[ROOKIES] Backlog 03: Control
Title: Control
Author: greatfountain
Pairings/Characters: None/Aniya, Wakana
Rating: R for Language. Wakana is a potty-mouth. XD
Summary: Aniya likes weekend practice.
Note: More dumb, but it’s a little more serious this time. I don’t know if Aniya is totally in character here, but I think seeing a pitcher like he describes would bother him a bit, especially if the team is a bunch of first-years like the Futago team, and especially if they win. Uhhh…mild Oofuri crossover?? XD
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It wasn’t uncommon, these days, for Aniya and Wakana to meet at the park and have simple pitching practice, often for hours on end. It was a good way for both of them to work off stress, and it helped to improve their sometimes tenuous battery.
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Aniya was working on a slider in secret for their next game. From what Wakana could tell from catching the damn thing, it was a nasty little ball. Wakana felt sorry for their opponents, frankly.
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However, Wakana could tell there was something else on the pitcher’s mind. Aniya’s pitches tended to be full-throttle, unpredictable things-Wakana still had a few bruises from those first slider attempts-but today they were erratic in speed, and all of them were pissing Aniya off.
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Wakana caught three quick pitches with the ease of practice. Aniya always brought a small bucket of fifteen or twenty balls with him, and they just passed them back and forth, so it wasn’t unusual for Aniya to throw several in a row, but…
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Wakana frowned and leaned back until he fell on his ass.
“Dude, what the fuck? What’re you pissing yourself off so much for?” he demanded.
“Shut up and catch!” snapped Aniya.
“No!”
“Well then get the fuck out of here!”
“Who else is gonna catch your lame-ass pitches otherwise, dickwad?”
Aniya rolled his shoulders and glared.
“Oh, I’m terrified,” mocked Wakana, “ but seriously, what the fuck?”
Aniya sighed and walked closer. Then he flopped back onto the grass at Wakana’s feet-they used a simple stretch of grass along a fence in the park, measured for accuracy, for practice. Then he let all of his breath out in one long, deep exhale.
“I went to a local tournament game last week…wanted to see the competition, you know? There was this tiny little all-freshman team from the boonies there. Pitcher looked like a fucking chicken or something, it was weird. Anyway, I was watching him pitch. He’s got, like, four breaking balls. His fastball’s nothing, but if you’re not expecting it you’re dead. Dude, this kid must have insane control. He always put it right where they couldn’t get it. His strike zone has to be, like, separated, or something. I mean, I’ve got two zones, if I’m lucky: inside and outside. So I though I’d, you know, maybe try his way of doing things. With the control and shit. But it’s doing nothing but PISS ME OFF!”
Wakana looked at him for a moment before he spoke.
”What a load of bullshit. You moron, why the hell would you want to kill yourself over shit like that?? Fuck zones! Nobody can even hit the damn ball! This kid needs control ‘cause it’s his thing. You’ve got your thing, too. That damn fastball could kill somebody. …besides, you’re too dumb for any more zones than two.”
“Shut up, asshole,” muttered Aniya, but he was smiling a bit.
Suddenly, Wakana rocked back onto his feet and set back up.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Pitch, fucktard! That pussy slider’s not gonna fool anybody at this rate.”
“Fuck you,” called back Aniya as he walked to the ‘mound’, a solid piece of stone laid out to mark where his foot had to be.
Wakana grinned. Maybe control worked for this other guy, but this battery needed passion, wildness.
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And so (thwap) passed another (thwap) Sunday afternoon.
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Author: greatfountain
Pairings/Characters: None/Aniya, Wakana
Rating: R for Language. Wakana is a potty-mouth. XD
Summary: Aniya likes weekend practice.
Note: More dumb, but it’s a little more serious this time. I don’t know if Aniya is totally in character here, but I think seeing a pitcher like he describes would bother him a bit, especially if the team is a bunch of first-years like the Futago team, and especially if they win. Uhhh…mild Oofuri crossover?? XD
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It wasn’t uncommon, these days, for Aniya and Wakana to meet at the park and have simple pitching practice, often for hours on end. It was a good way for both of them to work off stress, and it helped to improve their sometimes tenuous battery.
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Aniya was working on a slider in secret for their next game. From what Wakana could tell from catching the damn thing, it was a nasty little ball. Wakana felt sorry for their opponents, frankly.
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However, Wakana could tell there was something else on the pitcher’s mind. Aniya’s pitches tended to be full-throttle, unpredictable things-Wakana still had a few bruises from those first slider attempts-but today they were erratic in speed, and all of them were pissing Aniya off.
thwap thwap thwap
Wakana caught three quick pitches with the ease of practice. Aniya always brought a small bucket of fifteen or twenty balls with him, and they just passed them back and forth, so it wasn’t unusual for Aniya to throw several in a row, but…
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Wakana frowned and leaned back until he fell on his ass.
“Dude, what the fuck? What’re you pissing yourself off so much for?” he demanded.
“Shut up and catch!” snapped Aniya.
“No!”
“Well then get the fuck out of here!”
“Who else is gonna catch your lame-ass pitches otherwise, dickwad?”
Aniya rolled his shoulders and glared.
“Oh, I’m terrified,” mocked Wakana, “ but seriously, what the fuck?”
Aniya sighed and walked closer. Then he flopped back onto the grass at Wakana’s feet-they used a simple stretch of grass along a fence in the park, measured for accuracy, for practice. Then he let all of his breath out in one long, deep exhale.
“I went to a local tournament game last week…wanted to see the competition, you know? There was this tiny little all-freshman team from the boonies there. Pitcher looked like a fucking chicken or something, it was weird. Anyway, I was watching him pitch. He’s got, like, four breaking balls. His fastball’s nothing, but if you’re not expecting it you’re dead. Dude, this kid must have insane control. He always put it right where they couldn’t get it. His strike zone has to be, like, separated, or something. I mean, I’ve got two zones, if I’m lucky: inside and outside. So I though I’d, you know, maybe try his way of doing things. With the control and shit. But it’s doing nothing but PISS ME OFF!”
Wakana looked at him for a moment before he spoke.
”What a load of bullshit. You moron, why the hell would you want to kill yourself over shit like that?? Fuck zones! Nobody can even hit the damn ball! This kid needs control ‘cause it’s his thing. You’ve got your thing, too. That damn fastball could kill somebody. …besides, you’re too dumb for any more zones than two.”
“Shut up, asshole,” muttered Aniya, but he was smiling a bit.
Suddenly, Wakana rocked back onto his feet and set back up.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Pitch, fucktard! That pussy slider’s not gonna fool anybody at this rate.”
“Fuck you,” called back Aniya as he walked to the ‘mound’, a solid piece of stone laid out to mark where his foot had to be.
Wakana grinned. Maybe control worked for this other guy, but this battery needed passion, wildness.
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And so (thwap) passed another (thwap) Sunday afternoon.
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