Psidai - Chicken Soup, the Sequel
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tanithryudoTitle: Chicken Soup, the Sequel
Series: Psidai AU
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: R for innuendo and the rubber chicken
Word Count: 1525
Pairings: Mizuki/Yuuta, Atobe/Tezuka/Fuji
Chicken Soup, the Sequel
It started when Aoi Kentaro invited himself along with Echizen to the burger place for lunch after a long morning of picketing the bio lab offices. After picking up their orders, the two Psidai first years were quick to spot some familiar figures sitting at one corner of the fast food restaurant. Momoshiro was there of course. But slightly more surprising were the presences of Kamio and Eiji, the latter of whom had for once forgone the company of his doubles partner in favor of egging on the two other younger boys in a friendly match of thumb wrestling over the last serving of fries.
With a cry of triumph, Kamio slammed his thumb over Momo’s just as the two first years sat down at the table.
“Hah! I’m in the rhythm!” crowed the former Fudomine speed demon as he snatched up the tray of fries.
“You were just lucky!” Momoshiro insisted loudly, but was interrupted by the grumbling of his stomach. “Aww. I’m still hungry.” He immediately draped an arm over an unamused Echizen and peered over at the other’s tray. “Oi, Echizen, you’ll spare your senpai an extra burger or two, right...?”
“Yadda.”
“You can have my chicken nuggets, Momoshiro-senpai,” said Kentaro, the naïve generous soul that he was.
“All right!” Momoshiro crowed as he reached for the item, but not before ribbing Echizen one more time. “Why can’t you be as respectful of your senpai as Kentaro here, Echizen?”
Echizen steadfastly ignored him. Kamio, on the other hand, looked somewhat nauseous.
“How can you eat that?” the former Fudomine player asked, waving at the chicken nuggets.
“Eh?” Momoshiro paused with the first nugget halfway to his mouth. “What’s wrong with the chicken nuggets?”
“It’s chicken!” Kamio replied, as if that explained everything. At Momo’s uncomprehending look, he elaborated further. “You mean you never heard that story of what Rikkai did to a chicken?”
Momo still looked blank. Echizen ignored them, not really wanting to know about Rikkai and chickens as he started on his own serving of chicken nuggets. Kentaro, however, perked up at that.
“Oh! A story!” the hyper first year turned wide eyes on Kamio. “What happened with Rikkai and the chicken, Kamio-senpai?”
Kamio puffed up at being addressed as senpai for perhaps the first time in his scholastic life. “Well, it happened last year,” he informed the younger boy. “Tachibana-san, Shinji, and me were dropping by the dorm kitchens to grab something to eat before afternoon practice. But the minute we walked in, Tachibana-san covered my and Shinji’s eyes. He said Rikkai was being deviant with the chicken and we were too young and impressionable to see that kind of thing and then dragged us out of the room.” Kamio shuddered as he looked at the chicken nuggets in Momoshiro’s hand. “I couldn’t even look at chicken for a week after that.”
“Ooooh...” Kentaro’s eyes were wide. “Really? I had no idea Rikkai was so perverted.”
“Che. If you didn’t even see what happened, how do we know if you’re not making it up?” Echizen pointed out, popping another chicken nugget into his mouth.
However, it was Eiji who protested his disbelief rather than Kamio.
“Oi! Ochibi! It really happened!” The former Seigaku acrobat leaned over Momoshiro to peer down at the skeptical first year. “I was there too! I was dragging Oishi down to the kitchens for ice cream, and we saw all of Rikkai except for Yukimura and Kirihara-kun standing around this evil looking chicken that was doing really naughty things with Niou’s leg.”
Echizen still looked skeptical, while Kentaro was still eating every word up like it was gospel. However, Momoshiro was looking more and more uneasy by the moment.
“Anou... you know...” the second year thought aloud. “I remember this one time at practice when Mamushi kept going on and on about how Niou was a perverted freak and using his powers to make chickens do nasty things.”
“That’s right!” Eiji snapped his fingers. “I remember passing Kaidoh and Inui when Oishi dragged me away from the kitchen. They must have seen it too!”
Momoshiro, looking almost green now, slowly put down the chicken nugget in his hand. Even Echizen had pushed away the rest of his nuggets.
“But wait a minute,” Kentaro began as an idea had just occurred to him. “If Niou-senpai could make the chicken to things... then it was a live chicken? Not one of those store-bought whole frozen chickens?” Kentaro was a little slow on some things.
“Ugh,” groaned Kamio at the mental image. “I’m pretty sure it was a live chicken. Even with Tachibana-san covering my eyes, I could hear the squawking.”
“It looked alive to me,” Eiji also put in. “Though it had missing feathers flying off everywhere. Rikkai must have really tortured the poor chicken before we saw them.”
“But... but... THAT’S CRIMINAL!” Kentaro was suddenly standing on top of his seat, arms flailing about in emphasis. “THAT’S ANIMAL ABUSE!”
“Err...” Momoshiro, Kamio, and Echizen looked around nervously at the strange looks their group was receiving from the rest of the restaurant.
Eiji, however, nodded in agreement. “Hoi. I remember Oishi saying something about chicken abuse at the time too.”
“How can they MOLEST an innocent chicken like that?!” Kentaro continued to rant loudly. “Was it CONSENSUAL?!? What about the chicken’s RIGHT to consent?!?”
“EH?!” Now the energetic first year had lost everyone else.
“Sorry to leave early, everyone!” Kentaro went on, shoving the rest of his tray away too. “But I have to go talk to Sanada-san! Chickens have rights too!” And with that, he was bounding out of the restaurant.
Meanwhile, a few seats down from the overly loud group in the restaurant sat a giggling Mizuki and a much-disturbed Yuuta.
“Nfufufu. I never knew Rikkai could be so kinky,” Mizuki snickered just as Kentaro jumped onto his seat.
“I’m never going to eat chicken again!” Yuuta bemoaned.
“Ne, but Yuuta-kun,” Mizuki purred, causing his kouhai’s eyes to pop out. “Doesn’t that give you any... ideas?” His eyes glinted disturbingly.
“Ack! Mizuki-san!” Yuuta had little time to protest as he was summarily dragged from his seat and then out the door.
Unfortunately, Fuji had been looking for his little brother at the time, and came into the scene just in time to hear both Mizuki’s and Kentaro’s last words. The combination of the two caused the former Seigaku tensai to draw a rather erroneous conclusion. Fuji immediately turned around and marched out of the restaurant, heading resolutely for the Psidai dorms.
Sometime later, completely oblivious to the further trashing of his and his team’s reputation, Sanada was facing off against Atobe in front of his closet in what would one day become a time-honored tradition of Psidai. But before Sanada could lunge for the lighter in Atobe’s hand or Atobe set the ugly yellow items of Sanada’s wardrobe on fire, the door to the room suddenly slammed open to reveal a fuming Fuji Syuusuke, eyes open and flaring blue.
“Atobe, what did you do now?” Sanada hissed as Atobe put away his lighter, temporarily distracted by the new arrival.
Fuji, however, stomped up to Sanada instead, much to the surprise of both Sanada and Atobe.
“Sanada! You will not molest my Yuuta with a chicken!” declared the tensai, dead seriously.
Sanada’s stared blankly at Fuji, completely unable to come up with a response. Atobe, however, had no such problem.
“Really, Sanada. Again?”
Atobe may have been referring to Sanada’s questionable habits concerning chickens, but Fuji certainly didn’t take it that way. The tensai stalked toward Sanada with lethal intent.
“Fuji, you may not kill Sanada.” It was at that moment that the third person originally in the room made his presence known. Tezuka pushed away the homework he had been working on, stood up from his chair, and headed for the door, intent on leaving before he heard any more disturbing information about his clubmates.
Unfortunately, he opened the door just in time for Kentaro to rush into the room, barely stumbling out of Tezuka’s way and waving a long scroll of paper fervently in one hand.
“Sanada-san! I have to talk to you!” called out the former Rokkaku buchou as he waved his scroll in front of a beleaguered Sanada. “I’m here to represent the rights of chickens everywhere! And I’m concerned about the chicken you supposedly had relations with! Did she consent?! Was it a consensual encounter?! Does she have a representative...”
Atobe took one look at the title to Kentaro’s paper, which proudly declared in bold letters “THE MANIFESTO OF CHICKEN RIGHTS”, and promptly turned to sidle up to Tezuka.
“Take these insane deviants away from me, Tezuka,” he demanded melodramatically. It was a testament to Fuji’s concern over his brother’s virtue that the tensai did not even notice Atobe’s words.
With an air of long experience, Tezuka pulled Atobe out of the room and firmly closed the door behind him, throwing behind him the last word.
“Aoi-kun. It was a rooster.”
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Mizuki and a somewhat reluctant (though by no means unwilling) Yuuta were enjoying themselves. With a rubber chicken.
~ owari ~
Timeline: Takes place in third year Psidai, sometime in the first term.
AN: This is a sequel to Chicken Soup ... for the PsyDai Soul ... sort of ... . It’s not *strictly* necessary to read that to understand this, but it would probably help.
Series: Psidai AU
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: R for innuendo and the rubber chicken
Word Count: 1525
Pairings: Mizuki/Yuuta, Atobe/Tezuka/Fuji
It started when Aoi Kentaro invited himself along with Echizen to the burger place for lunch after a long morning of picketing the bio lab offices. After picking up their orders, the two Psidai first years were quick to spot some familiar figures sitting at one corner of the fast food restaurant. Momoshiro was there of course. But slightly more surprising were the presences of Kamio and Eiji, the latter of whom had for once forgone the company of his doubles partner in favor of egging on the two other younger boys in a friendly match of thumb wrestling over the last serving of fries.
With a cry of triumph, Kamio slammed his thumb over Momo’s just as the two first years sat down at the table.
“Hah! I’m in the rhythm!” crowed the former Fudomine speed demon as he snatched up the tray of fries.
“You were just lucky!” Momoshiro insisted loudly, but was interrupted by the grumbling of his stomach. “Aww. I’m still hungry.” He immediately draped an arm over an unamused Echizen and peered over at the other’s tray. “Oi, Echizen, you’ll spare your senpai an extra burger or two, right...?”
“Yadda.”
“You can have my chicken nuggets, Momoshiro-senpai,” said Kentaro, the naïve generous soul that he was.
“All right!” Momoshiro crowed as he reached for the item, but not before ribbing Echizen one more time. “Why can’t you be as respectful of your senpai as Kentaro here, Echizen?”
Echizen steadfastly ignored him. Kamio, on the other hand, looked somewhat nauseous.
“How can you eat that?” the former Fudomine player asked, waving at the chicken nuggets.
“Eh?” Momoshiro paused with the first nugget halfway to his mouth. “What’s wrong with the chicken nuggets?”
“It’s chicken!” Kamio replied, as if that explained everything. At Momo’s uncomprehending look, he elaborated further. “You mean you never heard that story of what Rikkai did to a chicken?”
Momo still looked blank. Echizen ignored them, not really wanting to know about Rikkai and chickens as he started on his own serving of chicken nuggets. Kentaro, however, perked up at that.
“Oh! A story!” the hyper first year turned wide eyes on Kamio. “What happened with Rikkai and the chicken, Kamio-senpai?”
Kamio puffed up at being addressed as senpai for perhaps the first time in his scholastic life. “Well, it happened last year,” he informed the younger boy. “Tachibana-san, Shinji, and me were dropping by the dorm kitchens to grab something to eat before afternoon practice. But the minute we walked in, Tachibana-san covered my and Shinji’s eyes. He said Rikkai was being deviant with the chicken and we were too young and impressionable to see that kind of thing and then dragged us out of the room.” Kamio shuddered as he looked at the chicken nuggets in Momoshiro’s hand. “I couldn’t even look at chicken for a week after that.”
“Ooooh...” Kentaro’s eyes were wide. “Really? I had no idea Rikkai was so perverted.”
“Che. If you didn’t even see what happened, how do we know if you’re not making it up?” Echizen pointed out, popping another chicken nugget into his mouth.
However, it was Eiji who protested his disbelief rather than Kamio.
“Oi! Ochibi! It really happened!” The former Seigaku acrobat leaned over Momoshiro to peer down at the skeptical first year. “I was there too! I was dragging Oishi down to the kitchens for ice cream, and we saw all of Rikkai except for Yukimura and Kirihara-kun standing around this evil looking chicken that was doing really naughty things with Niou’s leg.”
Echizen still looked skeptical, while Kentaro was still eating every word up like it was gospel. However, Momoshiro was looking more and more uneasy by the moment.
“Anou... you know...” the second year thought aloud. “I remember this one time at practice when Mamushi kept going on and on about how Niou was a perverted freak and using his powers to make chickens do nasty things.”
“That’s right!” Eiji snapped his fingers. “I remember passing Kaidoh and Inui when Oishi dragged me away from the kitchen. They must have seen it too!”
Momoshiro, looking almost green now, slowly put down the chicken nugget in his hand. Even Echizen had pushed away the rest of his nuggets.
“But wait a minute,” Kentaro began as an idea had just occurred to him. “If Niou-senpai could make the chicken to things... then it was a live chicken? Not one of those store-bought whole frozen chickens?” Kentaro was a little slow on some things.
“Ugh,” groaned Kamio at the mental image. “I’m pretty sure it was a live chicken. Even with Tachibana-san covering my eyes, I could hear the squawking.”
“It looked alive to me,” Eiji also put in. “Though it had missing feathers flying off everywhere. Rikkai must have really tortured the poor chicken before we saw them.”
“But... but... THAT’S CRIMINAL!” Kentaro was suddenly standing on top of his seat, arms flailing about in emphasis. “THAT’S ANIMAL ABUSE!”
“Err...” Momoshiro, Kamio, and Echizen looked around nervously at the strange looks their group was receiving from the rest of the restaurant.
Eiji, however, nodded in agreement. “Hoi. I remember Oishi saying something about chicken abuse at the time too.”
“How can they MOLEST an innocent chicken like that?!” Kentaro continued to rant loudly. “Was it CONSENSUAL?!? What about the chicken’s RIGHT to consent?!?”
“EH?!” Now the energetic first year had lost everyone else.
“Sorry to leave early, everyone!” Kentaro went on, shoving the rest of his tray away too. “But I have to go talk to Sanada-san! Chickens have rights too!” And with that, he was bounding out of the restaurant.
Meanwhile, a few seats down from the overly loud group in the restaurant sat a giggling Mizuki and a much-disturbed Yuuta.
“Nfufufu. I never knew Rikkai could be so kinky,” Mizuki snickered just as Kentaro jumped onto his seat.
“I’m never going to eat chicken again!” Yuuta bemoaned.
“Ne, but Yuuta-kun,” Mizuki purred, causing his kouhai’s eyes to pop out. “Doesn’t that give you any... ideas?” His eyes glinted disturbingly.
“Ack! Mizuki-san!” Yuuta had little time to protest as he was summarily dragged from his seat and then out the door.
Unfortunately, Fuji had been looking for his little brother at the time, and came into the scene just in time to hear both Mizuki’s and Kentaro’s last words. The combination of the two caused the former Seigaku tensai to draw a rather erroneous conclusion. Fuji immediately turned around and marched out of the restaurant, heading resolutely for the Psidai dorms.
Sometime later, completely oblivious to the further trashing of his and his team’s reputation, Sanada was facing off against Atobe in front of his closet in what would one day become a time-honored tradition of Psidai. But before Sanada could lunge for the lighter in Atobe’s hand or Atobe set the ugly yellow items of Sanada’s wardrobe on fire, the door to the room suddenly slammed open to reveal a fuming Fuji Syuusuke, eyes open and flaring blue.
“Atobe, what did you do now?” Sanada hissed as Atobe put away his lighter, temporarily distracted by the new arrival.
Fuji, however, stomped up to Sanada instead, much to the surprise of both Sanada and Atobe.
“Sanada! You will not molest my Yuuta with a chicken!” declared the tensai, dead seriously.
Sanada’s stared blankly at Fuji, completely unable to come up with a response. Atobe, however, had no such problem.
“Really, Sanada. Again?”
Atobe may have been referring to Sanada’s questionable habits concerning chickens, but Fuji certainly didn’t take it that way. The tensai stalked toward Sanada with lethal intent.
“Fuji, you may not kill Sanada.” It was at that moment that the third person originally in the room made his presence known. Tezuka pushed away the homework he had been working on, stood up from his chair, and headed for the door, intent on leaving before he heard any more disturbing information about his clubmates.
Unfortunately, he opened the door just in time for Kentaro to rush into the room, barely stumbling out of Tezuka’s way and waving a long scroll of paper fervently in one hand.
“Sanada-san! I have to talk to you!” called out the former Rokkaku buchou as he waved his scroll in front of a beleaguered Sanada. “I’m here to represent the rights of chickens everywhere! And I’m concerned about the chicken you supposedly had relations with! Did she consent?! Was it a consensual encounter?! Does she have a representative...”
Atobe took one look at the title to Kentaro’s paper, which proudly declared in bold letters “THE MANIFESTO OF CHICKEN RIGHTS”, and promptly turned to sidle up to Tezuka.
“Take these insane deviants away from me, Tezuka,” he demanded melodramatically. It was a testament to Fuji’s concern over his brother’s virtue that the tensai did not even notice Atobe’s words.
With an air of long experience, Tezuka pulled Atobe out of the room and firmly closed the door behind him, throwing behind him the last word.
“Aoi-kun. It was a rooster.”
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Mizuki and a somewhat reluctant (though by no means unwilling) Yuuta were enjoying themselves. With a rubber chicken.
Timeline: Takes place in third year Psidai, sometime in the first term.
AN: This is a sequel to Chicken Soup ... for the PsyDai Soul ... sort of ... . It’s not *strictly* necessary to read that to understand this, but it would probably help.
