WtLB
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Now, enjoy!
"Bold" English for dialog
"Normal" Japanese when used for dialog
"Italics" Flashback, Important Stuff, Locations, etc
Recap
Ryoma took a few seconds to process what Fuji had said. Hey, wasn't Inui the teacher for that class too?
Before Ryoma could do anything, he realized that while in his thoughts, Fuji had managed to lead him to room 122.
He gulped.
When the Line Breaks
By Sweet Obsidian Rain
Chapter Six: New
"When the line breaks, everything becomes forbidden;
Just as it is forbidden to break the line."
U.S. Special Cases Headquarters (1)
Mizuki Hajime stepped out of the elevator and on to the top floor. Walking down the empty hallway, the man stopped in front of two golden doors. Brining his hand up to knock, Mizuki froze as he heard his boss speaking.
"...work as his partner. I expect both of you to treat each other equally."
"Yes sir!" An unfamiliar voice with a thick accent answered.
Suddenly the doors opened. If Mizuki had caught himself by a second late, he would have been in trouble. Although his boss probably knew that he was eavesdropping.
"Detective Mizuki. Welcome." Sakaki swept his arm around the room in his chair.
Bowing, the detective politely asked, "Is there anything you need boss?"
Sakaki nodded and motioned for Mizuki to take a seat next to the stranger. The black haired man looked up and down at the person next to him. The person was no more than a 16-year-old boy. His boss gestured at the boy as he spoke, "This is Fuji Yuuta. From now on, you two are to work together. I expect both of you to treat each other equally and fairly. Do not let me down. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir." Both Mizuki and Yuuta stated firmly. Inwardly though, the detective was trying to hide his annoyance. He was perfectly capable of taking care of this case on his own! He did not need a partner for the job. His job.
"Are you both comfortable with this arrangement?" Sakaki's face dared both of them to object. He was just asking the question as something he had to do. The two didn't really have a say.
Nodding heads.
"Pleasure to finally meet you, Mizuki-san." Yuuta stuck out his hand.
Mizuki stared at it warily and took a few seconds to process that his "partner" was trying to introduce himself. Taking the boy's hand, he spoke haughtily, "Likewise. However, if you are to work as my partner, you will need to keep up with me." The man glanced at his boss to see a disapproving frown.
"Don't worry. I'll definitely keep up with you." The brunet smiled politely.
Nodding in satisfaction, Sakaki waved his hand. "Dismissed."
As the doors shut behind the two, Mizuki did not know what to think of this boy. The boy that was his partner. The detective took a closer at his partner.
Yuuta was dressed very plainly. Khaki shorts and a black T-shirt. Mizuki wrinkled his nose. Seriously, this boy has bad taste. What really caught the man’s attention though was the X scar under the boy's brown bangs. How did the kid get that scar?
While Mizuki thought over his question, Yuuta spoke, “Mizuki-san, I have information to share with you if you will take us to a safe place.”
Merely glancing at the boy, Mizuki nodded and lead the way.
Japan MO Headquarters
A man stood before a wall and stared at the picture of a woman. The lady in the portrait stood tall and proud; her light brown hair tumbled down her shoulders gracefully. Her eyes were opened and showed piercing blue orbs.
No one would have thought that the lady died by her own hands.
“Don’t worry… I will avenge you soon, my love.”
The man traced the woman’s face with his hand and smiled. The smile though, was empty, yet if anyone saw it, it would send shivers down their spines. For something in that grin was disturbing and maniacal. It wasn’t normal; it was scary.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sound of the telephone interrupted the silence.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The man strode over and picked up the device. “Hello,” a pause as he listened to the other end. He picked up an old photo frame and stared at the picture. In the photo were two young boys laughing and splashing water at each other in a small pond.
Suddenly, the man threw the frame against the wall, “What?! You lost track of the brat?!” He ignored that shattering sound of the photo frame and glared at his phone. “I don’t care! I’m ordering you to find that wretch! You have a month; find him or there will be consequences!”
The phone banged against the wall and joined the shattered glass from the frame.
U.S. Samurai Demon’s Headquarters
Ryoga ran down the hallway of the fifth floor and skid to a stop. Left or right? He thought desperately.
“Ryoga-san!” A female voice called out.
Panicking even more, the Crowned Prince of the Samurai Demons bolted down the left hall.
“Ryoga-san! Please come back!” Nanako came into view, chasing after the boy.
Ryoga turned around another corner…
CRASH!
Only to run into someone.
Dan Taichi sat up groggily and stared at Ryoga. The older boy stared back. Dan slowly looked down at the eating utensils and steak on the floor.
“AHHHHHHHH!!!!! His Majesty is going to kill me, desu!”
“Ryoga-san! There you are!” Nanako came into view.
The older Prince shot up and ran for his life.
Only to meet a dead end.
Gulping, the boy dreadfully turned around and backed up against the wall as his cousin advanced.
“Now, tell me where Ryoma-san has gone, please.”
Japan, Seishun Academy Tennis Courts, 3:08 P.M.
Ryoma slowly dragged himself onto the courts. His muscles creaked and his stomach was complaining.
The boy glanced to the right and wondered how in the world Fuji-senpai liked those… those disgusting so-called ‘beverages’!
“Members, assemble!”
Everyone scrambled to line up in front of Tezuka and Oishi.
Ryoma, caught is the chaos managed to get a glimpse of blue hair. A very familiar shade of blue hair. Pulling himself out of the crowd, Ryoma confirmed that whom he saw was indeed Yukimura Seiichi.
The tennis coach of Seishun Academy observed the members with a twinkle in his eyes. He smiled faintly when he saw Ryoma looking at him.
“Yukimura-sensei!” A certain loudmouth shouted finally noticing the coach's presence. All the tennis players froze.
Smiling at them, the coach said, “Everyone, please line up according to year level. Regulars, in front please. And be careful not to trip.”
Many nodded mutely and quietly got in line without much of a fuss.
Ryoma stared at Yukimura in astonishment. Of course, he had worked with the man a few times, but it still amazed the boy every time he saw how much authority and respect Yukimura got.
“Echizen. I did instruct everyone to line up.” Ryoma felt himself blush in embarrassment. While everyone had gone to their rightful places, the boy was too busy staring at the coach in wonder that he forgot to move. “Perhaps you think that you are too good to line up with the other members?” There was a mischievous smile on Yukimura’s face.
Looking around, the boy saw that he was in the front with the Regulars. “Heh…” Ryoma smirked and played along. “Actually, I do think I am worthy of joining these Regulars.”
Sounds of disbelief and surprise ran throughout the court. Yukimura only smiled and held out a hand. “Then… Would you like to have a match with one of them? Let’s make a deal… If you manage to beat two of our Regulars, I’ll let you join.”
Many protests were heard, but they all quieted down when the coach stared at them. “That is… if our dear buchou would allow it.” Yukimura turned to Tezuka.
“Hn.” The captain nodded much to the surprise of the Regulars.
“Very well then. Kaidoh,” Yukimura turned his gaze to the bandana-wearing boy, “You will be playing Echizen tomorrow.”
“Fshuuu…” Kaidoh only glared at Ryoma and nodded to accept the challenge.
“Now,” Yukimura called out, “First years, half of you will be running laps while the other half will be working on footwork drills with Sanada, who has generously volunteered to help us out. I would like everyone else to split into pairs for a doubles drill.”
Many people immediately split off and paired together. “Echizen!”
Ryoma turned his head and stared at Momo. “What?”
“Be my partner?”
The boy shrugged. “Sure.”
He didn’t notice the pink tint of Momo’s face.
“Okay! I see that everyone has a partner.” All heads turned to listen intently to their coach and captain. Fuji was standing next to Tezuka with his usual smile.
“You will all be playing a game; it is a doubles drill,” Tezuka said stoically. He nodded to Oishi and the vice-captain stepped up.
“This game is called Rip City (2). On one side of the court, there will be a King and a Queen.” At the word ‘queen’, many players made a grimaced, “Or King and King in this case. On the other side, we will have other pairs in line across from their partner. Those people will be peasants. The peasant pair will be serving, and if the ball goes in, you will be playing the point out. It takes three games on the same pair to take over the throne, and you will get in line again after each game if scored.”
The members nodded as they digested the information.
“We would like to have about ten pairs on each court. Please get into groups of twenty and choose your Kings to start out the game.” Yukimura finished giving out instructions, and immediately, people were dragged away by their partner.
“Nyaa! Oishii, let’s follow Ochibi and Momo! I want to play against them.”
“Eiji… I’m not to sure…”
“Oi! Echizen, Eiji-senpai and Oishi-senpai are heading towards us! Quick, over here!” Momo grabbed Ryoma’s arm and lead the boy towards a court B.
“Che. Why are you avoiding them? Scared?”
“You brat… No one wants to play against the Golden Pair!”
“Hoi! Oishi, did you hear that? Momo doesn’t want to play with us!” Eiji dragged the vice-captain with him as he stomped over to Momo and Ryoma. Insulted, the red head pointed his racket at them. “That’s it! We challenge you to a match, Momo!”
“E-Eiji… We’re supposed to be playing a game…”
“Eh?” Tilting his head to the side, Eiji seemed to remember. “Hoi! Then Oishi and I will be Kings and you two peasants will play against us first!”
“But Eiji-senpai… They already decided who the Kings are…” Momo pointed at the members on court B, but the pair squeaked and scrambled over to the peasant’s side. Other pairs on the court stepped back as if waiting for the Echizen-Momo pair to take their spots.
Grinning in triumph, Eiji marched over to the Kings’ side with Oishi walking resignedly after him.
Momo jogged up to the front and took his spot, waiting for Ryoma to serve. “Love-love.”
And the ball flew past him landing in the deuce service box before bouncing up towards Oishi’s face. The ball missed his face narrowly.
“15-love.”
Silence stretched through the courts and other games going on stopped to stare at Ryoma.
Exclamations such as, “Whoa! What was that?!” or “That was wicked!” made Ryoma smirk. The smirk grew bigger when he heard someone suddenly shouted, “That was the twist serve!”
The boy got in position to serve.
Whoosh.
Clang.
A grey racket hit the ground; Eiji stared at his hand.
“30-love.”
Oishi patted his double’s partner on the shoulder when the red head suddenly turned around and glomped him! “Oishiii! Did you see that? Ochibi’s serve was amazing!”
Glaring, Ryoma bounced the ball against his racket before serving.
This time though, Oishi managed to hit the ball except it did not go over the net. Eiji only continued to bounce excitedly. “Don’t mind! Don’t mind!”
Ryoma hit his twist serve again. “40-love.”
Eiji’s grin only got bigger as the smaller boy prepared for his next serve.
Ryoma served.
Whoosh.
Then the sound of the ball hitting a racket.
Whoosh.
“Hoi! 40-15!” Eiji stood up at the net and held up his victory sign.
“Che.” The boy hit the ball and thus, began an intense rally.
“There goes Kikumaru-senpai’s acrobatic tennis again!”
“Game! Kikumaru-Oishi pair!” Eiji high-fived his partner and did a little dance before pointing at the two who stood staring at them dumbfounded.
“You’re ten years too early to beat Kikumaru-sama’s acrobatics!”
“Saa… What do you think Tezuka?”
“He has potential for singles.” Tezuka answered without glancing at Fuji.
The tensai put a finger on his chin as if to think. He chuckled, “What about doubles?”
“The boy has no doubles sense at all.”
This only made Fuji chuckle more.
Yukimura stood next to Sanada as the PE teacher observed the first years doing suicides (3).
“The little Prince has grown up, eh?”
Sanada twitched and said in a quiet voice, “He hasn’t found himself yet.”
“Indeed.”
Medical Wing (4)
Three figures stood by the window.
“I see the brat has gotten taller since we last saw him, Atobe.”
“He’s still a brat and a shorty.” Atobe replied.
“Of course. That boy never changes.” Gakuto smirked and sat in Atobe’s chair, twirling.
“Be careful with that. The chair cost me 3,600,000 ¥.” (5) The boy shot up and glared as Oshitari chuckled.
“Yuushi.”
Oshitari turned to look at a serious Atobe in the eye. “Yes?”
“Something is about to happen. Something I’m not entirely sure of. I want you to watch over him…”
“Atobe, you’re in the same school as he is. I’m a third year, remember? It’s Akaya you want to say that to.”
The comment causes Kirihara, who was lying on a bed, to snicker.
The nurse twitched. “You knew what I meant.”
Sighing resignedly, Oshitari nodded, “I know.”
T.B.C.
1. The name and building are made up. It was too confusing to research about, so I designed my own police system thing. xD
2. It is a real game. I played it when I took tennis lessons. I just changed the scoring rules a bit.
3. It is a running/footwork/stamina drill. You start on one end of the court and sprint to touch each line. So you would touch the first line go back and touch the starting line. Sprint and touch the second line and go back. Touch the third and go back… etc.
4. The people in this room are Atobe, Gakuto, Yuushi, Kirihara, and Jiroh (who is sleeping). Ages: Atobe- 18 (Undercover: 23), Oshitari-18, Gakuto- 18, Kirihara- 16, Jiroh- 18
Wonder how Atobe’s a nurse/teacher? He’s undercover people- pretending to be older. And he’s an agent who has been under special training and brought up with special education. As such, I am going to use the pronoun ‘man’ for him to make things simple.
5. Roughly around 300,000 US dollars I think. I’m not good with math. xD
6. Yukimura, Sanada, and Inui are all in their twenties in this fic cause I said so.
-cheers- I finished the chapter! Yay! xD Now, please comment! And I apologize for any mistakes
First Unrevised Version 9.3.07
First Revised Version 9.4.07
Previous Chapter
Next Chapter
Now, enjoy!
"Bold" English for dialog
"Normal" Japanese when used for dialog
"Italics" Flashback, Important Stuff, Locations, etc
Recap
Ryoma took a few seconds to process what Fuji had said. Hey, wasn't Inui the teacher for that class too?
Before Ryoma could do anything, he realized that while in his thoughts, Fuji had managed to lead him to room 122.
He gulped.
When the Line Breaks
By Sweet Obsidian Rain
Chapter Six: New
"When the line breaks, everything becomes forbidden;
Just as it is forbidden to break the line."
U.S. Special Cases Headquarters (1)
Mizuki Hajime stepped out of the elevator and on to the top floor. Walking down the empty hallway, the man stopped in front of two golden doors. Brining his hand up to knock, Mizuki froze as he heard his boss speaking.
"...work as his partner. I expect both of you to treat each other equally."
"Yes sir!" An unfamiliar voice with a thick accent answered.
Suddenly the doors opened. If Mizuki had caught himself by a second late, he would have been in trouble. Although his boss probably knew that he was eavesdropping.
"Detective Mizuki. Welcome." Sakaki swept his arm around the room in his chair.
Bowing, the detective politely asked, "Is there anything you need boss?"
Sakaki nodded and motioned for Mizuki to take a seat next to the stranger. The black haired man looked up and down at the person next to him. The person was no more than a 16-year-old boy. His boss gestured at the boy as he spoke, "This is Fuji Yuuta. From now on, you two are to work together. I expect both of you to treat each other equally and fairly. Do not let me down. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir." Both Mizuki and Yuuta stated firmly. Inwardly though, the detective was trying to hide his annoyance. He was perfectly capable of taking care of this case on his own! He did not need a partner for the job. His job.
"Are you both comfortable with this arrangement?" Sakaki's face dared both of them to object. He was just asking the question as something he had to do. The two didn't really have a say.
Nodding heads.
"Pleasure to finally meet you, Mizuki-san." Yuuta stuck out his hand.
Mizuki stared at it warily and took a few seconds to process that his "partner" was trying to introduce himself. Taking the boy's hand, he spoke haughtily, "Likewise. However, if you are to work as my partner, you will need to keep up with me." The man glanced at his boss to see a disapproving frown.
"Don't worry. I'll definitely keep up with you." The brunet smiled politely.
Nodding in satisfaction, Sakaki waved his hand. "Dismissed."
As the doors shut behind the two, Mizuki did not know what to think of this boy. The boy that was his partner. The detective took a closer at his partner.
Yuuta was dressed very plainly. Khaki shorts and a black T-shirt. Mizuki wrinkled his nose. Seriously, this boy has bad taste. What really caught the man’s attention though was the X scar under the boy's brown bangs. How did the kid get that scar?
While Mizuki thought over his question, Yuuta spoke, “Mizuki-san, I have information to share with you if you will take us to a safe place.”
Merely glancing at the boy, Mizuki nodded and lead the way.
Japan MO Headquarters
A man stood before a wall and stared at the picture of a woman. The lady in the portrait stood tall and proud; her light brown hair tumbled down her shoulders gracefully. Her eyes were opened and showed piercing blue orbs.
No one would have thought that the lady died by her own hands.
“Don’t worry… I will avenge you soon, my love.”
The man traced the woman’s face with his hand and smiled. The smile though, was empty, yet if anyone saw it, it would send shivers down their spines. For something in that grin was disturbing and maniacal. It wasn’t normal; it was scary.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sound of the telephone interrupted the silence.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The man strode over and picked up the device. “Hello,” a pause as he listened to the other end. He picked up an old photo frame and stared at the picture. In the photo were two young boys laughing and splashing water at each other in a small pond.
Suddenly, the man threw the frame against the wall, “What?! You lost track of the brat?!” He ignored that shattering sound of the photo frame and glared at his phone. “I don’t care! I’m ordering you to find that wretch! You have a month; find him or there will be consequences!”
The phone banged against the wall and joined the shattered glass from the frame.
U.S. Samurai Demon’s Headquarters
Ryoga ran down the hallway of the fifth floor and skid to a stop. Left or right? He thought desperately.
“Ryoga-san!” A female voice called out.
Panicking even more, the Crowned Prince of the Samurai Demons bolted down the left hall.
“Ryoga-san! Please come back!” Nanako came into view, chasing after the boy.
Ryoga turned around another corner…
CRASH!
Only to run into someone.
Dan Taichi sat up groggily and stared at Ryoga. The older boy stared back. Dan slowly looked down at the eating utensils and steak on the floor.
“AHHHHHHHH!!!!! His Majesty is going to kill me, desu!”
“Ryoga-san! There you are!” Nanako came into view.
The older Prince shot up and ran for his life.
Only to meet a dead end.
Gulping, the boy dreadfully turned around and backed up against the wall as his cousin advanced.
“Now, tell me where Ryoma-san has gone, please.”
Japan, Seishun Academy Tennis Courts, 3:08 P.M.
Ryoma slowly dragged himself onto the courts. His muscles creaked and his stomach was complaining.
The boy glanced to the right and wondered how in the world Fuji-senpai liked those… those disgusting so-called ‘beverages’!
“Members, assemble!”
Everyone scrambled to line up in front of Tezuka and Oishi.
Ryoma, caught is the chaos managed to get a glimpse of blue hair. A very familiar shade of blue hair. Pulling himself out of the crowd, Ryoma confirmed that whom he saw was indeed Yukimura Seiichi.
The tennis coach of Seishun Academy observed the members with a twinkle in his eyes. He smiled faintly when he saw Ryoma looking at him.
“Yukimura-sensei!” A certain loudmouth shouted finally noticing the coach's presence. All the tennis players froze.
Smiling at them, the coach said, “Everyone, please line up according to year level. Regulars, in front please. And be careful not to trip.”
Many nodded mutely and quietly got in line without much of a fuss.
Ryoma stared at Yukimura in astonishment. Of course, he had worked with the man a few times, but it still amazed the boy every time he saw how much authority and respect Yukimura got.
“Echizen. I did instruct everyone to line up.” Ryoma felt himself blush in embarrassment. While everyone had gone to their rightful places, the boy was too busy staring at the coach in wonder that he forgot to move. “Perhaps you think that you are too good to line up with the other members?” There was a mischievous smile on Yukimura’s face.
Looking around, the boy saw that he was in the front with the Regulars. “Heh…” Ryoma smirked and played along. “Actually, I do think I am worthy of joining these Regulars.”
Sounds of disbelief and surprise ran throughout the court. Yukimura only smiled and held out a hand. “Then… Would you like to have a match with one of them? Let’s make a deal… If you manage to beat two of our Regulars, I’ll let you join.”
Many protests were heard, but they all quieted down when the coach stared at them. “That is… if our dear buchou would allow it.” Yukimura turned to Tezuka.
“Hn.” The captain nodded much to the surprise of the Regulars.
“Very well then. Kaidoh,” Yukimura turned his gaze to the bandana-wearing boy, “You will be playing Echizen tomorrow.”
“Fshuuu…” Kaidoh only glared at Ryoma and nodded to accept the challenge.
“Now,” Yukimura called out, “First years, half of you will be running laps while the other half will be working on footwork drills with Sanada, who has generously volunteered to help us out. I would like everyone else to split into pairs for a doubles drill.”
Many people immediately split off and paired together. “Echizen!”
Ryoma turned his head and stared at Momo. “What?”
“Be my partner?”
The boy shrugged. “Sure.”
He didn’t notice the pink tint of Momo’s face.
“Okay! I see that everyone has a partner.” All heads turned to listen intently to their coach and captain. Fuji was standing next to Tezuka with his usual smile.
“You will all be playing a game; it is a doubles drill,” Tezuka said stoically. He nodded to Oishi and the vice-captain stepped up.
“This game is called Rip City (2). On one side of the court, there will be a King and a Queen.” At the word ‘queen’, many players made a grimaced, “Or King and King in this case. On the other side, we will have other pairs in line across from their partner. Those people will be peasants. The peasant pair will be serving, and if the ball goes in, you will be playing the point out. It takes three games on the same pair to take over the throne, and you will get in line again after each game if scored.”
The members nodded as they digested the information.
“We would like to have about ten pairs on each court. Please get into groups of twenty and choose your Kings to start out the game.” Yukimura finished giving out instructions, and immediately, people were dragged away by their partner.
“Nyaa! Oishii, let’s follow Ochibi and Momo! I want to play against them.”
“Eiji… I’m not to sure…”
“Oi! Echizen, Eiji-senpai and Oishi-senpai are heading towards us! Quick, over here!” Momo grabbed Ryoma’s arm and lead the boy towards a court B.
“Che. Why are you avoiding them? Scared?”
“You brat… No one wants to play against the Golden Pair!”
“Hoi! Oishi, did you hear that? Momo doesn’t want to play with us!” Eiji dragged the vice-captain with him as he stomped over to Momo and Ryoma. Insulted, the red head pointed his racket at them. “That’s it! We challenge you to a match, Momo!”
“E-Eiji… We’re supposed to be playing a game…”
“Eh?” Tilting his head to the side, Eiji seemed to remember. “Hoi! Then Oishi and I will be Kings and you two peasants will play against us first!”
“But Eiji-senpai… They already decided who the Kings are…” Momo pointed at the members on court B, but the pair squeaked and scrambled over to the peasant’s side. Other pairs on the court stepped back as if waiting for the Echizen-Momo pair to take their spots.
Grinning in triumph, Eiji marched over to the Kings’ side with Oishi walking resignedly after him.
Momo jogged up to the front and took his spot, waiting for Ryoma to serve. “Love-love.”
And the ball flew past him landing in the deuce service box before bouncing up towards Oishi’s face. The ball missed his face narrowly.
“15-love.”
Silence stretched through the courts and other games going on stopped to stare at Ryoma.
Exclamations such as, “Whoa! What was that?!” or “That was wicked!” made Ryoma smirk. The smirk grew bigger when he heard someone suddenly shouted, “That was the twist serve!”
The boy got in position to serve.
Whoosh.
Clang.
A grey racket hit the ground; Eiji stared at his hand.
“30-love.”
Oishi patted his double’s partner on the shoulder when the red head suddenly turned around and glomped him! “Oishiii! Did you see that? Ochibi’s serve was amazing!”
Glaring, Ryoma bounced the ball against his racket before serving.
This time though, Oishi managed to hit the ball except it did not go over the net. Eiji only continued to bounce excitedly. “Don’t mind! Don’t mind!”
Ryoma hit his twist serve again. “40-love.”
Eiji’s grin only got bigger as the smaller boy prepared for his next serve.
Ryoma served.
Whoosh.
Then the sound of the ball hitting a racket.
Whoosh.
“Hoi! 40-15!” Eiji stood up at the net and held up his victory sign.
“Che.” The boy hit the ball and thus, began an intense rally.
“There goes Kikumaru-senpai’s acrobatic tennis again!”
“Game! Kikumaru-Oishi pair!” Eiji high-fived his partner and did a little dance before pointing at the two who stood staring at them dumbfounded.
“You’re ten years too early to beat Kikumaru-sama’s acrobatics!”
“Saa… What do you think Tezuka?”
“He has potential for singles.” Tezuka answered without glancing at Fuji.
The tensai put a finger on his chin as if to think. He chuckled, “What about doubles?”
“The boy has no doubles sense at all.”
This only made Fuji chuckle more.
Yukimura stood next to Sanada as the PE teacher observed the first years doing suicides (3).
“The little Prince has grown up, eh?”
Sanada twitched and said in a quiet voice, “He hasn’t found himself yet.”
“Indeed.”
Medical Wing (4)
Three figures stood by the window.
“I see the brat has gotten taller since we last saw him, Atobe.”
“He’s still a brat and a shorty.” Atobe replied.
“Of course. That boy never changes.” Gakuto smirked and sat in Atobe’s chair, twirling.
“Be careful with that. The chair cost me 3,600,000 ¥.” (5) The boy shot up and glared as Oshitari chuckled.
“Yuushi.”
Oshitari turned to look at a serious Atobe in the eye. “Yes?”
“Something is about to happen. Something I’m not entirely sure of. I want you to watch over him…”
“Atobe, you’re in the same school as he is. I’m a third year, remember? It’s Akaya you want to say that to.”
The comment causes Kirihara, who was lying on a bed, to snicker.
The nurse twitched. “You knew what I meant.”
Sighing resignedly, Oshitari nodded, “I know.”
T.B.C.
1. The name and building are made up. It was too confusing to research about, so I designed my own police system thing. xD
2. It is a real game. I played it when I took tennis lessons. I just changed the scoring rules a bit.
3. It is a running/footwork/stamina drill. You start on one end of the court and sprint to touch each line. So you would touch the first line go back and touch the starting line. Sprint and touch the second line and go back. Touch the third and go back… etc.
4. The people in this room are Atobe, Gakuto, Yuushi, Kirihara, and Jiroh (who is sleeping). Ages: Atobe- 18 (Undercover: 23), Oshitari-18, Gakuto- 18, Kirihara- 16, Jiroh- 18
Wonder how Atobe’s a nurse/teacher? He’s undercover people- pretending to be older. And he’s an agent who has been under special training and brought up with special education. As such, I am going to use the pronoun ‘man’ for him to make things simple.
5. Roughly around 300,000 US dollars I think. I’m not good with math. xD
6. Yukimura, Sanada, and Inui are all in their twenties in this fic cause I said so.
-cheers- I finished the chapter! Yay! xD Now, please comment! And I apologize for any mistakes
First Unrevised Version 9.3.07
First Revised Version 9.4.07
Previous Chapter
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