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Prince Cafe - Chapter 05
Title: The Prince Cafe
Chapter: 05
Fandom: Tenipuri
Pairings: Some TezuxAtobe, TezuxFuji and maaaaaaybe GP if you squint hard. A thrown away line for InuxKai.
Disclaimer: Original series belong to Konomi-sensei. I take absolutely zero claim for this.
Idea for this story was inspired by the newest set of clear cards with "The Prince Cafe" theme.
Author's Note: I apologize for this being slightly shorter than my usual length. My roommate will not leave me alone long enough for me to type this. Grr...
===
Chapter 05 – Unexpected Outcomes
At the sound of the explosion from the kitchens, the five people at the bar rushed into the back of the café to check on the damage that was done. What greeted them was a disturbing, though probably not unexpected, sight.
Sitting in the middle of the kitchen were the three first years clinging to each other in fear and horror. To the right was a roaring fire on the middle stove. Underneath, billows of smoke were squeezing out of the tightly shut oven, a foreboding hint at the disaster within. Dripping from the ceiling fan was a pile of noodles and pink colored broth. Over the pristine walls was splattered something that resembled Inui Juice. The Seigaku Regulars and their prior buchou decided that it was better to remain suspicious than to ask and remove all doubt.
“Well, I suppose we won’t be able to continue our services,” Yamato observed cheerily, looking for all the world without a care that the kitchen had been turned into a code one disaster area. Making an about turn, he led the Seigaku Regulars and the still trembling first years out of the kitchen and into the dinning lobby, where he proceeded to announce, “Due to unforeseeable situations, we regretfully inform you that the Seigaku café is closing for the day. We apologize for the inconveniences this may cause you. If you are so inclined, we welcome you to come witness the match between Hyotei’s Atobe Keigo and our Seigaku’s Tezuka Kunimitsu that is taking place a few blocks from our establishment. Free refreshments will be provided as compensation.”
In seconds, the customers in the café had cleared out, leaving only the Seigaku Regulars and their former buchou standing amongst the overturned chairs.
“Yamato-sempai, are you sure that was a good idea?” Although Oishi was not one to question authority and was open-minded to almost any type of unconventional training, even he was slightly concerned with the chaos that Yamato had seemingly led them into.
“Observing a match between two of the best tennis players in Japan will do wonders for inspiring the team.” Yamato waved at his kohai-tachi and began putting out the fires in a methodic manner. The others followed his example and in minutes the entire café had been safely secured and locked up.
As Yamato finished locking the doors and flipping the sign to read “Closed”, Fuji asked, “What about Tezuka’s arm?”
“It’s completely healed, right?” Yamato questioned as a reply, swinging the key ring on a finger and leading the team towards the nearby street courts.
“Hai. But – ”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about.”
“But should we encourage him to push himself?” This time it was Echizen who, in a rare display of caring, expressed his concern.
“Yes, there is a 73.4% chance that Tezuka would force himself to his limits despite this being a practice match,” Inui added.
“While using things that had just been repaired is always reason for concern, even the best of machinery need to be calibrated before becoming fully functional.”
The words of reassurance seemed to have placated most of the worries. And those who were not placated realized that any more arguments were futile. Finally, in a burst of optimism, Oishi encouraged the rest of the team, “All right, everyone. In name of exercise, we’ll sprint to the street courts to watch the match.”
“Good idea. And the last one there will get to drink my special Super Deluxe Golden Remix version 2.3 Inui Juice.”
Immediately the Seigaku Regulars were off, leaving behind Yamato and a trail of dust.
*
At the street courts, the two buchous were warming up, only to find that they were suddenly surrounded by spectators from the café, and then some. Before either one could form a question about the whys and wherefores, a familiar voice popped up asking, “Wai! Atobe gets to play Tezuka? No fair! I want to play too!”
Tezuka looked up just in time to see Sengoku fling himself onto the still bent over Atobe, making the latter boy grunt with exertion. Atobe shot Sengoku an annoyed look before shrugging him off and finishing his stretches.
“I apologize. I’ve only agreed to one match with Atobe and need to return to the café afterwards. I had left it in — ”
Before Tezuka could finish, another voice spoke up from behind him. “Hey, you can play against our buchou once you beat me.” Turning around, Tezuka found Momoshiro standing with his racquet in one hand and a ball in the other. Off to his side was the rest of the Seigaku Regulars, each looking ready for a match. He was just prepared to ask why they were at the street courts instead of tending to the café when he was once again interrupted by yet another hyperactive voice.
“Na, there’s a practice match against Seigaku? I call dibs on playing Fuji-kun!” Out of nowhere, Kirihara Akaya came up to drape himself over Atobe, once again making the Hyotei buchou grunt from the extra weight on his back. Throwing off the unwanted presence, Atobe shot a look of loathing at Kirihara, focusing his annoyance at the interruption of his match with Tezuka onto the newest appearance.
“What are you doing here?” Kaidoh asked bluntly.
Tezuka moved to reprimand his teammate for his despicable lack of grace when someone commented, “In that case, I would like a match with Tezuka-kun.” Behind Kirihara, Sanada’s stern presence appeared.
“What?” Atobe cried with incredulity and turned to face the newest new comer. “Ore-sama demanded a match with Tezuka first and it will be ore-sama who will play him.”
“Why don’t we decide which one of you gets to play Tezuka through a match? Winner plays Tezuka first?” Fuji suggested sweetly with a smile on his face and sadistic twinkle in his eye.
By this time, Tezuka had given up trying to figure out why any of these people were here. He was only concerned with why his teammates seemed to have blithely abandoned the café in direct defiance to his orders and what was Yamato buchou thinking letting these kids deviate so far from the training menu. Finding his fukubuchou, he asked Oishi, “Where is Yamato buchou and why are you all here?”
Leading Tezuka off to the side, Oishi began a long and drawn out account of the events that had led the Seigaku Regulars, minus Kawamura who was at the hospital with their poisoned customer, to the street courts. Tezuka closed his eyes and rubbed at the bridge of his nose in an uncharacteristic display of frustration.
Meanwhile, Atobe and Sanada had fallen into a silent contest of wills, eyes boring into each other, daring the other to back down and ignoring any suggestions of resolution being suggested by the other tennis players around them. Kirihara stubbornly ignored Fuji’s impassiveness and continued to hound him for an unofficial rematch. Sengoku, after telling Momoshiro that he had no intent on repeating a match with someone who clearly was all brute and no strategy, began wheedling Echizen for a match, as recompense for the time that Echizen had hit the ball into his face, which Echizen had absolutely no recollection of. Amongst the arguing members, Kamio had dragged Ibu into the hodgepodge and demanded to erase his loss at Kaidoh’s hand by challenging the second year to a doubles match. Inui had gladly volunteered to play with Kaidoh against the Fudomine pair despite Kaidoh’s own vehement refusals. Seeing no one had asked him and feeling just a little left out from the excitement, Kikumaru then loudly announced to all that were present that the Golden Pair would like a practice match with anyone interested, thereby dragging his partner unwittingly into the mix. The announcement was met with an answer in the form of Hyotei’s Shishido-Ohtori pair, who explained that they came to see the chaos out of morbid fascination after hearing Mukahi’s accounts.
Loosing what little patience he had, Tezuka bellowed, “Silence!” A pin was heard echoing through the immediately quiet court.
“I see we’ll need to organize a full match,” Yamato stepped in, still smiling serenely and making the most of the stunned silence. “Doubles 2, Fudomine’s Kamio-Ibu pair versus Seigaku Inui-Kaidoh pair. Doubles 1, Hyotei Shishido-Ohtori pair versus Seigaku Oishi-Kikumaru pair. Singles 3, Yamabuki Sengoku versus Seigaku Echizen. Singles 2, Rikkaidai Kirihara versus Seigaku Fuji. And Singles 1, ah, Tezuka, who would you like to play against?”
“Atobe,” Tezuka replied without hesitation.
“And Singles 1, Hyotei Atobe versus Tezuka,” Yamato finished his announcement with a clap of his hands. “Now, shall we begin?”
“Hey, wait a minute.” Kamio suddenly broke out of his shock. “We need an impartial referee.”
Yamato nodded in agreement, peering through the crowd for a suitable referee. Suddenly, Fuji pulled a boy with bleached hair out of the gathered bodies and said, “Let Saeki do it.”
“Uh, Fuji…” Saeki began to protest as he tried to extract himself from Fuji’s grip. “I really don’t think…I mean, my school isn’t involved…”
“Perfect,” Yamato cut in. “Since your school is not involved, we will have no question that you will be impartial, ne?”
In seconds, Saeki found himself pressed into the referee’s seat by the side of the court and a pair on each side of the net, the rest of the crowed surrounding the courts to watch the game.
Shooting Fuji one last desperate look for help and finding the Seigaku tensai busily glaring at the Hyotei buchou who was still staring down Sanada despite the announced resolution, Saeki announced listlessly, “Fudomine Kamio-Ibu pair versus Seigaku Inui-Kaidoh pair. Seigaku Inui to serve.”
Title: The Prince Cafe
Chapter: 05
Fandom: Tenipuri
Pairings: Some TezuxAtobe, TezuxFuji and maaaaaaybe GP if you squint hard. A thrown away line for InuxKai.
Disclaimer: Original series belong to Konomi-sensei. I take absolutely zero claim for this.
Idea for this story was inspired by the newest set of clear cards with "The Prince Cafe" theme.
Author's Note: I apologize for this being slightly shorter than my usual length. My roommate will not leave me alone long enough for me to type this. Grr...
===
Chapter 05 – Unexpected Outcomes
At the sound of the explosion from the kitchens, the five people at the bar rushed into the back of the café to check on the damage that was done. What greeted them was a disturbing, though probably not unexpected, sight.
Sitting in the middle of the kitchen were the three first years clinging to each other in fear and horror. To the right was a roaring fire on the middle stove. Underneath, billows of smoke were squeezing out of the tightly shut oven, a foreboding hint at the disaster within. Dripping from the ceiling fan was a pile of noodles and pink colored broth. Over the pristine walls was splattered something that resembled Inui Juice. The Seigaku Regulars and their prior buchou decided that it was better to remain suspicious than to ask and remove all doubt.
“Well, I suppose we won’t be able to continue our services,” Yamato observed cheerily, looking for all the world without a care that the kitchen had been turned into a code one disaster area. Making an about turn, he led the Seigaku Regulars and the still trembling first years out of the kitchen and into the dinning lobby, where he proceeded to announce, “Due to unforeseeable situations, we regretfully inform you that the Seigaku café is closing for the day. We apologize for the inconveniences this may cause you. If you are so inclined, we welcome you to come witness the match between Hyotei’s Atobe Keigo and our Seigaku’s Tezuka Kunimitsu that is taking place a few blocks from our establishment. Free refreshments will be provided as compensation.”
In seconds, the customers in the café had cleared out, leaving only the Seigaku Regulars and their former buchou standing amongst the overturned chairs.
“Yamato-sempai, are you sure that was a good idea?” Although Oishi was not one to question authority and was open-minded to almost any type of unconventional training, even he was slightly concerned with the chaos that Yamato had seemingly led them into.
“Observing a match between two of the best tennis players in Japan will do wonders for inspiring the team.” Yamato waved at his kohai-tachi and began putting out the fires in a methodic manner. The others followed his example and in minutes the entire café had been safely secured and locked up.
As Yamato finished locking the doors and flipping the sign to read “Closed”, Fuji asked, “What about Tezuka’s arm?”
“It’s completely healed, right?” Yamato questioned as a reply, swinging the key ring on a finger and leading the team towards the nearby street courts.
“Hai. But – ”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about.”
“But should we encourage him to push himself?” This time it was Echizen who, in a rare display of caring, expressed his concern.
“Yes, there is a 73.4% chance that Tezuka would force himself to his limits despite this being a practice match,” Inui added.
“While using things that had just been repaired is always reason for concern, even the best of machinery need to be calibrated before becoming fully functional.”
The words of reassurance seemed to have placated most of the worries. And those who were not placated realized that any more arguments were futile. Finally, in a burst of optimism, Oishi encouraged the rest of the team, “All right, everyone. In name of exercise, we’ll sprint to the street courts to watch the match.”
“Good idea. And the last one there will get to drink my special Super Deluxe Golden Remix version 2.3 Inui Juice.”
Immediately the Seigaku Regulars were off, leaving behind Yamato and a trail of dust.
*
At the street courts, the two buchous were warming up, only to find that they were suddenly surrounded by spectators from the café, and then some. Before either one could form a question about the whys and wherefores, a familiar voice popped up asking, “Wai! Atobe gets to play Tezuka? No fair! I want to play too!”
Tezuka looked up just in time to see Sengoku fling himself onto the still bent over Atobe, making the latter boy grunt with exertion. Atobe shot Sengoku an annoyed look before shrugging him off and finishing his stretches.
“I apologize. I’ve only agreed to one match with Atobe and need to return to the café afterwards. I had left it in — ”
Before Tezuka could finish, another voice spoke up from behind him. “Hey, you can play against our buchou once you beat me.” Turning around, Tezuka found Momoshiro standing with his racquet in one hand and a ball in the other. Off to his side was the rest of the Seigaku Regulars, each looking ready for a match. He was just prepared to ask why they were at the street courts instead of tending to the café when he was once again interrupted by yet another hyperactive voice.
“Na, there’s a practice match against Seigaku? I call dibs on playing Fuji-kun!” Out of nowhere, Kirihara Akaya came up to drape himself over Atobe, once again making the Hyotei buchou grunt from the extra weight on his back. Throwing off the unwanted presence, Atobe shot a look of loathing at Kirihara, focusing his annoyance at the interruption of his match with Tezuka onto the newest appearance.
“What are you doing here?” Kaidoh asked bluntly.
Tezuka moved to reprimand his teammate for his despicable lack of grace when someone commented, “In that case, I would like a match with Tezuka-kun.” Behind Kirihara, Sanada’s stern presence appeared.
“What?” Atobe cried with incredulity and turned to face the newest new comer. “Ore-sama demanded a match with Tezuka first and it will be ore-sama who will play him.”
“Why don’t we decide which one of you gets to play Tezuka through a match? Winner plays Tezuka first?” Fuji suggested sweetly with a smile on his face and sadistic twinkle in his eye.
By this time, Tezuka had given up trying to figure out why any of these people were here. He was only concerned with why his teammates seemed to have blithely abandoned the café in direct defiance to his orders and what was Yamato buchou thinking letting these kids deviate so far from the training menu. Finding his fukubuchou, he asked Oishi, “Where is Yamato buchou and why are you all here?”
Leading Tezuka off to the side, Oishi began a long and drawn out account of the events that had led the Seigaku Regulars, minus Kawamura who was at the hospital with their poisoned customer, to the street courts. Tezuka closed his eyes and rubbed at the bridge of his nose in an uncharacteristic display of frustration.
Meanwhile, Atobe and Sanada had fallen into a silent contest of wills, eyes boring into each other, daring the other to back down and ignoring any suggestions of resolution being suggested by the other tennis players around them. Kirihara stubbornly ignored Fuji’s impassiveness and continued to hound him for an unofficial rematch. Sengoku, after telling Momoshiro that he had no intent on repeating a match with someone who clearly was all brute and no strategy, began wheedling Echizen for a match, as recompense for the time that Echizen had hit the ball into his face, which Echizen had absolutely no recollection of. Amongst the arguing members, Kamio had dragged Ibu into the hodgepodge and demanded to erase his loss at Kaidoh’s hand by challenging the second year to a doubles match. Inui had gladly volunteered to play with Kaidoh against the Fudomine pair despite Kaidoh’s own vehement refusals. Seeing no one had asked him and feeling just a little left out from the excitement, Kikumaru then loudly announced to all that were present that the Golden Pair would like a practice match with anyone interested, thereby dragging his partner unwittingly into the mix. The announcement was met with an answer in the form of Hyotei’s Shishido-Ohtori pair, who explained that they came to see the chaos out of morbid fascination after hearing Mukahi’s accounts.
Loosing what little patience he had, Tezuka bellowed, “Silence!” A pin was heard echoing through the immediately quiet court.
“I see we’ll need to organize a full match,” Yamato stepped in, still smiling serenely and making the most of the stunned silence. “Doubles 2, Fudomine’s Kamio-Ibu pair versus Seigaku Inui-Kaidoh pair. Doubles 1, Hyotei Shishido-Ohtori pair versus Seigaku Oishi-Kikumaru pair. Singles 3, Yamabuki Sengoku versus Seigaku Echizen. Singles 2, Rikkaidai Kirihara versus Seigaku Fuji. And Singles 1, ah, Tezuka, who would you like to play against?”
“Atobe,” Tezuka replied without hesitation.
“And Singles 1, Hyotei Atobe versus Tezuka,” Yamato finished his announcement with a clap of his hands. “Now, shall we begin?”
“Hey, wait a minute.” Kamio suddenly broke out of his shock. “We need an impartial referee.”
Yamato nodded in agreement, peering through the crowd for a suitable referee. Suddenly, Fuji pulled a boy with bleached hair out of the gathered bodies and said, “Let Saeki do it.”
“Uh, Fuji…” Saeki began to protest as he tried to extract himself from Fuji’s grip. “I really don’t think…I mean, my school isn’t involved…”
“Perfect,” Yamato cut in. “Since your school is not involved, we will have no question that you will be impartial, ne?”
In seconds, Saeki found himself pressed into the referee’s seat by the side of the court and a pair on each side of the net, the rest of the crowed surrounding the courts to watch the game.
Shooting Fuji one last desperate look for help and finding the Seigaku tensai busily glaring at the Hyotei buchou who was still staring down Sanada despite the announced resolution, Saeki announced listlessly, “Fudomine Kamio-Ibu pair versus Seigaku Inui-Kaidoh pair. Seigaku Inui to serve.”