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Juumonji asks Musashi for some advice!
Juumonji poked his head in the door of the clubhouse, still trying to convince himself he was really doing what he was going to do. If Kuroki and Togano knew about this... Or hell, anybody else, it would just...totally suck. Especially Hiruma. Hopefully, the old man knew how to keep his mouth shut. Of course, with the amount he talked normally, that really shouldn't be a problem.
Hopefully.
Sliding into a chair, he crossed his arms, slumping down until he was comfortable. Then he simply stared at Musashi, unable to really come up with what to say right away.
Musashi eyed the bleach-blond delinquent in front of him. He was unusually shifty. "What is it?"
"I've kind of..." he trailed off, looking down at the ground. "I'vekindofgotaquestion."
"Then ask your question."
He sighed deeply, creating a long pause in the not-really-conversation. "It's...kind of about a girl," he said slowly. "And you're kind of...the only person I could think of to ask."
"Then you must be desperate." Musashi smirked and tilted his head, interested now. "What is it?"
"I don't have to tell you anything, you know," he snarled back. "And I...don't know why I'm even bothering to ask you, stupid old man."
"Yes, yes." He waved a hand. "Cut the male posturing and ask me if you're going to ask me."
"FINE." Juumonji scowled. This was obviously not going to be easy. But of course, he hadn't expected it to be. "You know that one chick that everybody's all pissed at? From Zokugaku? I sorta...you know..." He trailed off significantly, still carefully avoiding Musashi's eyes.
"No, I don't know."
He finally raised his head to give Musashi a flat, vaguely pissed glare. "I kind of like her, alright? So what do I do?" He drew his arms in, crossing them tighter in front of him, defensively.
"That depends on a lot of things. First of all, how much do you like her?"
"What, you mean I actually have to think about this shit?" A few seconds passed, as Juumonji weighed the events of the previous few days. Beating the shit out of him, Kuroki and Togano. Busting Kuroki's shoulder, too. Generally being a bitch. But... "I guess...a lot?"
"A lot. Then, the next question." Musashi shifted forward in his seat, "Do you want to be miserable?"
Juumonji simply blinked. "You mean, more than right now?"
"Yes. If you pursue this infatuation, you realize you're going after someone your friends dislike, your team captain might have to blackmail at some point; someone who actually is involved with another...and is on an opposite team. All these factors will make you miserable. Is she worth it?"
"M...aybe?" Juumonji answered slowly. "I guess...I don't know all that much about her yet, but..." He stood up quickly from his chair, knocking it over behind him. "I don't know. Just forget it."
"Don't be such a child. If you want to talk about it, I have no problem with it. I'm not judging you." Musashi grabbed his arm and kicked the chair back up, plunking him down.
"What if I don't want to talk about it anymore then?" he asked petulantly, slumping down in the chair again.
"Grow up. Now what did you intend to do about this?"
Juumonji rolled his eyes. "That's why I came here to ask you, dumbass."
"Do you want to pursue her or not?"
"I want to, but Kuroki's still pissed, and so is Togano, and then there's Hiruma..."
"Look, if you really want to..." Musashi considered. "I can handle Hiruma...but you'll have to rely on your friends' loyalty for the rest. And then there's Habashira."
"With time, they should be okay," he said slowly, shaking his head. Kuro had said that stuff earlier about it maybe working, but of course, she still had busted his shoulder up. But...he'd been asking for it, too... "And...Habashira just doesn't treat her right, you know? He's just a bastard to her!"
"What do you mean? Have you seen him doing anything?" Musashi's eyes clouded.
"Well, just the way he talks to her and shit. Calling her names and just..." He grunted, shaking his head. "He's just an ass, alright?"
"Then if you're really going to win this girl, you have to show her something different. You can't go swaggering up to her. I've read your interactions with her, you're an absolute idiot."
"What...exactly do you mean?" A feeling of dread grew in the pit of Juumonji's stomach.
"I mean you have to be a gentleman."
"I kinda got that. But what does that mean I have to do?"
"You take her out, treat her nice, listen to what she has to say, engage her in conversation, and maybe buy her things."
Juumonji sighed, but nodded a few times. "Yeah... Yeah, I guess I can do that. But...how do I get that far if she's kind of...hostile?"
"Maybe ask her online first? It's not as bad as it once was made to seem."
"Online? Like what, asking her in an e-mail or something?"
"Or by a post, perhaps. That way Habashira can see too, and the gauntlet is thrown down or what have you."
"Isn't that going to be a shitload of trouble though?"
"That's why I asked in the beginning if you were up to it. There will be trouble no matter how you go about this. You've picked a...troubling person."
"I'll do it then," Juumonji answered, a note of determination in his voice. "I mean...any way I do it, I'm gonna get screwed over, aren't I? So I might as well just get it done."
"Good attitude, I guess." Musashi smiled a little. "I might just adopt it myself one of these days. Now go do it, yeah?"
Juumonji stood up again, a serious frown on his face. He headed for the door of the clubhouse again, then turned quickly and his mouth quirked up in a small grin. "Uh...thanks."
Musashi grinned back and stood. "Good luck."
Juumonji poked his head in the door of the clubhouse, still trying to convince himself he was really doing what he was going to do. If Kuroki and Togano knew about this... Or hell, anybody else, it would just...totally suck. Especially Hiruma. Hopefully, the old man knew how to keep his mouth shut. Of course, with the amount he talked normally, that really shouldn't be a problem.
Hopefully.
Sliding into a chair, he crossed his arms, slumping down until he was comfortable. Then he simply stared at Musashi, unable to really come up with what to say right away.
Musashi eyed the bleach-blond delinquent in front of him. He was unusually shifty. "What is it?"
"I've kind of..." he trailed off, looking down at the ground. "I'vekindofgotaquestion."
"Then ask your question."
He sighed deeply, creating a long pause in the not-really-conversation. "It's...kind of about a girl," he said slowly. "And you're kind of...the only person I could think of to ask."
"Then you must be desperate." Musashi smirked and tilted his head, interested now. "What is it?"
"I don't have to tell you anything, you know," he snarled back. "And I...don't know why I'm even bothering to ask you, stupid old man."
"Yes, yes." He waved a hand. "Cut the male posturing and ask me if you're going to ask me."
"FINE." Juumonji scowled. This was obviously not going to be easy. But of course, he hadn't expected it to be. "You know that one chick that everybody's all pissed at? From Zokugaku? I sorta...you know..." He trailed off significantly, still carefully avoiding Musashi's eyes.
"No, I don't know."
He finally raised his head to give Musashi a flat, vaguely pissed glare. "I kind of like her, alright? So what do I do?" He drew his arms in, crossing them tighter in front of him, defensively.
"That depends on a lot of things. First of all, how much do you like her?"
"What, you mean I actually have to think about this shit?" A few seconds passed, as Juumonji weighed the events of the previous few days. Beating the shit out of him, Kuroki and Togano. Busting Kuroki's shoulder, too. Generally being a bitch. But... "I guess...a lot?"
"A lot. Then, the next question." Musashi shifted forward in his seat, "Do you want to be miserable?"
Juumonji simply blinked. "You mean, more than right now?"
"Yes. If you pursue this infatuation, you realize you're going after someone your friends dislike, your team captain might have to blackmail at some point; someone who actually is involved with another...and is on an opposite team. All these factors will make you miserable. Is she worth it?"
"M...aybe?" Juumonji answered slowly. "I guess...I don't know all that much about her yet, but..." He stood up quickly from his chair, knocking it over behind him. "I don't know. Just forget it."
"Don't be such a child. If you want to talk about it, I have no problem with it. I'm not judging you." Musashi grabbed his arm and kicked the chair back up, plunking him down.
"What if I don't want to talk about it anymore then?" he asked petulantly, slumping down in the chair again.
"Grow up. Now what did you intend to do about this?"
Juumonji rolled his eyes. "That's why I came here to ask you, dumbass."
"Do you want to pursue her or not?"
"I want to, but Kuroki's still pissed, and so is Togano, and then there's Hiruma..."
"Look, if you really want to..." Musashi considered. "I can handle Hiruma...but you'll have to rely on your friends' loyalty for the rest. And then there's Habashira."
"With time, they should be okay," he said slowly, shaking his head. Kuro had said that stuff earlier about it maybe working, but of course, she still had busted his shoulder up. But...he'd been asking for it, too... "And...Habashira just doesn't treat her right, you know? He's just a bastard to her!"
"What do you mean? Have you seen him doing anything?" Musashi's eyes clouded.
"Well, just the way he talks to her and shit. Calling her names and just..." He grunted, shaking his head. "He's just an ass, alright?"
"Then if you're really going to win this girl, you have to show her something different. You can't go swaggering up to her. I've read your interactions with her, you're an absolute idiot."
"What...exactly do you mean?" A feeling of dread grew in the pit of Juumonji's stomach.
"I mean you have to be a gentleman."
"I kinda got that. But what does that mean I have to do?"
"You take her out, treat her nice, listen to what she has to say, engage her in conversation, and maybe buy her things."
Juumonji sighed, but nodded a few times. "Yeah... Yeah, I guess I can do that. But...how do I get that far if she's kind of...hostile?"
"Maybe ask her online first? It's not as bad as it once was made to seem."
"Online? Like what, asking her in an e-mail or something?"
"Or by a post, perhaps. That way Habashira can see too, and the gauntlet is thrown down or what have you."
"Isn't that going to be a shitload of trouble though?"
"That's why I asked in the beginning if you were up to it. There will be trouble no matter how you go about this. You've picked a...troubling person."
"I'll do it then," Juumonji answered, a note of determination in his voice. "I mean...any way I do it, I'm gonna get screwed over, aren't I? So I might as well just get it done."
"Good attitude, I guess." Musashi smiled a little. "I might just adopt it myself one of these days. Now go do it, yeah?"
Juumonji stood up again, a serious frown on his face. He headed for the door of the clubhouse again, then turned quickly and his mouth quirked up in a small grin. "Uh...thanks."
Musashi grinned back and stood. "Good luck."