"So." Fuji hitched his bag up on his shoulder as he strolled along beside
\n Kunimitsu. "What do you think of this rumor about the new players?"<\/p>\n
Kunimitsu stifled a wince as the every student in hearing started murmuring.
\n He disliked gossip just about as much as Fuji enjoyed it. Still, he supposed
\n it could be worse.<\/p>\n
At least there weren’t any supernatural beings hanging around this year. <\/p>\n
"I heard they played soccer in middle school…"<\/p>\n
"I heard they got kicked out of the game, and that’s why they switched over
\n to tennis for high school!"<\/p>\n
"But they can’t be any good, if they just started."<\/p>\n
"If they’re third years now," Fuji put in, "they have at least that much experience."<\/p>\n
"Yes, but…" Ooishi frowned. "I’ve heard that their play has been… well,
\n rather strange."<\/p>\n
"This is their second straight year as Regulars." Kikumaru shrugged. "Seems
\n like they make a good team."<\/p>\n
"Yes, but this thing they have with Yamabuki—" Ooishi broke off as they all
\n rounded the last corner and saw the courts.<\/p>\n
What he saw was a wheel, Kunimitsu thought. Not in shape but in movement—in
\n focus. Everyone and everything centered on the tall blond who had to be
\n the captain. Everything moved around him. Kunimitsu frowned; it wasn’t a
\n very… Seigaku arrangement. Well, he could tolerate it for a year if he
\n had to, he supposed. The practice seemed to be running smoothly enough. <\/p>\n
Though… the burly player with the odd grayish hair, off to one side, was
\n going to cost the school a new ball machine if his returns kept hitting
\n it. The casing was badly dented already. Well, he told himself, hanging
\n onto some optimism, it meant they had an excellent power player in the club. <\/p>\n
"Curious combination that pair on the end has," Fuji murmured. <\/p>\n
Ooishi looked rather troubled, himself, watching the two players. "You’d almost
\n think they hated each other."<\/p>\n
Kunimitsu had to agree. He had an irresistible impression that both players
\n were constantly on the edge of grabbing a handful of the other’s long hair
\n and yanking. The opposing pair, twins by the look of them,
\n had far more harmony in their formation. <\/p>\n
"Tight play, though," Fuji observed. As the red-haired player served he added
\n more softly, "And a… rather small waist, too." <\/p>\n
Kunimitsu raised a brow at Fuji.<\/p>\n
"No, it’s nothing." Fuji had a tiny smile, though. <\/p>\n
"Ah!" Kikumaru exclaimed, pointing. "Look! He’s even more chibi than Ochibi!"<\/p>\n
Then he sidled around behind Ooishi as the "chibi" in question turned to give Throughout this, the captain had seemed to take no notice of the new first-years’ Until the end.<\/p>\n "Yamabuki has been working, too. But this year it won’t do them any good. The Regular players snapped back, in clearly accustomed unison, "Yes, Gi-buchou!"<\/p>\n Kunimitsu was starting to have a very bad feeling about this.<\/p>\n Suzaku stood with his hands on his hips, glaring at his brother. "Was "It wasn’t my idea." Seiryuu examined his nails. "Talk to my ex<\/em>-seishi." <\/p>\n Suzaku growled and stalked off across the planes to see what he could do about <\/p>\n End<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Tezuka gets to high school and meets his rather unsettling new senpai.
\n him the flattest, coldest, oldest<\/em> look Kunimitsu had ever seen
\n on a human face. <\/p>\n
\n arrival, but now he called everyone in. Kunimitsu drew a discreet breath
\n of relief and settled down, as they lined up, to listen to the first day
\n speech. There were no surprises, which relaxed him more.<\/p>\n
\n This year, we’ll take Seishaku and his people down." The captain’s blue
\n eyes took on a rather unsettling gleam. "This time, we’ll have them."<\/p>\nIn a Heaven, in a Book…<\/h2>\n
\n that really necessary? I finally thought I’d found a way to make all of
\n them happy, and now this!"<\/p>\n
\n this trouble in the way of the souls he’d put so much effort into getting
\n reincarnated properly. At least, he thought, no one but a mortal would be
\n interfering with him this time… <\/p>\n