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Jun. 5th, 2009 12:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaGakuto stared up at the clouds passing by, the metal bench pinched between his shoulder blades and did nothing to cool Gakuto off. His water bottle was on the ground to the left, and his jersey was folded under his head. He could hear the thwack of tennis balls against rackets and the thud of tennis balls bouncing off the courts. Occasionally there'd be a cheer, though more often there would be groans of disappointment, or the distant shouts of the players. Listening to Seigaku's golden pair play had been fracking irritating.
Gakuto was pissed.
He guessed he should have expected that 'pair up in teams of two' wouldn't mean playing doubles. After all, this was a camp where you weren't always going to get to pick your partner, you certainly wouldn't be able to pick and chose by the time you got to the top tier. But Gakuto was used to playing with Yuushi, and Yuushi had been standing close to him, and it'd just been easy.
The bastard could have let Gakuto get a game in. Fucking man of a thousand fucking techniques. Yuushi hadn't needed to get all DFAD (die fucking asshole die) on him! Yuushi could probably beat him using just Fuji Syuusuke's moves and one hand tied behind his back, though Gakuto'd like to believe that he could at least take a few games from the bastard that way. This time… he'd been slaughtered. He'd been KILLED. Without mercy, not even thinking about how Gakuto was going to feel, with an 0-7 record…
Okay, so, they were Hyotei students. Hyotei was a dog eats dog world. They were competing for a really, really hard to get spot. They were still *doubles* partners.
"Mukahi-senpai." Hiyoshi's shadow fell over Gakuto's vision, and then the stupid shroom blocked the sky. "Atobe called the bus." Hiyoshi's eyes were dull, and he was sweating as bad as Gakuto.
"Hmph." Gakuto turned onto his side. "Tell me when it gets here."
Hiyoshi settled onto the bench a foot away, ignoring Gakuto's sulking. Gakuto, still pissed, acknowledged that at least he wouldn't be going home alone. Hey, maybe Shishido'd get his ass kicked by Ohtori, then Gakuto would have someone to bitch at on the way home.
Yuushi was such a jerk. Gakuto wasn't going to answer any emails from him the whole time that jerk was at this stupid camp. Jerk.
Gakuto was pissed.
He guessed he should have expected that 'pair up in teams of two' wouldn't mean playing doubles. After all, this was a camp where you weren't always going to get to pick your partner, you certainly wouldn't be able to pick and chose by the time you got to the top tier. But Gakuto was used to playing with Yuushi, and Yuushi had been standing close to him, and it'd just been easy.
The bastard could have let Gakuto get a game in. Fucking man of a thousand fucking techniques. Yuushi hadn't needed to get all DFAD (die fucking asshole die) on him! Yuushi could probably beat him using just Fuji Syuusuke's moves and one hand tied behind his back, though Gakuto'd like to believe that he could at least take a few games from the bastard that way. This time… he'd been slaughtered. He'd been KILLED. Without mercy, not even thinking about how Gakuto was going to feel, with an 0-7 record…
Okay, so, they were Hyotei students. Hyotei was a dog eats dog world. They were competing for a really, really hard to get spot. They were still *doubles* partners.
"Mukahi-senpai." Hiyoshi's shadow fell over Gakuto's vision, and then the stupid shroom blocked the sky. "Atobe called the bus." Hiyoshi's eyes were dull, and he was sweating as bad as Gakuto.
"Hmph." Gakuto turned onto his side. "Tell me when it gets here."
Hiyoshi settled onto the bench a foot away, ignoring Gakuto's sulking. Gakuto, still pissed, acknowledged that at least he wouldn't be going home alone. Hey, maybe Shishido'd get his ass kicked by Ohtori, then Gakuto would have someone to bitch at on the way home.
Yuushi was such a jerk. Gakuto wasn't going to answer any emails from him the whole time that jerk was at this stupid camp. Jerk.
