Preservation

CHAPTER 6: Of Cats and Anikis

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YUKIMURA RESIDENCE

The three regulars sat stiff on the soft Sheraton couch. They felt awkward under Yukimura's stare, even when he wasn't openly glaring at them.

Actually, the bocchama was smiling. And that smile sent shivers down their spines. Not to mention the tension within the room was suffocating. It was so heavy that they found themselves in an unmoving straight, not to mention uncomfortable, sitting position.

'What is with these two? Did they have a fight?' The observant Niou mused in contrast to his two oblivious teammates. He noticed the miniscule changes in expression Echizen and Yukimura showed. He couldn't see everything since they were even better than Sanada-buchou in composing themselves. Who would have thought, right?

So it made him all that much more curious as to what happened for them to be this... well, readable.

But Niou knew his priorities. Curiosity would come later. First-

"Please reconsider the captainship Yukimura-sama."

"Ha..." Niou let out, as someone beat him to saying those words. It was Marui Bunta, mustering all his courage (not to mention pushing his blush down) to speak. Apparently, the red-head was still crushing over Yukimura. Niou was still unsure whether or not his teammate is gay (or bisexual to be more precise. Marui did have a few girlfriends), or it was just that Yukimura was that lovable.

He mentally scoffed at that. Yukimura might be gorgeous, but lovable? Fat chance. Niou thought Ryoma was more charismatic than his master.

"I really don't see the issue with this." Yukimura said, eyes looking to them and yet at the same time, not looking at them at all. Niou learned (by implication) from speech class that this was a sign that he was talking to a group—to no one in particular... or talking to someone he was not looking at.

"I just thought that since I'm suggesting training regimes anyway, wouldn't it just be offending to Sanada if I kept doing so? Besides he agreed with the bet."

That actually made sense, everyone even Yukimura thought. He mused as to why he didn't think of this earlier. He focused on his peripheral vision and stared at Ryoma. That boy really had a knack on making his IQ lower.

"He can always be the fukubuchou, anyway." It was a given he would not be second in command. Kirihara's eye widened at the realization a little later than all of them.

"Oh, right."

"Baka." Ryoma muttered, stood up, and went to the kitchen.

"Kaa-san. I'm hungry." The boy stated a few meters away from them. They were hearing the sound of frying... and that scruptuous smell finally invading their noses as they were too nervous to notice before.

"Just a minute!" A woman said and not even a few seconds later, they heard a little clank. "Ready."

Suddenly, their stomachs groaned. They were suddenly hungry. And as if on cue, the same woman (whose voice was that much more attractive now that they were hungry) called them sweetly.