uh...
The US Open was amazing. I'll put up pictures later. Or tomorrow. Or something. But in the meanwhile:
People Who Want To Kill Me
1) Niou-senpai
2) Yagyuu-senpai
3) Sanada-fukubuchou
4) Yanagi-senpai ;__;
I'm just waiting for Yukimura-buchou and Jackal-senpai to hear. Stuff.
...Sanada-san has a sword.
I'm so screwed.
;__;
Buuuuut as long as I'm gonna be killed anyway, here's fanfic. :D
Title: The Haircut Fic (Or: Why Sanada-san Wears A Hat)
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Yanagi-senpai, Sanada-san, and a little bit of Yukimura-buchou.
Rating: ...G? I guess...
Notes: This is a True Story. No, really, it is! I swear!
It was only the first week - the first week! - of junior high, and already Nakano-sensei had mixed Genichirou up with that nerdy-looking new kid with the bad haircut. Genichirou couldn't even see why he'd do such a thing. How hard was it to remember that he, Sanada Genichirou, was the one who opened his eyes, while that thing, Yanagi Renji, was the one who probably ran into walls all the time?
"Okay, Yana - no, Sanada-san - no. Er. Sorry. Yanagi-san. Please read the next passage," Nakano-sensei said nervously from the front of the classroom, watching the boy in question uncertainly.
Genichirou grit his teeth and stood.
Very hard, apparently.
Renji inwardly sighed. He'd known that letting his mother talk him into getting a haircut was a foolish thing to do. Sure, it was a lot like severing himself from the past and Tokyo and - well. Other things he didn't particularly want to think of. But a bowl cut? Quite obviously, it was not one of his best choices.
He'd felt slightly better after he'd arrived in homeroom to find that another boy had a nearly identical haircut, but that was before everyone began to mix them up. It was offending, really. They didn't look anything alike!
"Okay, Yana - no, Sanada-san - no. Er. Sorry. Yanagi-san. Please read the next passage," Nakano-sensei said nervously from the front of the classroom. Yanagi remained seated and glanced at that Sanada boy across the room. He looked annoyed, to say the least.
"My name," he said clearly, in a voice that would strike fear into even Ichi the Killer's heart, "is Sanada Genichirou."
Something, Renji realized, had to be done.
The plan, which Renji very concisely entitled "The Plan", went into motion at exactly 1201 hours and forty seconds. The bell (twenty seconds late, he mentally noted for future reference) had just rung, and lunch was starting. Very casually he made his way over to the boy named Sanada, plopped down into the seat beside him, and began.
"Sanada Genichirou, correct?"
The other boy grunted an assent.
"My name is - "
"Yanagi. I know."
Renji bit his tongue.
"Yes. Do you mind if I sit here for lunch?"
Sanada seemed to be struggling with something, yet in the end, he only grunted again.
A yes, apparently. Renji opened his lunch and began to pick through it.
"Do you like - " he began calmly, meaning to be friendly and offer to share some of his food, but that seemed to be Sanada’s breaking point.
"Get a haircut!" the other boy hissed angrily, glaring. "It's all your fault they mix us up!"
For a moment, Renji only stared at Sanada. This was not in the script, and definitely not part of The Plan. In different situations, he might've improvised, but this? No. His temper got the better of him.
"It is not! It's yours!" he retorted, completely and utterly incensed.
"Is not! I've had this haircut for years!"
To which Renji could only reply, "I - My mother cut it this way!" and picked up his lunch and tramped back to his seat before the haircut-stealer could say another word.
Genichirou could handle being mixed up with That Thing (he couldn’t even bring himself to think the name anymore!) during class.
He could handle their classmates resorting to calling them "Sanagi" and "Yanada" when pressed to actually name them.
He could even handle their senpai from the tennis club (Why of all clubs did they have to choose the same one? Why??) bossing them around using the wrong names.
What he could not handle was the day that one of the other first years from a different class approached him and The Thing after they'd just finished playing a particularly vicious match while their senpai were away.
His name was Yukimura, Genichirou remembered, but couldn’t quite think or say anything else. Just - Yukimura. And The Thing must have felt the same way, because for once, he didn’t open his annoying mouth.
"I've been watching your match," Yukimura said. (Angels sang. Neither Yanagi nor Sanada said a word.) "You're both pretty good players. I hope to have matches with you both soon, Yanagi, Sanada," nodding to both of them in turn.
And that was the moment when two hearts cracked.
He'd called them by the wrong names.
"I told you to get a haircut!" Genichirou hissed at Renji the instant he stepped into the classroom the next day. "I told you! I don't want him mixing us up anymore!"
Renji sucked in a deep breath.
"You get a haircut."
"It’s my style."
"Is not!"
"Don't argue with me!"
"Don't be bossy! No one likes bossy people, especially not Yukimura-kun."
Genichirou sputtered. "You don't know that!" he exclaimed, and immediately felt foolish. "Look - Just - Just get a haircut!"
Renji quashed the urge to stick out his tongue, instead settling for walking away without another word.
"Get a haircut!"
"No!"
"Get a -- "
"No!"
"Damn it, Yanagi, just get a -- "
"Kindly shut up, you -- "
"Not until you get a -- "
"No!"
It came to Renji in a dream.
The Perfect Plan.
"Here."
Genichirou looked from Renji to the mysterious object that he'd held out, then back at Renji.
"What's that supposed to be?" he asked, crossing his arms and scowling.
Renji resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"It's a hat, obviously."
"So?"
"So wear it."
Genichirou scowled deeper. "Why?"
Renji gave a dramatic, exasperated sigh. "You were the one who complained about being mixed up."
If possible, Genichirou scowled even deeper. "Why do I have to wear the hat? You came up with this stupid idea."
"My haircut's newer. You should wear it."
"No, that's why you should wear it."
Renji took a deep breath and pulled out his trump card.
"I can't see with hats on."
Genichirou opened his mouth, then snapped it shut.
"Fine," he muttered, grabbing the black baseball cap out of Renji's hands and jamming it onto his head.
And that was why, from then on, Sanada Genichirou wore a hat.
And they were never mistaken for each other again.
(Well, that, and Nakano-sensei finally memorized the seating charts.)
Now give me thumbs! It's the least I deserve before I die...
People Who Want To Kill Me
1) Niou-senpai
2) Yagyuu-senpai
3) Sanada-fukubuchou
4) Yanagi-senpai ;__;
I'm just waiting for Yukimura-buchou and Jackal-senpai to hear. Stuff.
...Sanada-san has a sword.
I'm so screwed.
;__;
Buuuuut as long as I'm gonna be killed anyway, here's fanfic. :D
Title: The Haircut Fic (Or: Why Sanada-san Wears A Hat)
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Yanagi-senpai, Sanada-san, and a little bit of Yukimura-buchou.
Rating: ...G? I guess...
Notes: This is a True Story. No, really, it is! I swear!
It was only the first week - the first week! - of junior high, and already Nakano-sensei had mixed Genichirou up with that nerdy-looking new kid with the bad haircut. Genichirou couldn't even see why he'd do such a thing. How hard was it to remember that he, Sanada Genichirou, was the one who opened his eyes, while that thing, Yanagi Renji, was the one who probably ran into walls all the time?
"Okay, Yana - no, Sanada-san - no. Er. Sorry. Yanagi-san. Please read the next passage," Nakano-sensei said nervously from the front of the classroom, watching the boy in question uncertainly.
Genichirou grit his teeth and stood.
Very hard, apparently.
Renji inwardly sighed. He'd known that letting his mother talk him into getting a haircut was a foolish thing to do. Sure, it was a lot like severing himself from the past and Tokyo and - well. Other things he didn't particularly want to think of. But a bowl cut? Quite obviously, it was not one of his best choices.
He'd felt slightly better after he'd arrived in homeroom to find that another boy had a nearly identical haircut, but that was before everyone began to mix them up. It was offending, really. They didn't look anything alike!
"Okay, Yana - no, Sanada-san - no. Er. Sorry. Yanagi-san. Please read the next passage," Nakano-sensei said nervously from the front of the classroom. Yanagi remained seated and glanced at that Sanada boy across the room. He looked annoyed, to say the least.
"My name," he said clearly, in a voice that would strike fear into even Ichi the Killer's heart, "is Sanada Genichirou."
Something, Renji realized, had to be done.
The plan, which Renji very concisely entitled "The Plan", went into motion at exactly 1201 hours and forty seconds. The bell (twenty seconds late, he mentally noted for future reference) had just rung, and lunch was starting. Very casually he made his way over to the boy named Sanada, plopped down into the seat beside him, and began.
"Sanada Genichirou, correct?"
The other boy grunted an assent.
"My name is - "
"Yanagi. I know."
Renji bit his tongue.
"Yes. Do you mind if I sit here for lunch?"
Sanada seemed to be struggling with something, yet in the end, he only grunted again.
A yes, apparently. Renji opened his lunch and began to pick through it.
"Do you like - " he began calmly, meaning to be friendly and offer to share some of his food, but that seemed to be Sanada’s breaking point.
"Get a haircut!" the other boy hissed angrily, glaring. "It's all your fault they mix us up!"
For a moment, Renji only stared at Sanada. This was not in the script, and definitely not part of The Plan. In different situations, he might've improvised, but this? No. His temper got the better of him.
"It is not! It's yours!" he retorted, completely and utterly incensed.
"Is not! I've had this haircut for years!"
To which Renji could only reply, "I - My mother cut it this way!" and picked up his lunch and tramped back to his seat before the haircut-stealer could say another word.
Genichirou could handle being mixed up with That Thing (he couldn’t even bring himself to think the name anymore!) during class.
He could handle their classmates resorting to calling them "Sanagi" and "Yanada" when pressed to actually name them.
He could even handle their senpai from the tennis club (Why of all clubs did they have to choose the same one? Why??) bossing them around using the wrong names.
What he could not handle was the day that one of the other first years from a different class approached him and The Thing after they'd just finished playing a particularly vicious match while their senpai were away.
His name was Yukimura, Genichirou remembered, but couldn’t quite think or say anything else. Just - Yukimura. And The Thing must have felt the same way, because for once, he didn’t open his annoying mouth.
"I've been watching your match," Yukimura said. (Angels sang. Neither Yanagi nor Sanada said a word.) "You're both pretty good players. I hope to have matches with you both soon, Yanagi, Sanada," nodding to both of them in turn.
And that was the moment when two hearts cracked.
He'd called them by the wrong names.
"I told you to get a haircut!" Genichirou hissed at Renji the instant he stepped into the classroom the next day. "I told you! I don't want him mixing us up anymore!"
Renji sucked in a deep breath.
"You get a haircut."
"It’s my style."
"Is not!"
"Don't argue with me!"
"Don't be bossy! No one likes bossy people, especially not Yukimura-kun."
Genichirou sputtered. "You don't know that!" he exclaimed, and immediately felt foolish. "Look - Just - Just get a haircut!"
Renji quashed the urge to stick out his tongue, instead settling for walking away without another word.
"Get a haircut!"
"No!"
"Get a -- "
"No!"
"Damn it, Yanagi, just get a -- "
"Kindly shut up, you -- "
"Not until you get a -- "
"No!"
It came to Renji in a dream.
The Perfect Plan.
"Here."
Genichirou looked from Renji to the mysterious object that he'd held out, then back at Renji.
"What's that supposed to be?" he asked, crossing his arms and scowling.
Renji resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"It's a hat, obviously."
"So?"
"So wear it."
Genichirou scowled deeper. "Why?"
Renji gave a dramatic, exasperated sigh. "You were the one who complained about being mixed up."
If possible, Genichirou scowled even deeper. "Why do I have to wear the hat? You came up with this stupid idea."
"My haircut's newer. You should wear it."
"No, that's why you should wear it."
Renji took a deep breath and pulled out his trump card.
"I can't see with hats on."
Genichirou opened his mouth, then snapped it shut.
"Fine," he muttered, grabbing the black baseball cap out of Renji's hands and jamming it onto his head.
And that was why, from then on, Sanada Genichirou wore a hat.
And they were never mistaken for each other again.
(Well, that, and Nakano-sensei finally memorized the seating charts.)
Now give me thumbs! It's the least I deserve before I die...