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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 had data on everything, not written down in multiple notebooks like Inui had. He did however have a large external hard drive filled with text, picture, and video files of all his research subjects. But just because he had information on something didn't mean he had experienced it. It meant that when Yanagi experimented with something he was occasionally overwhelmed. No amount of data could have prepared him for the dreams that caused him to wake up with sheets sticking to his thighs, the haze of his mind preventing him from recalling exactly what the dream was about. He couldn't be prepared for the way catching glimpses of his teammates half naked bodies made him draw in a shaky breath and hurry through changing. And no amount of data could help him when he felt the need to record how many times the Rikkai uniform shirts flipped up during a game.
"Renji, you know someone is eventually going to notice." Yukimura said, tone heavily flavored with amusement. Hitching his bag up onto his shoulder Yanagi turned to give Yukimura a blank look.
"Seiichi, I don't know what you mean." Yukimura's smile tilted three degrees to the left, a sure sign that he knew Yanagi knew exactly what he meant.
"Of course not, Renji." Reaching over to brush some of Yanagi's hair out of his face, Yanagi made yet another mental note to get a hair cut, Yukimura leaned close enough that Yanagi could smell the lingering scent of coconut body wash on his skin. "I could arrange something for you." Yukimura's breath was hot on his ear, and it was tough not to shiver as remnants of last nights dream drifted through his head.
"I think I'll be fine, Seiichi." Yanagi assured. He knew what Yukimura was doing. And from the thump of a bag hitting the ground Yanagi knew that Yukimura had achieved his objective. Kirihara stood in the doorway, staring aghast at the scene in front of him. Betrayal was clear on his face, but Yanagi knew betrayal wasn't the only emotion shown in his eyes. Kirihara spun around and prepared to bolt.
"Akaya." Yukimura murmured softly, and Kirihara froze mid step. "Don't forget your bag."
Kirihara was always so easy to read, he wore all of his emotions out in the open.
"He's going to be impossible after this." Yanagi stated, the echoes of Kirihara's pounding footsteps fading.
"It'll help his tennis." Yukimura shrugged. "And move things along."
Yanagi frowned, matching Yukimura's pace as they walked out into the hallway. "I had decided not to pursue my interest Seiichi." After all, a romantic relationship with anyone would mess up Yanagi's perfectly ordered life. All of the data said that relationships, while rewarding, were messy, complicated things.
"You being distracted is simply no good Renji, I can't have you fouling something up because you're mooning after someone." Renji knew no matter what he said that Yukimura would go ahead with his plan, whatever it was. Yukimura was one of those unpredictable people who were impossible to gather complete and correct data on. There was always a hidden meaning, a secret motive that not even the best of moles could dig out.
"Ah, Seiichi, whatever you say." Yanagi prayed that Yukimura's plan would not mess with their training; though he knew whatever Yukimura was plotting was for the best for Rikkai. Yukimura only wanted them to succeed after all.
Data couldn't prepare Yanagi for the awkwardness that was Kirihara avoiding him. Kirihara even went so far as to use Niou as a buffer, and that was a bad idea. Cracking open the plastic first aid kit Yanagi dabbed a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol. As much as he wanted to poor peroxide over the cuts Niou's subsequent whining and the resulting prank wouldn’t make it worth it. "I don't know what the hell you did to the kid, but you really should fix it." Niou still hissed when Yanagi swiped the cotton ball over the wound on his forehead. "He's more irritating then usual."
"You're the one who upset him Niou." Yanagi taped the gauze over the cut before removing the icepack Niou was holding against his cheek and poking the bruise. "If you wouldn't tease him, he wouldn't react like this."
Niou grinned, then winced when it made the pain worse, and winced again when his wince made the bruise along his shoulders from where Kirihara bit him ache. "He's fun to tease, puri, especially about certain people." Yanagi stopped in the middle of opening the rubbing alcohol for the bite mark. Instead he reached for the black bottle of hydrogen peroxide.
"I trust you'll learn your lesson." Yanagi pressed the cotton ball to Niou's throat, smirking at Niou's hiss and tightly shuteyes. "Eventually."
Niou was incorrigible though, and no amount of pain would stop him from doing something he found entertaining. The next day Niou was again poking fun at a jumpy Kiriahra, and Sanada finally had to order the two apart. Sulkily Kirihara went to where Sanada had directed him, on the court across from Yanagi.
Sweaty palms were usual when you were facing the object of your affections in a tough situation, or so Yanagi's data said. The firm grip Yanagi had on his racket didn't waver though. "Kirihara, I'd like it if after practice you accompanied me home. I believe you have some homework you cannot complete on your own." Including a several page history essay due tomorrow that Yanagi knew Kirihara had not started researching yet.
Kirihara scowled, bouncing a ball once, twice, three times against the court before catching it and squeezing the fuzzy yellow object tightly. "Wouldn't you rather go home with buchou?"
"No." Yanagi stated. "And I'll tell you why… if you win the game." Kirihara glared, but the sullen look dissipated after a few seconds.
"You bet I'm going to win Yanagi-senpai! I'll wipe the court with you!"
Yanagi chuckled, placing his racket on the ground and spinning it. "Rough or smooth?" He questioned Kirihara, even though he already knew which way the racket would land.
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 had data on everything, not written down in multiple notebooks like Inui had. He did however have a large external hard drive filled with text, picture, and video files of all his research subjects. But just because he had information on something didn't mean he had experienced it. It meant that when Yanagi experimented with something he was occasionally overwhelmed. No amount of data could have prepared him for the dreams that caused him to wake up with sheets sticking to his thighs, the haze of his mind preventing him from recalling exactly what the dream was about. He couldn't be prepared for the way catching glimpses of his teammates half naked bodies made him draw in a shaky breath and hurry through changing. And no amount of data could help him when he felt the need to record how many times the Rikkai uniform shirts flipped up during a game.
"Renji, you know someone is eventually going to notice." Yukimura said, tone heavily flavored with amusement. Hitching his bag up onto his shoulder Yanagi turned to give Yukimura a blank look.
"Seiichi, I don't know what you mean." Yukimura's smile tilted three degrees to the left, a sure sign that he knew Yanagi knew exactly what he meant.
"Of course not, Renji." Reaching over to brush some of Yanagi's hair out of his face, Yanagi made yet another mental note to get a hair cut, Yukimura leaned close enough that Yanagi could smell the lingering scent of coconut body wash on his skin. "I could arrange something for you." Yukimura's breath was hot on his ear, and it was tough not to shiver as remnants of last nights dream drifted through his head.
"I think I'll be fine, Seiichi." Yanagi assured. He knew what Yukimura was doing. And from the thump of a bag hitting the ground Yanagi knew that Yukimura had achieved his objective. Kirihara stood in the doorway, staring aghast at the scene in front of him. Betrayal was clear on his face, but Yanagi knew betrayal wasn't the only emotion shown in his eyes. Kirihara spun around and prepared to bolt.
"Akaya." Yukimura murmured softly, and Kirihara froze mid step. "Don't forget your bag."
Kirihara was always so easy to read, he wore all of his emotions out in the open.
"He's going to be impossible after this." Yanagi stated, the echoes of Kirihara's pounding footsteps fading.
"It'll help his tennis." Yukimura shrugged. "And move things along."
Yanagi frowned, matching Yukimura's pace as they walked out into the hallway. "I had decided not to pursue my interest Seiichi." After all, a romantic relationship with anyone would mess up Yanagi's perfectly ordered life. All of the data said that relationships, while rewarding, were messy, complicated things.
"You being distracted is simply no good Renji, I can't have you fouling something up because you're mooning after someone." Renji knew no matter what he said that Yukimura would go ahead with his plan, whatever it was. Yukimura was one of those unpredictable people who were impossible to gather complete and correct data on. There was always a hidden meaning, a secret motive that not even the best of moles could dig out.
"Ah, Seiichi, whatever you say." Yanagi prayed that Yukimura's plan would not mess with their training; though he knew whatever Yukimura was plotting was for the best for Rikkai. Yukimura only wanted them to succeed after all.
Data couldn't prepare Yanagi for the awkwardness that was Kirihara avoiding him. Kirihara even went so far as to use Niou as a buffer, and that was a bad idea. Cracking open the plastic first aid kit Yanagi dabbed a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol. As much as he wanted to poor peroxide over the cuts Niou's subsequent whining and the resulting prank wouldn’t make it worth it. "I don't know what the hell you did to the kid, but you really should fix it." Niou still hissed when Yanagi swiped the cotton ball over the wound on his forehead. "He's more irritating then usual."
"You're the one who upset him Niou." Yanagi taped the gauze over the cut before removing the icepack Niou was holding against his cheek and poking the bruise. "If you wouldn't tease him, he wouldn't react like this."
Niou grinned, then winced when it made the pain worse, and winced again when his wince made the bruise along his shoulders from where Kirihara bit him ache. "He's fun to tease, puri, especially about certain people." Yanagi stopped in the middle of opening the rubbing alcohol for the bite mark. Instead he reached for the black bottle of hydrogen peroxide.
"I trust you'll learn your lesson." Yanagi pressed the cotton ball to Niou's throat, smirking at Niou's hiss and tightly shuteyes. "Eventually."
Niou was incorrigible though, and no amount of pain would stop him from doing something he found entertaining. The next day Niou was again poking fun at a jumpy Kiriahra, and Sanada finally had to order the two apart. Sulkily Kirihara went to where Sanada had directed him, on the court across from Yanagi.
Sweaty palms were usual when you were facing the object of your affections in a tough situation, or so Yanagi's data said. The firm grip Yanagi had on his racket didn't waver though. "Kirihara, I'd like it if after practice you accompanied me home. I believe you have some homework you cannot complete on your own." Including a several page history essay due tomorrow that Yanagi knew Kirihara had not started researching yet.
Kirihara scowled, bouncing a ball once, twice, three times against the court before catching it and squeezing the fuzzy yellow object tightly. "Wouldn't you rather go home with buchou?"
"No." Yanagi stated. "And I'll tell you why… if you win the game." Kirihara glared, but the sullen look dissipated after a few seconds.
"You bet I'm going to win Yanagi-senpai! I'll wipe the court with you!"
Yanagi chuckled, placing his racket on the ground and spinning it. "Rough or smooth?" He questioned Kirihara, even though he already knew which way the racket would land.