Rabies

Toss Ball. No Take! Only Toss!

  Sighing, I turned around to finally face the boy that had been following me around for the last two minutes. He was glaring at me, and I didn't know if it was because he was pissed or if it was just his default expression. I was picking up the volleyballs off the floor and putting them back into a volleyball basket. Raising my brows, I made a face that asked what he wanted. Usually, I'd taunt him, but I wasn't really in the mood due to lack of sleep from the music that had blasted all night from the room down the hall from mine.

  "Toss." He practically growled at me. In his hands was a ball and an image of a mean-looking dog popped into my head. I guess the name fit him a little too well....

  "What?" My brows furrowed, and I instinctively glared at the taller male. The last time we had practiced together was the time the ball had gotten stuck in a tree, and that was two weeks ago. The last time I tossed for him, though, was just the other day.

  "Ball. Toss." Mad Dog's golden eyes went to the ball in his hands before locking his gaze with my own. I guess he also liked the challenge I provided compared to the others, especially the cream-puff he seemed to get paired with often until a fight nearly broke out between the two.

  "Seriously?"

  "Others are busy. I want to spike. Now." Glancing around, I saw he was telling the truth. Shifting my weight to my left foot, I held out my hands for him to give me the ball. He just looked at my hands for a second before handing it over, and the image of the dog was back in my head. Mad Dog just stood there, his hands limply hanging at his sides as he continued to glare at me.

  "Oh, don't stop moving now, I think we're almost fucking there!" I rolled my eyes. "Find a place where I can fucking toss for you, idiot." The blond snarled but walked away, and I followed him to the net outside. His broad shoulders blocked my view, so I followed him with the slight hope he was actually headed toward the net. There was a cold breeze blowing, causing a slight shiver to run down my spine. Ignoring it, I spun the ball in my hand.

  "Wait, Yamiko-chan! Toss for me instead!" And there was the infamous Shittykawa making his entrance. Sighing as I looked to the clear sky and slightly shook my head, I looked back at the brunette standing behind Mad Dog and I.

  "I'm already tossing for Mad Dog." Gesturing to the male next to me with my head, I saw the brunette pout. It was fake of course, he just wanted to see if he could take me on now. He had tried so many times now that I had lost count, but I still wasn't really in the mood. I could toss fine while still being tired, but there was no way I'd be able to deal with him as well without literally biting his throat out.

  "But you tossed for him the other day! Come on, Yamiko-chan~!" He went to sling an arm over my shoulders, but I ducked under his arms and went to the other side of the spiker.

  "He's become a stray I have decided to take care of." I stated, teasing Mad Dog at the same time. He growled at me, which I ignored. Okay, not really, I just growled back. "Anyways, I prefer him. He's a well-behaved dog after you let him run around and tire himself out. Just like a puppy. A huge ass puppy." Another growl. 'Hm....it seems I use more dog jokes when I'm tired....' I mentally noted.

  "I'm not a fucking dog."

  "Of course you're not, Mad Dog-chan!" I pointed at the blond with my thumb. "See? He's grumpy because he's got all that pent-up puppy energy. So, fuck off, Shittykawa."

  "Why are you so friendly with him?! I'm nicer, and I've known you longer!" The brunette whined as I raised a brow at him. 'Nicer', my ass. The son-of-a-bitch had mood swings all the time between two extremes. He was either happy-go-lucky to annoy me, or being serious while we were pissing each other off.

  "You're annoying. You talk too much. You smell weird. You're irritating. He's only slightly annoying. He's quiet- most of the time. His smell is tolerable. He's only irritating when he's talking back and not obeying." I listed off some differences between the two. "Plus, his spike is wicked fucking cool while yours is....mundane." The brown-eyed male looked as if he had been hit with an arrow with every insult. He fell to his knees, clutching a hand over his heart while the other hand reached toward the sky. 'Drama queen....'

  "Yamiko-chan....I think....I think I see the light! Please- Ow!" He fell forward, face hitting the ground as a volleyball bounced off the back of his head.

  "Get back to practice, Trashykawa!" Iwaizumi shouted from inside the gymnasium. I gave the green-eyed male inside a thumbs up before going the rest of the way to the net outside.

  "Okay, Mad-"

  "Don't call me Mad Dog." He cut me off with a slight snarl.

  "What else am I supposed to fucking call you?" I furrowed my brows nearly just as much as his.

  "....My name, you idiot."

  "....And that would be? Kind of don't remember since you pissed me off the first time we met." Holding the ball in my hands, the blond got this odd look in his golden eyes as I yawned.

  "Kyōtani....Kyōtani, Kentarō." Narrowing my eyes at him, his glare seemed to intensify as if he didn't know what to do and was in an awkward situation. I didn't get why he was so tense, I came out here to toss the ball for him, didn't I?

  "Whatever. You've earned about as much respect from me as Iwaizumi." Shrugging, I closed my eyes and raised my brows. It was true, though. Despite how we normally treated each other, I still held some respect for him, but my temper was just too much sometimes. "So, Kyōtani it is." Looking at him again, his glare seemed even stronger than before as his hands were balled into fists at his sides. 'What the fuck? I'm using his real name! What more does this fucker want?!'"What now?"

  "Toss."

  "I'm not a mind-reader, dumbass. Use your words next time, I'm not Iwaizumi." Yawning once more, I think the spiker was catching on to my lack of sleep from the look he was giving me.

  "I'M NOT A GODDAMNED MIND-READER!" Came a shout from inside the gym, and Kyōtani looked.

  "See? That fucker is a mind-reader."