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May. 30th, 2009 04:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaIt isn't unusual, on a boring day when practices have stretched long and all of them are tired, achy, and just a bit cranky, to find Niou standing around looking to get into trouble. It's all gone downhill since the game with Seigaku, now that the seniors are 'technically' off the team, and the time has come for Kirihara to step up. Kirihara has, gleefully, and he's managed to make a nuisance of himself by ordering his senpai to run laps. They don't have to, officially they're still above him, but they're also unofficially on his turf, so they generally run the laps and ignore Kirihara the rest of the time. None of the other second years is a challenge on the courts to Kirihara, so Kirihara takes his time playing the upperclassmen.
But back to the problem at hand, or, considering Niou perhaps it should be 'out of hand'.
"Niou." Yagyuu's arms feel ready to drop off, heavy useless weights tied to his shoulders after a match against Sanada has left him limp and limping. "Now is not the time."
Niou smiles at Yagyuu, but doesn't speak, instead he holds up a hand puppet, no, make that two hand puppets.
"Yagyuu!" The hand puppet that resembles Niou cries, his little arms waving in the air.
"Niou-kun." The Yagyuu puppet manages to sound stiff and unamused, much like Yagyuu himself. In fact, exactly like Yagyuu himself, and exactly like Yagyuu at this very moment. "Did you want something?"
The little arms of the Niou puppet form a distorted heart. "Doki doki!"
Yagyuu puppet crosses it's arms in front of his chest, unaffected.
Yagyuu scrubs at his face, pushing his glasses out of the way before replacing them. "Niou-kun. No."
"Awww." Niou puppet whines, wrapping himself around the Yagyuu puppet. "But, I was going to give you a special massage…" And then Niou puppet's arms are making attempts to rub up and down the Yagyuu puppet's back. Yagyuu doesn't wonder how Niou is managing to do this with just two fingers, it doesn't bare thinking about. But a massage sounds good, and Yagyuu puppet is starting to make some deeply pleased noises, while the stiffness fades from his cloth body and…
"Get your puppet's hands out of my puppet's pants." Yagyuu snaps, pointing the racket at Niou's smirking face. He assumes that would be his puppet's pants, technically they're just up under the puppet's oversized Rikkai jersey.
"You always ruin my fun Yagyuu." Niou grins, but he separates the puppets and tucks them into his pockets. "Sure you don't want that massage?"
Yagyuu tucks his racket into his bag, noting that his shoulders still ache but something inside of him feels lighter. Niou irritates him and uplifts him at the same time, it's frustrating. "Later, Niou-kun. Would you like to come over for dinner? My sister has a school play tonight, so I will be dining alone."
Niou's puppets make another appearance. "Dinner?" Niou puppet poses dramatically, an arm against his chest. "I would love to join you for dinner!"
Yagyuu puppet leans over and plants a kiss on Niou's cheek, or maybe whispers a dirty message into Niou's ear. With Niou, and Yagyuu, it could be either.
"Niou," Yagyuu slings his bag over one shoulder. "Let's go."
But back to the problem at hand, or, considering Niou perhaps it should be 'out of hand'.
"Niou." Yagyuu's arms feel ready to drop off, heavy useless weights tied to his shoulders after a match against Sanada has left him limp and limping. "Now is not the time."
Niou smiles at Yagyuu, but doesn't speak, instead he holds up a hand puppet, no, make that two hand puppets.
"Yagyuu!" The hand puppet that resembles Niou cries, his little arms waving in the air.
"Niou-kun." The Yagyuu puppet manages to sound stiff and unamused, much like Yagyuu himself. In fact, exactly like Yagyuu himself, and exactly like Yagyuu at this very moment. "Did you want something?"
The little arms of the Niou puppet form a distorted heart. "Doki doki!"
Yagyuu puppet crosses it's arms in front of his chest, unaffected.
Yagyuu scrubs at his face, pushing his glasses out of the way before replacing them. "Niou-kun. No."
"Awww." Niou puppet whines, wrapping himself around the Yagyuu puppet. "But, I was going to give you a special massage…" And then Niou puppet's arms are making attempts to rub up and down the Yagyuu puppet's back. Yagyuu doesn't wonder how Niou is managing to do this with just two fingers, it doesn't bare thinking about. But a massage sounds good, and Yagyuu puppet is starting to make some deeply pleased noises, while the stiffness fades from his cloth body and…
"Get your puppet's hands out of my puppet's pants." Yagyuu snaps, pointing the racket at Niou's smirking face. He assumes that would be his puppet's pants, technically they're just up under the puppet's oversized Rikkai jersey.
"You always ruin my fun Yagyuu." Niou grins, but he separates the puppets and tucks them into his pockets. "Sure you don't want that massage?"
Yagyuu tucks his racket into his bag, noting that his shoulders still ache but something inside of him feels lighter. Niou irritates him and uplifts him at the same time, it's frustrating. "Later, Niou-kun. Would you like to come over for dinner? My sister has a school play tonight, so I will be dining alone."
Niou's puppets make another appearance. "Dinner?" Niou puppet poses dramatically, an arm against his chest. "I would love to join you for dinner!"
Yagyuu puppet leans over and plants a kiss on Niou's cheek, or maybe whispers a dirty message into Niou's ear. With Niou, and Yagyuu, it could be either.
"Niou," Yagyuu slings his bag over one shoulder. "Let's go."
