rp log: Kirihara, Yukimura, & Sanada
Rating: PG
When: A couple weeks ago
Where: Kirihara's cabin.
Summary: Kirihara has a death wish.
Damn kouhai. Sanada closed his laptop and set it aside. Even though he wouldn't readily admit it, he held a soft spot for Kirihara. That seemed to be a trend among the former third years with their ace. It didn't extend to annoying first years that looked like girls.
Grabbing his katana, machete, and the family rock, he made his way out of the empty cabin and toward where Kirihara said he would be. With Yukimura. Sanada frowned, knowing he would have to keep up the act of them being apart. That was annoying, but it had taken care of -- for the most part -- a pain in the ass diva. In the end, it was worth it. At least, he hoped so.
He doubted Yukimura would be in his cabin or Kirihara's, but it was worth checking out anyway. As long as their kouhai wasn't in the treehouse, he wouldn't get upset. Much.
Once Yukimura had deduced that his fukubuchou and his successor were butting heads, Yukimura made his way over to Akaya's cabin. Siding with his baby would certainly make things interesting, and the former captain had to admit that he was more than curious to see what would happen.
"Akaya," he called out, noting the wild-haired teen sitting at his computer. He dropped behind him without a thought and rested his chin on his shoulder. "You're in trouble."
Kirihara had been bent over his computer, debating if Sanada really would come after him when Yukimura had slipped into his cabin unnoticed. Rikkai's demon was too busy sorting out his odds to hear the creak of the makeshift cabin door.
Kirihara was just about to deem himself too valuable to the future of Rikkai to kill with either rock or sword when Yukimura slipped in behind him and scared him out of his skin. His body jolted forward, pulling a curse from his lips as he just about threw his laptop across the room.
"YOU CAN'T KILL ME! I HAVEN'T WON NATIONALS YET!!!" Green eyes squinted shut in anticipation of a blow that never came.
Chuckling, Yukimura tilted Kirihara's cheek so that he could look behind him. Paranoia was truly an amazing thing. "Akaya," he teased, still laughing. "Open your eyes. Do I sound like Sanada?"
"I wasn't scared!" Kirihara immediately snapped to attention and pulled away from the fingers that pushed into his cheek. His cheeks were flushed from his outburst, the last person he wanted to think that he was a coward was Yukimura, and maybe Hiyoshi. "Hey don't laugh!" The pout was already present on Kirihara's lips as he turned to face Yukimura.
"It's hard not to," Yukimura quipped. He pushed Kirihara's nose with his finger before letting go and pulling away. "You were terrified." A brief pause as he mused over why exactly Akaya was terrified. "As long as you are only terrified of Genichirou, I suppose it is acceptable to have one fear."
"I'm not afraid of that guy!" Kirihara pushed Yukimura's finger aside with a small flush on his cheeks. He caught onto the look Yukimura was giving him and crossed his arms tightly over his chest. "I'm not!" He shouted as if volume change would convince the captain otherwise.
Sanada moved quietly toward Kirihara's cabin, hearing his voice from where he was. He smirked, amused that Yukimura had already freaked him out a little, but it was nothing compared to what he was about to do. Sliding his machete out, he moved in between the cabins and ran his blade lightly across the wood. He slipped to the back of the shelter in case Kirihara spazzed about the noise.
Kirihara had picked up on the noise and because of it green eyes had gone wide. "What was that?" He demanded in a hushed tone as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He could hear, or at least he though he could, rustling in the foliage just outside the cabin now and he edged closer to Yukimura. "You heard that, right?!" He stared at the door, muscles tightening in case he needed to make a break for it.
Yes, he had heard that, and he had a very good idea about what had made that sound. "I did Akaya," Yukimura murmured in equally hushed tones. "I think he's here....." He had to bite down on his lip to keep his ever-present smile from widening. "You should probably hide."
"Hide?" Yeah, that exactly what Kirihara wanted to do but he had to save face in front of his captain. "He won't hurt me..." Right. He didn't dare utter that last thought out loud and instead concentrated on the front door to his own shelter as more scrapes echoed in the night air.
Sanada heard the voices from inside and smirked deviously. He dragged his machete along the back wall and the next side before charging into the cabin and hopefully scaring the shit out of his kouhai. He was more amused than anything else and really, he wasn't going to hurt Kirihara. Just bruise his ego a little.
Kirihara did nearly shit himself the moment Sanada burst in the door, shouting loudly as he dove into Yukimura's lap for protection. "YOUR ROCK'S NOT DUMB! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" He clung to Yukimura's neck when he saw the glint of not only the sword he'd insulted, but the machete as well. He was probably never ever going to live this moment down, but it was better then dying...he thought.
Sanada shook his head and glanced at Yukimura. "I thought I told you that you couldn't hide behind mommy's jacket," he said dangerously, stepping closer to Kirihara slowly. His hand slid down to the hilt of his katana and pushed it out slightly with his thumb. "The rock is in my pocket if you'd rather that be the way you go."
Kirihara swallowed. Was he serious?! He wanted to argue that he wasn't hiding but that sword was getting closer and it wasn't like Sanada seemed to be against corporal punishment or anything. Kirihara couldn't even count the number of slaps he'd been on the receiving end of.
"I don't wanna go anyway!" Green eyes rounded from Yukimura to Sanada, hoping one of them would take pity. "Buchou you can't let him kill me! Who's gonna take care of Rikkai?!"
Yukimura's body shook from laughter, but he wrapped his arms around Akaya's waist and sighed. With Sanada standing over them and about to whip out the sword, Yukimura could kind of see why a person would be terrified. "Akaya...." He started softly, reaching up and tugging on a curl. "You have to accept the consequences of your actions you know."
"ALL I DID WAS SAY HIS STUPID SWORD WAS DUMB!" How that equated to death made no sense even to Kirihara who was nonsensical most of the time. Sure, maybe some laps but death by rock!? The arms that came around his waist might have felt reassuring but the words that soon followed were not.
All of a sudden panic filled Kirihara. Yukimura was going to hold him down while Sanada did the deed! He then did what any person looking death straight in the face would have. Flailed.
His successor's urgent flailing sent Yukimura pushing backwards, and he pulled the panicked body with him. "Akaya." He hissed, scolding him as he pushed Kirihara off of him. "How are you supposed to lead a team if you cannot even look at your father without shaking?"
Sometimes all it took to ground Kirihara was a blow to the ego. He wasn't shaking, he was attempting to survive. "I'm not!" He sat up but made sure that Yukimura was still very much between himself and Sanada. Green eyes glared past Yukimura at Sanada, mostly to save face that Sanada didn't scare him even when he did.
Sanada reached into his pocket and pulled out a hefty looking rock. It wasn't the family rock, but it was similar enough to pass for it in the dim light of the cabin. He tossed it up into the air and caught it, stepping closer to Yukimura to get to their 'son.'
"You are shaking. I can feel it," he said, releasing his grip on the sword and letting it click back into place. "I suggest you move, Yukimura, or I'll make you."
It took every ounce of Yukimura's willpower not to laugh as he glanced up innocently at Sanada. "I fail to see why I must move Sanada," he replied, a silent challenge laced in his words. "Or has the rest of your mental capacities fallen to the state of a gorilla as Atobe claims?"
Tugging on a wave, he began to inspect the ends for split ends as if nothing else in the world was more important. "It would not surprise me if you could not figure out how to walk around an obstacle if that was the case."
Sanada raised an eyebrow and moved closer. He wrapped an arm around Yukimura's waist and pulled him up, resting him over his shoulder like he had done so many months ago on the ship. "Obstacle moved," he said smugly, hand firmly attached to Yukimura's thigh to keep him from falling.
He looked down at Kirihara, a deadly smirk tugging at his lips. "It is just you and me now, Akaya."
Kirihara wasn't sure what shocked him more: The fact that Sanada had man-handled Yukimura or the fact that Yukimura was allowing it. He then realized that he had bigger things to worry about, Sanada was bearing down on him looking murderous. Wide green eyes flicked from Yukimura to Sanada quickly and he moved to stand, conveniently making himself taller than his senior no thanks to the bed.
"Put Buchou down!" he demanded, only a small waver in his voice as he puffed his chest out. Those who worshiped God also did anything to protect him, even if it seemed stupid.
Groaning, Yukimura glared at Sanada's back. He could not believe that this was happening again. Especially in front of Akaya. Sanada knew better than that. Ignoring the way his boyfriend's hand felt wrapped around his thigh, Yukimura sighed and said, "Akaya I can take care of myself."
With that, he swung his foot forward, socking Sanada square in the stomach so he would let go.
Sanada fought from rolling his eyes at Kirihara's little display of manliness. Like hell he was going to listen. Instead, he moved a little forward only to stop when he felt Yukimura squirm above him. He groaned when his captive's foot landed in his gut. A hiss of air escaped his lips and his arm wrapped tighter around the Rikkai captain. Dropping him wasn't an option.
"You were in the way," he said slowly, regaining his breath.
"And now you are in mine," Yukimura shot back, voice sinking into his captain tone. "I suggest you get out of it."
He squirmed under the added grip and twisted his body so that his head could peak out around Sanada's back and see Akaya. If Kirihara were any kind of smart, he would sneak out while Yukimura had his boyfriend distracted.
Kirihara and smart were words that just didn't go together, Yukimura should have known better. His kouhai was determined to save him from Sanada even if he had first been afraid. There was no fear in Rikkai, Kirihara reminded himself and set his gaze to glare hard at Sanada before he reached out and grabbed onto Yukimura's other thigh. "Let him go." He hopped he sounded terrifying, but something told him that the hitch in his voice wasn't going to be very convincing.
Really? Sanada quirked an eyebrow. "Make me, Akaya." He tucked the rock away for the time being and gripped Kirihara's shoulder. He stepped back as he pushed their kouhai away, hoping to break his grip from Yukimura. Either way, Sanada was sure he would end up paying for this stunt.
"I will!!" Alright, so it wasn't the best come back in the world, but Akaya also wasn't the most brightest of boys in the world. Especially not in this circumstance. He wrapped both of his arms around Yukimura's leg and held on fast before he tried a weird sort of balancing act to lift his foot and push it against Sanada's hip to use it as leverage so he could pull Yukimura away.
"Let go, fukubuchou!" He grunted, giving Yukimura a firm tug, too caught up in "protecting" Yukimura to realize that he was going to have to worry more about his captain's fury than Sanada's in a moment.
They were both dead. So, so very dead. And there was only one way to sock it to them so that they would stop and be punished.
"I.....I....." Yukimura murmured in a faint voice. It was just all of the stress culminating and aggravating his condition obviously. He said nothing more as he used the struggle between his successor and his fukubuchou to tumble towards the mattresses below him as he 'fainted'.
Kirihara was just about to go off on another tirade about how Sanada should let Yukimura's leg go when he felt the weight of his body slump in arms that he had securely locked around his buchou.
"BUCHOU!!!" The youngest of the three flailed, finally letting Yukimura go so that he could come to his aide -- the half of him that was splayed out on the bed at least. "This is all your fault!" Green eyes were already rimmed red and watery. What were they supposed to do?! They were out in the middle of who knew where and the closest thing they had to a doctor was that nervous guy from Seigaku. Yukimura was as good as dead in Kirihara's eyes and Sanada was going to pay for it.
Sanada knew better than to fall for this. He pushed Kirihara aside and squatted down next to the "fainted" Rikkai buchou. He pushed his hand underneath the fabric of Yukimura's hoodie and gripped his boyfriend's side where he knew he would spazz no matter what.
"He's not dead, Akaya. Don't be an idiot."
Yukimura could hear them bickering in the background, and then suddenly a hand was slipping under his hoodie and squeezing just under his rib. Damn it, he thought as his body involuntarily spazzed. Sanada just had to ruin everything. Staying limp, Yukimura figured he would just stay right where he was.
The risk of being turned into a rag doll once more was far less in this position...hopefully.
Sanada dragged his fingers over the sensitive skin once more and watched the twitching. "Well, Yukimura is dead, Akaya, so I guess this means there's nothing and no one to stop me from killing you," he said with a smirk, standing back up. He glanced at Yukimura one last time and shook his head. What a bad actor. "Sword or rock, Akaya?"
Kirihara stared up at Sanada with a gaze that turned into a hard glare, the fear leaving him only for a fleeting moment. "No wonder he broke up with you! Yukimura-buchou is dead and you don't even care!!" He accused -- Kirihara could be such a stupid boy. He kind of figured that Yukimura wasn't dead, but either way he had fainted, and that wasn't something to take lightly.
Closing his eyes, Sanada mentally counted to five before taking a breath and opening them again. "Yes, I know. I'm an insensitive asshole, but if Yukimura was really dead, I wouldn't be talking to you." He tapped Kirihara lightly upside the head. At least it was lighter than a slap. "Don't be an idiot."
"Ow! I'm not!" Kirihara rubbed at the spot where Sanada had knocked his head. "And how do you know he's not?!" The younger boy looked down at Yukimura, checking to make sure that his chest was still rising and falling in indication that he was breathing. "And you're not worried about knockin' me off so--" He realized right then that Sanada still had his sword and rock ready at hand and shut up quickly.
"I know him better than I know anyone else," Sanada said simply, eyes focused on the teen in front of him. He thought about shifting, forcing Kirihara to rotate then eventually topple onto Yukimura who would, no doubt, be unable to keep playing dead any longer. "Which will it be?" he asked, putting his plan into motion and moving a little to come at Kirihara from a different angle.
Sanada's plan went as he thought it would. Kirihara moved, body naturally reacting to the sight of the glint of the sword coming closer to him and let out a yelp he was in no way proud of when he hit Yukimura and fell over the "fainted" Buchou.
Yukimura groaned as a heavy body fell on top of him. "Akaya," he managed to get out from where his face was positioned against the mattress. Twisting so that his kouhai naturally rolled off his back, he glared up at Sanada before turning his attention to Kirihara. "You're not hurt are you?"
Kirihara didn't pick up on much other then Yukimura was devoting all, well most, of his attention to him over Sanada and he was going to eat up every ounce of it. Instead of answering him he turned into the buchou with the intent to curl into arms that would undoubtedly comfort him. This was perfect!
Taking up Akaya into his arms, Yukimura gave Sanada a very, very smug smirk over Kirihara's shoulder. "There, there," he murmured, idly stroking dark curls and rubbing his back. He had won even though Sanada had exposed him. Life was so lovely. "You've learned your lesson haven't you Akaya?"
This was great! Kirihara wasn't sure who he'd please upstairs but he wasn't arguing it at all, not with the way Yukimura had so quickly scooped him up and brought him close not to mention he'd virtually gotten away with getting to call Sanada's rock and sword stupid and lived to tell the tale without so much as a scratch.
Yup, life was pretty damn good.
"Of course, buchou." The little devil pushed closer to his captain, green eyes looking up at Sanada.
Sanada shot them both a skeptical frown. How utterly ridiculous. Yukimura was such an enabler. He glanced at the rock quickly then touched it to the top of Kirihara's forehead.
"You got lucky," he said sternly. "Next time, I won't be as forgiving."
Once again Kirihara found himself thanking his lucky stars that both of his seniors managed to have some sort of soft spot for him when they weren't pushing him to his limits with tennis. "You'd miss me way too much if you killed me." Not to mention Kirihara was pretty confident that there was no way Yukimura would let anyone touch a hair on his head at least until he won Rikkai its victory that final year.
When: A couple weeks ago
Where: Kirihara's cabin.
Summary: Kirihara has a death wish.
Damn kouhai. Sanada closed his laptop and set it aside. Even though he wouldn't readily admit it, he held a soft spot for Kirihara. That seemed to be a trend among the former third years with their ace. It didn't extend to annoying first years that looked like girls.
Grabbing his katana, machete, and the family rock, he made his way out of the empty cabin and toward where Kirihara said he would be. With Yukimura. Sanada frowned, knowing he would have to keep up the act of them being apart. That was annoying, but it had taken care of -- for the most part -- a pain in the ass diva. In the end, it was worth it. At least, he hoped so.
He doubted Yukimura would be in his cabin or Kirihara's, but it was worth checking out anyway. As long as their kouhai wasn't in the treehouse, he wouldn't get upset. Much.
Once Yukimura had deduced that his fukubuchou and his successor were butting heads, Yukimura made his way over to Akaya's cabin. Siding with his baby would certainly make things interesting, and the former captain had to admit that he was more than curious to see what would happen.
"Akaya," he called out, noting the wild-haired teen sitting at his computer. He dropped behind him without a thought and rested his chin on his shoulder. "You're in trouble."
Kirihara had been bent over his computer, debating if Sanada really would come after him when Yukimura had slipped into his cabin unnoticed. Rikkai's demon was too busy sorting out his odds to hear the creak of the makeshift cabin door.
Kirihara was just about to deem himself too valuable to the future of Rikkai to kill with either rock or sword when Yukimura slipped in behind him and scared him out of his skin. His body jolted forward, pulling a curse from his lips as he just about threw his laptop across the room.
"YOU CAN'T KILL ME! I HAVEN'T WON NATIONALS YET!!!" Green eyes squinted shut in anticipation of a blow that never came.
Chuckling, Yukimura tilted Kirihara's cheek so that he could look behind him. Paranoia was truly an amazing thing. "Akaya," he teased, still laughing. "Open your eyes. Do I sound like Sanada?"
"I wasn't scared!" Kirihara immediately snapped to attention and pulled away from the fingers that pushed into his cheek. His cheeks were flushed from his outburst, the last person he wanted to think that he was a coward was Yukimura, and maybe Hiyoshi. "Hey don't laugh!" The pout was already present on Kirihara's lips as he turned to face Yukimura.
"It's hard not to," Yukimura quipped. He pushed Kirihara's nose with his finger before letting go and pulling away. "You were terrified." A brief pause as he mused over why exactly Akaya was terrified. "As long as you are only terrified of Genichirou, I suppose it is acceptable to have one fear."
"I'm not afraid of that guy!" Kirihara pushed Yukimura's finger aside with a small flush on his cheeks. He caught onto the look Yukimura was giving him and crossed his arms tightly over his chest. "I'm not!" He shouted as if volume change would convince the captain otherwise.
Sanada moved quietly toward Kirihara's cabin, hearing his voice from where he was. He smirked, amused that Yukimura had already freaked him out a little, but it was nothing compared to what he was about to do. Sliding his machete out, he moved in between the cabins and ran his blade lightly across the wood. He slipped to the back of the shelter in case Kirihara spazzed about the noise.
Kirihara had picked up on the noise and because of it green eyes had gone wide. "What was that?" He demanded in a hushed tone as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He could hear, or at least he though he could, rustling in the foliage just outside the cabin now and he edged closer to Yukimura. "You heard that, right?!" He stared at the door, muscles tightening in case he needed to make a break for it.
Yes, he had heard that, and he had a very good idea about what had made that sound. "I did Akaya," Yukimura murmured in equally hushed tones. "I think he's here....." He had to bite down on his lip to keep his ever-present smile from widening. "You should probably hide."
"Hide?" Yeah, that exactly what Kirihara wanted to do but he had to save face in front of his captain. "He won't hurt me..." Right. He didn't dare utter that last thought out loud and instead concentrated on the front door to his own shelter as more scrapes echoed in the night air.
Sanada heard the voices from inside and smirked deviously. He dragged his machete along the back wall and the next side before charging into the cabin and hopefully scaring the shit out of his kouhai. He was more amused than anything else and really, he wasn't going to hurt Kirihara. Just bruise his ego a little.
Kirihara did nearly shit himself the moment Sanada burst in the door, shouting loudly as he dove into Yukimura's lap for protection. "YOUR ROCK'S NOT DUMB! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" He clung to Yukimura's neck when he saw the glint of not only the sword he'd insulted, but the machete as well. He was probably never ever going to live this moment down, but it was better then dying...he thought.
Sanada shook his head and glanced at Yukimura. "I thought I told you that you couldn't hide behind mommy's jacket," he said dangerously, stepping closer to Kirihara slowly. His hand slid down to the hilt of his katana and pushed it out slightly with his thumb. "The rock is in my pocket if you'd rather that be the way you go."
Kirihara swallowed. Was he serious?! He wanted to argue that he wasn't hiding but that sword was getting closer and it wasn't like Sanada seemed to be against corporal punishment or anything. Kirihara couldn't even count the number of slaps he'd been on the receiving end of.
"I don't wanna go anyway!" Green eyes rounded from Yukimura to Sanada, hoping one of them would take pity. "Buchou you can't let him kill me! Who's gonna take care of Rikkai?!"
Yukimura's body shook from laughter, but he wrapped his arms around Akaya's waist and sighed. With Sanada standing over them and about to whip out the sword, Yukimura could kind of see why a person would be terrified. "Akaya...." He started softly, reaching up and tugging on a curl. "You have to accept the consequences of your actions you know."
"ALL I DID WAS SAY HIS STUPID SWORD WAS DUMB!" How that equated to death made no sense even to Kirihara who was nonsensical most of the time. Sure, maybe some laps but death by rock!? The arms that came around his waist might have felt reassuring but the words that soon followed were not.
All of a sudden panic filled Kirihara. Yukimura was going to hold him down while Sanada did the deed! He then did what any person looking death straight in the face would have. Flailed.
His successor's urgent flailing sent Yukimura pushing backwards, and he pulled the panicked body with him. "Akaya." He hissed, scolding him as he pushed Kirihara off of him. "How are you supposed to lead a team if you cannot even look at your father without shaking?"
Sometimes all it took to ground Kirihara was a blow to the ego. He wasn't shaking, he was attempting to survive. "I'm not!" He sat up but made sure that Yukimura was still very much between himself and Sanada. Green eyes glared past Yukimura at Sanada, mostly to save face that Sanada didn't scare him even when he did.
Sanada reached into his pocket and pulled out a hefty looking rock. It wasn't the family rock, but it was similar enough to pass for it in the dim light of the cabin. He tossed it up into the air and caught it, stepping closer to Yukimura to get to their 'son.'
"You are shaking. I can feel it," he said, releasing his grip on the sword and letting it click back into place. "I suggest you move, Yukimura, or I'll make you."
It took every ounce of Yukimura's willpower not to laugh as he glanced up innocently at Sanada. "I fail to see why I must move Sanada," he replied, a silent challenge laced in his words. "Or has the rest of your mental capacities fallen to the state of a gorilla as Atobe claims?"
Tugging on a wave, he began to inspect the ends for split ends as if nothing else in the world was more important. "It would not surprise me if you could not figure out how to walk around an obstacle if that was the case."
Sanada raised an eyebrow and moved closer. He wrapped an arm around Yukimura's waist and pulled him up, resting him over his shoulder like he had done so many months ago on the ship. "Obstacle moved," he said smugly, hand firmly attached to Yukimura's thigh to keep him from falling.
He looked down at Kirihara, a deadly smirk tugging at his lips. "It is just you and me now, Akaya."
Kirihara wasn't sure what shocked him more: The fact that Sanada had man-handled Yukimura or the fact that Yukimura was allowing it. He then realized that he had bigger things to worry about, Sanada was bearing down on him looking murderous. Wide green eyes flicked from Yukimura to Sanada quickly and he moved to stand, conveniently making himself taller than his senior no thanks to the bed.
"Put Buchou down!" he demanded, only a small waver in his voice as he puffed his chest out. Those who worshiped God also did anything to protect him, even if it seemed stupid.
Groaning, Yukimura glared at Sanada's back. He could not believe that this was happening again. Especially in front of Akaya. Sanada knew better than that. Ignoring the way his boyfriend's hand felt wrapped around his thigh, Yukimura sighed and said, "Akaya I can take care of myself."
With that, he swung his foot forward, socking Sanada square in the stomach so he would let go.
Sanada fought from rolling his eyes at Kirihara's little display of manliness. Like hell he was going to listen. Instead, he moved a little forward only to stop when he felt Yukimura squirm above him. He groaned when his captive's foot landed in his gut. A hiss of air escaped his lips and his arm wrapped tighter around the Rikkai captain. Dropping him wasn't an option.
"You were in the way," he said slowly, regaining his breath.
"And now you are in mine," Yukimura shot back, voice sinking into his captain tone. "I suggest you get out of it."
He squirmed under the added grip and twisted his body so that his head could peak out around Sanada's back and see Akaya. If Kirihara were any kind of smart, he would sneak out while Yukimura had his boyfriend distracted.
Kirihara and smart were words that just didn't go together, Yukimura should have known better. His kouhai was determined to save him from Sanada even if he had first been afraid. There was no fear in Rikkai, Kirihara reminded himself and set his gaze to glare hard at Sanada before he reached out and grabbed onto Yukimura's other thigh. "Let him go." He hopped he sounded terrifying, but something told him that the hitch in his voice wasn't going to be very convincing.
Really? Sanada quirked an eyebrow. "Make me, Akaya." He tucked the rock away for the time being and gripped Kirihara's shoulder. He stepped back as he pushed their kouhai away, hoping to break his grip from Yukimura. Either way, Sanada was sure he would end up paying for this stunt.
"I will!!" Alright, so it wasn't the best come back in the world, but Akaya also wasn't the most brightest of boys in the world. Especially not in this circumstance. He wrapped both of his arms around Yukimura's leg and held on fast before he tried a weird sort of balancing act to lift his foot and push it against Sanada's hip to use it as leverage so he could pull Yukimura away.
"Let go, fukubuchou!" He grunted, giving Yukimura a firm tug, too caught up in "protecting" Yukimura to realize that he was going to have to worry more about his captain's fury than Sanada's in a moment.
They were both dead. So, so very dead. And there was only one way to sock it to them so that they would stop and be punished.
"I.....I....." Yukimura murmured in a faint voice. It was just all of the stress culminating and aggravating his condition obviously. He said nothing more as he used the struggle between his successor and his fukubuchou to tumble towards the mattresses below him as he 'fainted'.
Kirihara was just about to go off on another tirade about how Sanada should let Yukimura's leg go when he felt the weight of his body slump in arms that he had securely locked around his buchou.
"BUCHOU!!!" The youngest of the three flailed, finally letting Yukimura go so that he could come to his aide -- the half of him that was splayed out on the bed at least. "This is all your fault!" Green eyes were already rimmed red and watery. What were they supposed to do?! They were out in the middle of who knew where and the closest thing they had to a doctor was that nervous guy from Seigaku. Yukimura was as good as dead in Kirihara's eyes and Sanada was going to pay for it.
Sanada knew better than to fall for this. He pushed Kirihara aside and squatted down next to the "fainted" Rikkai buchou. He pushed his hand underneath the fabric of Yukimura's hoodie and gripped his boyfriend's side where he knew he would spazz no matter what.
"He's not dead, Akaya. Don't be an idiot."
Yukimura could hear them bickering in the background, and then suddenly a hand was slipping under his hoodie and squeezing just under his rib. Damn it, he thought as his body involuntarily spazzed. Sanada just had to ruin everything. Staying limp, Yukimura figured he would just stay right where he was.
The risk of being turned into a rag doll once more was far less in this position...hopefully.
Sanada dragged his fingers over the sensitive skin once more and watched the twitching. "Well, Yukimura is dead, Akaya, so I guess this means there's nothing and no one to stop me from killing you," he said with a smirk, standing back up. He glanced at Yukimura one last time and shook his head. What a bad actor. "Sword or rock, Akaya?"
Kirihara stared up at Sanada with a gaze that turned into a hard glare, the fear leaving him only for a fleeting moment. "No wonder he broke up with you! Yukimura-buchou is dead and you don't even care!!" He accused -- Kirihara could be such a stupid boy. He kind of figured that Yukimura wasn't dead, but either way he had fainted, and that wasn't something to take lightly.
Closing his eyes, Sanada mentally counted to five before taking a breath and opening them again. "Yes, I know. I'm an insensitive asshole, but if Yukimura was really dead, I wouldn't be talking to you." He tapped Kirihara lightly upside the head. At least it was lighter than a slap. "Don't be an idiot."
"Ow! I'm not!" Kirihara rubbed at the spot where Sanada had knocked his head. "And how do you know he's not?!" The younger boy looked down at Yukimura, checking to make sure that his chest was still rising and falling in indication that he was breathing. "And you're not worried about knockin' me off so--" He realized right then that Sanada still had his sword and rock ready at hand and shut up quickly.
"I know him better than I know anyone else," Sanada said simply, eyes focused on the teen in front of him. He thought about shifting, forcing Kirihara to rotate then eventually topple onto Yukimura who would, no doubt, be unable to keep playing dead any longer. "Which will it be?" he asked, putting his plan into motion and moving a little to come at Kirihara from a different angle.
Sanada's plan went as he thought it would. Kirihara moved, body naturally reacting to the sight of the glint of the sword coming closer to him and let out a yelp he was in no way proud of when he hit Yukimura and fell over the "fainted" Buchou.
Yukimura groaned as a heavy body fell on top of him. "Akaya," he managed to get out from where his face was positioned against the mattress. Twisting so that his kouhai naturally rolled off his back, he glared up at Sanada before turning his attention to Kirihara. "You're not hurt are you?"
Kirihara didn't pick up on much other then Yukimura was devoting all, well most, of his attention to him over Sanada and he was going to eat up every ounce of it. Instead of answering him he turned into the buchou with the intent to curl into arms that would undoubtedly comfort him. This was perfect!
Taking up Akaya into his arms, Yukimura gave Sanada a very, very smug smirk over Kirihara's shoulder. "There, there," he murmured, idly stroking dark curls and rubbing his back. He had won even though Sanada had exposed him. Life was so lovely. "You've learned your lesson haven't you Akaya?"
This was great! Kirihara wasn't sure who he'd please upstairs but he wasn't arguing it at all, not with the way Yukimura had so quickly scooped him up and brought him close not to mention he'd virtually gotten away with getting to call Sanada's rock and sword stupid and lived to tell the tale without so much as a scratch.
Yup, life was pretty damn good.
"Of course, buchou." The little devil pushed closer to his captain, green eyes looking up at Sanada.
Sanada shot them both a skeptical frown. How utterly ridiculous. Yukimura was such an enabler. He glanced at the rock quickly then touched it to the top of Kirihara's forehead.
"You got lucky," he said sternly. "Next time, I won't be as forgiving."
Once again Kirihara found himself thanking his lucky stars that both of his seniors managed to have some sort of soft spot for him when they weren't pushing him to his limits with tennis. "You'd miss me way too much if you killed me." Not to mention Kirihara was pretty confident that there was no way Yukimura would let anyone touch a hair on his head at least until he won Rikkai its victory that final year.