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FIC: Operation: Inui-Juice
Title: Operation: Inui-Juice
Author: Katharos
Rating: G
Genre: Humour
Characters: Momoshiro, Kikumaru, Ryoma
Summary: The word is out! Inui has a new juice. Two intrepid commandos take on the deadly mission to seek out and discover the true nature of this new threat.
It was a stunning practical demonstration of rapid evolution within closed groups. In the few short months since the beginning of the new academic year, the Seigaku tennis club had evolved an alert system to put all other animal groups to shame. Through notes, word of mouth, and a strange form of psychic osmosis the warning was carried to even the most outlying members within an hour of the threat’s discovery.
It was unfortunate that the scientific community would never enjoy the research potential of this fascinating occurrence. The only observations of the subjects resided within Inui’s notebooks, and he made it a matter of principle to never share his data.
However, those most intimately involved with the situation had far more important things on their minds than this loss to scientific knowledge.
“Eiji-senpai!” Momoshiro hissed, grabbing at the older boy’s arm. The halls were quiet, most other students in last period which Momoshiro and Kikumaru both had as a free.
“Momo!” Kikumaru jumped, turning to face his fellow victim.
“Did you hear?” Momoshiro moaned.
“Uhuh,” Kikumaru nodded his head miserably. “New Inui juice!” They both shuddered.
“It’s gonna be a super super deluxe special edition – “
“Version 4.6 mark III refined remix Inui juice,” Kikumaru finished, his complexion taking on a slightly green tinge.
Momoshirou swallowed thickly. “Please don’t, Eiji-senpai.”
“You started it.”
There was a moment’s pause.
“What colour do you think it’ll be?” Momoshiro speculated fearfully.
“Don’t!” Kikumaru clapped his hands over his own ears. “Don’t think about it, nya!”
“Do you think it’ll bubble? I bet it bubbles,” Momoshirou continued morbidly. “The last few haven’t bubbled, I bet he thinks it’s time we had one that bubbles umph!”
Momo blinked indignantly over the edge of the hand plastered over his mouth.
Kikumaru was glowering at him, bright blue eyes narrowing into slits and only inches away from his own.
“I think you should shut up now, Momoshirou,” he hissed.
Momo nodded weakly. Eiji-senpai scary!
Kikumaru released him and slumped down against the wall, his face one of complete and utter misery. “And Ryusaki-sensei just lets him get away with it,” he said in tones of betrayal. “I thought she liked us more than that!”
Momo settled down cautiously besides him. “Too bad we can’t get a look at it before he forces it on us,” he muttered. “Who knows what sought of stuff he puts in those things.”
Kikumaru sat bolt upright, his eyes sparkling. “That’s it!” he declared.
“Huh? What’s it?”
“We have to discover what Inui’s new juice is before he force us to drink it!”
Momo blinked. “But Eiji-senpai, we don’t know where Inui keeps his juice!”
“Well, Aiko-san, who is in Inui’s class, told her boyfriend Shigure who told his sister Akari who told her friend Misa-chan who told Kenji who told Ayanami who told Riika-chan who told me,” even Eiji had to pause here to take a breath before continuing, “That Inui has permission from his teacher to keep some ongoing experiments in a cupboard in lab 4!” He finished triumphantly.
Momo eyes had widened. “So that means…” he said in a reverential whisper.
****
It had taken them a while to find it. Lab 4 was generally reserved for students involved in extra credit projects for science, something which neither Kikumaru nor Momoshiro possessed any interest in. Having finally located it they were faced with another problem.
“I don’t suppose your source mentioned which number cupboard it was, Eiji-senpai?” Momoshiro muttered, eyeing the rows of cupboards lining the walls of the lab.
“We cannot fail now!” Kikumaru settled his hands on his hips and surveyed the lab with grim determination. “Momo, you take the left side, I’ll take the right!”
“Yes sir!” Momoshiro saluted, grinning.
Just as Kikumaru was staring into a cupboard and wondering why anyone would want to keep mouldy bread, there came a strangled noise from the other side of the room.
“Momo?” He closed the cupboard and joined his comrade in arms who seemed frozen in place.
“Look at this,” Momoshiro whispered, in the tones of one who fears a louder voice might raise demons from the depths.
Kikumaru stepped forward fearfully and peered into the cupboard. His face became a mask of abject horror. “Inui juice bottles,” he whispered. A shudder rippled down his spine. “Hundreds of them!”
They stared into the cupboard in horrified awe.
At last Kikumaru stirred. “Which do you think is the new one?”
Momoshiro touched one of the tall white bottles gingerly with his fingertip. “They’re all labelled, look, Eiji-senpai. Look. A name, a date…”
“Here,” Kikumaru hissed, dropping to his knees and peering into the bottom shelf off the cupboard. “These must be the latest ones!”
Momoshiro joined him on the floor. “There’s so many of them,” he said hoarsely, a cold chill spreading through his body.
“But all the same label,” Kikumaru insisted. “And all today’s date!” He grabbed the front most bottle off the shelf and brought it out into the light where they could read the label more easily. “Does it say what it is?” He asked anxiously, peering at the English letters noted neatly on the white label.
Momo screwed up his face, trying to work his way through the strange syllables. “Bu – beh – tell –“
“guh – guh – gheeze – Beh-tell-gheeze!” Eiji finished. They grinned at each other, flushed with triumph. Then Momoshiro’s face fell. “But what does it mean?” he moaned. “It’s nonsense, Eiji-senpai! Nonsense!”
Kikumaru slumped. “I don’t know, nya, he whimpered. “I’m awful at English.” They stared at the bottle, desolate.
Suddenly Momoshiro bolted upright, his face lit up. “Echizen!” he said triumphantly.
Kikumaru blinked. “Hoi? What about Ochibi?”
Before Momoshiro could answer the school bell rang, signalling the end of school. They stared at each other in horror, realising their positions.
“Quick!” Kikumaru hissed, slamming the cupboard door close. He sprinted for the door, skidding on the polished floor as he executed a ninety degrees turn and racing off down the corridor, Momoshiro hot on his heels.
Just as they flung themselves around the corner, a tall shadow appeared at the other end of the corridor. They braced their backs against the wall and tried not to breathe, until they heard the door open, a few moments quiet, than a click as the door shut and footsteps heading away.
“Phew!” Momoshiro exclaimed, allowing himself to slide down the wall onto the floor, his whole body suddenly limp with relief. “That was too close Eiji-senpai! Too close!”
Eiji was bent over double, hands braced on his thighs as he tried to get his heart rate back under control. “Too close, nya!” He agreed fervently. Suddenly an awful thought struck him and he whirled to face Momoshiro, his eyes wide with panic. “Momo! The bottle! Inui will see it! He’ll know we were there! Sneaking! If he knows he’ll make us drink a gallon of Inui-juice!” He was shaking now. “I don’t want to die, nya! I’m too young to die!”
Momoshiro paled at the picture Kikumaru painted, but managed to dredge up a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, Eiji-senpai.” He waved a familiar white bottle at the older boy.
Kikumaru slumped in relief. “You have it!” His relief was short lived. “But what if he notices its missing!”
Momoshiro looked briefly worried as well. “Surely he won’t!” he spoke as if trying to reassure himself. “There were hundreds of them! Hundreds! He won’t miss one…” He trailed off, visions of Inui’s notebooks dancing through his head.
Kikumaru slumped, having experienced similar visions. “It’s too late now, nya.” He blinked as he remembered something. “Momo! What was that about Echizen in there!”
Momoshiro blinked, dragging his mind away from images of revenge crazed Inuis. “Oh that. Well I thought it’s in English right? Echizen can speak English. He lived in America. And he’s good at English.”
“Hoi! You’re right!” Eiji grabbed the bottle out of Momoshiro’s hand, revitalized. “Come on Momo! Let’s find Ochibi!”
***
Ryoma was dragging his feet as he trailed reluctantly towards his shoe locker. The halls were mostly empty now, only those on cleaning duty and the occasional student running late still present. The thought of the laps awaiting him would normally encourage him to speed up, but Inui-senpai had a new juice today, which meant he would be looking for someone to test it on. Ryoma entertained a brief but satisfying fantasy of offering his father up as guinea pig of choice.
There was a sound of running footsteps approaching, skidding to a halt just behind him and he turned.
“Oi, Ochibi!” A bottle was thrust in front of his face.
Ryoma blinked. “Eiji-senpai, what –“
“Read it, Echizen,” Momoshiro loomed over him ominously, taking shameless advantage of their height difference. “Read it.”
Ryoma glanced at the label. “Betelgeuse,” he said shortly. “Senpais, what is this?”
The pair of erstwhile commandos deflated.
“A sample of Inui’s newest juice, nya,” Kikumaru said mournfully.
Ryoma gave them wide eyes from under the brim of his cap.
“Why would you have that, senpais.”
Momoshiro stuck his nose in the air. “Forewarned is forearmed, Echizen,” he said loftily.
Kikumaru tapped his bottom lip thoughtfully with one finger. “But why would Inui call his new juice that?”
Ryoma suddenly found himself on the receiving end of two very fierce stares.
“Echizen!” Momoshiro demanded. “What is ‘Betelgeuse?”
Ryoma frowned, reluctantly taking a bit more interest in the proceedings. Even he couldn’t stay apathetic in the face of Inui’s juice. “It’s a star,” he said slowly. “I don’t see what –“ He went white.
Momoshiro blinked. “Echizen?” He asked worriedly
“Ochibi?” Kikumaru peered anxiously into the smaller boys face. “What’s wrong?”
“I just remembered,” Ryoma said, his voice slightly faint. “It’s my grandmother’s funeral. Bye.” He turned to leave.
“Huh?” the two older boys chorused.
“Oi Echizen –“ Momoshiro tried to grab hold of his kouhai’s arm but the prodigy evaded him smoothly, leaving his two senpai staring after his rapidly disappearing form.
“Why would her run off like that?” Momoshiro asked quietly
Eiji grinned, briefly cheered. “One hundred laps for the Ochibi!”
“Yeah, but why’d he run away?” Momoshiro insisted.
Kikumaru frowned and looked down at the bottle. “He said it was just the name of a star. It might not mean anything.”
“Weird name for a star,” Momoshiro commented.
“Yeah,” Kikumaru agreed. “The last bit sounded like ‘juice.’”
Momoshiro snickered. “Must be Inui-senpai’s idea of a joke.”
“Yeah but Inui’s jokes are like Fuji’s jokes! They’re not very funny!” Kikumaru glowered down at the bottle as if he could force its secrets out of it by will power alone. “The first bit… that kinda sounds like a word as well, don’t you think?”
Momoshiro frowned. “Yeah,” he agreed slowly. “Now that you mention it, I think I have heard it before…”
“An English word…”
“Oh yeah!” Momoshiro exclaimed. “I remember when I heard it!”
“When?!” Kikumaru demanded.
“It was a few weeks ago, when we were doing animal vocab…” his voice faltered.
Kikumaru’s eyes widened. “Animal vocabulary,” he said faintly.
They stared at each other, chalk white.
“I just remembered,” Momoshiro said weakly. “It’s my grandmother’s funeral today as well.”
“Uh,” Kikumaru nodded his head vigorously. “Me too!”
A few seconds later the hall was empty, save for an innocent white bottle rolled up against the bottom of the shoe lockers where Horio would find it the next morning.
Mini Epilogue.
The next day…
“Hey Oishi!” Eiji bounced up to his friend, grinning wildly. “Did you hear? Horio got taken to the hospital this morning!”
“Eiji, that’s not very nice,” Oishi reprimanded gently. Eiji shrugged unrepentantly. Oishi gave him a more serious look. “You missed practice yesterday.”
Eiji looked furtive. “Uh, it was my grandmother’s funeral.”
Oishi gave him a look. “Eiji. Both your grandmothers are already dead.”
Eiji blinked. “Oops.”
Amused, Oishi shook his head. “Well, you’ve got a least thirty laps waiting for you today for missing the practice yesterday. Momo and Echizen too.”
Suddenly Eiji’s eyes widened in panic and he grabbed Oishi’s arms. “Oishi! Did you drink any of Inui’s new juice yesterday?”
Oishi grimaced in recollection. “Yes, I missed one of Ryuzaki-sensei’s volleys.”
Eiji was beginning to look faintly sick, just now realising what fate he had left his doubles partner to face alone. “Oishi, do you know what that juice was? It – mph!” Eiji blinked at his partner over the hand now covering his mouth.
“Eiji,” Oishi sighed, shaking his head. “Haven’t you every heard the saying, ‘ignorance is bliss?’”
Authors babble.
And if anyone is pronounciation impaired (like me) Betelgeuse is pronounced 'Beetle-juice.'
Couldn't figure out what the hell the lecturer was going on about when he stared talking about it... When I finally did I thought "Oh! That would make a cut idea for a POT drabble!" It wasn't meant to be longer than 1000 words... certanly not double that!
Title: Operation: Inui-Juice
Author: Katharos
Rating: G
Genre: Humour
Characters: Momoshiro, Kikumaru, Ryoma
Summary: The word is out! Inui has a new juice. Two intrepid commandos take on the deadly mission to seek out and discover the true nature of this new threat.
It was a stunning practical demonstration of rapid evolution within closed groups. In the few short months since the beginning of the new academic year, the Seigaku tennis club had evolved an alert system to put all other animal groups to shame. Through notes, word of mouth, and a strange form of psychic osmosis the warning was carried to even the most outlying members within an hour of the threat’s discovery.
It was unfortunate that the scientific community would never enjoy the research potential of this fascinating occurrence. The only observations of the subjects resided within Inui’s notebooks, and he made it a matter of principle to never share his data.
However, those most intimately involved with the situation had far more important things on their minds than this loss to scientific knowledge.
“Eiji-senpai!” Momoshiro hissed, grabbing at the older boy’s arm. The halls were quiet, most other students in last period which Momoshiro and Kikumaru both had as a free.
“Momo!” Kikumaru jumped, turning to face his fellow victim.
“Did you hear?” Momoshiro moaned.
“Uhuh,” Kikumaru nodded his head miserably. “New Inui juice!” They both shuddered.
“It’s gonna be a super super deluxe special edition – “
“Version 4.6 mark III refined remix Inui juice,” Kikumaru finished, his complexion taking on a slightly green tinge.
Momoshirou swallowed thickly. “Please don’t, Eiji-senpai.”
“You started it.”
There was a moment’s pause.
“What colour do you think it’ll be?” Momoshiro speculated fearfully.
“Don’t!” Kikumaru clapped his hands over his own ears. “Don’t think about it, nya!”
“Do you think it’ll bubble? I bet it bubbles,” Momoshirou continued morbidly. “The last few haven’t bubbled, I bet he thinks it’s time we had one that bubbles umph!”
Momo blinked indignantly over the edge of the hand plastered over his mouth.
Kikumaru was glowering at him, bright blue eyes narrowing into slits and only inches away from his own.
“I think you should shut up now, Momoshirou,” he hissed.
Momo nodded weakly. Eiji-senpai scary!
Kikumaru released him and slumped down against the wall, his face one of complete and utter misery. “And Ryusaki-sensei just lets him get away with it,” he said in tones of betrayal. “I thought she liked us more than that!”
Momo settled down cautiously besides him. “Too bad we can’t get a look at it before he forces it on us,” he muttered. “Who knows what sought of stuff he puts in those things.”
Kikumaru sat bolt upright, his eyes sparkling. “That’s it!” he declared.
“Huh? What’s it?”
“We have to discover what Inui’s new juice is before he force us to drink it!”
Momo blinked. “But Eiji-senpai, we don’t know where Inui keeps his juice!”
“Well, Aiko-san, who is in Inui’s class, told her boyfriend Shigure who told his sister Akari who told her friend Misa-chan who told Kenji who told Ayanami who told Riika-chan who told me,” even Eiji had to pause here to take a breath before continuing, “That Inui has permission from his teacher to keep some ongoing experiments in a cupboard in lab 4!” He finished triumphantly.
Momo eyes had widened. “So that means…” he said in a reverential whisper.
****
It had taken them a while to find it. Lab 4 was generally reserved for students involved in extra credit projects for science, something which neither Kikumaru nor Momoshiro possessed any interest in. Having finally located it they were faced with another problem.
“I don’t suppose your source mentioned which number cupboard it was, Eiji-senpai?” Momoshiro muttered, eyeing the rows of cupboards lining the walls of the lab.
“We cannot fail now!” Kikumaru settled his hands on his hips and surveyed the lab with grim determination. “Momo, you take the left side, I’ll take the right!”
“Yes sir!” Momoshiro saluted, grinning.
Just as Kikumaru was staring into a cupboard and wondering why anyone would want to keep mouldy bread, there came a strangled noise from the other side of the room.
“Momo?” He closed the cupboard and joined his comrade in arms who seemed frozen in place.
“Look at this,” Momoshiro whispered, in the tones of one who fears a louder voice might raise demons from the depths.
Kikumaru stepped forward fearfully and peered into the cupboard. His face became a mask of abject horror. “Inui juice bottles,” he whispered. A shudder rippled down his spine. “Hundreds of them!”
They stared into the cupboard in horrified awe.
At last Kikumaru stirred. “Which do you think is the new one?”
Momoshiro touched one of the tall white bottles gingerly with his fingertip. “They’re all labelled, look, Eiji-senpai. Look. A name, a date…”
“Here,” Kikumaru hissed, dropping to his knees and peering into the bottom shelf off the cupboard. “These must be the latest ones!”
Momoshiro joined him on the floor. “There’s so many of them,” he said hoarsely, a cold chill spreading through his body.
“But all the same label,” Kikumaru insisted. “And all today’s date!” He grabbed the front most bottle off the shelf and brought it out into the light where they could read the label more easily. “Does it say what it is?” He asked anxiously, peering at the English letters noted neatly on the white label.
Momo screwed up his face, trying to work his way through the strange syllables. “Bu – beh – tell –“
“guh – guh – gheeze – Beh-tell-gheeze!” Eiji finished. They grinned at each other, flushed with triumph. Then Momoshiro’s face fell. “But what does it mean?” he moaned. “It’s nonsense, Eiji-senpai! Nonsense!”
Kikumaru slumped. “I don’t know, nya, he whimpered. “I’m awful at English.” They stared at the bottle, desolate.
Suddenly Momoshiro bolted upright, his face lit up. “Echizen!” he said triumphantly.
Kikumaru blinked. “Hoi? What about Ochibi?”
Before Momoshiro could answer the school bell rang, signalling the end of school. They stared at each other in horror, realising their positions.
“Quick!” Kikumaru hissed, slamming the cupboard door close. He sprinted for the door, skidding on the polished floor as he executed a ninety degrees turn and racing off down the corridor, Momoshiro hot on his heels.
Just as they flung themselves around the corner, a tall shadow appeared at the other end of the corridor. They braced their backs against the wall and tried not to breathe, until they heard the door open, a few moments quiet, than a click as the door shut and footsteps heading away.
“Phew!” Momoshiro exclaimed, allowing himself to slide down the wall onto the floor, his whole body suddenly limp with relief. “That was too close Eiji-senpai! Too close!”
Eiji was bent over double, hands braced on his thighs as he tried to get his heart rate back under control. “Too close, nya!” He agreed fervently. Suddenly an awful thought struck him and he whirled to face Momoshiro, his eyes wide with panic. “Momo! The bottle! Inui will see it! He’ll know we were there! Sneaking! If he knows he’ll make us drink a gallon of Inui-juice!” He was shaking now. “I don’t want to die, nya! I’m too young to die!”
Momoshiro paled at the picture Kikumaru painted, but managed to dredge up a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, Eiji-senpai.” He waved a familiar white bottle at the older boy.
Kikumaru slumped in relief. “You have it!” His relief was short lived. “But what if he notices its missing!”
Momoshiro looked briefly worried as well. “Surely he won’t!” he spoke as if trying to reassure himself. “There were hundreds of them! Hundreds! He won’t miss one…” He trailed off, visions of Inui’s notebooks dancing through his head.
Kikumaru slumped, having experienced similar visions. “It’s too late now, nya.” He blinked as he remembered something. “Momo! What was that about Echizen in there!”
Momoshiro blinked, dragging his mind away from images of revenge crazed Inuis. “Oh that. Well I thought it’s in English right? Echizen can speak English. He lived in America. And he’s good at English.”
“Hoi! You’re right!” Eiji grabbed the bottle out of Momoshiro’s hand, revitalized. “Come on Momo! Let’s find Ochibi!”
***
Ryoma was dragging his feet as he trailed reluctantly towards his shoe locker. The halls were mostly empty now, only those on cleaning duty and the occasional student running late still present. The thought of the laps awaiting him would normally encourage him to speed up, but Inui-senpai had a new juice today, which meant he would be looking for someone to test it on. Ryoma entertained a brief but satisfying fantasy of offering his father up as guinea pig of choice.
There was a sound of running footsteps approaching, skidding to a halt just behind him and he turned.
“Oi, Ochibi!” A bottle was thrust in front of his face.
Ryoma blinked. “Eiji-senpai, what –“
“Read it, Echizen,” Momoshiro loomed over him ominously, taking shameless advantage of their height difference. “Read it.”
Ryoma glanced at the label. “Betelgeuse,” he said shortly. “Senpais, what is this?”
The pair of erstwhile commandos deflated.
“A sample of Inui’s newest juice, nya,” Kikumaru said mournfully.
Ryoma gave them wide eyes from under the brim of his cap.
“Why would you have that, senpais.”
Momoshiro stuck his nose in the air. “Forewarned is forearmed, Echizen,” he said loftily.
Kikumaru tapped his bottom lip thoughtfully with one finger. “But why would Inui call his new juice that?”
Ryoma suddenly found himself on the receiving end of two very fierce stares.
“Echizen!” Momoshiro demanded. “What is ‘Betelgeuse?”
Ryoma frowned, reluctantly taking a bit more interest in the proceedings. Even he couldn’t stay apathetic in the face of Inui’s juice. “It’s a star,” he said slowly. “I don’t see what –“ He went white.
Momoshiro blinked. “Echizen?” He asked worriedly
“Ochibi?” Kikumaru peered anxiously into the smaller boys face. “What’s wrong?”
“I just remembered,” Ryoma said, his voice slightly faint. “It’s my grandmother’s funeral. Bye.” He turned to leave.
“Huh?” the two older boys chorused.
“Oi Echizen –“ Momoshiro tried to grab hold of his kouhai’s arm but the prodigy evaded him smoothly, leaving his two senpai staring after his rapidly disappearing form.
“Why would her run off like that?” Momoshiro asked quietly
Eiji grinned, briefly cheered. “One hundred laps for the Ochibi!”
“Yeah, but why’d he run away?” Momoshiro insisted.
Kikumaru frowned and looked down at the bottle. “He said it was just the name of a star. It might not mean anything.”
“Weird name for a star,” Momoshiro commented.
“Yeah,” Kikumaru agreed. “The last bit sounded like ‘juice.’”
Momoshiro snickered. “Must be Inui-senpai’s idea of a joke.”
“Yeah but Inui’s jokes are like Fuji’s jokes! They’re not very funny!” Kikumaru glowered down at the bottle as if he could force its secrets out of it by will power alone. “The first bit… that kinda sounds like a word as well, don’t you think?”
Momoshiro frowned. “Yeah,” he agreed slowly. “Now that you mention it, I think I have heard it before…”
“An English word…”
“Oh yeah!” Momoshiro exclaimed. “I remember when I heard it!”
“When?!” Kikumaru demanded.
“It was a few weeks ago, when we were doing animal vocab…” his voice faltered.
Kikumaru’s eyes widened. “Animal vocabulary,” he said faintly.
They stared at each other, chalk white.
“I just remembered,” Momoshiro said weakly. “It’s my grandmother’s funeral today as well.”
“Uh,” Kikumaru nodded his head vigorously. “Me too!”
A few seconds later the hall was empty, save for an innocent white bottle rolled up against the bottom of the shoe lockers where Horio would find it the next morning.
Mini Epilogue.
The next day…
“Hey Oishi!” Eiji bounced up to his friend, grinning wildly. “Did you hear? Horio got taken to the hospital this morning!”
“Eiji, that’s not very nice,” Oishi reprimanded gently. Eiji shrugged unrepentantly. Oishi gave him a more serious look. “You missed practice yesterday.”
Eiji looked furtive. “Uh, it was my grandmother’s funeral.”
Oishi gave him a look. “Eiji. Both your grandmothers are already dead.”
Eiji blinked. “Oops.”
Amused, Oishi shook his head. “Well, you’ve got a least thirty laps waiting for you today for missing the practice yesterday. Momo and Echizen too.”
Suddenly Eiji’s eyes widened in panic and he grabbed Oishi’s arms. “Oishi! Did you drink any of Inui’s new juice yesterday?”
Oishi grimaced in recollection. “Yes, I missed one of Ryuzaki-sensei’s volleys.”
Eiji was beginning to look faintly sick, just now realising what fate he had left his doubles partner to face alone. “Oishi, do you know what that juice was? It – mph!” Eiji blinked at his partner over the hand now covering his mouth.
“Eiji,” Oishi sighed, shaking his head. “Haven’t you every heard the saying, ‘ignorance is bliss?’”
Authors babble.
And if anyone is pronounciation impaired (like me) Betelgeuse is pronounced 'Beetle-juice.'
Couldn't figure out what the hell the lecturer was going on about when he stared talking about it... When I finally did I thought "Oh! That would make a cut idea for a POT drabble!" It wasn't meant to be longer than 1000 words... certanly not double that!
