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Title: Dread
Author: k8-sama
Pairing: Oshitari/Hiyoshi (many hints of others) 
Rating: PG-13 for vague innuendo's.
Summary: Oshitari's birthday approaches and a present must be found.
A/N: I was gonna write the damn sexy bastard pr0n but I waited too long and the urge passed. Maybe tomorrow. Something with icing. 

As the month of October passed the Hyotei team felt a sense of dread creep upon them It wasn’t that they were horrified at the thought of the exotic, expensive, or erotic presents they would have to buy for Atobe’s large birthday bash. It also was not caused by the idea of Atobe forcing them to also buy presents for Tezuka Kunimitsu, who would be the guest of honor at Atobe’s party, second in importance only to Atobe himself. No it was Oshitari Yuushi’s birthday that filled them with dread. Since Oshitari had become a regular in middle school it had been imperative that the club give him just one gift from all of them. It had to be a very special gift though. This practice had held over to highschool, and the Oshitari’s were a prestigious name, no one wished to offend the heir.

"I’m not doing it." Gakuto crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I refuse." Twitching his head to the side Gakuto flipped the edge of his hair away from his face. "I was on duty last year, and the year before that." This was true, with the change over to highschool Gakuto had ended up pulling Oshitari birthday duty twice.

"Well I can’t do it this year." Shishido scowled, tugging on the edge of his baseball cap. His hair had grown out again but he was fond of the hat. Ohtori liked it too. "I’m out of town." A family trip, and he was gonna be bored out of his skull but if the choice was visiting his dying, dotty old grandmother and annoying, bitch aunt or dealing with Oshitari’s birthday? Shishido would take the first. Oshitari’s birthday had long lasting repercussions.

"Ore-sama is working with his father, he can’t spend the day catering to Oshitari’s needs." Atobe flipped his hair, looking around the room at the grumbling regulars, and sub-regulars. "Fine. We’ll settle this the honorable way. We draw straws." Kabaji fetched an unopened box of straws and while everyone watched he cut one shorter then the rest. Then he mixed them up and held them covered in his massive hand.

The locker room was tense. Gakuto was the fist to step forward, bouncing slightly and grabbing a straw at random. He grinned as he saw it was uncut. Good, no donut pillow for him! Walking back to his bags he shouldered his tennis stuff, sticking out his tongue at Shishido.

Shishido stepped up to Kabaji, plucking his straw. It’d be totally uncool to cancel on family, but luckily he was saved. One by one the straws vanished, until none were left in Kabaji’s hand. Atobe frowned. "Okay, who has the short straw?"

"Not me." Chorused through the room. The door the locker room opened and Hiyoshi shuffled in, holding a bunch of papers.

"Buchou, here’s the papers sensei wanted you to have." Glowering down at the papers Hiyoshi looked up to spot his teammates grinning, and leering in some cases, at him.

"Didn’t Oshitari once say Hiyoshi had the perfect legs for a skirt?" With wide eyes Hiyoshi remembered that his senpai’s birthday was coming up. Bolting for the door Hiyoshi cursed. He would not be caught! Gekokujou!

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Atobe relaxed back on the bed, sighing. He was tired, and it was late, his father having kept him working till close to midnight. Rolling over on the bed Atobe made sure to check his ketai. Sometimes Jirou would leave quirky messages, or phone him and fall asleep in some public place were he could easily be kidnaped. As his friend and captain Atobe had to keep such a dreadful thing from happening.

Reading through his new messages Atobe frowned as he got to the latest. It was from Oshitari. With some hesitance Atobe opened it.

‘Keigo. The present was lovely. Next time use more ribbon, less wrapping.’

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Oh, Tan, when I didn't answer you yesterday morning? With the Hiyoshi spanking? Um. I sorta passed out. >> I hadn't slept yet. ~cough~ Blame Shroud! And banana bread.... and me. >>