Title: A Pride of Lions Fandom: PoT Rating: G Pairings: Eh...none really...Sanada/Yukimura I guess. Notes: Eh. Inspired by recent events (see last entry) and the vague memory of a fic referring to Rikkaidai as a pride of lions in defense of their buchou if Fudomine was a pack of wolves.
"You're home late today, Genichirou."
Sanada turned at the disapproving tone of his father and bowed as was appropriate behavior.
"Gomen nasai, Otou-san. I was helping S...Yukimura-buchou getting used to moving back from the hospital." He caught himself on the familiar term.
A thoughtful look crossed the elder Sanada's face. "Ah, yes. Yukimura was the name of your tennis club buchou, wasn't it. How is he doing?"
Sanada blinked at the unaccustomed question to Yukimura's well-being. "Aa. The doctors say he will completely recover from his illness in time..."
But his father waved away the reply impatiently. "I wasn't speaking of that, Genichirou. I was talking about the robbery."
The younger Sanada froze. "...Robbery?"
"Yes, I just realized the name I saw on that incident report...Yukimura Seichi, was familiar because he was your tennis club buchou. A pity that such a thing happened--Genichirou? Where are you going?"
"I just remembered that we have another club meeting today, Otou-san. Please have dinner without me." With that, the younger Sanada was out of the room.
The elder frowned, muttering, "honestly, that boy could stand to be a little more disciplined."
A prefecture away, one sadist mad scientist in training was roused out of his latest experiment by the ringing of his phone.
"Sadaharu. I wish to obtain a sample of your latest... culinary experiment."
Inui grinned as he leaned back in his swivel chair, a pencil idly twirling in his hand.
"Ah, Renji. Have you decided to try out my training menus on your team after all?"
The pencil clattered to the desk unheeded. Inui slowly raised an eyebrow, not sure whether to feel sympathy for the victim of his best friend's...ire.
"I'll have it sent as soon as possible."
"My feet are killing me," whined a certain redheaded tensai...from Rikkaidai. Marui Bunta tugged at the torn and scruffed up clothing that had been sacrificed to their endeavour.
"We'll get 'im for sure this time," insisted his mischievous companion.
*Pop* went the bubblegum. "Ne, you really think this'll work, Niou? I don't think these people really believe you're...what are we again?"
"Of course it will," insisted Niou. "We're supposed to be delinquents. That way we can get information from other deliquents about whoever the guy is who--"
"Let's try that one," Marui broke in, his limited attention span breaking off the other boy's explanation. "I think he might be the one."
"How can you tell?"
"I'm a tensai." *Pop*
"Are you sure you're up to coming back to class?" Sanada asked cautiously.
"Saa, the doctors are sure, Genichirou," Yukimura gently admonished his overly worried fukubuchou.
"Ah yes..." Sanada cleared his throat uncertainly, and then, for lack of any better way to bring the matter up, plowed straight in. "Ah, I heard the police caught the thief who stole your wallet, Seichi."
"They did," Yukimura affirmed, "and I got my id card back at least. Though, I thought it was rather strange they supposedly found the man beaten up and half dead. What do the Americans say? 'There is no honor among thieves?' Saa. What an awful life."
"Er, yes." Sanada twitched minutely. "But I'm sure he deserved it..."
Waiting respectfully outside the door to the clubroom, Yagyuu leaned to whisper softly to Yanagi.
"Ne, are you sure we shouldn't tell Sanada the thief we roughed up wasn't the right one? And that the guy who was caught was actually beaten up by Yamabuki's monster Akutsu for unrelated reasons?"
Yanagi shrugged slightly. "Really, we shouldn't stress Genichirou any further before he snaps, Hiroshi."
Behind them, Jackal shuddered and mumbled something about "Puff the Magic Dragon".
"Yeah," Niou leaned in conspiratorially. "Besides...the guy has to get out of prison sometime, ne?"
Yanagi smiled coldly. Yagyuu sighed in resignation. Marui popped his gum.