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Who: Hiyoshi and Fuji!
What: Dinner and discussion
Where: Hallway, then dining hall
Why: B/c Fuji's picking (up) brains (fanboys)
When: ...er. Recently enough.
Fuji was taking down notes, lining up matches and warm-ups to determine strengths and weaknesses within his team. It seemed a shame that Inui was on another team -- Fuji would've given anything for data he didn't have to take himself. The dinner bell rang, causing most of the practicing teams to scatter off into locker rooms and showers. Fuji's team was among them, washing their hands before supper and hurrying to get to the cafeteria. Fuji on the other hand lingered somewhat behind, following slowly, leaning forward and tapping one of his teammates on the shoulder. "Hiyoshi-san, isn't it?"
Practice had left Hiyoshi feeling sweaty and a little worn out. It was not as tough as some of Hyotei's practices, but with most of the day being spent on the court Hiyoshi was finding his stamina being put through a work out. His stamina being one of his weakest points though Hiyoshi was glad to push it. when the dinner bell rang Hiyoshi washed up and headed off with the rest of them, his stomach furtively growling. Hiyoshi looked over his shoulder at the tap. "...yeah." It should be stupid to be happy that Fuji knew his name, but with Kirihara and Echizen forgetting he existed it gave Hiyoshi a small thrill. "That's me Fuji-san." Maybe he should call Fuji 'buchou' or 'senpai'.
"Hmm." Fuji's smile curled a little. He walked forward a little, catching up to Hiyoshi's gait, sliding his hands in his pockets. "You're talented at singles, aren't you?" It was a question, but mostly a statement. The wheels were turning, going through the other teams and their players. Their team was a strange mix of talents. "I'm having difficulty with the line up -- I'd ask my vice-captain, but he seems to act somewhat strange around me." Fuji chuckled. "Would you mind being my Singles 3 player?"
Fuji's smile reminded Hiyoshi of one of those fox masks you wore at a festival. There was something about Fuji that seemed... not devious but... well, devious worked. Sneaky, but not in a bad way necessarily. "I noticed that. Wasn't Yagyuu-san going to decline?" Hiyoshi had seen a post on Yagyuu's journal about that. "And..." Hiyoshi blinked. "...sure, I could play singles 3." Hiyoshi's ears felt warm. He was also having trouble figuring out why he'd be singles three. Probably because the rest of the players were more suited to doubles. Those Fudomine and Rokkaku kids? Doubles players. Yagyuu was primarily a doubles player wasn't he? And Kabaji... Kabaji rarely played doubles. Now that Hiyoshi thought about it though Kabaji and Yagyuu's skills would mesh well. "You're playing singles one right Fuji-buchou?"
"Singles two, for the time being. I'm making Ryoma singles one." He nodded slowly, still formulating the equation in his mind. "If you would prefer to play doubles, I can put you there. I've seen you do passably in both." Despite the fact that he'd lost both the games Fuji had observed him in, it was easy to see that Hiyoshi was a strong, determined player. Fuji was worried about beating out any of the other teams nonetheless...they needed some strong singles players if they were going to get anywhere. "
"Hn." That made sense. Ryoma was the 'prince of tennis' or whatever stupid nickname his fangirls had come up with. "I prefer singles." Hiyoshi worked better with partners who would get fired up with him. He and Kabaji made a lousy combination, and Hiyoshi doubted anyone else would put up with him in singles.
"Good." Cheerful as could be, Fuji clapped a hand on Hiyoshi's back. "Don't let me down, hmm?" It was a little bit of an encouragement, but mostly a warning, Fuji's smile widening. "Are you going to get dinner now?"
"..." Definitly a fox, and not someone Hiyoshi wanted to cross particularly. "Ah.. yeah..." Hiyoshi was reminded that Fuji scared Kirihara. "With everyone else. Aren't you?" Wasn't there a rumor about Fuji existing off imbibing 'Inui Juice' and the fear of others?
"Hmm. I suppose so." Fuji would normally seek out some of his Seigaku companions, but it would be just as well to get acquainted with his new teammates. He followed Hiyoshi through the line and recieved his food, curious if Yuuta was working on food duty sometime...not so today, it seemed, so Fuji followed Hiyoshi back to a table, not quite asking if it was alright.
Hiyoshi sat down at a semi empty table, ignoring the talk coming from the other half of it. He could have chosen a completely empty table but the back of his neck was prickling. Generally this meant Hiyoshi was about to get drop kicked by his brother, or pounced on my Jirou. Since his brother was at home and Jirou was asleep somewhere Hiyoshi assumed it meant that his new captain was following him.
Creepy.
Fuji sat down at the table, only a few things on his own plate. The food was too bland at the camp for his tastes, and with Taka-san playing tennis the food was only subpar in comparison. Fuji took a bite happily, merely observing Hiyoshi. "So, you're captain of Hyotei this year, hm?"
"Nn..." Hiyoshi poked at his food before taking a bite. It tasted like typical camp food. Unlike what Shishido thought though it wasn't giving him indigestion. "Yeah." Hiyoshi stared at his plate, not looking up at Fuji.
"Sounds exciting. It must be difficult." Hiyoshi was rather amusing. Maybe a bit like Yuuta...a little more reserved though. Fuji leaned his head in his hands, watching the other.
Hiyoshi shrugged. "It's tennis." And mainly it was just frustrating. Hiyoshi shoveled the food into his mouth. It was bland, and boring, so there wasn't much use to wasting time on eating it. After a bit of silence from Fuji Hiyoshi glanced up through the fringe of his bangs to observe his captain. "..."
"Is everything alright?" Fuji leaned back just a bit, giving him some room, still not faltering in his stare. "You seem very tense for some reason." Fuji relaxed, taking a bit of his rice, not quite hungry in the slightest.
"..." Hiyoshi picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth. "I'm always tense." It came from a life time of expecting attacks from behind. Deciding that subtlety, what little Hiyoshi had, would be pointless with Fuji Hiyoshi decided to just say it. "You're weird."
"I prefer the term eccentric." Fuji pondered it. "But weird works, I suppose. Why would you say that?" His gaze broke off, eating rice peacefully, adding a bit more black pepper for taste.
“You just are." Hiyoshi didn't feel the need to defend himself, except from his defensive tone it was obvious that he did. "You smile too much." Anyone who smiled that much was obviously planning something.
"If you smile, the whole world smiles with you." Fuji merely spoke, taking another bite. "It's certainly better than frowning or sulking all the time." Life was too enjoyable to take seriously.
Fuji didn't know him well enough for that to be a cheap shot, but Hiyoshi felt the sting none-the-less. "People seem to agree with me more than you." At least, the wide berth most of the people from crappy teams gave Fuji suggested that they agreed with Hiyoshi. Wait, did that make Hiyoshi a crappy player?
"Probably." Fuji hummed lightly, crossing his legs, deciding that he really wasn't terribly hungry after all. "I wouldn't be surprised." He leaned back with grin, waiting for the dinner hour to be over with. At least Hiyoshi made for somewhat entertaining conversation. ...If you could call it that.
"Hmph." Hiyoshi finished up his plate and stared at it mournfully. He was still a little hungry, though he was fuller than he had been before dinner started. Maybe that was his growth spurt finally beginning to plague him. "Nothing really seems to surprise you." Hiyoshi glanced at Fuji's untouched dinner before moving his gaze to Fuji's eyes.
"I am a rather difficult person to surprise." Fuji paused for a moment before handing over his rice, not at all caring. "Careful, it's got a bit of pepper in it. ^_^"
"That's yours." Hiyoshi was so not taking anyone else's food. He wasn't that hungry. "And you need to eat." Fuji looked a little skinny, kind of like a girl, he probably needed to eat more than Hiyoshi did.
"I'm not hungry." Fuji insisted. "And you are. Wouldn't want to let it go to waste, would you?" After all, the cooks had worked hard, he was sure.
"..." Hiyoshi stared at Fuji a little longer to be sure he wasn't lying. Then he took the plate from Fuji and began to eat the rice. It wasn't actually spicy at all, a little... okay, a lot of pepper at some points, but nothing that Hiyoshi couldn't eat.
Fuji took the empty bowls to return them, happy to sit in a nice clean area. The boys across the way were chattering about something rather uninteresting, Fuji losing interest in it quickly. "Hm. If you'd like, I can leave you alone." He smiled softly, not at all insincere.
Hiyoshi shrugged. He hadn't returned to his room to get his book, so there was nothing to do but stare off into space or leave the cafeteria. "I don't care."
"Well, then." Fuji traced circles in the table, "I'll see you at practice nice and early, then. I might play around a bit more with the line-up, but we'll see, alright?"
Hiyoshi grunted again before pausing. "You play doubles too don't you Fuji-buchou?" Hiyoshi wasn't sure when the first tournaments were going to be coming up, or who they were going to be against. "If we just need three wins we can attack where the enemy is weakest." Group two was filled with power players, but Hiyoshi really doubted their doubles teams. Group one would probably be troublesome, but depending on where they put that Data guy from Seigaku and Atobe... Atobe'd be singles one of course.
"Hmm." Fuji pondered it. "That's always an idea. And Kabaji would go nicely in singles as well." He filed the thought away. "Good thinking."
Hiyoshi's ears were doing that burning thing again. Damn, he thought only Ohtori could cause that. "No trouble." Hiyoshi looked away from Fuji to look around the room. "You saw Kabaji's match against Tezuka. He's decent at singles." Though Hiyoshi hated his copying tactics, they were a bitch to beat.
"Mm, he is. Really, the only one's I'm somewhat worried about are Mori-san and Itsuki-san -- they're both doubles players, but their play styles don't coincide well at all. So it's a matter of finding a good balance with them." Fuji thought aloud, balancing it out in his head. "But I know I could play decently with Ittchan. And...we can hope that Yagyuu could play with Mori. Hm."
"They're really..." Hiyoshi tried to figure out a word to describe the two, "submissive?" Neither Mori or Itsuki seemed like the type to make up a plan and take the attack. "Yagyuu-san would have to take point." Hiyoshi thought about it. "He could probably do it, if Mori didn't yeild too much of the court to him."
"We'll have to put everything in together and see. For all my surprise, Mori and Itsuki would do well as a doubles team...But, if it comes down to it, I don't mind playing doubles." He smiled brightly. "I'm certain we'll do well no matter what."
Fuji was really laid back. It didn't make Hiyoshi too uneasy though. Given the lose nature of this camp it was nice to be working under someone who could go with the flow. "You'd know best, Fuji-buchou."
Ha. He rather liked hearing that after all. Fuji just smiled and leaned in his hand again, humming. "I'm not sure if Yagyuu-san plans to follow through with being fukubuchou..." It was somewhat disconcerting. The other really didn't seem comfortable working in a leadership position under him.
Hiyoshi smirked. "Then Echizen gets the appointment." Hiyoshi felt a small flare of vindictive glee at that. "He got a vote after all." Having Echizen be vice-captain under Fuji would be so much more entertaining than having Echizen be captain. Unless they were going to let Yagyuu or Fuji appoint a replacement captain.
"Is that the way it falls, then?" Fuji felt a tad bit entertained by that. He had a feeling they wouldn't work too awful together. At least, not as bad as it could have been.
"Eh?" Hiyoshi shrugged. "I don't know. I guess." This camp confused him enough. Who had ever heard of voting for your captain? It was weird.
"Hmm." Fuji stroked his chin absently, smile never faltering. "Maybe a re-vote...? But I suppose Echizen wouldn't make...a terrible vice-captain, would he?" It would be interesting to see how they'd mesh.
"I guess we could ask for a revote." Hiyoshi stifled the urge to ask if Fuji needed a goatee, like one of those bad western villians. Hiyoshi wasn't sure Fuji would look good with any sort of facial hair, it would ruin the balance. "I don't know. Maybe not." Hiyoshi was hoping Echizen was horrible, but only because he was looking forward to Echizen suffering.
"I wonder who voted for him." Fuji leaned back with a tad bit of a grin, glancing around the cafeteria. "I'm sure he'll do better than Yagyuu would." Fuji had always been a slight bit uncomfortable around Yagyuu anyhow. For some reason, hitting his best friend unconcscious with a tennis ball seemed to just tear a friendship apart.
Hiyoshi frowned. He was so not admitting he'd voted for Echizen because he didn't care who won. "Yagyuu-san seems profficient enough." Quiet, and dedicated, though Hiyoshi never trusted someone who wore glasses. What was wrong with contacts? Glasses ruined your peripheral vision, which sucked when you played tennis.
"He does. But it'd be terrible having someone who didn't enjoy their position, wouldn't it?" He smiled brightly, odd for his words. "I'd almost expect a mutiny."
"..." Hiyoshi wondered who would be stupid enough to mutiny against Fuji. "Wouldn't you court martial them then?" Hiyoshi imagined Fuji was the type of captain who would toss you right off the boat if something went wrong.
"I could." Fuji smiled brightly, leaning on his hand. "But then again, I imagine it'd be better for the team if we avoid it."
"Nnn." Hiyoshi scowled. "Echizen's not going to want the job more than Yagyuu-san." Despite the brilliant tennis Echizen was lazy, he never woke up on time, he was a glutton, and he could not be bothered to remember the names of half the people at camp. It made Hiyoshi want to slam him into a wall.
"He might not, you're right." Fuji knew Ryoma well enough to know he probably wouldn't make much of a vice-captain as much as Yagyuu would. It seemed sort of a stuck situation. "Perhaps...I'll just have another revote." He sighed. It seemed like the only option.
Hiyoshi screwed up his face. "We fail at democracy."
"We do." Fuji laughed. "Perhaps I should just take control as a dictator." He smiled brightly. "I don't necessarily need a vice captain, do I?"
Hiyoshi shrugged and prepared to stand. "Atobe never did, and you're at least as good as he is." Hiyoshi was pretty sure Fuji would never need flashy theatrics, and would never have the ego Atobe did. Fuji seemed confident in his skills, without the need for display that Hiyoshi considered a fault in Atobe, but Fuji's strength had something else to it as well. Hiyoshi couldn't call it weakness, and he was not sure what it was yet. He was sure he'd find out.
"Hmm." He felt nearly flattered -- Atobe was a brilliant player, and despite the egocentricity that followed him, Fuji felt that at least some of it was well deserved. The tensai chuckled lightly. "It's an idea."
Hiyoshi stood. He bowed his head forward to Fuji. "I will see you at practice tomorrow Fuji-buchou."
"See you then." Fuji grinned, allowing the other to leave.
What: Dinner and discussion
Where: Hallway, then dining hall
Why: B/c Fuji's picking (up) brains (fanboys)
When: ...er. Recently enough.
Fuji was taking down notes, lining up matches and warm-ups to determine strengths and weaknesses within his team. It seemed a shame that Inui was on another team -- Fuji would've given anything for data he didn't have to take himself. The dinner bell rang, causing most of the practicing teams to scatter off into locker rooms and showers. Fuji's team was among them, washing their hands before supper and hurrying to get to the cafeteria. Fuji on the other hand lingered somewhat behind, following slowly, leaning forward and tapping one of his teammates on the shoulder. "Hiyoshi-san, isn't it?"
Practice had left Hiyoshi feeling sweaty and a little worn out. It was not as tough as some of Hyotei's practices, but with most of the day being spent on the court Hiyoshi was finding his stamina being put through a work out. His stamina being one of his weakest points though Hiyoshi was glad to push it. when the dinner bell rang Hiyoshi washed up and headed off with the rest of them, his stomach furtively growling. Hiyoshi looked over his shoulder at the tap. "...yeah." It should be stupid to be happy that Fuji knew his name, but with Kirihara and Echizen forgetting he existed it gave Hiyoshi a small thrill. "That's me Fuji-san." Maybe he should call Fuji 'buchou' or 'senpai'.
"Hmm." Fuji's smile curled a little. He walked forward a little, catching up to Hiyoshi's gait, sliding his hands in his pockets. "You're talented at singles, aren't you?" It was a question, but mostly a statement. The wheels were turning, going through the other teams and their players. Their team was a strange mix of talents. "I'm having difficulty with the line up -- I'd ask my vice-captain, but he seems to act somewhat strange around me." Fuji chuckled. "Would you mind being my Singles 3 player?"
Fuji's smile reminded Hiyoshi of one of those fox masks you wore at a festival. There was something about Fuji that seemed... not devious but... well, devious worked. Sneaky, but not in a bad way necessarily. "I noticed that. Wasn't Yagyuu-san going to decline?" Hiyoshi had seen a post on Yagyuu's journal about that. "And..." Hiyoshi blinked. "...sure, I could play singles 3." Hiyoshi's ears felt warm. He was also having trouble figuring out why he'd be singles three. Probably because the rest of the players were more suited to doubles. Those Fudomine and Rokkaku kids? Doubles players. Yagyuu was primarily a doubles player wasn't he? And Kabaji... Kabaji rarely played doubles. Now that Hiyoshi thought about it though Kabaji and Yagyuu's skills would mesh well. "You're playing singles one right Fuji-buchou?"
"Singles two, for the time being. I'm making Ryoma singles one." He nodded slowly, still formulating the equation in his mind. "If you would prefer to play doubles, I can put you there. I've seen you do passably in both." Despite the fact that he'd lost both the games Fuji had observed him in, it was easy to see that Hiyoshi was a strong, determined player. Fuji was worried about beating out any of the other teams nonetheless...they needed some strong singles players if they were going to get anywhere. "
"Hn." That made sense. Ryoma was the 'prince of tennis' or whatever stupid nickname his fangirls had come up with. "I prefer singles." Hiyoshi worked better with partners who would get fired up with him. He and Kabaji made a lousy combination, and Hiyoshi doubted anyone else would put up with him in singles.
"Good." Cheerful as could be, Fuji clapped a hand on Hiyoshi's back. "Don't let me down, hmm?" It was a little bit of an encouragement, but mostly a warning, Fuji's smile widening. "Are you going to get dinner now?"
"..." Definitly a fox, and not someone Hiyoshi wanted to cross particularly. "Ah.. yeah..." Hiyoshi was reminded that Fuji scared Kirihara. "With everyone else. Aren't you?" Wasn't there a rumor about Fuji existing off imbibing 'Inui Juice' and the fear of others?
"Hmm. I suppose so." Fuji would normally seek out some of his Seigaku companions, but it would be just as well to get acquainted with his new teammates. He followed Hiyoshi through the line and recieved his food, curious if Yuuta was working on food duty sometime...not so today, it seemed, so Fuji followed Hiyoshi back to a table, not quite asking if it was alright.
Hiyoshi sat down at a semi empty table, ignoring the talk coming from the other half of it. He could have chosen a completely empty table but the back of his neck was prickling. Generally this meant Hiyoshi was about to get drop kicked by his brother, or pounced on my Jirou. Since his brother was at home and Jirou was asleep somewhere Hiyoshi assumed it meant that his new captain was following him.
Creepy.
Fuji sat down at the table, only a few things on his own plate. The food was too bland at the camp for his tastes, and with Taka-san playing tennis the food was only subpar in comparison. Fuji took a bite happily, merely observing Hiyoshi. "So, you're captain of Hyotei this year, hm?"
"Nn..." Hiyoshi poked at his food before taking a bite. It tasted like typical camp food. Unlike what Shishido thought though it wasn't giving him indigestion. "Yeah." Hiyoshi stared at his plate, not looking up at Fuji.
"Sounds exciting. It must be difficult." Hiyoshi was rather amusing. Maybe a bit like Yuuta...a little more reserved though. Fuji leaned his head in his hands, watching the other.
Hiyoshi shrugged. "It's tennis." And mainly it was just frustrating. Hiyoshi shoveled the food into his mouth. It was bland, and boring, so there wasn't much use to wasting time on eating it. After a bit of silence from Fuji Hiyoshi glanced up through the fringe of his bangs to observe his captain. "..."
"Is everything alright?" Fuji leaned back just a bit, giving him some room, still not faltering in his stare. "You seem very tense for some reason." Fuji relaxed, taking a bit of his rice, not quite hungry in the slightest.
"..." Hiyoshi picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth. "I'm always tense." It came from a life time of expecting attacks from behind. Deciding that subtlety, what little Hiyoshi had, would be pointless with Fuji Hiyoshi decided to just say it. "You're weird."
"I prefer the term eccentric." Fuji pondered it. "But weird works, I suppose. Why would you say that?" His gaze broke off, eating rice peacefully, adding a bit more black pepper for taste.
“You just are." Hiyoshi didn't feel the need to defend himself, except from his defensive tone it was obvious that he did. "You smile too much." Anyone who smiled that much was obviously planning something.
"If you smile, the whole world smiles with you." Fuji merely spoke, taking another bite. "It's certainly better than frowning or sulking all the time." Life was too enjoyable to take seriously.
Fuji didn't know him well enough for that to be a cheap shot, but Hiyoshi felt the sting none-the-less. "People seem to agree with me more than you." At least, the wide berth most of the people from crappy teams gave Fuji suggested that they agreed with Hiyoshi. Wait, did that make Hiyoshi a crappy player?
"Probably." Fuji hummed lightly, crossing his legs, deciding that he really wasn't terribly hungry after all. "I wouldn't be surprised." He leaned back with grin, waiting for the dinner hour to be over with. At least Hiyoshi made for somewhat entertaining conversation. ...If you could call it that.
"Hmph." Hiyoshi finished up his plate and stared at it mournfully. He was still a little hungry, though he was fuller than he had been before dinner started. Maybe that was his growth spurt finally beginning to plague him. "Nothing really seems to surprise you." Hiyoshi glanced at Fuji's untouched dinner before moving his gaze to Fuji's eyes.
"I am a rather difficult person to surprise." Fuji paused for a moment before handing over his rice, not at all caring. "Careful, it's got a bit of pepper in it. ^_^"
"That's yours." Hiyoshi was so not taking anyone else's food. He wasn't that hungry. "And you need to eat." Fuji looked a little skinny, kind of like a girl, he probably needed to eat more than Hiyoshi did.
"I'm not hungry." Fuji insisted. "And you are. Wouldn't want to let it go to waste, would you?" After all, the cooks had worked hard, he was sure.
"..." Hiyoshi stared at Fuji a little longer to be sure he wasn't lying. Then he took the plate from Fuji and began to eat the rice. It wasn't actually spicy at all, a little... okay, a lot of pepper at some points, but nothing that Hiyoshi couldn't eat.
Fuji took the empty bowls to return them, happy to sit in a nice clean area. The boys across the way were chattering about something rather uninteresting, Fuji losing interest in it quickly. "Hm. If you'd like, I can leave you alone." He smiled softly, not at all insincere.
Hiyoshi shrugged. He hadn't returned to his room to get his book, so there was nothing to do but stare off into space or leave the cafeteria. "I don't care."
"Well, then." Fuji traced circles in the table, "I'll see you at practice nice and early, then. I might play around a bit more with the line-up, but we'll see, alright?"
Hiyoshi grunted again before pausing. "You play doubles too don't you Fuji-buchou?" Hiyoshi wasn't sure when the first tournaments were going to be coming up, or who they were going to be against. "If we just need three wins we can attack where the enemy is weakest." Group two was filled with power players, but Hiyoshi really doubted their doubles teams. Group one would probably be troublesome, but depending on where they put that Data guy from Seigaku and Atobe... Atobe'd be singles one of course.
"Hmm." Fuji pondered it. "That's always an idea. And Kabaji would go nicely in singles as well." He filed the thought away. "Good thinking."
Hiyoshi's ears were doing that burning thing again. Damn, he thought only Ohtori could cause that. "No trouble." Hiyoshi looked away from Fuji to look around the room. "You saw Kabaji's match against Tezuka. He's decent at singles." Though Hiyoshi hated his copying tactics, they were a bitch to beat.
"Mm, he is. Really, the only one's I'm somewhat worried about are Mori-san and Itsuki-san -- they're both doubles players, but their play styles don't coincide well at all. So it's a matter of finding a good balance with them." Fuji thought aloud, balancing it out in his head. "But I know I could play decently with Ittchan. And...we can hope that Yagyuu could play with Mori. Hm."
"They're really..." Hiyoshi tried to figure out a word to describe the two, "submissive?" Neither Mori or Itsuki seemed like the type to make up a plan and take the attack. "Yagyuu-san would have to take point." Hiyoshi thought about it. "He could probably do it, if Mori didn't yeild too much of the court to him."
"We'll have to put everything in together and see. For all my surprise, Mori and Itsuki would do well as a doubles team...But, if it comes down to it, I don't mind playing doubles." He smiled brightly. "I'm certain we'll do well no matter what."
Fuji was really laid back. It didn't make Hiyoshi too uneasy though. Given the lose nature of this camp it was nice to be working under someone who could go with the flow. "You'd know best, Fuji-buchou."
Ha. He rather liked hearing that after all. Fuji just smiled and leaned in his hand again, humming. "I'm not sure if Yagyuu-san plans to follow through with being fukubuchou..." It was somewhat disconcerting. The other really didn't seem comfortable working in a leadership position under him.
Hiyoshi smirked. "Then Echizen gets the appointment." Hiyoshi felt a small flare of vindictive glee at that. "He got a vote after all." Having Echizen be vice-captain under Fuji would be so much more entertaining than having Echizen be captain. Unless they were going to let Yagyuu or Fuji appoint a replacement captain.
"Is that the way it falls, then?" Fuji felt a tad bit entertained by that. He had a feeling they wouldn't work too awful together. At least, not as bad as it could have been.
"Eh?" Hiyoshi shrugged. "I don't know. I guess." This camp confused him enough. Who had ever heard of voting for your captain? It was weird.
"Hmm." Fuji stroked his chin absently, smile never faltering. "Maybe a re-vote...? But I suppose Echizen wouldn't make...a terrible vice-captain, would he?" It would be interesting to see how they'd mesh.
"I guess we could ask for a revote." Hiyoshi stifled the urge to ask if Fuji needed a goatee, like one of those bad western villians. Hiyoshi wasn't sure Fuji would look good with any sort of facial hair, it would ruin the balance. "I don't know. Maybe not." Hiyoshi was hoping Echizen was horrible, but only because he was looking forward to Echizen suffering.
"I wonder who voted for him." Fuji leaned back with a tad bit of a grin, glancing around the cafeteria. "I'm sure he'll do better than Yagyuu would." Fuji had always been a slight bit uncomfortable around Yagyuu anyhow. For some reason, hitting his best friend unconcscious with a tennis ball seemed to just tear a friendship apart.
Hiyoshi frowned. He was so not admitting he'd voted for Echizen because he didn't care who won. "Yagyuu-san seems profficient enough." Quiet, and dedicated, though Hiyoshi never trusted someone who wore glasses. What was wrong with contacts? Glasses ruined your peripheral vision, which sucked when you played tennis.
"He does. But it'd be terrible having someone who didn't enjoy their position, wouldn't it?" He smiled brightly, odd for his words. "I'd almost expect a mutiny."
"..." Hiyoshi wondered who would be stupid enough to mutiny against Fuji. "Wouldn't you court martial them then?" Hiyoshi imagined Fuji was the type of captain who would toss you right off the boat if something went wrong.
"I could." Fuji smiled brightly, leaning on his hand. "But then again, I imagine it'd be better for the team if we avoid it."
"Nnn." Hiyoshi scowled. "Echizen's not going to want the job more than Yagyuu-san." Despite the brilliant tennis Echizen was lazy, he never woke up on time, he was a glutton, and he could not be bothered to remember the names of half the people at camp. It made Hiyoshi want to slam him into a wall.
"He might not, you're right." Fuji knew Ryoma well enough to know he probably wouldn't make much of a vice-captain as much as Yagyuu would. It seemed sort of a stuck situation. "Perhaps...I'll just have another revote." He sighed. It seemed like the only option.
Hiyoshi screwed up his face. "We fail at democracy."
"We do." Fuji laughed. "Perhaps I should just take control as a dictator." He smiled brightly. "I don't necessarily need a vice captain, do I?"
Hiyoshi shrugged and prepared to stand. "Atobe never did, and you're at least as good as he is." Hiyoshi was pretty sure Fuji would never need flashy theatrics, and would never have the ego Atobe did. Fuji seemed confident in his skills, without the need for display that Hiyoshi considered a fault in Atobe, but Fuji's strength had something else to it as well. Hiyoshi couldn't call it weakness, and he was not sure what it was yet. He was sure he'd find out.
"Hmm." He felt nearly flattered -- Atobe was a brilliant player, and despite the egocentricity that followed him, Fuji felt that at least some of it was well deserved. The tensai chuckled lightly. "It's an idea."
Hiyoshi stood. He bowed his head forward to Fuji. "I will see you at practice tomorrow Fuji-buchou."
"See you then." Fuji grinned, allowing the other to leave.