Fic: GAMBLE (part 1/?)
Title: Gamble
Author: Fyra (fyrathilwen)
Beta-reader: Debbi-chan (deborahs_melody)
Rating: a little swearing, that's all ^^
Summary: the members of the Rikkai's tennis club make a bet --- who can get a kiss from a new girl in the school will skip all the future juices of Yanagi. Of course, they don't know yet that it will be harder than they've ever imagined.
Author's note: I've always liked writing IC. The first chapter is Jackal's POV, the next one is Marui's and so on... I hope I've been able to illustrate the guys as they really are. Please, enjoy! My goal is writing an amusing OC Rikkai fic!
Gamble
Chapter one - Kuwahara
“Have you seen that?”
Niou enters the bushitsu.
Some of us give him a squint; the others take no notice. Yagyuu is trying to change the pictures on the wall (he had just told us proudly that Niou would run away screaming as soon as he notices the photo. Since his face in the picture is like a handicapped vole’s, it wouldn’t surprise me if he did).
Yanagi is busy with his bookshelves that standing by the south walls (I’m dying to know what is in the eight books with my name on them. Unfortunately the local Professor keeps a close watch on them so it’s impossible to take a closer look at any of them).
Marui, while delving in his case, appears to be getting more and more agitated. I bet he is looking for his bubblegum that he put in his back pocket after lunch. I’m still meditating if I should tell him…he seemed pretty lazy making me defend our court against all Yagyuu’s smashes for the last two hours. No wonder I’m not able to stand up, I’m just sitting here musing.
“What should we have seen?”
I ask moping.
There is some scary scintilla flickering in the guy’s eyes as he squares his shoulders, looking quite satisfied. The looks the others are giving me tell me I did something really, really wrong when asking the question. They are probably wary of Niou, rightfully so but at this moment I don’t have the strength to even think. I stroke my head and shrug.
“Not what, but who! The new girl,” Niou raises his eyebrows.
Marui and Yagyuu had been uninterested till now but now both of them became quite excited. I recall the look of the girl: long, red braid, sparkle green eyes, and a sweet reputation. The only thing I don’t understand is why she wears our boring trousers instead of the girls’ obligatory skirt.
“She is quite pretty,”
Marui blinks (I guess he had the same train of thought as me) and pulls out his bubblegum from his pocket. He opens the pack and smells the scent of the apple aroma, the spasm disappears from his shoulders like his whole body became liquid. I cast a sidelong glance and notice Yanagi taking notes rapidly in his book with the title “Marui Bunta 0.8”. A chill comes over me involuntarily.
“I second that,” Niou replies. “She is a unique piece.”
“I would rather say she is an eye-appealing young lady,” Yagyuu adjusts his glasses, then after settling all the photos he leans on the wall pleased and crosses his arms.
“It’s unnecessary to pervert the words,” Niou rolls his eyes. “But since most of us have the same opinion about her, what would it be if…”
He doesn’t finish the sentence, but touches his chin and lets out a chuckle.
Okay, I admit I really started the chain-reaction.
That is to say, knowing Niou, it was rather like starting an avalanche, better yet an atomic blast, or even the end of the world.
“What would be if…?” Yanagi speaks this time.
It’s impossible for me not to notice that he has already prepared his notebook “Niou Masaharu 1.2”, the pen shaking in his hand in anticipation. It’s scary to be in the same room with someone who treats us as sources of information.
“If we bet,” Niou answers.
Yanagi puts his book away disappointed. Oh yeah, this kind of answer doesn’t say anything new about Niou. I guess if I met Niou in ten years, I would greet a quaking-handed, incurable gambler. Add to this, an opulent, quaking-handed, incurable gambler. Knowing Niou, I can count on it.
“Wagering on what?” Marui asks.
“Staking on what?” Yagyuu adds.
But before hearing any kind of replies, the door is slammed, and a disheveled, wheezing Kirihara dashes in. The photos on the wall shake, the pots on the shelves are clanging as a result of the frantic entrant. The air almost freezes for a moment, only Akaya blazes through the door like a zippy energy source.
“Wow, someone has been running fifty laps again,” I observe softly. Kirihara’s penetrating gaze silenced me and made me lose all desire to speak for the rest of my life. Of course, the moment doesn’t last too long as the boy shakes his head, his shoulders sagging as he walks to his locker and starts changing his clothes, clearly exhausted.
“Naa, Akaya,” Niou crosses his arms. Although the called boy doesn’t reply, Niou continues without a pause, “Are you going to join?”
Kirihara stops buttoning up his shirt, and turns suspiciously to the silver-haired guy.
“Join what?”
“We are trying to find out that too,” Yagyuu replies.
“Mou, don’t be such scaredy cats,” Niou teases them. “Decide whether you want to join or not, then I’ll announce the details. Only for insiders,” he adds and blinks.
I think that blink was the perfect cue so I firmly shake my head.
“I’m out.”
“Same here,” Yanagi seconds.
He must know Niou’s mimicry better than me. It blinks a huge, red WARNING note in his head as well probably.
“I’ll join,” Marui squares his shoulders, his bubble gum pops.
“Me too,” Yagyuu pushes himself off the wall grinning.
All of us gaze at Akaya. He is actually trying to pull on his trousers, and it evidently bothers him to be the centre of attention. I look at him and start shaking my head warning him not to accept the challenge. Even so, after managing to do up his trousers with his expression blank, he shrugs.
“I’ll join as well,” he sounds like a martyr.
I knit my eyebrows. I wasn’t in a good relationship with the boy, but when the others always tried to make a fool of him (as the only junior in the team), I always felt like protecting him. Obviously, he doesn’t care about the support I give (as would be expected for a Senpai to give to the Kouhai) to him and decides to do his own thing.
“Yoshi,” Niou claps. “So, there is the lil’ chicken…”
“Chicken?” Kirihara interrupts raising his eyebrows.
“The new girl,” Marui nudges.
“Uhm…” Akaya was about to say something (maybe a renege?), but Niou interrupts.
“Could I finish? So… the lil’ chicken doesn’t know anybody here in Rikkai, and it looks like she is free prey for every male. The bet briefly is like this: who gets the first kiss from her during a date or something will be acquitted of all the slipslop that Yanagi makes this year!”
I have to admit it isn’t an average stake!
“Eh?” Kirihara scratches his head confused.
“For the whole year? We don’t have to drink any Yanagi Bug Climax Juice or other glop?” Marui go totally starry-eyed, he turns to me with a gloating expression on his face. I shrug: okay, I missed it. What a pity!
“Hey! Nobody asked my opinion about it!” Yanagi says vexed.
“Now, now!” Niou clings onto the Professor’s shoulders and pats his back confidentially. “Just relax! You can test your newest creations on the ones who failed at their dates. And you will help us with getting the chick, won’t you?”
“Wha-what? The unsuccessful dates… have to drink some crazy juices again?” Marui wanly stutters. I victoriously grin at him. “And what’s with those who can’t try it at all? I mean, the previous knight gets the kiss before them?”
“We won’t punish those,” Niou shrugs.
“Why?” Yanagi asks ruefully.
I move further from Yanagi, Marui gulps so loudly that the shelves are shaking again. Yagyuu whets his throat.
“We humiliate that poor girl,” he notes simmering and adjusts his glasses. “Anyway, I will be the first swain.”
“But this is unfair!” My partner objects and crosses his arms angrily.
“Someone has to be the first one,” Yagyuu shrugs.
“In my opinion who has the chance should take it. You might be the first one, partner, but it isn’t a reason for me not to introduce myself to the lil’ chicken, and same goes for the others as well. Of course, your date will be a great experience for all of us in the future.”
“I think I’ll start gathering data,” Yanagi says apathetically. His movements look fresh and full of energy, though, when he jumps up; he is probably looks forward to presenting terrible monstrosities to the unlucky ones. Thank goodness, I didn’t join in this foolishness!
“That’s right,” Niou nods. “It’s a whiz!”
“Wait a moment,” his partner lifts his hand. “Don’t you think Sanada would join as well?”
“The… Fukubuchou?” Marui raises his eyebrows, his lips shiver while he is trying to stop laughing. “I don’t think he’s got a lot of motivation for things like that.”
“Heh, I have to agree,” Niou grins. “Mentioning the Fukubuchou, where is he?”
“He went to visit Yukimura-buchou at the hospital,” Kirihara says and rubs his nose. “Of course, he left only after my fiftieth lap,” he adds quietly.
After devoting a little time to being happy about the beauty of the collection of his data on the shelves, Yanagi sighs happily and turns to us.
“I’ll be leaving then. I’ll try to gather some information about her,” he says but before any of us could start nodding assent, he shakes his finger at us. “But don’t even think I’m doing this for nothing.”
Without saying anything else he leaves the club room.
“What kind of payment do you think he wants?” I spoke first, raising the issue.
“I don’t even want to think about it,” Marui trills next to me.
“It can be anything, we won’t die because of it,” Yagyuu shrugs then touches his chin. “Or… speaking of Yanagi, I’m not totally sure about it.” Another shrug then he grabs his bag. “I have to stop by a sport shop. Niou, are you joining me?”
“Only if you help me buy some things for my mother as well.”
“For your mother?” Yagyuu raises an eyebrow, and they walk away. We can still hear Niou’s ranting about his mother (to specify, about that “cruel shrew”) who dared to make her busy son buy some cauliflower, celery, fish, liquid soap and other things that are needed in a household.
I shake my head and stand up as well, when I see the waning of the head count.
“Are you leaving, too? Aw… I have to take home my little brothers in an hour,” Marui gives me the look of entreaty. I remember our match today (during which I felt like I had been playing singles), and blink a bit.
“Now, now, such a tensai like you must be able to amuse himself for an hour, mustn’t he?”
“You are mean, Jackal,” a little green bubble pops in front of his mouth.
“Akaya, where are you heading?” I look at the haggard boy.
He blinks up at me confused and looks even paler than usual.
“Where… where I usually go to,” he stammers then shakes his head. “I’m heading home, Jackal-senpai.”
“Join me then,” I offer, he starts nodding. I can see Marui pouting simmering then I leave the bushitsu with Kirihara on my side.
Since we live in the same street, we have walked home together countless time - I must admit I know him the best out of all the team. Even so, this guy is still a living mystery to me. I can rank the others in some categories after my old Brazilian teammates, but Kirihara is an enigma, it feels like he had two faces, and of course, nobody has a clue when he shows his true self. It’s possible that under these masks there can be even more that is known by nobody or possibly a few people. This time he surprises me with his muteness - he usually is pretty much an idiot or kind of a turd.
Now he is silent and thinking. Unbelievable.
“Akaya, what’s the matter?”
“Eh?” He looks up startled, like I disturbed him in his meditating or something.
“Matter. Now. With you.”
“It’s nothing, Senpai,” he shakes his head and let out an uneasy chuckle.
“You regret joining the gamble, don’t you?”
“Nope,” he turns away and finds interest in the by-passing cars. Then he looks at me again and shrugs. “What could I have done? Niou-senpai would still have the whole year to badger me if I didn’t accept the challenge.”
He sure has some guts. Although he beat all of us in tennis (except the troika of Rikkai), it was not a reason for showing any honour to him. Of course, Yagyuu (according to his personality) doesn’t molest him, and I even try helping him as much as I can. But Marui and mainly Niou really enjoy bugging the junior ace all the time. Kirihara can’t really do anything about it - he is only a Kouhai when he isn’t on the tennis court and he has to respect his Senpais.
“What about the victim?”
“About Arai?” He asks.
I stop immediately; Kirihara notices it only after a few moments.
“You… know her name,” I’m appalled. He winces, twirls his hair confused and comes closer to me. He lowers his voice.
“She is my classmate.”
“Is she? Is the new girl your classmate?”
“Yeah,” he scratches his head. “I don’t know what Niou-senpai would say if he knew about it,” he doubtfully looks at me. “Senpai, I don’t want to drink any Yanagi juice as a penace.”
I stroke my head. Hm, it wouldn’t be bad at all if Kirihara was able to win the whole gamble. No, Marui wasn’t right at all, being the first isn’t an advantage at all - but Kirihara had a huge advantage…
“Naa, Akaya.”
“Hai.”
“Don’t tell a single word about it to the others. Yanagi will find it out sooner or later, but till then you should try to use it to your advantage. What do you know about the girl?”
“Senpai…” He looks at me stunned then, realizing that I am not joking at all, takes a deep breath. “Her name is Arai Riko, she is thirteen years old. She has got a twin and she came from Seishun Gakuen. She sits next to me during my classes. That’s all I know… she just came today, after all.”
“It isn’t too much. Don’t throw the chance away, Akaya.”
“The chance?” He raises his eyebrows.
“The chance,” I nod. “Get that kiss!”
“EH?!”
I hardly hear his comment; I walk away with unreasonable happiness and the urge to sing. It feels good to think of Niou’s but mainly of Marui’s defeat! Adding to this that they would be beaten by the junior ace that they always make a fool of… it feels even more wonderful! For God’s sake, Niou sometimes really has such brilliant ideas! FIRE!
End of the first chapter.
Next chapter - Bunta
Author: Fyra (fyrathilwen)
Beta-reader: Debbi-chan (deborahs_melody)
Rating: a little swearing, that's all ^^
Summary: the members of the Rikkai's tennis club make a bet --- who can get a kiss from a new girl in the school will skip all the future juices of Yanagi. Of course, they don't know yet that it will be harder than they've ever imagined.
Author's note: I've always liked writing IC. The first chapter is Jackal's POV, the next one is Marui's and so on... I hope I've been able to illustrate the guys as they really are. Please, enjoy! My goal is writing an amusing OC Rikkai fic!
Gamble
Chapter one - Kuwahara
“Have you seen that?”
Niou enters the bushitsu.
Some of us give him a squint; the others take no notice. Yagyuu is trying to change the pictures on the wall (he had just told us proudly that Niou would run away screaming as soon as he notices the photo. Since his face in the picture is like a handicapped vole’s, it wouldn’t surprise me if he did).
Yanagi is busy with his bookshelves that standing by the south walls (I’m dying to know what is in the eight books with my name on them. Unfortunately the local Professor keeps a close watch on them so it’s impossible to take a closer look at any of them).
Marui, while delving in his case, appears to be getting more and more agitated. I bet he is looking for his bubblegum that he put in his back pocket after lunch. I’m still meditating if I should tell him…he seemed pretty lazy making me defend our court against all Yagyuu’s smashes for the last two hours. No wonder I’m not able to stand up, I’m just sitting here musing.
“What should we have seen?”
I ask moping.
There is some scary scintilla flickering in the guy’s eyes as he squares his shoulders, looking quite satisfied. The looks the others are giving me tell me I did something really, really wrong when asking the question. They are probably wary of Niou, rightfully so but at this moment I don’t have the strength to even think. I stroke my head and shrug.
“Not what, but who! The new girl,” Niou raises his eyebrows.
Marui and Yagyuu had been uninterested till now but now both of them became quite excited. I recall the look of the girl: long, red braid, sparkle green eyes, and a sweet reputation. The only thing I don’t understand is why she wears our boring trousers instead of the girls’ obligatory skirt.
“She is quite pretty,”
Marui blinks (I guess he had the same train of thought as me) and pulls out his bubblegum from his pocket. He opens the pack and smells the scent of the apple aroma, the spasm disappears from his shoulders like his whole body became liquid. I cast a sidelong glance and notice Yanagi taking notes rapidly in his book with the title “Marui Bunta 0.8”. A chill comes over me involuntarily.
“I second that,” Niou replies. “She is a unique piece.”
“I would rather say she is an eye-appealing young lady,” Yagyuu adjusts his glasses, then after settling all the photos he leans on the wall pleased and crosses his arms.
“It’s unnecessary to pervert the words,” Niou rolls his eyes. “But since most of us have the same opinion about her, what would it be if…”
He doesn’t finish the sentence, but touches his chin and lets out a chuckle.
Okay, I admit I really started the chain-reaction.
That is to say, knowing Niou, it was rather like starting an avalanche, better yet an atomic blast, or even the end of the world.
“What would be if…?” Yanagi speaks this time.
It’s impossible for me not to notice that he has already prepared his notebook “Niou Masaharu 1.2”, the pen shaking in his hand in anticipation. It’s scary to be in the same room with someone who treats us as sources of information.
“If we bet,” Niou answers.
Yanagi puts his book away disappointed. Oh yeah, this kind of answer doesn’t say anything new about Niou. I guess if I met Niou in ten years, I would greet a quaking-handed, incurable gambler. Add to this, an opulent, quaking-handed, incurable gambler. Knowing Niou, I can count on it.
“Wagering on what?” Marui asks.
“Staking on what?” Yagyuu adds.
But before hearing any kind of replies, the door is slammed, and a disheveled, wheezing Kirihara dashes in. The photos on the wall shake, the pots on the shelves are clanging as a result of the frantic entrant. The air almost freezes for a moment, only Akaya blazes through the door like a zippy energy source.
“Wow, someone has been running fifty laps again,” I observe softly. Kirihara’s penetrating gaze silenced me and made me lose all desire to speak for the rest of my life. Of course, the moment doesn’t last too long as the boy shakes his head, his shoulders sagging as he walks to his locker and starts changing his clothes, clearly exhausted.
“Naa, Akaya,” Niou crosses his arms. Although the called boy doesn’t reply, Niou continues without a pause, “Are you going to join?”
Kirihara stops buttoning up his shirt, and turns suspiciously to the silver-haired guy.
“Join what?”
“We are trying to find out that too,” Yagyuu replies.
“Mou, don’t be such scaredy cats,” Niou teases them. “Decide whether you want to join or not, then I’ll announce the details. Only for insiders,” he adds and blinks.
I think that blink was the perfect cue so I firmly shake my head.
“I’m out.”
“Same here,” Yanagi seconds.
He must know Niou’s mimicry better than me. It blinks a huge, red WARNING note in his head as well probably.
“I’ll join,” Marui squares his shoulders, his bubble gum pops.
“Me too,” Yagyuu pushes himself off the wall grinning.
All of us gaze at Akaya. He is actually trying to pull on his trousers, and it evidently bothers him to be the centre of attention. I look at him and start shaking my head warning him not to accept the challenge. Even so, after managing to do up his trousers with his expression blank, he shrugs.
“I’ll join as well,” he sounds like a martyr.
I knit my eyebrows. I wasn’t in a good relationship with the boy, but when the others always tried to make a fool of him (as the only junior in the team), I always felt like protecting him. Obviously, he doesn’t care about the support I give (as would be expected for a Senpai to give to the Kouhai) to him and decides to do his own thing.
“Yoshi,” Niou claps. “So, there is the lil’ chicken…”
“Chicken?” Kirihara interrupts raising his eyebrows.
“The new girl,” Marui nudges.
“Uhm…” Akaya was about to say something (maybe a renege?), but Niou interrupts.
“Could I finish? So… the lil’ chicken doesn’t know anybody here in Rikkai, and it looks like she is free prey for every male. The bet briefly is like this: who gets the first kiss from her during a date or something will be acquitted of all the slipslop that Yanagi makes this year!”
I have to admit it isn’t an average stake!
“Eh?” Kirihara scratches his head confused.
“For the whole year? We don’t have to drink any Yanagi Bug Climax Juice or other glop?” Marui go totally starry-eyed, he turns to me with a gloating expression on his face. I shrug: okay, I missed it. What a pity!
“Hey! Nobody asked my opinion about it!” Yanagi says vexed.
“Now, now!” Niou clings onto the Professor’s shoulders and pats his back confidentially. “Just relax! You can test your newest creations on the ones who failed at their dates. And you will help us with getting the chick, won’t you?”
“Wha-what? The unsuccessful dates… have to drink some crazy juices again?” Marui wanly stutters. I victoriously grin at him. “And what’s with those who can’t try it at all? I mean, the previous knight gets the kiss before them?”
“We won’t punish those,” Niou shrugs.
“Why?” Yanagi asks ruefully.
I move further from Yanagi, Marui gulps so loudly that the shelves are shaking again. Yagyuu whets his throat.
“We humiliate that poor girl,” he notes simmering and adjusts his glasses. “Anyway, I will be the first swain.”
“But this is unfair!” My partner objects and crosses his arms angrily.
“Someone has to be the first one,” Yagyuu shrugs.
“In my opinion who has the chance should take it. You might be the first one, partner, but it isn’t a reason for me not to introduce myself to the lil’ chicken, and same goes for the others as well. Of course, your date will be a great experience for all of us in the future.”
“I think I’ll start gathering data,” Yanagi says apathetically. His movements look fresh and full of energy, though, when he jumps up; he is probably looks forward to presenting terrible monstrosities to the unlucky ones. Thank goodness, I didn’t join in this foolishness!
“That’s right,” Niou nods. “It’s a whiz!”
“Wait a moment,” his partner lifts his hand. “Don’t you think Sanada would join as well?”
“The… Fukubuchou?” Marui raises his eyebrows, his lips shiver while he is trying to stop laughing. “I don’t think he’s got a lot of motivation for things like that.”
“Heh, I have to agree,” Niou grins. “Mentioning the Fukubuchou, where is he?”
“He went to visit Yukimura-buchou at the hospital,” Kirihara says and rubs his nose. “Of course, he left only after my fiftieth lap,” he adds quietly.
After devoting a little time to being happy about the beauty of the collection of his data on the shelves, Yanagi sighs happily and turns to us.
“I’ll be leaving then. I’ll try to gather some information about her,” he says but before any of us could start nodding assent, he shakes his finger at us. “But don’t even think I’m doing this for nothing.”
Without saying anything else he leaves the club room.
“What kind of payment do you think he wants?” I spoke first, raising the issue.
“I don’t even want to think about it,” Marui trills next to me.
“It can be anything, we won’t die because of it,” Yagyuu shrugs then touches his chin. “Or… speaking of Yanagi, I’m not totally sure about it.” Another shrug then he grabs his bag. “I have to stop by a sport shop. Niou, are you joining me?”
“Only if you help me buy some things for my mother as well.”
“For your mother?” Yagyuu raises an eyebrow, and they walk away. We can still hear Niou’s ranting about his mother (to specify, about that “cruel shrew”) who dared to make her busy son buy some cauliflower, celery, fish, liquid soap and other things that are needed in a household.
I shake my head and stand up as well, when I see the waning of the head count.
“Are you leaving, too? Aw… I have to take home my little brothers in an hour,” Marui gives me the look of entreaty. I remember our match today (during which I felt like I had been playing singles), and blink a bit.
“Now, now, such a tensai like you must be able to amuse himself for an hour, mustn’t he?”
“You are mean, Jackal,” a little green bubble pops in front of his mouth.
“Akaya, where are you heading?” I look at the haggard boy.
He blinks up at me confused and looks even paler than usual.
“Where… where I usually go to,” he stammers then shakes his head. “I’m heading home, Jackal-senpai.”
“Join me then,” I offer, he starts nodding. I can see Marui pouting simmering then I leave the bushitsu with Kirihara on my side.
Since we live in the same street, we have walked home together countless time - I must admit I know him the best out of all the team. Even so, this guy is still a living mystery to me. I can rank the others in some categories after my old Brazilian teammates, but Kirihara is an enigma, it feels like he had two faces, and of course, nobody has a clue when he shows his true self. It’s possible that under these masks there can be even more that is known by nobody or possibly a few people. This time he surprises me with his muteness - he usually is pretty much an idiot or kind of a turd.
Now he is silent and thinking. Unbelievable.
“Akaya, what’s the matter?”
“Eh?” He looks up startled, like I disturbed him in his meditating or something.
“Matter. Now. With you.”
“It’s nothing, Senpai,” he shakes his head and let out an uneasy chuckle.
“You regret joining the gamble, don’t you?”
“Nope,” he turns away and finds interest in the by-passing cars. Then he looks at me again and shrugs. “What could I have done? Niou-senpai would still have the whole year to badger me if I didn’t accept the challenge.”
He sure has some guts. Although he beat all of us in tennis (except the troika of Rikkai), it was not a reason for showing any honour to him. Of course, Yagyuu (according to his personality) doesn’t molest him, and I even try helping him as much as I can. But Marui and mainly Niou really enjoy bugging the junior ace all the time. Kirihara can’t really do anything about it - he is only a Kouhai when he isn’t on the tennis court and he has to respect his Senpais.
“What about the victim?”
“About Arai?” He asks.
I stop immediately; Kirihara notices it only after a few moments.
“You… know her name,” I’m appalled. He winces, twirls his hair confused and comes closer to me. He lowers his voice.
“She is my classmate.”
“Is she? Is the new girl your classmate?”
“Yeah,” he scratches his head. “I don’t know what Niou-senpai would say if he knew about it,” he doubtfully looks at me. “Senpai, I don’t want to drink any Yanagi juice as a penace.”
I stroke my head. Hm, it wouldn’t be bad at all if Kirihara was able to win the whole gamble. No, Marui wasn’t right at all, being the first isn’t an advantage at all - but Kirihara had a huge advantage…
“Naa, Akaya.”
“Hai.”
“Don’t tell a single word about it to the others. Yanagi will find it out sooner or later, but till then you should try to use it to your advantage. What do you know about the girl?”
“Senpai…” He looks at me stunned then, realizing that I am not joking at all, takes a deep breath. “Her name is Arai Riko, she is thirteen years old. She has got a twin and she came from Seishun Gakuen. She sits next to me during my classes. That’s all I know… she just came today, after all.”
“It isn’t too much. Don’t throw the chance away, Akaya.”
“The chance?” He raises his eyebrows.
“The chance,” I nod. “Get that kiss!”
“EH?!”
I hardly hear his comment; I walk away with unreasonable happiness and the urge to sing. It feels good to think of Niou’s but mainly of Marui’s defeat! Adding to this that they would be beaten by the junior ace that they always make a fool of… it feels even more wonderful! For God’s sake, Niou sometimes really has such brilliant ideas! FIRE!
End of the first chapter.
Next chapter - Bunta