Raphael: Michael, why are you supporting a junior high tennis team? <\/p>\n
Michael: Setsuna suggested it. <\/p>\n
Raphael: …that shouldn’t make as much sense as it does.<\/p>\n
Setsuna-the-one-man-cheering-section: Yeah! Go Fudoumine! Waste those bastards! <\/p>\n
Michael: *standing on the fence* Fuck you! <\/p>\n
Sakaki: *hand over eyes* <\/p>\n
Ryouma: I don’t know any of these people. You? <\/p>\n
Kamio: Not a single one.<\/p>\n
Tezuka: I hate you all. [glares]<\/p>\n
[pets the buchou] You could have just signed on with Michael, dear.<\/p>\n
Tezuka: Don’t I have enough problems to deal with? Momo would make one crack—you
\n know he would—and the whole school would have gone up. Tachibana’s better
\n with that kind of thing.<\/p>\n
Tachibana: *smug* Of course I am. You know, Tezuka, if you were just a little Tezuka: *level look* …did you just suggest what I think you just suggested?<\/p>\n Tachibana: No, of course I didn’t. *examines nails*<\/p>\n Tezuka: Leave me alone.<\/p>\n [falls out of her chair]<\/p>\n Tezuka, darling, we *can’t* leave you alone. You’re too much fun for that.<\/p>\n Besides, I’m sure that your team would happily shag you, if you wanted it Tezuka: … [stalks off]<\/p>\n Seiichi: I think you hurt his feelings.<\/p>\n Nah, not his feelings, just his repression.<\/p>\n Tezuka: *glares*<\/p>\n What? You know any one of them would bend over for you. Even Echizen.<\/p>\n Tezuka: Do you mind<\/em>?<\/p>\n Not in the least. *sweet smile*<\/p>\n Especially Echizen, if you ask me. Boy’s got it bad for his buchou.<\/p>\n Tezuka: [hand over face] I’m not hearing<\/em> this.<\/p>\n And the Fujis! I bet you could be the filling in a Fuji-sandwich!<\/p>\n Tezuka: Lalalalala I can’t hear you!<\/p>\n And haven’t you ever wondered whether Taka-san would go into burning mode Tezuka: Please, God, kill me now.<\/p>\n Lucifer: Sorry, Setsuna and I offed him already. I suppose I could kill you, Tezuka: *hopeful* You would?<\/p>\n Lucifer: *leans on wall* Sure. Of course, you would owe me, then…<\/p>\n Tezuka: I’m doomed.<\/p>\n Seiichi: You say that like it’s a bad thing. <\/p>\n Tezuka: You stay out of this. You have biases<\/em>.<\/p>\n Seiichi: And you don’t? Really, Tezuka. All of that repression can’t be good Tezuka: [glare] What works for one team doesn’t work for another.<\/p>\n Yeah. *sighs* Not everyone can rule through raw sex appeal.<\/p>\n Tezuka: *opens mouth, closes it* I’m… *glares*<\/p>\n Almost got ya. *grins*<\/p>\n Seiichi: [gently] Is it really so difficult to let go, Kunimitsu?<\/p>\n Tezuka: [eyebrows going up] I am not<\/em> one of yours, Seiichi.<\/p>\n Seiichi: [sigh] More’s the pity.<\/p>\n Michael: Aw, come on<\/em>, it’s not like Rikkai hasn’t won for the past \n Tachibana: Besides which fact, you’ve got the team for eternity. One junior Belial: *grumbles*<\/p>\n \n Seiichi: *soothing* Now, now. We’ll all play our best, and what happens happens. \n Belial: *eyes* If you say so.<\/p>\n Tezuka: But—but—we’re the protagonists!<\/p>\n \n Michael: …<\/p>\n Tachibana: [with satisfaction] Not in this<\/em> AU, you’re not.<\/p>\n Ryouma: Come on, Buchou, it’s not like I’m not going to get everyone to go \n Tezuka: ……..<\/p>\n \n Eriol: I find your ideas fascinating and would like to subscribe to your Tachibana: [smug] It’s good to be me.<\/p>\n Tezuka: Fine, fine, you win<\/em>.<\/p>\n \n Michael: Well, yeah, that’s the point.<\/p>\n \n Tezuka: [considers taking up heavy drinking]<\/p>\n Sanada: *holds out sake bottle* Drink up. It doesn’t really help, but it distracts \n Belial: Agony? Excuse one? One is considerably more skillful than that.<\/p>\n \n Tezuka: *bottle half way to mouth* Sanada. Did he just say what I think he \n Sanada: No. No, he didn’t. Pass the bottle back this way, will you?<\/p>\n Tezuka: [passes the bottle back] So, your team and<\/em> Mad Hatter?<\/p>\n \n Sanada: [healthy drink] …<\/p>\n \n Tezuka: [worried] That’s not… standard… is it? <\/p>\n \n Sanada: [passes the bottle back] How the hell should I know?<\/p>\n \n Tezuka: Fuck. [drinks]<\/p>\n *author pops up cheerfully* Oh, probably not, not unless you finally decide \n Tezuka: *dire glare* You can inflict demons and angels and even relatives \n Sanada: *quietly* You know, it really isn’t a good idea to give them challenges Em-chibi: Gen-chan is absolutely right, you know. That sounded like a challenge \n Tezuka: [pales] <\/p>\n \n Sanada: [taking an interest in spite of himself] I’d say he’s more of an \n Em-chibi: You think? <\/p>\n \n Tezuka: [waving hands] Right. Here. I’m standing RIGHT HERE.<\/p>\n \n Sanada: Definitely. Or possibly Oishi. Buchou\/Fukubuchou* has a lot to be \n Tezuka: [strangles]<\/p>\n \n ———<\/p>\n *Originally typed as "fuckubuchou" which indicates where my mind Eriol: I’m perfectly willing to lock my cute relative in a room with anyone \n Sanada: Do you, by any chance, know the Mad Hatter?<\/p>\n \n Eriol: Only by reputation, unfortunately. I’ve never met that charming personage.<\/p>\n Sanada: …I’m going to go find another bottle.<\/p>\n Em-chibi: Then I say we lock Tezuka in with his team and let the \n Tezuka: [has a heart attack]<\/p>\n \n Raphael: Oh, now that won’t do at all. [resurrects Tezuka]<\/p>\n \n Tezuka: [whimpers] Why do you all hate me so?<\/p>\n Raphael: This isn’t hate, this is entertainment.<\/p>\n Hisoka: *hand to head* So, did I hear that someone around here has booze?<\/p>\n Sanada: You want booze? We got booze.<\/p>\n \n Tezuka: Sake, scotch, vodka, whiskey, what’s your pleasure?<\/p>\n \n Yukimura: I never would have figured you for a bartender, Tezuka.<\/p>\n \n Tezuka: Go away; you’re not allowed in this club. [makes shooing motions]<\/p>\n By the time you’re done, half the boys will be alcoholics. And then, their \n Tezuka: Perhaps we should cut back.<\/p>\n \n Sanada: Right after this one.<\/p>\n *pets Sanada* There, there, dear, take heart. You’re about to get some.<\/p>\n Sanada: …Tezuka, pass me the whole bottle.<\/p>\n Tezuka: *doubtful* Well, yes, but Cam has a point.<\/p>\n \n Sanada: Do you really think being sober would stop these three?<\/p>\n \n Tezuka: …you have a point, too. *takes a healthy swig*<\/p>\n Hisoka: And when you’re done, pass that bottle back down this way. [ruminates] Tezuka: Shh. Fuji’ll hear<\/em> you.<\/p>\n \n Hisoka: Like that’s going to stop me? [drinks]<\/p>\n Tezuka: *looks Hisoka up and down* Well, no, not really, but if you give him \n Hisoka: Oh. <\/p>\n \n Tezuka: *thoughtful, and swaying slightly* Or he might decide he likes Mizuki \n Hisoka: *red* Tsuzuki is not my lover!<\/p>\n \n Sanada: Better not let the Authors know that. They’ll have you in bed with \n Hisoka: *morose* I figured that part out, yeah.<\/p>\n Sanada: Not that some<\/em> of us are too good to be tossed into bed with \n Tezuka: [blinking] Are you trying to say something, Sanada?<\/p>\n Sanada: [expansive] Not at all. If I were trying<\/em>, I’d say that you’re \n Hisoka: [faintly alarmed] [relieves Tezuka and Sanada of their booze] Ummm, Tezuka: *narrow glare* So. I take it you would hop right into bed with Echizen, \n Sanada: Hell, for all I know, he’s going to show up at the orgy.<\/p>\n \n Hisoka: *faintly* Orgy?<\/p>\n Tezuka: Orgy<\/em>?!<\/p>\n \n Sanada: [shrug] These things happen. [thoughtful] I bet we could send Echizen \n Tezuka: [chokes]<\/p>\n \n Hisoka: Should he be turning that shade of blue?<\/p>\n Sanada: Probably not.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Author and Muse comments on the side, part one.
\n closer<\/em> to your people I’m sure they would answer far more readily
\n to your hand.<\/p>\nL<\/h4>\n
\n that way.<\/p>\nB<\/h4>\n
L<\/h4>\n
\n in bed?<\/p>\nB<\/h4>\n
\n if you really want.<\/p>\nL<\/h4>\n
\n for you.<\/p>\nB<\/h4>\n
L<\/h4>\n
Coments Three or Debates on Who Wins What<\/h2>\n
L<\/h4>\n
\n how<\/em> many years?<\/p>\n
\n high championship isn’t that big a deal, in the long term.<\/p>\nB<\/h4>\n
\n Playing the strongest is a good deal of satisfaction in itself.<\/p>\nL<\/h4>\n
C<\/h4>\n
\n to heaven and hell just so that we can keep playing tennis after we die.<\/p>\n
\n newsletter.<\/p>\nL<\/h4>\n
B<\/h4>\n
\n you from the agony.<\/p>\n
\n said?<\/p>\nL<\/h4>\n
B<\/h4>\n
\n to take Ryouma up on what he is so obviously<\/em> offering.<\/p>\n
\n on me, but you will never corrupt my captainly ethics!<\/p>\n
\n like that.<\/p>\nL<\/h4>\n
\n to me. I’m sure Fuji could talk Yuuta into a buchou sandwich.<\/p>\n
\n Echizen-type.<\/p>\n
\n said for it.<\/p>\n
\n is.<\/p>\nC<\/h4>\n
\n you ladies could suggest. Or everyone, depending on your preference.<\/p>\nL<\/h4>\n
pants<\/strike>
\n chips fall where they may.<\/p>\nComments Four or Contributing to the Delinquency of Minors<\/h2>\n
B<\/h4>\n
L<\/h4>\n
Cam<\/h4>\n
\n charges will have even more<\/em> freedom to do as they please.<\/p>\nB<\/h4>\n
L<\/h4>\n
\n Think anyone would miss that Mizuki fellow?<\/p>\nB<\/h4>\n
\n ideas he might beat you to it.<\/p>\n
\n today, and try to do you in first. Is that lover of yours possessive or obssessive
\n or anything troublesome like that?<\/p>\n
\n him in a flash. They like to torture us, you know.<\/p>\nL<\/h4>\n
\n our teammates, of course. [meaningful look at Tezuka]<\/p>\n
\n a prig with a stick up his ass and that getting laid would do you a world
\n of good. But then, I’m not trying to say anything.<\/p>\n
\n guys…?<\/p>\nB<\/h4>\n
\n if he just happened to be on your team instead of mine?<\/p>\nL<\/h4>\n
\n an invitation…<\/p>\n