Drabble-age (534 words, Jackal + Kirihara)
Title: Babysitting
Author: Ociwen
Wordcount: 534
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Konomi owns all.
Summary: Jackal doesn't particularly like getting stuck babysitting all the time.
“Jackal-senpai, you’re my favourite senpai,” Kirihara said.
Jackal stopped blowdrying his head and sighed. Stuck again with babysitting duty, like always. And the entire team had already left to get food, except for Kirihara. And him. So much for a peaceful few minutes with his head stuck under the hand dryer in the clubhouse bathroom.
“What about Marui? He has cookies,” Jackal said.
Kirihara went on, numbering off his fingers. “See, Marui-senpai’s cookies are good, but he doesn’t share them.”
“Yanagi?”
“Yanagi-senpai is boring. All he does is read books and ask me to play tennis, but that’s only so he can win and then make me do laps for losing.”
“Yagyuu?” Jackal offered. Kirihara and Yagyuu got on well enough, didn’t they? Yagyuu should have a turn babysitting once in a while. He was responsible enough.
“Yagyuu-senpai always looks like he’s gonna chop me up into bits and stuff my body in a suitcase full of dirt in his closet if I hang out with him,” Kirihara said, shivering. “He’s creepy.”
Jackal didn’t want to know what sorts of things Kirihara did at home to think up these scenarios. He started to tie up his shoelace. “Niou- what about Niou?” Jackal asked. “You could hang out with him.”
If hanging out was a euphemism for babysitting, it was fine by Jackal.
“Niou-senpai would throw poisoned darts at me and give my paralyzed body to Yagyuu-senpai to chop up and stuff into a suitcase full of dirt in his closet.”
“Forget I even asked,” Jackal muttered under his breath.
Kirihara kept blathering on. Jackal could feel a vein in his temple threaten to burst.
“Buchou is…too obsessed with tennis, Jackal-senpai. You see, there’s more to life than tennis. Videogames are important.” Kirihara nodded sagely.
“Then Sanada,” Jackal said.
“He’s violent. He hits people. Sanada-fukubuchou should learn to control his temper.” Kirihara swung his legs under the bench, back and forth, shaking the bench hard enough to make Jackal stand up out of irritation.
“You’re violent,” he told Kirihara.
Kirihara stuck out his bottom lip and gave Jackal a look from under his hair, that sweet, childish look the kid tried and had mastered, a horrible combination of immaturity and demonic glee in his eyes.
“Yeah, but it was funny with that Fudomine guy. And Seigaku’s Fuji.”
“Okay, you got me there,” Jackal said, agreeing with Kirihara and unable to hold back a smile of his own.
“So,” Kirihara said finally, pushing himself up and grabbing his tennisbag, “that leaves you, Jackal-senpai.” Kirihara peeked around the corner into the locker room, then over his shoulder. Realizing everyone was gone, he ran to catch up with Jackal, who was pulling out his copy of the clubhouse key to lock up for the night.
“They all left without us,” Kirihara pouted. Under his breath, Jackal thought he heard a distinct “tsubusu, senpais…”
Jackal slapped a hand down on Kirihara’s shoulder, making the kid jump in surprise. “Wanna go back to my house, Akaya?” he asked. “My mother’s making beans and rice tonight.”
“With beef?”
“You bet.”
Kirihara gave Jackal a high five, jumping into Jackal with a cackle.
Maybe babysitting the kid wasn’t always all that bad…
Author: Ociwen
Wordcount: 534
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Konomi owns all.
Summary: Jackal doesn't particularly like getting stuck babysitting all the time.
“Jackal-senpai, you’re my favourite senpai,” Kirihara said.
Jackal stopped blowdrying his head and sighed. Stuck again with babysitting duty, like always. And the entire team had already left to get food, except for Kirihara. And him. So much for a peaceful few minutes with his head stuck under the hand dryer in the clubhouse bathroom.
“What about Marui? He has cookies,” Jackal said.
Kirihara went on, numbering off his fingers. “See, Marui-senpai’s cookies are good, but he doesn’t share them.”
“Yanagi?”
“Yanagi-senpai is boring. All he does is read books and ask me to play tennis, but that’s only so he can win and then make me do laps for losing.”
“Yagyuu?” Jackal offered. Kirihara and Yagyuu got on well enough, didn’t they? Yagyuu should have a turn babysitting once in a while. He was responsible enough.
“Yagyuu-senpai always looks like he’s gonna chop me up into bits and stuff my body in a suitcase full of dirt in his closet if I hang out with him,” Kirihara said, shivering. “He’s creepy.”
Jackal didn’t want to know what sorts of things Kirihara did at home to think up these scenarios. He started to tie up his shoelace. “Niou- what about Niou?” Jackal asked. “You could hang out with him.”
If hanging out was a euphemism for babysitting, it was fine by Jackal.
“Niou-senpai would throw poisoned darts at me and give my paralyzed body to Yagyuu-senpai to chop up and stuff into a suitcase full of dirt in his closet.”
“Forget I even asked,” Jackal muttered under his breath.
Kirihara kept blathering on. Jackal could feel a vein in his temple threaten to burst.
“Buchou is…too obsessed with tennis, Jackal-senpai. You see, there’s more to life than tennis. Videogames are important.” Kirihara nodded sagely.
“Then Sanada,” Jackal said.
“He’s violent. He hits people. Sanada-fukubuchou should learn to control his temper.” Kirihara swung his legs under the bench, back and forth, shaking the bench hard enough to make Jackal stand up out of irritation.
“You’re violent,” he told Kirihara.
Kirihara stuck out his bottom lip and gave Jackal a look from under his hair, that sweet, childish look the kid tried and had mastered, a horrible combination of immaturity and demonic glee in his eyes.
“Yeah, but it was funny with that Fudomine guy. And Seigaku’s Fuji.”
“Okay, you got me there,” Jackal said, agreeing with Kirihara and unable to hold back a smile of his own.
“So,” Kirihara said finally, pushing himself up and grabbing his tennisbag, “that leaves you, Jackal-senpai.” Kirihara peeked around the corner into the locker room, then over his shoulder. Realizing everyone was gone, he ran to catch up with Jackal, who was pulling out his copy of the clubhouse key to lock up for the night.
“They all left without us,” Kirihara pouted. Under his breath, Jackal thought he heard a distinct “tsubusu, senpais…”
Jackal slapped a hand down on Kirihara’s shoulder, making the kid jump in surprise. “Wanna go back to my house, Akaya?” he asked. “My mother’s making beans and rice tonight.”
“With beef?”
“You bet.”
Kirihara gave Jackal a high five, jumping into Jackal with a cackle.
Maybe babysitting the kid wasn’t always all that bad…