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imaginedyou) wrote2010-01-10 09:06 pm
imaginedyou) wrote2010-01-10 09:06 pm
Warning [Yukimura, Tezuka, Fuji. Rikkai, inspired by Traditions 'verse]
title: Warning
fandom: Prince of Tennis
characters: Yukimura, Tezuka, Fuji. Rikkai.
wordcount: 909 Words.
summary: Yukimura just wants to pass on a 'friendly warning'.
notes: canon-set alternate reality. Inspired by Cyn's Traditions universe but not directly related because the details are completely different.
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"How are things shaping up for the regionals?" Yukimura asks, and everybody else looks away. Yanagi can feel Sanada staring directly at him in order to not have to meet Yukimura's eyes.
"We'll win," Yanagi says after a moment. He doesn't have to lie about that at least. "I would expect things to go much the same as usual, except-"
Yukimura is content to wait, but Yanagi does not finish his sentence.
"But?" He prompts.
"Seigaku appear to be much stronger than before this year," Yanagi says. "They are likely to reach the semi-finals, placing them within the top four."
The top four. The winners and runners-up. The chosen ones. Yukimura's mouth twists.
"Talk to Tezuka," he says. "Ask him to come and see me. If he is serious there are things he needs to know going into this."
"I'll tell him," Sanada says roughly.
"Ask, Sanada - don't tell," Yukimura manages a half-smile. "I don't need him refusing me over such a small issue."
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"He'll be there today," Sanada says into the phone, and Yukimura can hear the irritation in his voice.
"What happened?"
"Nothing," Sanada replies. "He just wasn't amused when I wouldn't tell him the reason you wished to see him."
"You could have just said it concerns the regionals. It doesn't have to be portrayed as the great conspiracy we know it truly is from the get-go."
"I did tell him that," Sanada says. "Perhaps he thinks you're going to rub his face in it and insist that we will win."
"Why would I need to dwell on anything so obvious?" Yukimura replies before he hangs up.
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"You're here," Tezuka says simply as he opens the door to the roof and finds Yukimura sitting on a bench.
"I'll wait downstairs," a voice says, and Yukimura catches a glance of one of Tezuka's teammates.
"Fuji Syuusuke," he says. "Seigaku's number two. Perhaps this is something you should hear, too."
Fuji gives Tezuka a look that asks his opinion before stepping onto the roof behind him. Tezuka stops short of the bench, but Fuji sits down, turning towards Yukimura.
"My team tells me you have a stronger chance in the regionals this year than ever before," Yukimura says. Tezuka betrays no response on his face, and Fuji simply watches Yukimura intently, knowing there is more. "I'm not going to discuss technicalities, but if you are strong enough to enter into the final four, there is something you need to know."
"And what is that?" Fuji asks carefully.
"There is a tradition involved amongst the highest-ranking teams," Yukimura says. He can feel himself drifting away, as though distancing himself from his own words as he speaks them. "You don't have to believe it, but at least accept the possibility or else you'll be in for a shock. Before my freshman year, Rikkai were successful, but they weren't winners. I spent the beginning of freshman year witnessing the second and third-year regulars receiving frequent requests for their... company, from the winners of the previous years tournament."
"Company?" Fuji asks. His eyes narrow. Perhaps Yukimura's emphasis on the word has given him an inkling of what it means.
"Once I had participated as a Regular at our first tournament, even as a freshman, I was fair game too. And my friends."
"Yukimura-"
"I made sure we won that year," Yukimura says softly. "And every year since. I will not be a part of it again. We may give off an air of superiority as a team, but it isn't just because we are confident. I swore I would never be tempted by the system, and so I let people think we believed we were above it. Rikkai are untouchable, they will not sully themselves by taking members of losing teams as our entertainment."
"I know what you're talking about," Tezuka says finally.
"Tezuka?" Fuji asks, turning in his seat. He gets no reply.
"I've been on our Regulars' team since the end of freshman year also. I've heard the rumours."
Yukimura smiles into his lap.
"I should have assumed," he says. "For someone who seems to object strenuously to gossip you seem to pick up a lot of things, Tezuka."
"Will someone inform me of what is going on?" Fuji asks.
"What you assume it is," Tezuka says flatly. "It is."
"So you see why there is no option for us but to win," Yukimura says, looking Tezuka dead in the eyes. "Hyotei Gakuen have a nasty reputation when it comes to this particular tradition, and Atobe Keigo gets more self-confident of surpassing their previous position with every passing year. I intend to see that their school are decimated."
"Rikkai won't be facing them," Tezuka replies. "Today we drew lots for the line-up. Hyotei are ours in the first round of Kantou."
"Prove your strength," Yukimura says firmly. "And meet Rikkai in the finals. I promise there will be no consequences."
"Thank you," Tezuka says, "and on the same note - if we beat you we will not be participating in this... tradition, either."
"If you beat us?" Yukimura asks with barely a breath. Tezuka has turned away to leave, and Yukimura's laugh is caught in his throat.
"It seems there is a higher motivation to win now," Fuji says. His hand rests on Yukimura's and squeezes for just a moment before Fuji is gone, following Tezuka down the stairs.
"Seigaku, beat us. Oh Tezuka," Yukimura murmurs to himself, "if it were you, I almost think I could do it willingly."
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fandom: Prince of Tennis
characters: Yukimura, Tezuka, Fuji. Rikkai.
wordcount: 909 Words.
summary: Yukimura just wants to pass on a 'friendly warning'.
notes: canon-set alternate reality. Inspired by Cyn's Traditions universe but not directly related because the details are completely different.
-
"How are things shaping up for the regionals?" Yukimura asks, and everybody else looks away. Yanagi can feel Sanada staring directly at him in order to not have to meet Yukimura's eyes.
"We'll win," Yanagi says after a moment. He doesn't have to lie about that at least. "I would expect things to go much the same as usual, except-"
Yukimura is content to wait, but Yanagi does not finish his sentence.
"But?" He prompts.
"Seigaku appear to be much stronger than before this year," Yanagi says. "They are likely to reach the semi-finals, placing them within the top four."
The top four. The winners and runners-up. The chosen ones. Yukimura's mouth twists.
"Talk to Tezuka," he says. "Ask him to come and see me. If he is serious there are things he needs to know going into this."
"I'll tell him," Sanada says roughly.
"Ask, Sanada - don't tell," Yukimura manages a half-smile. "I don't need him refusing me over such a small issue."
-
"He'll be there today," Sanada says into the phone, and Yukimura can hear the irritation in his voice.
"What happened?"
"Nothing," Sanada replies. "He just wasn't amused when I wouldn't tell him the reason you wished to see him."
"You could have just said it concerns the regionals. It doesn't have to be portrayed as the great conspiracy we know it truly is from the get-go."
"I did tell him that," Sanada says. "Perhaps he thinks you're going to rub his face in it and insist that we will win."
"Why would I need to dwell on anything so obvious?" Yukimura replies before he hangs up.
-
"You're here," Tezuka says simply as he opens the door to the roof and finds Yukimura sitting on a bench.
"I'll wait downstairs," a voice says, and Yukimura catches a glance of one of Tezuka's teammates.
"Fuji Syuusuke," he says. "Seigaku's number two. Perhaps this is something you should hear, too."
Fuji gives Tezuka a look that asks his opinion before stepping onto the roof behind him. Tezuka stops short of the bench, but Fuji sits down, turning towards Yukimura.
"My team tells me you have a stronger chance in the regionals this year than ever before," Yukimura says. Tezuka betrays no response on his face, and Fuji simply watches Yukimura intently, knowing there is more. "I'm not going to discuss technicalities, but if you are strong enough to enter into the final four, there is something you need to know."
"And what is that?" Fuji asks carefully.
"There is a tradition involved amongst the highest-ranking teams," Yukimura says. He can feel himself drifting away, as though distancing himself from his own words as he speaks them. "You don't have to believe it, but at least accept the possibility or else you'll be in for a shock. Before my freshman year, Rikkai were successful, but they weren't winners. I spent the beginning of freshman year witnessing the second and third-year regulars receiving frequent requests for their... company, from the winners of the previous years tournament."
"Company?" Fuji asks. His eyes narrow. Perhaps Yukimura's emphasis on the word has given him an inkling of what it means.
"Once I had participated as a Regular at our first tournament, even as a freshman, I was fair game too. And my friends."
"Yukimura-"
"I made sure we won that year," Yukimura says softly. "And every year since. I will not be a part of it again. We may give off an air of superiority as a team, but it isn't just because we are confident. I swore I would never be tempted by the system, and so I let people think we believed we were above it. Rikkai are untouchable, they will not sully themselves by taking members of losing teams as our entertainment."
"I know what you're talking about," Tezuka says finally.
"Tezuka?" Fuji asks, turning in his seat. He gets no reply.
"I've been on our Regulars' team since the end of freshman year also. I've heard the rumours."
Yukimura smiles into his lap.
"I should have assumed," he says. "For someone who seems to object strenuously to gossip you seem to pick up a lot of things, Tezuka."
"Will someone inform me of what is going on?" Fuji asks.
"What you assume it is," Tezuka says flatly. "It is."
"So you see why there is no option for us but to win," Yukimura says, looking Tezuka dead in the eyes. "Hyotei Gakuen have a nasty reputation when it comes to this particular tradition, and Atobe Keigo gets more self-confident of surpassing their previous position with every passing year. I intend to see that their school are decimated."
"Rikkai won't be facing them," Tezuka replies. "Today we drew lots for the line-up. Hyotei are ours in the first round of Kantou."
"Prove your strength," Yukimura says firmly. "And meet Rikkai in the finals. I promise there will be no consequences."
"Thank you," Tezuka says, "and on the same note - if we beat you we will not be participating in this... tradition, either."
"If you beat us?" Yukimura asks with barely a breath. Tezuka has turned away to leave, and Yukimura's laugh is caught in his throat.
"It seems there is a higher motivation to win now," Fuji says. His hand rests on Yukimura's and squeezes for just a moment before Fuji is gone, following Tezuka down the stairs.
"Seigaku, beat us. Oh Tezuka," Yukimura murmurs to himself, "if it were you, I almost think I could do it willingly."
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