RP Log Sanada Kamechirou and Shishido Rai
Who: Sanada Kamechirou and Shishido Rai
What: The Best Worst Tennis Match Ever To Be Played
When: Saturday, Feb. 21st
Rating: PG
Feel free to comment with your character's reaction to the match of insanity!
Hearing the knock, Rai didn't bother to put on a shirt, simply walking over to open the door and pull Sanada in, closing it behind them. "Hello Sanada," he greeted politely, sitting back down on his bed and tossing the two shirts at the man, "Help me choose please?"
"Chose what?" Kamechirou was a bit distracted by the half naked to actually focus on what on earth Rai asked him. Sure, Shishido Rai was skinny, but Sanada did not mind. More the challenge to thicken him up! "Oh," he noticed the two shirts on the bed. "Lime green, definitely," he pointed to his own shirt. "I was wearing pink first, and it matches this lovely visor," Kamechirou pulled a green sparkly visor from his bag.
Rai nodded and quickly put on the shirt, noticing the visor only after he'd gotten it on. "...I'm supposed to wear that?" he asked, buttoning all the buttons as he stared.
"No," Kamechirou shook his head, "You plant them. Then you will have lots of green sparkly baby visors for next year."
"...I don't think that's possible," Rai answered, taking the visor to examine it.
And I thought he was smart, "Of course you wear it, silly. It blocks the glare from the sun." Not that the issue was particularly worriesome for them.
"Ah," Rai articulated, not really wanting to put it on quite yet, "Do you have rackets and stuff?"
"Yes," Kamechirou grinned, and sing-songed innocuously. He had color coded the rackets to match their visors and coated them with the leftover purple sparkles from the races. They were perfect and wonderful. "Are you ready to suck ass!"
"Yes I am," Rai answered, putting the visor on reluctantly and standing up, "Are they in racket bags?"
"Most excellent," Kamechirou strode out into the hallway, working the short shorts for all they were worth. They were fun, and silly to wear, though he infinitely preferred the comfort of a hakama. "Yes they are, Silly Skinny," he tossed one to Rai.
Catching the bag, Rai glared slightly, following Kame, "Let’s go then," he said, starting to jog down the hallway.
Sanada Kamechirou and Shishido Rai walked into the tennis court. Kamechirou made sure to exude an air of intense competition. Quick, he had to think of some taunting. "...You....have feet!"
Rai stared for a moment, wondering what Sanada was trying to do, then realized that that was supposed to have been an insult. "And you have ears," He said, in an insulting tone, walking to one side of the court and taking the racket out of the case, staring at the colour coded sparklyness of it for a minute before turning back to his 'opponent', "You ready to lose?" he asked, tucking a ball into his pocket.
"Yeah!" Kamechirou goaded, "I have ears to smell out of!" what else was one supposed to do with ears. Giggling slightly, he struggled to keep a straight face and wondered if he had had too much Red Bull. Then he rethought that -- there was no such thing as too much Red Bull. Wielding his pink sparkly racket, he pointed it at Rai in a most dramatic fashion, "You, will be the loser of this epic match between fierce and skilled opponents."
Rai flinched at the idiocy of the statement and pointed his lime green pink sparkled racket, "I will not be doing any such thing. On the contrary you will be the looser of the awesome match between great tennis players," he nearly winced at the ridiculous sentence.
"We are the best tennis players on the planet," Kamechirou agreed, "However, I am the greater, and therefore will permit you to serve first."
Rai coughed slightly and pulled a sparkly golden ball out of his pocket, brandishing his racket, "Be awed by my amazing serve," he said, moving back to the service line and throwing the ball up in the air, hitting it hard towards the other court. Well, over the other court actually, and over the back fence too, near the pool he thought, by the direction. Ah well, they had quite a few balls with them, some of them more ridiculous than others.
"I am awed," Kamechirou grinned, watching the ball arc over the fence. "You scored a touchdown, you get six points! Now it's my turn to his the sparkly ball thing!"
"I don't think you could top that if your life depended on it," Rai jibed, holding in his laughter. Standing near the middle of the court, he waited to see what Kame would do.
"Just you wait," Kamechirou bounced the tennis ball on the ground and made an intensely serious look. Throwing the ball up in the air, he watched it fall slowly and swung his racket as hard as he could at it...
And got nothing but air, and ended up smacking himself in the face with the gut of the racket.
Rai covered a snicker with a cough, "For that follow through, I think you should get three points," he commented, tossing his own racket from hand to hand once...before dropping it. He picked it up again and pulled out a fluorescent green tennis ball, "My serve," he said, throwing the ball up and swinging his own racket (after having waited for Sanada to recover of course), managing to hit it into the other man's court this time.
"Right oh! It's seven to three, but never fear, I will catch up!" he cackled, running at the ball moving into his court. Swinging his racket down, he karate chopped the ball with his racket to hit the ground hard and bounce vertically into the air over the net and turn out very high over the other side.
Watching the ball bounce, Rai remembered that he was supposed to hit it and ran forwrd, nearly as fast as his little brother, to catch the ball (having dropped the racket a moment ago), "I think not! I will definitely win!" he said, brandishing the ball in Sanada's general direction.
Raising a hand to his forehead, Sanada pretended to swoon and swayed to the ground. "That is some pose Rai-chan! You get four points for that!" Scooting around on his knees, Kamechirou waved his racket around in the air, "Throw it! I want to hit the sparkley!"
"Alright here it comes!" Rai said, throwing the ball as hard as he could...in the wrong direction, "Ooops... Your serve," he said, adjusting his visor.
"You better get ready," rising to his feet, the tall, built man drew himself to full height. "I've been practicing this for quite some time now," he looked intensely into Rai's side of the court. He threw the ball very high up in the air, kicked his leg back like a baseball pitcher and creamed the ball as it came down. Unfortunately, that sparkly ball would never be seen or heard from ever again. Shielding his eyes from the sun, Kamechirou tried to follow the ball and failed, "I should get ten points for that one. It's a mega touchdown."
"Yeah you're right," Rai said, whistling as the sparkly ball disappeared, "But I'll catch up with my next serve!" he declared, going over to his bag and picking out a ball. Tossing it up in the air from the bench where he was standing, he used the racket like a baseball bat and aimed near Kame's foot, hitting the ball in that direction.
As he watched the tennis ball arch towards his foot, Kamechirou forgot about the rackets completely and gave the ball a swift kick into Rai's side of the court.
Running towards the ball, Rai managed to swing the racket at it...hit it...and whacked himself on the head with it, "...Ouch..." he said, a bit stunned from the hit.
"Good follow through, Rai-chan!" Kamechirou called, a bit worried. Hopping the net, he dashed forward to put his hands lightly on either side of Rai's face to tilt his head and examine the point of contact. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine," Rai answered, pointing at the ball that was lying in Kame's court, "But I think that means a point for me."
"Well lookie there," Kamechirou averted his eyes to the ball in his own court. Pondering for a moment, he made a horrified face and a gasp, pointing over to one side, "HOLY CRAP! LOOK AT THAT!"
Rai made a surprised face and looked at where Kame was pointing, tilting his head slightly, "I don't see anything..." he said, looking at the other man.
While Rai was distracted by Kamechirou's flailing and pointing, the older Sanada had secretly pulled a tennis ball from his pocket and placed it between Rai's feet. "There's a ball in your court too!" he winked, "I guess we're tied then."
Rai looked down at the ball, then glared, "Let's try again! I'm sure I'll beat you!" he said, picking up the ball with his tennis racket, which he hadn't let go of, and bouncing it (properly for once).
"I don't think you can," Kamechirou stated, posing and adjusting his visor. "I'm just way too good at tennis."
"I think not!" Rai said, tossing up the ball with his racket and throwing it onto Kame's court, "See, there's another ball in your court!"
Flashing his eyes competitively, Kamechirou emptied his pocket of all the tennis balls he had. Crossing his arms, he stuck out his stud-clad tongue petulantly at Rai.
Rai tossed the balls he had in his pockets over to Kame's side, glaring slightly.
Counting the balls on his side of the court, Kamechirou smirked and replied, "Looks like I have more balls."
Rai started picking up balls and throwing them over to the other man's court, smiling slightly, "I think you'll have to count again."
"There are more balls on my side of the court, thus I have more balls," he could turn any situation in his favor.
Rai sweatdropped, "Ah, but I have you on my side of the court," he retorted, adjusting his shiny lime green visor again.
"Hmmm," Kamechirou sidled over to Rai, completely forgetting about the spectators. "Maybe there are more balls on your side of the court after all," he rested his hands on the shorter man's shoulders.
Rai scoffed, "There always have been," he said, looking up slightly at Kame, "You just didn't realize it until now.
"Hmm....nope," Sanada Kamechirou's eyes sparkled. Leaning down slowly, he turned his head left and placed a quick, but firm kiss on Rai's lip. "I think I have more balls," he stated, as he pulled back.
Rai stared for a minute in shock, then smirked, "Who said I was talking about mine?" he asked, crossing his arms amusedly and ignoring their spectators for a moment.
"So you admit it," he raised an eyebrow.
"I never said that," Rai answered, raising his own eyebrow in response.
"You did," Kamechirou pouted, "You totally did."
Rai frowned slightly, "What exactly is it that I said to make you think that?" he asked, adjusting his visor so he could see Kame better.
"....." Kamechirou made a look of intense concentration, "...I forgot."
Rai nearly fell over, but managed to avoid it, partly due to the hands on his shoulders, "Then you have no proof that I said any such thing," he said, smirking.
"I totally do," Kamechirou insisted, "Somewhere, in the deep recesses of my Red Bull charged mind, I do."
"You do not," Rai answered, "And how much red bull have you had today?"
"BUT OH I DO! Only like..." Kamechirou pondered. He drank all the cases he picked up at the convenience store the night before, "Like six or seven cases or so."
Rai stared silently, lost for words. How the heck had the other man gotten so much red bull, and drunk it all so fast?
Kamechirou winked at Rai. "My balls are awesome," he stated controversially.
"I wouldn't know," Rai answered, finding his words again... but I might want to find out later, he added silently.
Pointing over to his side of the court, he pouted at Rai, "You should know. I mean, look at the great mass. So many balls."
"It depends on the size," Rai pointed out, pointing to a clump of balls in his court.
"Well," Kamechirou explained, "I am not exactly sure. There might have to be some experimentation on ball size to know for sure."
"Maybe," Rai agreed, "Hey I thought we were playing 'tennis'," he said, remembering why they were in the ultra ridiculour tennis wear.
"Um, we did. I won, remember silly!" Kamechirou, put his hands behind his head and grinned widely.
"You did not," Rai answered, "I believe your words were "there are more balls on your side of the court after all"," he said, raising an eyebrow at Kame.
"You just don't want to admit that you lost," he shook his head and pretended to look very disappointed in Rai.
"You're ridiculous," Rai said, shaking his head at Kame.
"Nope," he replied cheekily, winking, "I'm Kame."
"No," Rai disagreed, "You're Kamechirou."
"You don't know that," he frowned.
"Yes I do," Rai said, pulling a paper out of his pocket that had Kame's full name written on it.
Blinking, the older Sanada took a look at the paper, "What is that?"
"Your name," Rai answered, handing the paper to Kame.
"...Why do you have a piece of paper with my not name on it in your pocket?" he asked, quite confused.
"..." Rai stayed silent at that question, blushing slightly, "...no reason?"
"Rai-chan~" Kamechirou sidled up to the smaller man, "Why do you have a slip of paper with my anti-name in your pocket?"
"Your anti-name?" Rai asked, ignoring the question completely, "What's that?"
"The name that may once have been my name but no longer bears any connection, resemblence or meteor shower to my person," he stated immediately. "Now answer my question," Kamechirou pouted at Rai.
Rai pouted back at Kame, reaching into his pocket for the last tennis ball and dropping it on the ground, "Now we're even," he said, hoping to divert the conversation.
"I still say I win, and I also say that you are avoiding the question," Kamechirou put a finger in Rai's face, "Your psychobabble ways do not have any effect on The Kame."
"Who said I was avoiding the question?" Rai asked, continuing to avoid the question, "And what is "Psychobabble"?"
"Psychobabble is talking around the question," he informed, "I am not so easily distracted as you seem to think I am." Sanada Kamechirou was only weak against energy drinks, shiny objects, cookies and metal sporks.
Rai pulled his lime green visor off, waving it at Kame, "It was in the tennis bag?" he said, shifting where he stood to stand in a more comfortable position, "And you do know there are people watching right?"
"I doubt that," he pouted, "Oh yeah..." Kamechirou remembered. "Think I should tap dance for them, or did our every so amazing match scar them enough?"
"Why don't you tap dance? Maybe they'll be amazed by your dancing skills," Rai said, wincing at the thought of the match. It had been pretty bad, when he thought back to it.
"...But I don't have my tap shoes," Kamechirou recalled, drooping slightly. The pink visor on his head, coupled with the bright pink shirt only served to negate his expression.
"Wait...you can tap dance?" Rai asked, just realizing what Kame had said.
"I can everything dance!" Kamechirou admitted proudly. "Except for ballet point, I tried and broke my big toe," he frowned.
"Why don't you do a river dance or something then?" Rai suggested.
"But I don't have my clogs either!" he stated, as though it were obvious.
"Then do some other dance?" Rai said, sitting down cross legged on the court.
"What dances can I do?" Kamechirou pondered, putting a hand on his chin. "Well, pole dancing is out, since there are no poles and we are in the company of little 'uns. Ballroom is out, since I need a partner, unless you are willing~ I'll do some break dancing if you beatbox for me," Kamechirou winked.
"...Why did you learn to pole dance...?" Rai asked, staring at Kame for a moment, "And no, I will not ballroom dance with you."
"It's useful," Kamechirou stated vaguely, not at all embarrassed. "Do you know how to?"
"...Yes I know how to ballroom dance, and I can't see how pole dancing would be useful," Rai said, looking up at Kame from his seat on the ground.
"Then will you dance with me sometime?" he asked hopefully. "Well, it's awfully useful for when you're working at a club. Although, now I just serve drinks," he revealed.
"...Maybe..." Rai answered, "And I didn't really want to know that..."
"Please," Kamechirou gave Rai puppy eyes. "Then why did you ask?"
"...I did?" Rai asked, momentarily forgetting his earlier question, "And like I said, maybe."
"Yes, you did," he replied sheepishly. "Would you like some lunch?" he asked, changing the topic from pole dancing. Even he was a bit ashamed of that. "I for one, am famished after that intense game."
"Yes it was quite intense," Rai agreed, "Although I'm not really that hungry..."
Frowning, Kamechirou asked, "Can you keep me company? I'll make you a grilled cheese sandwich?"
"I can keep you company, but I think I'll settle for a nice pear," Rai answered, passing the visor to Kame, "And since the game is over, you can have this visor."
"Okay," Kamechirou compromised, but fully planned on shoving a sandwich down the other man's throat. "No," he shook his head, pushing it back to Rai, "Keep it. As a reminder of how utterly awesome we are."
"Uh..Okay then," Rai said, taking the visor back, "Let's go then."
"Yes!" Kamechirou exclaimed, departing from the courts with Rai. Behind them, he left a group of teens wanting to gouge out their eyes from the pain of having their favorite game slaughtered so crudely.
Sanada Kamechirou was proud of their efforts.
What: The Best Worst Tennis Match Ever To Be Played
When: Saturday, Feb. 21st
Rating: PG
Feel free to comment with your character's reaction to the match of insanity!
Hearing the knock, Rai didn't bother to put on a shirt, simply walking over to open the door and pull Sanada in, closing it behind them. "Hello Sanada," he greeted politely, sitting back down on his bed and tossing the two shirts at the man, "Help me choose please?"
"Chose what?" Kamechirou was a bit distracted by the half naked to actually focus on what on earth Rai asked him. Sure, Shishido Rai was skinny, but Sanada did not mind. More the challenge to thicken him up! "Oh," he noticed the two shirts on the bed. "Lime green, definitely," he pointed to his own shirt. "I was wearing pink first, and it matches this lovely visor," Kamechirou pulled a green sparkly visor from his bag.
Rai nodded and quickly put on the shirt, noticing the visor only after he'd gotten it on. "...I'm supposed to wear that?" he asked, buttoning all the buttons as he stared.
"No," Kamechirou shook his head, "You plant them. Then you will have lots of green sparkly baby visors for next year."
"...I don't think that's possible," Rai answered, taking the visor to examine it.
And I thought he was smart, "Of course you wear it, silly. It blocks the glare from the sun." Not that the issue was particularly worriesome for them.
"Ah," Rai articulated, not really wanting to put it on quite yet, "Do you have rackets and stuff?"
"Yes," Kamechirou grinned, and sing-songed innocuously. He had color coded the rackets to match their visors and coated them with the leftover purple sparkles from the races. They were perfect and wonderful. "Are you ready to suck ass!"
"Yes I am," Rai answered, putting the visor on reluctantly and standing up, "Are they in racket bags?"
"Most excellent," Kamechirou strode out into the hallway, working the short shorts for all they were worth. They were fun, and silly to wear, though he infinitely preferred the comfort of a hakama. "Yes they are, Silly Skinny," he tossed one to Rai.
Catching the bag, Rai glared slightly, following Kame, "Let’s go then," he said, starting to jog down the hallway.
Sanada Kamechirou and Shishido Rai walked into the tennis court. Kamechirou made sure to exude an air of intense competition. Quick, he had to think of some taunting. "...You....have feet!"
Rai stared for a moment, wondering what Sanada was trying to do, then realized that that was supposed to have been an insult. "And you have ears," He said, in an insulting tone, walking to one side of the court and taking the racket out of the case, staring at the colour coded sparklyness of it for a minute before turning back to his 'opponent', "You ready to lose?" he asked, tucking a ball into his pocket.
"Yeah!" Kamechirou goaded, "I have ears to smell out of!" what else was one supposed to do with ears. Giggling slightly, he struggled to keep a straight face and wondered if he had had too much Red Bull. Then he rethought that -- there was no such thing as too much Red Bull. Wielding his pink sparkly racket, he pointed it at Rai in a most dramatic fashion, "You, will be the loser of this epic match between fierce and skilled opponents."
Rai flinched at the idiocy of the statement and pointed his lime green pink sparkled racket, "I will not be doing any such thing. On the contrary you will be the looser of the awesome match between great tennis players," he nearly winced at the ridiculous sentence.
"We are the best tennis players on the planet," Kamechirou agreed, "However, I am the greater, and therefore will permit you to serve first."
Rai coughed slightly and pulled a sparkly golden ball out of his pocket, brandishing his racket, "Be awed by my amazing serve," he said, moving back to the service line and throwing the ball up in the air, hitting it hard towards the other court. Well, over the other court actually, and over the back fence too, near the pool he thought, by the direction. Ah well, they had quite a few balls with them, some of them more ridiculous than others.
"I am awed," Kamechirou grinned, watching the ball arc over the fence. "You scored a touchdown, you get six points! Now it's my turn to his the sparkly ball thing!"
"I don't think you could top that if your life depended on it," Rai jibed, holding in his laughter. Standing near the middle of the court, he waited to see what Kame would do.
"Just you wait," Kamechirou bounced the tennis ball on the ground and made an intensely serious look. Throwing the ball up in the air, he watched it fall slowly and swung his racket as hard as he could at it...
And got nothing but air, and ended up smacking himself in the face with the gut of the racket.
Rai covered a snicker with a cough, "For that follow through, I think you should get three points," he commented, tossing his own racket from hand to hand once...before dropping it. He picked it up again and pulled out a fluorescent green tennis ball, "My serve," he said, throwing the ball up and swinging his own racket (after having waited for Sanada to recover of course), managing to hit it into the other man's court this time.
"Right oh! It's seven to three, but never fear, I will catch up!" he cackled, running at the ball moving into his court. Swinging his racket down, he karate chopped the ball with his racket to hit the ground hard and bounce vertically into the air over the net and turn out very high over the other side.
Watching the ball bounce, Rai remembered that he was supposed to hit it and ran forwrd, nearly as fast as his little brother, to catch the ball (having dropped the racket a moment ago), "I think not! I will definitely win!" he said, brandishing the ball in Sanada's general direction.
Raising a hand to his forehead, Sanada pretended to swoon and swayed to the ground. "That is some pose Rai-chan! You get four points for that!" Scooting around on his knees, Kamechirou waved his racket around in the air, "Throw it! I want to hit the sparkley!"
"Alright here it comes!" Rai said, throwing the ball as hard as he could...in the wrong direction, "Ooops... Your serve," he said, adjusting his visor.
"You better get ready," rising to his feet, the tall, built man drew himself to full height. "I've been practicing this for quite some time now," he looked intensely into Rai's side of the court. He threw the ball very high up in the air, kicked his leg back like a baseball pitcher and creamed the ball as it came down. Unfortunately, that sparkly ball would never be seen or heard from ever again. Shielding his eyes from the sun, Kamechirou tried to follow the ball and failed, "I should get ten points for that one. It's a mega touchdown."
"Yeah you're right," Rai said, whistling as the sparkly ball disappeared, "But I'll catch up with my next serve!" he declared, going over to his bag and picking out a ball. Tossing it up in the air from the bench where he was standing, he used the racket like a baseball bat and aimed near Kame's foot, hitting the ball in that direction.
As he watched the tennis ball arch towards his foot, Kamechirou forgot about the rackets completely and gave the ball a swift kick into Rai's side of the court.
Running towards the ball, Rai managed to swing the racket at it...hit it...and whacked himself on the head with it, "...Ouch..." he said, a bit stunned from the hit.
"Good follow through, Rai-chan!" Kamechirou called, a bit worried. Hopping the net, he dashed forward to put his hands lightly on either side of Rai's face to tilt his head and examine the point of contact. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine," Rai answered, pointing at the ball that was lying in Kame's court, "But I think that means a point for me."
"Well lookie there," Kamechirou averted his eyes to the ball in his own court. Pondering for a moment, he made a horrified face and a gasp, pointing over to one side, "HOLY CRAP! LOOK AT THAT!"
Rai made a surprised face and looked at where Kame was pointing, tilting his head slightly, "I don't see anything..." he said, looking at the other man.
While Rai was distracted by Kamechirou's flailing and pointing, the older Sanada had secretly pulled a tennis ball from his pocket and placed it between Rai's feet. "There's a ball in your court too!" he winked, "I guess we're tied then."
Rai looked down at the ball, then glared, "Let's try again! I'm sure I'll beat you!" he said, picking up the ball with his tennis racket, which he hadn't let go of, and bouncing it (properly for once).
"I don't think you can," Kamechirou stated, posing and adjusting his visor. "I'm just way too good at tennis."
"I think not!" Rai said, tossing up the ball with his racket and throwing it onto Kame's court, "See, there's another ball in your court!"
Flashing his eyes competitively, Kamechirou emptied his pocket of all the tennis balls he had. Crossing his arms, he stuck out his stud-clad tongue petulantly at Rai.
Rai tossed the balls he had in his pockets over to Kame's side, glaring slightly.
Counting the balls on his side of the court, Kamechirou smirked and replied, "Looks like I have more balls."
Rai started picking up balls and throwing them over to the other man's court, smiling slightly, "I think you'll have to count again."
"There are more balls on my side of the court, thus I have more balls," he could turn any situation in his favor.
Rai sweatdropped, "Ah, but I have you on my side of the court," he retorted, adjusting his shiny lime green visor again.
"Hmmm," Kamechirou sidled over to Rai, completely forgetting about the spectators. "Maybe there are more balls on your side of the court after all," he rested his hands on the shorter man's shoulders.
Rai scoffed, "There always have been," he said, looking up slightly at Kame, "You just didn't realize it until now.
"Hmm....nope," Sanada Kamechirou's eyes sparkled. Leaning down slowly, he turned his head left and placed a quick, but firm kiss on Rai's lip. "I think I have more balls," he stated, as he pulled back.
Rai stared for a minute in shock, then smirked, "Who said I was talking about mine?" he asked, crossing his arms amusedly and ignoring their spectators for a moment.
"So you admit it," he raised an eyebrow.
"I never said that," Rai answered, raising his own eyebrow in response.
"You did," Kamechirou pouted, "You totally did."
Rai frowned slightly, "What exactly is it that I said to make you think that?" he asked, adjusting his visor so he could see Kame better.
"....." Kamechirou made a look of intense concentration, "...I forgot."
Rai nearly fell over, but managed to avoid it, partly due to the hands on his shoulders, "Then you have no proof that I said any such thing," he said, smirking.
"I totally do," Kamechirou insisted, "Somewhere, in the deep recesses of my Red Bull charged mind, I do."
"You do not," Rai answered, "And how much red bull have you had today?"
"BUT OH I DO! Only like..." Kamechirou pondered. He drank all the cases he picked up at the convenience store the night before, "Like six or seven cases or so."
Rai stared silently, lost for words. How the heck had the other man gotten so much red bull, and drunk it all so fast?
Kamechirou winked at Rai. "My balls are awesome," he stated controversially.
"I wouldn't know," Rai answered, finding his words again... but I might want to find out later, he added silently.
Pointing over to his side of the court, he pouted at Rai, "You should know. I mean, look at the great mass. So many balls."
"It depends on the size," Rai pointed out, pointing to a clump of balls in his court.
"Well," Kamechirou explained, "I am not exactly sure. There might have to be some experimentation on ball size to know for sure."
"Maybe," Rai agreed, "Hey I thought we were playing 'tennis'," he said, remembering why they were in the ultra ridiculour tennis wear.
"Um, we did. I won, remember silly!" Kamechirou, put his hands behind his head and grinned widely.
"You did not," Rai answered, "I believe your words were "there are more balls on your side of the court after all"," he said, raising an eyebrow at Kame.
"You just don't want to admit that you lost," he shook his head and pretended to look very disappointed in Rai.
"You're ridiculous," Rai said, shaking his head at Kame.
"Nope," he replied cheekily, winking, "I'm Kame."
"No," Rai disagreed, "You're Kamechirou."
"You don't know that," he frowned.
"Yes I do," Rai said, pulling a paper out of his pocket that had Kame's full name written on it.
Blinking, the older Sanada took a look at the paper, "What is that?"
"Your name," Rai answered, handing the paper to Kame.
"...Why do you have a piece of paper with my not name on it in your pocket?" he asked, quite confused.
"..." Rai stayed silent at that question, blushing slightly, "...no reason?"
"Rai-chan~" Kamechirou sidled up to the smaller man, "Why do you have a slip of paper with my anti-name in your pocket?"
"Your anti-name?" Rai asked, ignoring the question completely, "What's that?"
"The name that may once have been my name but no longer bears any connection, resemblence or meteor shower to my person," he stated immediately. "Now answer my question," Kamechirou pouted at Rai.
Rai pouted back at Kame, reaching into his pocket for the last tennis ball and dropping it on the ground, "Now we're even," he said, hoping to divert the conversation.
"I still say I win, and I also say that you are avoiding the question," Kamechirou put a finger in Rai's face, "Your psychobabble ways do not have any effect on The Kame."
"Who said I was avoiding the question?" Rai asked, continuing to avoid the question, "And what is "Psychobabble"?"
"Psychobabble is talking around the question," he informed, "I am not so easily distracted as you seem to think I am." Sanada Kamechirou was only weak against energy drinks, shiny objects, cookies and metal sporks.
Rai pulled his lime green visor off, waving it at Kame, "It was in the tennis bag?" he said, shifting where he stood to stand in a more comfortable position, "And you do know there are people watching right?"
"I doubt that," he pouted, "Oh yeah..." Kamechirou remembered. "Think I should tap dance for them, or did our every so amazing match scar them enough?"
"Why don't you tap dance? Maybe they'll be amazed by your dancing skills," Rai said, wincing at the thought of the match. It had been pretty bad, when he thought back to it.
"...But I don't have my tap shoes," Kamechirou recalled, drooping slightly. The pink visor on his head, coupled with the bright pink shirt only served to negate his expression.
"Wait...you can tap dance?" Rai asked, just realizing what Kame had said.
"I can everything dance!" Kamechirou admitted proudly. "Except for ballet point, I tried and broke my big toe," he frowned.
"Why don't you do a river dance or something then?" Rai suggested.
"But I don't have my clogs either!" he stated, as though it were obvious.
"Then do some other dance?" Rai said, sitting down cross legged on the court.
"What dances can I do?" Kamechirou pondered, putting a hand on his chin. "Well, pole dancing is out, since there are no poles and we are in the company of little 'uns. Ballroom is out, since I need a partner, unless you are willing~ I'll do some break dancing if you beatbox for me," Kamechirou winked.
"...Why did you learn to pole dance...?" Rai asked, staring at Kame for a moment, "And no, I will not ballroom dance with you."
"It's useful," Kamechirou stated vaguely, not at all embarrassed. "Do you know how to?"
"...Yes I know how to ballroom dance, and I can't see how pole dancing would be useful," Rai said, looking up at Kame from his seat on the ground.
"Then will you dance with me sometime?" he asked hopefully. "Well, it's awfully useful for when you're working at a club. Although, now I just serve drinks," he revealed.
"...Maybe..." Rai answered, "And I didn't really want to know that..."
"Please," Kamechirou gave Rai puppy eyes. "Then why did you ask?"
"...I did?" Rai asked, momentarily forgetting his earlier question, "And like I said, maybe."
"Yes, you did," he replied sheepishly. "Would you like some lunch?" he asked, changing the topic from pole dancing. Even he was a bit ashamed of that. "I for one, am famished after that intense game."
"Yes it was quite intense," Rai agreed, "Although I'm not really that hungry..."
Frowning, Kamechirou asked, "Can you keep me company? I'll make you a grilled cheese sandwich?"
"I can keep you company, but I think I'll settle for a nice pear," Rai answered, passing the visor to Kame, "And since the game is over, you can have this visor."
"Okay," Kamechirou compromised, but fully planned on shoving a sandwich down the other man's throat. "No," he shook his head, pushing it back to Rai, "Keep it. As a reminder of how utterly awesome we are."
"Uh..Okay then," Rai said, taking the visor back, "Let's go then."
"Yes!" Kamechirou exclaimed, departing from the courts with Rai. Behind them, he left a group of teens wanting to gouge out their eyes from the pain of having their favorite game slaughtered so crudely.
Sanada Kamechirou was proud of their efforts.