0
....
...right.
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor, General
Pairing/Characters: Inui Sadaharu, brief mention of Coach Ryuuzaki
Short Summary/Comments: Inui Sadaharu nearly cired. He thought he was in love.
Note: This won 2nd place in the pot_challenge contest. :)
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Inui Sadaharu first discovered the wonderful of liquids when he was six. That day was a beautiful day. Birds sang, flowers bloomed and children played and, in Inui’s case, experimented.
In all fairness, if his brother hadn’t chosen that particular day to play a particularly nasty prank on a particular teacher, and if said teacher had called his mother over, leaving young Inui home alone amid bottles of various liquids, Inui’s bright talent for juice making might never have manifested itself at all.
Inui shuddered at that thought. He would have been… been… juiceless!
But as luck - or misfortune - would have it, he was indeed left home alone, and, being the very bored kid he was, he experimented. Ominous music played in the background then, dark clouds obscured the bright sun and despite the lack of light, Inui’s glasses gleamed. It was dark, dank, and scary.
-
Later, he watched in morbid fascination as his mother, having returned home exhausted, gulped down his deceptively coloured mixture. He had, of course, deceptively dyed it an innocent, lemony colour for this exact purpose. Nevertheless, he was still pleasantly surprised by how gullible his mother actually was.
He jotted down the exact ingredients for said mixture in his trusty notebook - that was to become nearly as famous as his Juice. Effect on humans: Instant unconsciousness.
Inui Sadaharu nearly cried. He thought he was in love.
-
Inui wasn’t given much more practice in the exquisite art of juice making though, despite his obvious flair for it, primarily because his mother preferred to retain her consciousness while she still could. She wasn’t getting any younger, and Inui’s brother was driving her to her grave, and taking the faster route there too, in a flashy, streamlined sports car. He certainly didn’t need any additional help from Inui.
Inui was on the verge of falling into depression, having been cruelly separated from his one true love, his Juice. He wasn’t a religious person, but his mother deciding to send him to Seigaku Gakuen was almost definitely a godsend.
There he was presented with the opportunity of a lifetime: developing health tonics for his fellow teammates. If Juice hadn’t already been his one true love, he might have considered the Seigaku Tennis Club’s coach. That and their difference in age, of course.
Inui wondered if he had died and gone to heaven. So many ingredients at his fingertips, permission to use the science laboratory whenever and however he wished, not to mention the abundance of test subjects, all waiting to be experimented on…
If Heaven had a paradise, this was it.
-
Inui soon learnt the other benefits of possessing this limitless power. Because all his juices always rendered people unconscious and utterly traumatized for life, many would do anything to avoid drinking them. And by anything, he meant anything.
Getting someone to do favours for him wasn’t too difficult; all he had to do was brandish a tiny glass vial of his Juice. Initially Inui found this amusing, but it bored him after a while. The coach soon caught onto this and his ‘health tonics’ became forfeits and punishments for losers instead. It was a great tool for control, and it made his teammates run their laps faster, and with less complaint. In Coach Ryuuzaki’s eyes, this was better than a health tonic. He had done well.
Inui wasn’t very satisfied though. While his juices were famous and, yes, lethal, deadly even, it didn’t have a very dignified position. They were drunk only by losers, and not winners. Losers drinks. Inui could have cried.
-
Inui Sadaharu felt that he was underappreciated. A new kind of determination flowed through him, and he swore: in the future, when he became a world famous juice maker - and he would, he knew he would - the world would bow down before his greatness and the beauty of his Juice.
So there.
-
I'm sane. Really, I am. o_0
....
...right.