Saeki/Yuuta for Ayachi.

aquarium | puffin | corduroys.

"You're sure you want to do this right here?" Yuuta asked somewhat sheepishly, a wary gaze focused on the taller boy. Sure, he'd agreed to take the train up to Chiba and head out to the aquarium with Saeki (he kinda wanted to see the new temporary puffin exhibit anyway); but this might be taking it just a little too far.

"Aw c'mon, Yuuta! You know I've gotta~! Just watch!" Saeki gave a cheeky grin and reached out to snag the younger teen by the beltloop of his corduroys and tug him closer.

"You're worse than Aniki." A tiny flush spread over Yuuta's cheekbones. Saeki Kojirou, he decided, was insane. Utterly, completely insane and hadn't suggested they do what he had suggested they do.

"I think I'm hurt." Saeki replied, bottom lip jutting out in something of a mock pout before the easy grin curled back over his lips.

Yuuta just shook his head, an almost defeated sigh making itself known. "Fine. I'll keep watch. But if we get in trouble for this I don't know you." This was just gross. His gaze was averted as Saeki unzipped his jeans and went about his business.

Yuuta still couldn't really believe that Saeki actually had the balls to do that in public. "If you had to pee we could've just found a bathroom, you know."

*****

Inui/Yanagi for Erin.

homework |umbrella | mcdonalds apple pie

He was slightly disturbed to find that the pages of the calculus text were stuck together. A small frown pursed Yanagi's lips, he really should've reminded his sister not to eat her mcdonalds apple pies while borrowing his books for her college classes. The way things were going at the moment he'd never get his homework done . Practice had run late, Akaya had run off with his umbrella and he'd missed the train to Tokyo by a mere three minutes but, he supposed, that didn't really matter now as he'd at least made it to Sadaharu's in one piece.

"The pages will tear if you keep pulling on them like that, Renji." Inui had a somewhat amused tone to his voice. Honestly, sometimes Renji could just be so... uptight about things. Clueless, even. But it was, afterall, part of his charm. "Try steaming it, it should melt the syrup."

Inui's suggestion was met with something of a skeptical look. "The syrup will melt but the pages will wrinkle and there's a seventy-three percent chance that the ink will ---" That thought was only stalled when lips pressed against his own and Renji found himself sprawled on the floor; a light breeze from the window rustling the pages of textbooks.

*****

Tomoka/Sakuno for Erin

keitai (cellphone) strap. Hello Kitty. Hanamura-sensei's training techniques.

If there was one thing she'd taken away from Jr. Senbatsu, it was that you had to be forceful and decisive about getting the things you wanted. Or maybe it was the fact they were here to play tennis and not fool around. Or not so much tennis for the two girls curretly tittering off at each other as watchinga large batch of rather pretty boys their age play said racquet sport, but that's not really the point.

All day Sakuno had been listening to Tomoka ramble on and on about Hanamura-sensei's training techniques and how they seemed to make the boys in her group shape up rather quickly.

"Um, Tomo-chan..." Sakuno attempted to interject meekly, fingers drumming almost nervously on her Hello Kitty bento. "It's almost time for lunch..."

"There's no time for lunch when Ryoma-sama is playing!" Tomo waved her arms around wildly and narrowly avoiding hitting herself in the head with the random baubles hanging from her cellphone strap.

"But Ryoma-kun isn't playing... he's not even here." The braided girl pointed out, a hand raised in the direction she'd last seen the boy wonder run off to.

"EHHHH!!? Ryoma-sama~~! Why didn't you say something sooner, Sakuno?!" Quickly she grabbed Sakuno's hand and proceeded to drag the girl off into parts unknown.

"But I did try to say something... ten minutes ago..."

"Nonesense! My Ryoma-sama Radar would've gone off!" Tomo huffed. Really now, as if she didn't know where Ryoma-sama was at any given moment.

Sakuno couldn't help but sweatdrop defeatedly.

*****

NiouKiri for Rue.

moth, tan, cotton

Niou had to give the kid extra points for creativity; he'd never seen grip tape put to quite that use before. He may have, however, been slightly happier if it hadn't been used to bind he himself to a bench, stretched so tightly over the tanned wrists that it nearly cut off his circulation. Oh well. His fault for betting Kirihara he couldn't get him down.

"Think ya can cut me loose now?" He asked the younger teen, eyes crossing and a loud huff of breath released in attempt to get rid of the moth fluttering around his nose. What the hell was with that, anyway? There weren't any lights on -- who needed them in the middle of the day?

"Yeah, yeah, when I'm finished." Akaya replied simply, sweaty palms rubbed dry on the fabric of his light cotton shirt. "Need proof I beat ya." Click.

"Jackass." And had be been able to actually move his hands, Niou probably would've flipped the camera off as well.

*****

Atobe/Jirou for Ryuchama~

Lollipops, puppy, sex

Once again had the narcoleptic boy fallen asleep, this time in Atobe's lap. Akutagawa Jirou, Atobe thought, was much like a lost puppy -- following him around and practically begging him for attention. Sometimes Atobe wished the other teen could be just like the little kids that followed him around; give them lollipops and they'd go away. Other times, like now for instance, it was different -- like when Jirou was actually asleep or during a post-sex snugglefest.

Atobe wasn't quite sure why he was fond of Jirou, but this was one of those times he probably didn't particularly care, either.

*****

KamIbu for Ebbers ♥

laundromat; samurai; vintage

"Don't wake me up and I'll respect you in the morning."

That's what Shinji'd said, anyway. He was kinda funny, yanno? Always to the extremes, that guy -- some days he's so out of it he'd get lost in a laundromat and sometimes he'll spend hours browsing through vintage clothing stores. It's weird, I don' really get him. Which probably doesn't make sense, he's supposed to be my best friend or whatever.

Shinji, the incessant mumbler. Shinji, that one kid that kinda looks like a girl. Shinji, my doubles partner; Shinji, the person I love most.

It made sense this time, I guess. He was tired, afterall. I've probably just got too much energy for him, he can't keep up. I don't even really pay attention to the tv (I've seen that old samurai movie like fifty times anyway) , it's only really on for background noise. Instead I focus on him -- the quiet mumbles in his sleep, the soft sound of inhalations and the way royal strands cascade over his face and my pillow.

It's kinda funny, maybe in a saddish way. To you, I'm just a friend; someone to hang out with or a place to crash when your parents lock you out. You're supposed to be the smart one in this gig. Fudoumine's genius and all that.

You are smart, I'll give you that. You're smart, but you're fucking blind.

*****

Sanada x Ibu for Hikari

beach, ice cream, lost

Yukimura decided that Sanada needed to be more social. Unfortunately for Sanada, 'more social' meant Yukimura was more or less forcing him to babysit for other team captains around the region. Today's victim? Ibu Shinji.

Ibu Shinji, the kid that could ramble on and on about an ice cream cone for hours, and never once be lost for words. Sanada was doomed. The purpose of this beach trip was supposed to be some weird form of training (running on sand and all that), not to have to drag the mumbling boy from one volleyball net to another.

"You shouldn't frown so much, your face'll get stuck like that. At least that's what my grandpa said, he's old but he's pretty smart so I guess I believe him. And shouldn't you be wearing a shirt or something? I could help you with your sunblock if that's your problem, your skin's starting to get really pink -- are you burning? That would suck, sunburns hurt a lot, 'specially when you don't have any aloe. I like that stuff, it grows sorta like a cactus but it's not all that spikey and you can just break off a leaf -- are those even leaves? They kinda look like it, I guess, but maybe a branch or something is a better word? I don't know, I'd have to look it up -- anyway, you can just break off a branch or whatever it's called and rub the inside on your burn and it'll make it not hurt as much........"

Idly Sanada wondered what he'd done to piss Yukimura off enough to be punished with this.

*****

Tachibana x Tezuka for Trinity.

Angst, Water, Happy Ending

He left him where he stood. Rain drops beating down on an uncapped head, the water pooling along cracked pavement and soaking into the man's shoes. It wasn't fair, the man thought. It wasn't fair that his friend had died or his girlfriend had dumped him, it wasn't fair that life seemed to want to swallow him whole and spit him out nothing but the empty shell of a man who'd once been.

There wouldn't be any happy endings this time, Kippei figured; eyes focused on the small screen of his television and a small tear threatening to well in the corner of his eye.

"Never thought you'd be one to cry at angsty chickflicks." Tezuka stated, shifting around in his chair slightly. "Pass the popcorn?"

*****

Kirihara + Mizuki for Roll, tyrp-verse-ish.

chop sticks, radio, ink

"I don't understand why I have to do this!" Kirihara nearly hissed with flushed cheeks, a frown furrowing on his brows and gaze flicking to the set of chopsticks and small bowl of barbequed meat sitting nearby. He just wanted to eat, not help his dear cousin with his stupid art project or whatever. This was just plain damn embarassing even if it was the cousin that seemed to be the closest thing to a brother he had..

"Beacuse you're family and families help each other out, Akaya-kun. You wouldn't want me to fail my art class, now would you?" Mizuki replied, one hand fiddling with a small radio on his desk to tune it to his favourite station. Perfect. Mizuki spun in his chair, gaze flicking back between his easel and the teen modelling for him, ink being put to paper to create a rather interesting picture. "Besides, you look cute. Nfufufufu."

Akaya's head hung low, the bunny ears on his head drooping and the oversized bell around his neck jingling with every move he made. He wasn't sure how he'd been conned into posing like a playboy bunny or something (probably with the bribe of food or buying him a new video game or something) but as if the ears and bell weren't enough, he'd been forced into a leotard complete with fuzzy tail and a pair of his sister's strappier heels.

How cruel and unusual life (particularly life with a cousin such as his) could be sometimes.

*****

Niou/Mizuki for Jen.

babies, salsa, disadvantage

He had no idea what he was doing. Salsa dancing wasn't exactly Niou's thing (yet for some reason tango just worked for Sanada) and he hadn't a clue how on earth he'd been conned into this; particularly by the nfu'ing purple Sei Rudolph freak. He was stepping all over people's feet and generally making a complete ass of himself. Moreover, he wanted to know just HOW the hell he'd been the one so disadvantaged as to be wearing the damn dress.

"I hate you, just so you know." Niou hissed while being spun around.

I shouldn't be here. I should be out terrorizing innocent old people or stealing candy from babies or something. He thought to himself.

"Hate is such a strong word, Niou-kun. You did agree to this." Mizuki replied, with a few more snazzy steps and spins and whatever else it was that salsa dancers did.

"Yeah, I did, but only 'coz it'll give me extra credit in phys ed."

"Is that so? Nfufu."

"Yeah."

"So you'll be here again?"

"Next time you're wearing the fucking dress. These heels are making my back hurt."