Atobe: Atobe was the first, like the rat in the chinese astrology's tale. The sun drew its undyingly bright light against all that was around him. The green courts, the bleachers, the forested area nearby....The telltale grey and white colors of the jersey were enough for anyone to take notice of the one wearing it, and even more so did the purple hair and unforgettable beauty mark (NOT A MOLE!)

Atobe: And so, hereby stood, almost even stalked Atobe, awaiting his opponent on the street courts that were starting to be familiar to him.

Sengoku: ::running up the steps of the street courts, his silver-belled green scarf flapping along behind him like those streamers on those magical girls from that whatsit TV show:: ::does the boy never walk anywhere?::

Atobe: Atobe heard the rushed footsteps and looked over without turning his head. Sure enough, here was the one he was waiting for. Finally. He remembered last week's encounter and the following.. weirdness, shaking his head once. Rematch.

Sengoku: ::bounds into the scene, bells jingling away:: ::jumps up and down, waving:: Hello, Frec -- I mean, God!

Atobe: "...Frec-what?" Atobe frowned lightly, wondering what was going to get out of that mouth. "Also, if you were to meet a God, you would probably bow and worship.. not a simple 'hello. Wouldn't do at all"

Atobe: Nope, you can't change him.

Sengoku: ::looks completely unconcerned:: No, no, I pretty sure you're supposed to be familiar with God.

Atobe: "Not all Gods are like that, you know.." Atobe let out a light smirk. "...you can't insinuate that i,d let you be this familiar with me.."

Sengoku: Too late to complain now since I already am. ::winks as he moves closer to stand by Atobe instead of just being in the same general area::

Atobe: Atobe happens to move towards the courts the second Sengoku neared him. "Well, let's start this..."

Sengoku: ::cheers:: Alright! Game time!

Sengoku: ::trailing Atobe as he rummages one-handed in his bag for his racquet::

Atobe: Atobe nears the court and takes out his racket, leaving his bag nearby before going to the net. He's sure the orangehead will, again, babble about luck and serves... "Which?"

Sengoku: ::setting his bag aside as he finds the racquet, swishing it in an absent fashion:: Rough.

Atobe: And yea, it's rough.. duh.. even dice can't contradict luck. "Your serve" says God as he picks up his racket.

Sengoku: I keep telling you ... ::shakes his head:: ::heads for the serve box, bouncing the ball::

Atobe: Atobe doesn't care the least who serves and is already at the baseline, awaiting it eagerly. A rematch, eh? He'll try not to make it look like a rerun...

Sengoku: ::ball goes up, leaps, and smashes the ball while in the air:: ::yay for Kouhou!::

Atobe: Oh.. good, action. Atobe frowns lightly at the uncharacteristic serve and catches it, returning it with a topspin. It takes better than that to serve ace him.

Sengoku: ::hits ground, poised to on the balls of his feet, and uses the landing to propell him foreward in a leap-step-into-dash!:: ::the ball goes sailing back::

Atobe: Atobe dashes after the small yellow object and slams it back again, watching as it heads into the corner opposite to where Sengoku is.

Sengoku: ::swings from his movement as though he were a ball on the end of a string, jerked back toward the tennis-ball:: ::darts after it, swing, slam! it goes back::

Atobe: ..but Atobe was ready for it and came back near the net, enough to just jump at the ball and slam it in. Will it be first point?

Sengoku: ::and first point it is!:: ::did not even bother chasing that one to the net::

Atobe: Atobe gives an al-knowing smirk, strolling back to the baseline. He set a good pace, and intends to keep it to that.

Sengoku: ::doesn't look bothered in the slightest as he prepares for the next serve, in fact, he's smiling and bouncing as though the point never occurred:: ::did he eat sugar before he came?::

Atobe: Sugar or no, Atobe intends to win every point he can, as always is his objective. Go on, orangehead.. serve... It's normal nmot to be bothered in the first stabges.

Sengoku: ::once more with Kouhou!::

Atobe: Oh, duh, how unoriginal.. no less from Sengoku. Once again, Atobe returns, this time with a lob.

Sengoku: ::gives chase and then returns it to the farthest corner in downward slide::

Atobe: Atobe lets out a light snicker. No ball will run away from him.. And so he sprints to the corner and returns, using another topspin, immediately returning to the middle court again.

Sengoku: ::sends that ball right back into the corner::

Atobe: ..and Atobe goes... then returns across him, straight in the corner.

Sengoku: ::chase and return, to the corner!:: Back into the closet with you!

Atobe: Atobe dashes to it, then.. corner... andreturns mid-court yet again.

Sengoku: ::chase ball, fire back into the same corner, no wait, he chases his mind mid-swing and sents it speeding to the opposite corner::

Atobe: And Atobe.. doesn't let the ball get there, since he's on it even before it reaches the mid-court, and returns, the ball sailing to the opposite side, near the net.

Sengoku: ::seems happy to chase this ball all over the place:: ::sends the ball sailing up and over in a high lob back to that corner::

Atobe: Atobe relentlessly chases, sends back again...

Sengoku: ::just sends that yellow object right back into the corner again::

Atobe: "Well now, what's with the corners?" Atobe asks, sending it back into the opposite corner yet again. "...you'd like to tire me, eh?"

Sengoku: Pointy angles are good places to send balls! ::swing and back into the corner it goes:;

Atobe: Atobe snickers lightly. "I'll show you pointy corners" he promises, running at the ball and lobbing it so it fallds directy in the center of the opposite ccourt.

Sengoku: ::pounces on that ball and send it flying back::

Atobe: Atobe seemingly has a plan, and whacks that ball, directing it near the net, in the left side.

Sengoku:::sends that ball speeding back in the opposite direction::

Atobe: And that was just what Atobe wanted, catching the ball in the middle of its course.. and sending it towards the far, right corner.

Sengoku: ::zoom! watch the dust fly!:: ::smash and it returns!::

Atobe: Smash? The heck!? Atobe grits his teeth and sends it back. If that idiot wants a long game, he can give him one! He wouldn't be the one that'd fall from exhaustion first...

Sengoku: ::chase and return, moving forward to center court::

Atobe: And to the corner it is.... Let's see who'll make a mistake first.... Atobe won't let that point go.

Sengoku: ::gonna make him WORK for this point, gonna make him suffer and drip sweat for it, let me tell you:: ::jumps to smash the high flying ball::

Atobe: "Ah, you stopped going for the corners now, eh?" Atobe asks wit agrin, whacking the ball into a topspin, not about to mind smashes. Come on, he can return Ohtori's scud serve...

Sengoku: Corners? I was hitting for corners? No, no, I was hitting for /angles/. Center court has angles. ::swip, it goes flying into the side court::

Atobe: "Angles, hm? Quite an obtuse guy, you are.." the purple-haired youth chases after that ball. "The entire court has angles anyway" and to the corner it goes... while Atobe dashes to mid-court.

Sengoku: ::chases, serves up underneath it, steps back, and swats it -- only to have it swerve up, then down, to bounce on the net and fall over onto Atobe's side ... his luck couldn't have it any other way::

Sengoku: ::already moving forward since he anticipates that Atobe with bounce it back over:;

Atobe: Atobe sees the ball fly up and can't be duped, running straight for the net and... oh, here's the oppnent coming forward as well. justa nice time to try and lob it over his head.

Sengoku: ::stops in midcourt to bounce::

Sengoku: ::just, yanno, bouncing, like a spring::

Atobe: ...yaknow, the ball's kinda falling.. letting another point go?

Sengoku: ::springs backward after the ball and dives, rolling -- the fark is he doing? -- twist and bats the ball like a kitten's ball of yarn right back over to Atobe::

Sengoku: ::bounces to his feet:: Heee, this is fun! We need to play this more often!

Atobe: And uh.. yeah... so it's a lob from Atobe. La-la-la u.u

Sengoku: ::returns::

Atobe: "...fun, huh?" Atobe will show you how fun it is to lose.

Sengoku: ::flips him the victory sign:: Lotsa fun! Oodles of fun! Scores of fun! Heh, scores!

Atobe: Speakng of scores, Atobe does return the ball, corner again.

Sengoku: ::chase and return, you'll need a neat trick to shake him off this early in the game::

Atobe: Atobe hits, this time to the top of the net.. gee, which side's the ball going to fall?

Sengoku: ::attacks the net and pokes the ball over to the other side::

::needless to say, I'm sure the game goes on like this for some time, back and forth, back and forth, serve and return, serve and return::

Atobe: And the match is pretty much like that. They may end up playing for hours, waiting the other to do something silly or just wearing the opponent out. look left, look right, look left. See the ball?

Atobe: and ultimately, since Sengoku was waiting for that.. OH LOOK, Rondo to destruction coming right at you.

Sengoku: Finally! The finisher! ::darts forward and spins, a sharp swinging motion as he brings both hands to bear on the racquet to slam it back in the same style he did in the first game -- but, since the last return failed to work, he bends in his swing and angles the racquet upwards:: ::the ball connects and is sent hurtling back to Atobe, where, instead of slamming into the net as before, it clips the top, jerks, loses speed, and goes into a sudden downward tailspin::

Atobe: Atobe lets out a hissed curse and dashes at the ball, glaring at his opponent before sweeping his racket an inch above the ground and miraculously catching the ball. At least Tezuka's way made him think he'd suceeded the rondo. But this orengehead idiot wants to actually destroy it?

Sengoku: ::already moving forward as it clipped the net, whipping the racquet around to send the ball speeding to the back corner, where, instead of flying, it ends up skidding across the ground and popping up at the inside of the back corner::

Sengoku: ::stares at it, whether Atobe catches it or not:: ::arms up, cheering:: FINALLY! I got it to skid! Hah! Take that ball! It only took 362 tries! ::shakes his racquet at the back corner::

Atobe: Atobe made an attempt to catch it but stumbled, catching himself.. but missing the ball... Che, he just needs one more point. He wonders how lucky boy's holding if he's starting to strain. From his enthusiasm, he could last another

Sengoku: ::dancing around, completely oblivious to Atobe:: Score! Score! Ball with 7,982 and Kiyosumi with 5!

Atobe: "Oi.. are we finishing this or not?" Atobe asks, stepping back to the baseline. He feels lucky that overenthusiasm doesn't affect him. He played Jiroh quite a few times to be immune.

Sengoku: Huh? ::pauses mid-cheer:: Oh yeah! I'm ready for my crushing now, God! :;waves::

Atobe: "I,ll crush you alright" Atobe promises, using something he probably hasen't used in a long while... and underhand serve.

Sengoku: ::underhand!:: ::chases and sends it fluttering back::

Atobe: And Atobe sends it back.

::as to be expected, a minature back and forth war ensues::

Atobe: And.. uh... yeah it's to be guessed that ultimately, Atobe will use the rondo again. like, whee? Except this time he's ready for you.

Sengoku: ::darts forward, stopping on a dime to spin around, both hands on racquet, dip, adjust angle higher and sends it hurtling back, where, this time, it overcompensates and goes streaking past Atobe's ear to attack hapless people standing innocently in the sidelines::

::some poor fool is head-slammed and the ball richochets back into the court as the innocent soul flops to the ground, stunned::

Sengoku: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... ::winces!:: ... I'M SORRY!!!

Atobe: Atobe wins then, with that point... but somehow it's not really as satisfying. He's left looking backwards at the ball, thinking he might have been the one biting the dust if it had hit him.

Sengoku: ::flops back and forth like he has no spine:: Awww, I didn't seal it ... Mou ... maybe next time? Are we playing again? ::perks up::

Jirou: *having gotten really bored of waiting for Atobe, has wandered over to the street courts and is mindlessly watching the end of the game*

Sengoku: ::waves at Atobe:: Now I owe you icecream!

Atobe: "Again? Che... Not before a while. I do like varying my opponents" Atobe shakes his head and finally steps away. "...what? Why do you owe me ice cream?" he asks, frowning lightly as he stores his racket.

Atobe: He didn't notice Jirou yet.

Sengoku: Because you won, of course! ::smiling widely, this has been fun, if very very very very tiring::

Jirou: *glances between Sengoku...and Atobe...and Sengoku* *did he hear ice cream? Hmm...* *yawns slightly, walking is tiring, yanno*

Sengoku: ::is dead tired, but simply doesn't show it, for his mask of happy smiling is uncrushable::

Sengoku: ::would like very much to go flop down on that bleacher and go to sleep:; :::mmmm, sleep::

Atobe: "There never was any ice cream involved with this win" Atobe frowns at Sengoku, fetching a fresh shirt from inside his bag, changing out of that sweaty one.

Sengoku: ::scratches cheek in a thoughful manner:; There wasn't? I was pretty sure there was icecream involved somewhere.

Sengoku: Oh, well! ::putting his racquet up::

Atobe: "Yes, probably in your mind somewhere, floating around" Atobe rolls his eyes and happens to spot the sleepwalker. "..Jirou?" he blinks a few times. what's he doing here?

Jirou: *is still half-asleep, mind you Atobe...and is slightly curious about Sengoku* *walkes up to him and looks the boy up and down* Who are you?

Sengoku: ::smiles, perfectly friendly:: Sengoku Kiyosumi. Pleased to meet you, Jirou. ::caught the Jirou part from Atobe's last statement::

Atobe: "...Oi Jirou" Atobe's here too, you know! He's not a wall...

Jirou: *hmm...that name sounds familiar....* *thinks for a bit...tries to place it....* Ah! *points at Atobe* You kissed him, didn't you?

Sengoku: ::nods solemnly:; That I have. ::pause, thinking for a moment:: Of course, last time, he was the one doing the kissing.

Atobe: Atobe's frown deepens. "Yes, he IS the one" he emphasizes. "And it's your fault I did it" he turns his glare at the orangehead.

Jirou: Ahh...*is satisfied...sorta* ... *tilts his head slightly* was it good?

Sengoku: I think he needs more practice.

Atobe: Atobe facepalms. Oh maaaan........

Atobe: Atobe lets out a hiss "You're one to talk.."

Jirou: well...I'll give him more, then *nods*

Sengoku: Excellent. ::nods::

Jirou: Good. *pauses, thinks for a second*...and he's mine. So no more kissing, okay?

Atobe: Atobe hauls his bag over his shoulder, decding it's a good time to leave here. He doesn't like how he's hinted at being imperfect.

Sengoku: ::considers the sky:: Okay, but you'll have to keep him on a short leash. ::leans over to whisper in Jirou's ear:: Because when I have to deal with him all the time I will end up using any means necessary to shut him up. ::continues, still too low for Atobe to hear:: Not trying to, yanno, seduce him, just get him to back off.

Jirou: *hmm...make sense, this one does* *nods, speaking in his normal tone of voice* yeah, he gets like that sometimes...

Atobe: Atobe glares sharply over his shoulder. Short leash!? He isn't some sort of dog.

Sengoku: ::nods to Jirou's comment:: He does.

Jirou: I know how to stop it....but....you can't do that sort of thing to him, you know?

Atobe: And off walks Atobe scowling lightly. They can talk about whatever they like, it's better if he doesn't hear it.

Sengoku: :;pauses in his conversation with Jirou to make a face behind Atobe's retreating back, a finger to pull an eyelid out, another to yank the cheek to the side, and a third to fan behind his ears, and blows a raspberry::

Jirou: *blinks at the weird face, turning to glance back at where Atobe is* *blinku* *oh, wait, he's moving away* H-hey! Atobe!

Sengoku: :;returns his attention to Jirou as if he did not just do that:: ::shrugs:: Eh, we'll see how it goes. I can try not to use my good needles against my immortal adversary ...

Jirou: Ah...right...um....just a sec...*turns around and goes off after Atobe* Oi! Atobe!

Sengoku: ::muses to himself:: But then again, it must be getting dull if he's trying to return fire in kind. ::shrugs and puts his hands behind his head::

Atobe: Atobe pauses, turns around "...oh, you two finished already?"

Jirou: *pouts at him* What's wrong with you?

Atobe: Atobe frowns lightly "Hm? I can't let you two talk alone if you want to? well now, that's being civil. I guess I failed"

Jirou: *sighs* *sticks his tongue out at Atobe* You know that's not what I was talking about.

Atobe: Atobe blinks slowly "Oh, you weren't? Enlighten me...."

Sengoku: ::packing his stuff up, whistling a merry tune, for there is a pillow at home with his name on it::

Jirou: *sighs* Don't. Get. Jealous. Or any other kind of upset...cuz it's just stupid.

Atobe: Atobe crosses his arms snickering darkly "Ah, well sorry, I just don't like when it sounds like I'm unsatisfying in any way..." that kiss practice comment probably wasn't the greatest he heard.

Atobe: "There are other fish in the sea, you know"

Jirou: *wants to hit you in the head now, Atobe* *shakes his head and sighs* Atobe...I was joking, okay?

Atobe: Atobe shifts his bag's strap and starts walking again. "I kissed him partly as joke that other time too. Tis means we're even now?"

Jirou: *rolls his eyes slightly and follows Atobe* If you want to treat it like that, then yes, we're even. Happy?

Atobe: Atobe nods slowly. "Yeah.. but you don't sound happy at all" he remarked.

Sengoku: ::heading for the court gates::

Jirou: You're making mountains out of molehills, Atobe *sounds slightly irritated by this* And we already went over this on Sunday.

Atobe: Atobe grimaces "..mole? You too..?" he can't help but shake his head. "....we did go over this"

Sengoku: ::gone with the wind!::

Jirou: So stop making a bit deal out of it, okay? I just wanted to see where you'd gone...since it was taking you a while to get back...

Atobe: Atobe nodded slowly .I did say in my journal that I had a match today, right?" he reminded him. "..unless you failed to read it"

Jirou: ...*gives Atobe a bland look* ....I don't read those things....that often....

Atobe: Atobe rolled his eyes "Well, it appears they are read when it is found convenient by Fate, then.."

Jirou: I was bored then *sticks his tongue out*

Atobe: Atobe pokes at jirou's nose "Well now, weren't you bored waiting for me?"

Jirou: *scrunches his nose up a bit* Uh huh...there's nothing to do at the dorms hwne you're not there.

Atobe: Atobe is the life of the dorms? Well now.. "Of course, when I am absent, all life is gone as well.."

Sengoku: ::it's not possible that a human should be that quiet and unobtrusive when he's always so bright and bubbly:: ::has slipped behind Atobe on silent padded feet and sticks a frog down the back of his shirt::

Jirou: Mhm....*yawns*

Atobe: Atobe suddenly stops walking. Something.. moving.. against his back. Feels slimy. Can't be Jirou's hand... touching his skin. He throws a slow glance towards the side, free hand slowly reaching towards the back of his shirt.

Atobe: The thing.. is still moving. Ew. No great outcry from him, just a light 'ew' like frown.

::the muddy, slimy, squirming, scrabbling creature slithers with a croak down the back of Atobe's shirt and WRITHES against the base of his back, flapping it's little legs::

::the frog squirms and leaps, only to fall back with a splat against Atobe's back::

::uh oh, I think it's trying to find a way into Atobe's pants, I do hope you've belted it tightly::

Atobe: It has to be a frog, he heard it. Now to get it of.... because.. it's sliming his back. "...damn you" he tries to reach it from the bottom instead. And.. he's wearing shorts. Never pants for a game.

Jirou: *is halfway asleep* damn who? *blinks*

::it squirms, it digs, it finds a crack and slips inside Atobe's underpants::

Atobe: Atobe hisses "whoever put a frog in there" he answers, glaring around.. and then completely freezin. Oh darn.........

Jirou: *blink* ...frog?

Atobe: Atobe takes a deep breath. 'oh darn' isn't really half of it. "....yes..... frog...."

Atobe: Atobe has to get rid of the darn thing... maybe there's a food joint nearby... some public place he can go in.. and use restrooms.

::it's very writhe-y back there, and slimy, and muddy, and floppy -- just hope it doesn't do like a toad and pee:;

Jirou: ...well...where is it?

Atobe: Atobe decides the row of bushes there WILL do fine. "....use your imagination" he manages between clenched teeth, heading to his destination.. the bushes, duh.

Jirou: *blinks, looking slightly confused before following him*

Atobe: Atobe decides he will kill whoever put the stupid thing IN there! Frogs don't jump in people's shirts on their own, and... and geez it's unconfortable too.

::oop, too late, it's done the dirty deed ... let's hope the folktales aren't true and Atobe won't get warts::

Jirou: *just sorta stares, mindlessly...whee*

Atobe: .......stupid... frog... Atobe growls lightly and looks around to make sure no one aside Jirou is there and drops his bag to take care of freeing the stupid animal.

Jirou: ...*eh, nothing he hasn't seen already*

Atobe: And so the shorts are taken off, and since he will NOT put soiled underwear on, he'd rather go without and pulls the shorts back in. If the frog's nearby, it deserves a light kick.

Atobe: Some pervert can search the bush and get the underwear, he has tons at the dorms. "..che... damn this"

::the frog, once free, ribbits as it hops away to true freedom::

Jirou: *yawns* you done?

Atobe: Atobe takes his bag again, glaring at the frog, looking around once again before departing. "I am.." Frog Legs aren't as apetizing now.

Jirou: M'kay...*meanders along then, half asleep*

Atobe: Atobe continues on then, wondering just why the day had to finish on such a bland note. Then again.. the day is far from finished, he thought as he looked over to Jirou.

Jirou: *walks, half asleep, unawares of Atobe's wandering eyes*