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Scene: Rikkai Intensive Training Session
Series: The Psidai/GATE/HP/Etc. xover/sidestory series...thing.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis, GATE, Harry Potter
Rating: PG for language
Warnings: Crack. Randomness. HP-bashing, sort of.
Word Count: 2030
Rikkai Intensive Training Session
(aka. Recruitment Attempt #2)
The former Rikkai tennis team met on the Quidditch ground after dinner one evening, having received explicit summons from their former fukubuchou via their seishuku spirits to attend the gathering or to suffer his wrath. Naturally, everyone except Yukimura, who probably didn’t even get the summons to begin with, showed up promptly.
Sanada paced in front of his people, punctuating his every word with a stern glare.
“...Even if we’re going to be stuck in this place, no graduate of Rikkaidai High School is going to slack off in our training. I’ve decided that our current extracurricular tennis practice schedule with the others is no longer sufficient. Therefore, we will be doing extra intensive training by together under my instruction once every week...”
Kirihara was the only one who allowed the wince to show on his face. Fortunately for him, Sanada had been looking at Niou at the time.
“...now, we’re all going to take a 10 km endurance run through the forest. Everyone, follow me.”
Without further ado, Sanada turned and ran full speed toward the Forbidden Forest.
“Eh?” Kirihara called behind him, “but I thought that was forbidden--”
“Forget it,” Niou told him as he ran by the younger boy. “You’ll get in to more trouble if you don’t keep up than if you break some stupid school rule.”
“A surprisingly accurate statement coming from you, Niou,” Yanagi commented frostily as he also ran by.
Seeing that everyone was quickly disappearing into the forest, Kirihara hurried to catch up. “Oi! Wait for me!”
The first leg of their run was normal enough, until Kirihara suddenly leapt forward with a loud... neigh?
Surprise alone caused the rest of the group to slow down as they stared at the second year. That was when they suddenly found themselves paced and surrounded by a group of unicorns that seemed to be homing in onto Sanada running in the lead.
“You know,” Yanagi mused aloud, enjoying the scene of Sanada stoically trying to ignore the horned equines surrounding him. “According to mythology, the unicorn is typically caught by using a virgin as bait.”
Sanada whirled around to glare at him, his eyes promising bloody murder as he took in the sudden coughing fit that seemed to have struck Niou and Yagyuu.
Marui turned to an embarrassed Jackal and whispered in a voice far too loud and carrying, “but I thought he was together with Yukimura-san. You mean he still hasn’t gotten--”
Before Sanada could do anything to the red haired tensai, he was suddenly jumped by a still-possessed Kirihara with a full-body glomp. Unfortunately, contact with Sanada’s mirror-aura promptly knocked Kirihara out of his possessed state, leaving the younger boy suddenly aware of his predicament with a dear-in-the-headlights look.
Niou coughed, unable to hold it in anymore. “I never knew, Akaya,” he choked out, “...you and Sanada.”
“OFF!” Sanada all but snarled.
“eep!” Kirihara was suddenly cowering behind Yanagi as if he’d teleported.
“Maa, maa, Genichirou,” Yanagi demurred. “It’s not Akaya’s fault these unicorns are so strongly attracted to your... condition... that they were able to possess him.”
“Renji. Urusai.” Sanada snapped before resolutely turning and continued the run, determined to ignore both the unicorns and the snickers behind him, hoping that the former will eventually give up.
Eventually, the unicorns did leave, but it took far too long for Sanada’s comfort. However, the reason for their departure soon became very apparent. They had just entered Acromantula territory.
“AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!”
“DEMON! MONSTER! HELP!”
“GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!”
“RUUUNNNNN FOR IT!”
“KYYAAAAAH! IT’S GOT ME!”
“LET GO, BUNTA!”
Needless to say, they found themselves running for their lives, frantically dodging the giant spiders that jumped at them from all directions. Or rather, six of them were running for their lives. Sanada was still in front, plowing through the Acromantula nest as if he’d not even noticed the danger.
It took a terrifying eternity for the group to finally escape the spiders, before finally Sanada slowed to a stop, signifying the end of their run. As one, the former Rikkai players collapsed to the ground, gasping from exertion and relief.
“Genichirou,” Yanagi was the first to speak up. “What... was... that?!”
Sanada merely raised an eyebrow. “Training,” he informed them, “for footwork, endurance sprinting, and ability to distinguish incoming objects.”
“...”
There was nothing anyone had to say to that, though most of the third years collectively shuddered at the satisfied glint in Sanada’s eyes. Revenge was indeed sweet.
“Now get up. We still have to run back to the school before the curfew.”
Kirihara spoke up tentatively, in his naiveté the only one who hadn’t immediately sported a look of horror on his face. “Anou... we’re not going to run through that place with those monsters again, are we?”
“Of course we are,” Sanada snapped impatiently. “Let’s go!” And then he was off.
Kirihara whimpered. Then he found himself being dragged along by Jackal, who knew full well that if the younger boy was left behind, his punishment would likely be worse than running through a nest of giant spiders. He could vouch from personal experience.
What followed was a repeat of their previous run, complete with frantic dodging and the running for their lives. And again, after they’d cleared the acromantula territory and neared the edge of the forest, everyone except Sanada collapsed to the ground.
Sanada frowned at them, and was about to deliver a scathing reprimand of their terrible physical condition, when Yanagi suddenly frowned and sat up, going from frazzled and winded to calm and collected in a single moment.
“Genichirou. There’re a dozen wizards approaching our position. We’re surrounded.”
At that announcement, everyone else quieted too, looking around cautiously, except for Kirihara, who had fallen into a dead faint after his collapse.
Very soon, their stalkers became apparent. They were wizards dressed in black robes and wearing white masks, their wands held at the read as they closed in and surrounded the group. Their leader, however, remained in the shadows.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Sanada addressed the shadowed figure impatiently. He hated melodramatics, a condition ingrained into him from one too many matches against Hyotei.
“I am the Dark Lord, Voldemort,” hissed the figure in a sibilant voice. “I lead the revolution that will overthrow the world. I come to offer you the chance to join me, or else perish with the rest of those muggle-lovers in the castle.”
There was a dramatic pause. The effect was unfortunately spoiled by Marui’s snickering.
“Oi, is this some kind of joke from Seigaku? You sound like their Kaidoh-kun with your speech impediment thing.”
The Death Eater closest to the tensai took exception to the rude words. “How dare you address the Dark Lord like that?!” he demanded as he moved toward the red head threateningly.
Unfortunately, he took one step too close. A spark jumped out of Marui and headed straight for the nearest object, which just happened to be the Death Eater’s wand. With a flash, the spark ran up the wood and zapped the man’s hand, causing him to yelp and drop his wand.
“Geez, some people just can’t take a joke,” Marui muttered, rolling his eyes.
Yanagi coughed to hide his smirk. “Ah, Kaidoh-kun is not of the sort to play these kind of tricks. Well, not unless Sadaharu was making him. But I don’t think that’s the case here.” He turned to Voldemort’s shadowy form with a bland smile. “Weren’t you already turned down by Atobe?” There wasn’t much that Yanagi didn’t know about what went on around him.
Sanada’s eyebrow twitched. If he’d not wanted to deal with melodramatic fools with delusions of greatness, then he’d object even more to being second choice to Atobe.
“I decline,” he told Voldemort frostily.
“Yeah, there’s no way Sanada’s going to be second choice to Atobe,” Marui put in again, “especially not for a walking corpse!”
“Bunta!” Jackal protested. “That’s rude!”
“What? That’s what Oshitari-kun said he was!”
“...I don’t want to know.”
A low growl from up front interrupted their little byplay. Voldemort was obviously not happy.
“Be certain of your choice. If you do not join us, then you are against us, and will be dealt with accordingly.”
The Death Eaters moved in, wands at the ready.
“Yeah, yeah,” Niou piped up caustically, “big words and all talk. You should audition for Hyotei’s cheering squad. Hey you!” He pointed at the Death Eater nearest to him. “--gimme that stick of yours!”
The unwitting Death Eater was easy prey for his persuasive vocal powers, and meekly handed the wand over, much to the flabbergasted looks of his cohorts.
Niou snatched the wand and immediately stuck it down his collar, scratching forcefully at his back. “Goddamn it! I knew something bit me back there!”
“That’s a wand, Niou, not a stick,” Yagyuu corrected his partner. “And why didn’t you have yours along?”
“Left it in the dorms,” Niou replied shortly. There was a sharp snap as the wand he was using suddenly snapped under the pressure he was applying to it. “Che. It’s not like they do anything useful,” he said, glaring at the broken wand before turning to the next Death Eater. “Oi! Gimme yours!” A moment later, he was back to vigorously scratching his back with a second wand.
Sanada gave the rest of the Death Eaters a cold glare, freezing them where they stood.
“I suggest you leave. Now.”
The Death Eaters wavered for a moment. However, the one standing closest to Voldemort was able to gather up his courage (or was it stupidity).
“You can’t order us! We’ll show you your place, muggle-lover! Avada kedavra!”
A green light shot out of his wand. Sanada didn’t even bother to dodge it. The spell hit him straight on - or rather, it hit his mirror aura - and then promptly rebounded right back to the castor. The Death Eater fell with a strangled scream, dead before he even hit the ground. The other Death Eaters took a collective step away from the Rikkai group.
“I suggest you all listen to Genichirou’s orders,” Yanagi spoke up calmly. “It would be humiliating enough if we physically thrash your untrained and frail bodies, but things could only get worse for you if we call out our seishuku spirits.” He smiled eerily, the same smile that sent his teammates shivering for fear of their manager’s latest hazardous training scheme.
The Death Eaters shivered at the threat. They wavered and looked to their leader for instruction. Even Voldemort had a sporadically functional glimmer of self-preservation.
“I will deal with you later,” he hissed as he retreated into the shadows of the forest, his followers following his lead. “You will regret this!”
“Yare yare,” Niou muttered, still scratching his back with the borrowed wand. “Why don’t you go bug Seigaku. At least they like Hyotei’s kind of melodrama, the way Tezuka and Atobe carry on.”
“You’d better not say that in front of Seigaku,” Yagyuu warned him. “You’ve already got their fukubuchou and data guy annoyed at you. Do you really want their tensai trying to kill you too?”
“Indeed,” Yanagi agreed frostily, notifying them that the two from Seigaku aren’t the only ones annoyed at Niou.
Sanada waited until the Death Eaters had all disappeared into the darkness before he turned to his team again. He gave the still unconscious Kirihara a nudge with his foot to wake the younger boy up.
“What are you all lying around for? Get up. We still need to run back to the castle.”
“Unnnggg...” came the incoherent sound from Kirihara when he finally awoke. “...What happened?”
“The usual,” Yanagi told him as he helped the younger boy wobble to his feet, “...training with giant monster spiders at our heels, being threatened by a drama queen reading from a bad script. You didn’t miss much.”
“Oh.” Blink. “Hyotei was here?”
“Nevermind, Akaya.”
The rest of the run back was uneventful. A comfortable peace that was borne of weariness reigned among the Rikkai graduates... until their next training session into the Forbidden Forest the following week.
~~~
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own GATE manga, though the actual constellations and mythology we're using is probably public domain.
Scene: Rikkai Intensive Training Session
Series: The Psidai/GATE/HP/Etc. xover/sidestory series...thing.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis, GATE, Harry Potter
Rating: PG for language
Warnings: Crack. Randomness. HP-bashing, sort of.
Word Count: 2030
(aka. Recruitment Attempt #2)
The former Rikkai tennis team met on the Quidditch ground after dinner one evening, having received explicit summons from their former fukubuchou via their seishuku spirits to attend the gathering or to suffer his wrath. Naturally, everyone except Yukimura, who probably didn’t even get the summons to begin with, showed up promptly.
Sanada paced in front of his people, punctuating his every word with a stern glare.
“...Even if we’re going to be stuck in this place, no graduate of Rikkaidai High School is going to slack off in our training. I’ve decided that our current extracurricular tennis practice schedule with the others is no longer sufficient. Therefore, we will be doing extra intensive training by together under my instruction once every week...”
Kirihara was the only one who allowed the wince to show on his face. Fortunately for him, Sanada had been looking at Niou at the time.
“...now, we’re all going to take a 10 km endurance run through the forest. Everyone, follow me.”
Without further ado, Sanada turned and ran full speed toward the Forbidden Forest.
“Eh?” Kirihara called behind him, “but I thought that was forbidden--”
“Forget it,” Niou told him as he ran by the younger boy. “You’ll get in to more trouble if you don’t keep up than if you break some stupid school rule.”
“A surprisingly accurate statement coming from you, Niou,” Yanagi commented frostily as he also ran by.
Seeing that everyone was quickly disappearing into the forest, Kirihara hurried to catch up. “Oi! Wait for me!”
The first leg of their run was normal enough, until Kirihara suddenly leapt forward with a loud... neigh?
Surprise alone caused the rest of the group to slow down as they stared at the second year. That was when they suddenly found themselves paced and surrounded by a group of unicorns that seemed to be homing in onto Sanada running in the lead.
“You know,” Yanagi mused aloud, enjoying the scene of Sanada stoically trying to ignore the horned equines surrounding him. “According to mythology, the unicorn is typically caught by using a virgin as bait.”
Sanada whirled around to glare at him, his eyes promising bloody murder as he took in the sudden coughing fit that seemed to have struck Niou and Yagyuu.
Marui turned to an embarrassed Jackal and whispered in a voice far too loud and carrying, “but I thought he was together with Yukimura-san. You mean he still hasn’t gotten--”
Before Sanada could do anything to the red haired tensai, he was suddenly jumped by a still-possessed Kirihara with a full-body glomp. Unfortunately, contact with Sanada’s mirror-aura promptly knocked Kirihara out of his possessed state, leaving the younger boy suddenly aware of his predicament with a dear-in-the-headlights look.
Niou coughed, unable to hold it in anymore. “I never knew, Akaya,” he choked out, “...you and Sanada.”
“OFF!” Sanada all but snarled.
“eep!” Kirihara was suddenly cowering behind Yanagi as if he’d teleported.
“Maa, maa, Genichirou,” Yanagi demurred. “It’s not Akaya’s fault these unicorns are so strongly attracted to your... condition... that they were able to possess him.”
“Renji. Urusai.” Sanada snapped before resolutely turning and continued the run, determined to ignore both the unicorns and the snickers behind him, hoping that the former will eventually give up.
Eventually, the unicorns did leave, but it took far too long for Sanada’s comfort. However, the reason for their departure soon became very apparent. They had just entered Acromantula territory.
“AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!”
“DEMON! MONSTER! HELP!”
“GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!”
“RUUUNNNNN FOR IT!”
“KYYAAAAAH! IT’S GOT ME!”
“LET GO, BUNTA!”
Needless to say, they found themselves running for their lives, frantically dodging the giant spiders that jumped at them from all directions. Or rather, six of them were running for their lives. Sanada was still in front, plowing through the Acromantula nest as if he’d not even noticed the danger.
It took a terrifying eternity for the group to finally escape the spiders, before finally Sanada slowed to a stop, signifying the end of their run. As one, the former Rikkai players collapsed to the ground, gasping from exertion and relief.
“Genichirou,” Yanagi was the first to speak up. “What... was... that?!”
Sanada merely raised an eyebrow. “Training,” he informed them, “for footwork, endurance sprinting, and ability to distinguish incoming objects.”
“...”
There was nothing anyone had to say to that, though most of the third years collectively shuddered at the satisfied glint in Sanada’s eyes. Revenge was indeed sweet.
“Now get up. We still have to run back to the school before the curfew.”
Kirihara spoke up tentatively, in his naiveté the only one who hadn’t immediately sported a look of horror on his face. “Anou... we’re not going to run through that place with those monsters again, are we?”
“Of course we are,” Sanada snapped impatiently. “Let’s go!” And then he was off.
Kirihara whimpered. Then he found himself being dragged along by Jackal, who knew full well that if the younger boy was left behind, his punishment would likely be worse than running through a nest of giant spiders. He could vouch from personal experience.
What followed was a repeat of their previous run, complete with frantic dodging and the running for their lives. And again, after they’d cleared the acromantula territory and neared the edge of the forest, everyone except Sanada collapsed to the ground.
Sanada frowned at them, and was about to deliver a scathing reprimand of their terrible physical condition, when Yanagi suddenly frowned and sat up, going from frazzled and winded to calm and collected in a single moment.
“Genichirou. There’re a dozen wizards approaching our position. We’re surrounded.”
At that announcement, everyone else quieted too, looking around cautiously, except for Kirihara, who had fallen into a dead faint after his collapse.
Very soon, their stalkers became apparent. They were wizards dressed in black robes and wearing white masks, their wands held at the read as they closed in and surrounded the group. Their leader, however, remained in the shadows.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Sanada addressed the shadowed figure impatiently. He hated melodramatics, a condition ingrained into him from one too many matches against Hyotei.
“I am the Dark Lord, Voldemort,” hissed the figure in a sibilant voice. “I lead the revolution that will overthrow the world. I come to offer you the chance to join me, or else perish with the rest of those muggle-lovers in the castle.”
There was a dramatic pause. The effect was unfortunately spoiled by Marui’s snickering.
“Oi, is this some kind of joke from Seigaku? You sound like their Kaidoh-kun with your speech impediment thing.”
The Death Eater closest to the tensai took exception to the rude words. “How dare you address the Dark Lord like that?!” he demanded as he moved toward the red head threateningly.
Unfortunately, he took one step too close. A spark jumped out of Marui and headed straight for the nearest object, which just happened to be the Death Eater’s wand. With a flash, the spark ran up the wood and zapped the man’s hand, causing him to yelp and drop his wand.
“Geez, some people just can’t take a joke,” Marui muttered, rolling his eyes.
Yanagi coughed to hide his smirk. “Ah, Kaidoh-kun is not of the sort to play these kind of tricks. Well, not unless Sadaharu was making him. But I don’t think that’s the case here.” He turned to Voldemort’s shadowy form with a bland smile. “Weren’t you already turned down by Atobe?” There wasn’t much that Yanagi didn’t know about what went on around him.
Sanada’s eyebrow twitched. If he’d not wanted to deal with melodramatic fools with delusions of greatness, then he’d object even more to being second choice to Atobe.
“I decline,” he told Voldemort frostily.
“Yeah, there’s no way Sanada’s going to be second choice to Atobe,” Marui put in again, “especially not for a walking corpse!”
“Bunta!” Jackal protested. “That’s rude!”
“What? That’s what Oshitari-kun said he was!”
“...I don’t want to know.”
A low growl from up front interrupted their little byplay. Voldemort was obviously not happy.
“Be certain of your choice. If you do not join us, then you are against us, and will be dealt with accordingly.”
The Death Eaters moved in, wands at the ready.
“Yeah, yeah,” Niou piped up caustically, “big words and all talk. You should audition for Hyotei’s cheering squad. Hey you!” He pointed at the Death Eater nearest to him. “--gimme that stick of yours!”
The unwitting Death Eater was easy prey for his persuasive vocal powers, and meekly handed the wand over, much to the flabbergasted looks of his cohorts.
Niou snatched the wand and immediately stuck it down his collar, scratching forcefully at his back. “Goddamn it! I knew something bit me back there!”
“That’s a wand, Niou, not a stick,” Yagyuu corrected his partner. “And why didn’t you have yours along?”
“Left it in the dorms,” Niou replied shortly. There was a sharp snap as the wand he was using suddenly snapped under the pressure he was applying to it. “Che. It’s not like they do anything useful,” he said, glaring at the broken wand before turning to the next Death Eater. “Oi! Gimme yours!” A moment later, he was back to vigorously scratching his back with a second wand.
Sanada gave the rest of the Death Eaters a cold glare, freezing them where they stood.
“I suggest you leave. Now.”
The Death Eaters wavered for a moment. However, the one standing closest to Voldemort was able to gather up his courage (or was it stupidity).
“You can’t order us! We’ll show you your place, muggle-lover! Avada kedavra!”
A green light shot out of his wand. Sanada didn’t even bother to dodge it. The spell hit him straight on - or rather, it hit his mirror aura - and then promptly rebounded right back to the castor. The Death Eater fell with a strangled scream, dead before he even hit the ground. The other Death Eaters took a collective step away from the Rikkai group.
“I suggest you all listen to Genichirou’s orders,” Yanagi spoke up calmly. “It would be humiliating enough if we physically thrash your untrained and frail bodies, but things could only get worse for you if we call out our seishuku spirits.” He smiled eerily, the same smile that sent his teammates shivering for fear of their manager’s latest hazardous training scheme.
The Death Eaters shivered at the threat. They wavered and looked to their leader for instruction. Even Voldemort had a sporadically functional glimmer of self-preservation.
“I will deal with you later,” he hissed as he retreated into the shadows of the forest, his followers following his lead. “You will regret this!”
“Yare yare,” Niou muttered, still scratching his back with the borrowed wand. “Why don’t you go bug Seigaku. At least they like Hyotei’s kind of melodrama, the way Tezuka and Atobe carry on.”
“You’d better not say that in front of Seigaku,” Yagyuu warned him. “You’ve already got their fukubuchou and data guy annoyed at you. Do you really want their tensai trying to kill you too?”
“Indeed,” Yanagi agreed frostily, notifying them that the two from Seigaku aren’t the only ones annoyed at Niou.
Sanada waited until the Death Eaters had all disappeared into the darkness before he turned to his team again. He gave the still unconscious Kirihara a nudge with his foot to wake the younger boy up.
“What are you all lying around for? Get up. We still need to run back to the castle.”
“Unnnggg...” came the incoherent sound from Kirihara when he finally awoke. “...What happened?”
“The usual,” Yanagi told him as he helped the younger boy wobble to his feet, “...training with giant monster spiders at our heels, being threatened by a drama queen reading from a bad script. You didn’t miss much.”
“Oh.” Blink. “Hyotei was here?”
“Nevermind, Akaya.”
The rest of the run back was uneventful. A comfortable peace that was borne of weariness reigned among the Rikkai graduates... until their next training session into the Forbidden Forest the following week.
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own GATE manga, though the actual constellations and mythology we're using is probably public domain.
