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Title: Complex Variables
Author: K10-K2 = K8
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yanagi/Kirihara (It just... happened)
Summary: Data does not always prepare one for the events that happen. And imagination has nothing on real life.
Disclaimer: I barely own the clothes on my body dudes, PoT? Not mine.

( Yanagi-muse is SO the bane of my existence! )

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No matter how tempting it was to sigh in resignation Zaizen refused to do it. It was tough keeping from sighing as he approached the crouched form of his former captain. "Senpai." Zaizen addressed Shiriashi, waiting for a signal that the other had heard him. Receiving none Zaizen tried again, a little louder, in the hope that Shiraishi would hear him through the headphones this time. Shiraishi apparently did because he tugged the headphones down to hang around his neck and glanced up at Zaizen with an exasperated expression.

"Senpai, what are you doing?" Zaizen couldn't help the small pissy edge that crept into his tone of voice. Shiriashi was after all crouching down in the tennis clubroom, which was no longer *Shiraishi's* clubroom, with some sort of electronic device and headphones. Zaizen had to lock up, and he wanted to get started on his math homework because algebra was kicking his ass.

"Hunting." Shiriashi replied, like the answer was so obvious. Zaizen felt his eye twitch. This must be why Baniara-senpai kept his mouth shut. Feeling that he had fulfilled his obligation to answer Zaizen Shiraishi reached for his headphones again.

Zaizen curled his hands into fists. He wasn't about to grab his former captain, even if Shiraishi was freakishly irritating. "Hunting what senpai?" Zaizen refused to glance at the handheld electronic Shiraishi was apparently using to hunt… whatever or whoever he was looking for.

"Wabbits." Shiraishi stated with a smirk.

Zaizen blinked. Was that English? Wabbits… rabbits? Zaizen's frustration grew when Shiriashi laughed and waved his bandage wrapped hand in the air. "Don't you watch any American cartoons Zaizen?"

"No." Zaizen stayed away from all things American. He knew Chitose-senpai read a lot of English books about overthrowing the government. At least Kenya-senpai said he did. Besides English had obviously warped Shiraishi-senpai, and that was reason enough to stay away.

"It's a Bugs Bunny reference, look him up sometime." Shiriashi tucked the greenish black box into his satchel, which Zaizen did not almost think of as a man purse. Standing Shiraishi clapped Zaizen on the shoulder. "If Koharu and Yuuji ever show up tell them I'm looking for them okay?"

Zaizen grimaced. If Shiraishi was looking for the stupid doubles pair and couldn't find them it was obvious to anyone with half a brain that Konjiki-senpai and Hitouji-senpai had found a new 'hiding spot' to do perverted things to eachother.

"Awww!" Konjiki-senpai leered from the doorway, Zaizen spun and knew from the look in Konjiki-senpai's eyes that he'd been standing there for a while. Zaizen was surprised he hadn't noticed though, he usually picked up on when Konjiki-senpai was leering at him. "Did you call us rabbits because we fuck like bunnies?" Konjiki questioned in English.

Zaizen wrinkled his nose. He was sure Konjiki-senpai had just said something perverted, but it was in English and Zaizen didn't know many English words. Shiraishi-senpai was grinning widely though so Zaizen felt assured whatever Konjiki-senpai had said was gross.

"Ew, senpai."

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Oh my god.

XD I say, more power to you Jonathan Yeo! MORE POWER.

Check out his site for the 'unpixilated' version.

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Saeki ran a hand through his hair as he stared out at the beautiful blue ocean. He couldn't help it. He was… bored. Very bored. Bored to the point that sun tanning sounded like a good idea. Pulling his blanket out of his beach bag Saeki unrolled it over the sand and settled down. He ignored the appreciative sounds from several of the well proportioned girls striding past in scanty swimwear, and the jealous glances of guys with less impressive bodies. Saeki couldn't help that he was beautiful, he just was.

"Well don't you look comfortable." Saeki made a small noise, rolling over and grinning up at Kisarazu Ryou. Ryou's skin was still the blindingly pale shade it had been during the winter, the same pale shade Ryou worked at keeping pristine. Ryou was a lot less fun since Atsushi got stalked and transferred schools, they used to be able to get him a little sunburnt when Atsushi was around.

"Hey Ryou. Join me?" Saeki motioned to the blanket beside him. Ryou shrugged and sat down, folding his legs under him. Saeki continued to grin.

"What are you smiling at?" Ryou finally asked.

Saeki reached up and flicked the brim of Ryou's hat. "What I can't just enjoy some friendly company?" Ryou looked, briefly, embarrassed. Saeki continued on though, because he wanted the fun, and he knew the best way to rile Ryou up. "Plus, you've got such a pretty face."

"…Saeki!" Ryou would have hit him, but Saeki had already rolled off the blanket

( drabbling is so bad for my soul )

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"He gives our school a bad reputation!" Minami snagged Sengoku's arm.

( whoa, upset people )

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Sengoku flailed as he was drenched in ice-cold water.

( mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm for Rika )