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Aug. 7th, 2008 10:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaBefore today Niou had never worried about the happenings of Parent/Teacher conferences the night before.
Last year Niou had come to the tennis team's attention but hadn't quiet become their notorious trickster. He had become a regular in the winter, replacing Yukimura after Yukimura's collapse. Yukimura was the one who hand picked their regulars, okayed by the man upstairs who none of them saw except when they needed a signature. That was the way things were done at Rikkai, in the history of Rikkai the coach had been on paper only while the captain's ran the show. It was considered a right of passage or a way for the captains to control their team with an iron fist.
Rikkai's 'iron fist' had a tendency to hold on and squeeze the balls of it's players. That was the reason Niou cringed when he realized that last night Yanagi had no doubt gathered information on Niou's parents. It wouldn't be that frightening if Niou didn't know that he was going to have to do some serious pranks to erase any knowledge of his parents from the rest of the team's thoughts. Niou had already dealt with Marui perving on his mom. Yanagi was a big enough ass to go find those photobooks his mom had done before she married his dad.
"Niou." Yanagi and Sanada lounged in the club room, already dressed in their tennis uniforms. There was a light sheen of, not sweat, but some sense that they had been working out already. They had probably run double the laps of anyone else or something. Sanada did not exactly lounge, and neither did Yanagi, but lounge sounded so much better than 'lurking'. Marui was bent over with a wad of bubble gum caught between his teeth and his shoe laces half tied.
"Hey." Niou stripped off his shirt and fished in his cubby hole for his uniform shirt. Niou's shoulders were tight as he waited for Yanagi's comment about Niou's family, but it never came. Instead Sanada and Yanagi began talking about the team, Yanagi talked Sanada grunted, and left the club room.
Marui popped a bubble and finished with his laces. "They were waiting for you." Marui blew a bubble and the green bubble wiggling as he talked. "What'd you do?"
Niou fingered the hem of his shorts as he pulled them on, they were fraying. "I didn't do it this time." Crap, crap, crap. Yanagi was waiting for the opportune moment? Well two could play that game. Niou wasn't above giving Yanagi a little hell. He'd just need a ball point, some food coloring, and a pin. Niou had acquired all three of these by the end of the day and switched the ball point with one of Yanagi's by the time afternoon practice came around. Yanagi still seemed to know something Niou didn't, and when Niou pulled his white button down out of his cubby it was spotted with blue food coloring.
"Puri." Yanagi murmured around a smirk. "Seiichi would like a visit, Niou."
"Yeah, yeah." Niou looked around for someone to grab and drag with him but Kirihara, the shit, had already run off with Marui and Jackal and Yagyuu shut him down by having a cram school. Trudging off to the hospital alone was depression, as was wandering the sanitized hallways. The smell reminded Niou of the science wing on dissection day. Niou knocked lightly on Yukimura's door and then ducked his head inside the room. A group of children huddled around Yukimura's bedside. A young girl with pigtails and her tiny hands wrapped around the handles of a pair of crutches sat next to Yukimura on the bed. A little boy with burn scars gathered on his neck looked up at Yukimura with wide eyes. "Tell us another story, Seiichi-ni-chan!" The little girl clutched at the sleeve Yukimura's green pajamas pathetically.
"I'd love to." Yukimura stroked one hand over the little gir's head. "But I have a visitor and Nurse Dragon will be around in a few minutes."
"Awwwwwwww."
Niou ignores the mournful looks the kids turn on him when they all dutifully troop out the door. Niou closes the door behind him and flops into the most uncomfortable padded chair on the planet. Niou's been in hospital rooms with uncomfortable chairs but the one in Yukimura's room always seems the worst chair of the lot. "Enjoying twisting these kids into your image?" Niou smirks. "Puri."
Yukimura smiles at Niou and reaches under his pillow. He pulls out a glossy book, the book is thin, but long, and it's obviously made of glossy picture paper throughout. Niou's eyes narrow for a second before he relaxes into the chair. "What's that?"
"I was hoping you could tell me." Yukimura flipped through it. "Renji thought I needed some reading material."
Dead. Yanagi was dead. "My mom being a model is totally not the reason I'm insane."
Yukimura closed the book with a smile. "This is your mother, Niou? I never knew!"
Rikkai's 'iron fist' had a tendency to hold on and squeeze the balls of it's players. That was the reason Niou cringed when he realized that last night Yanagi had no doubt gathered information on Niou's parents. It wouldn't be that frightening if Niou didn't know that he was going to have to do some serious pranks to erase any knowledge of his parents from the rest of the team's thoughts. Niou had already dealt with Marui perving on his mom. Yanagi was a big enough ass to go find those photobooks his mom had done before she married his dad.
"Niou." Yanagi and Sanada lounged in the club room, already dressed in their tennis uniforms. There was a light sheen of, not sweat, but some sense that they had been working out already. They had probably run double the laps of anyone else or something. Sanada did not exactly lounge, and neither did Yanagi, but lounge sounded so much better than 'lurking'. Marui was bent over with a wad of bubble gum caught between his teeth and his shoe laces half tied.
"Hey." Niou stripped off his shirt and fished in his cubby hole for his uniform shirt. Niou's shoulders were tight as he waited for Yanagi's comment about Niou's family, but it never came. Instead Sanada and Yanagi began talking about the team, Yanagi talked Sanada grunted, and left the club room.
Marui popped a bubble and finished with his laces. "They were waiting for you." Marui blew a bubble and the green bubble wiggling as he talked. "What'd you do?"
Niou fingered the hem of his shorts as he pulled them on, they were fraying. "I didn't do it this time." Crap, crap, crap. Yanagi was waiting for the opportune moment? Well two could play that game. Niou wasn't above giving Yanagi a little hell. He'd just need a ball point, some food coloring, and a pin. Niou had acquired all three of these by the end of the day and switched the ball point with one of Yanagi's by the time afternoon practice came around. Yanagi still seemed to know something Niou didn't, and when Niou pulled his white button down out of his cubby it was spotted with blue food coloring.
"Puri." Yanagi murmured around a smirk. "Seiichi would like a visit, Niou."
"Yeah, yeah." Niou looked around for someone to grab and drag with him but Kirihara, the shit, had already run off with Marui and Jackal and Yagyuu shut him down by having a cram school. Trudging off to the hospital alone was depression, as was wandering the sanitized hallways. The smell reminded Niou of the science wing on dissection day. Niou knocked lightly on Yukimura's door and then ducked his head inside the room. A group of children huddled around Yukimura's bedside. A young girl with pigtails and her tiny hands wrapped around the handles of a pair of crutches sat next to Yukimura on the bed. A little boy with burn scars gathered on his neck looked up at Yukimura with wide eyes. "Tell us another story, Seiichi-ni-chan!" The little girl clutched at the sleeve Yukimura's green pajamas pathetically.
"I'd love to." Yukimura stroked one hand over the little gir's head. "But I have a visitor and Nurse Dragon will be around in a few minutes."
"Awwwwwwww."
Niou ignores the mournful looks the kids turn on him when they all dutifully troop out the door. Niou closes the door behind him and flops into the most uncomfortable padded chair on the planet. Niou's been in hospital rooms with uncomfortable chairs but the one in Yukimura's room always seems the worst chair of the lot. "Enjoying twisting these kids into your image?" Niou smirks. "Puri."
Yukimura smiles at Niou and reaches under his pillow. He pulls out a glossy book, the book is thin, but long, and it's obviously made of glossy picture paper throughout. Niou's eyes narrow for a second before he relaxes into the chair. "What's that?"
"I was hoping you could tell me." Yukimura flipped through it. "Renji thought I needed some reading material."
Dead. Yanagi was dead. "My mom being a model is totally not the reason I'm insane."
Yukimura closed the book with a smile. "This is your mother, Niou? I never knew!"
