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almondinflower2008-11-09 03:56 pm
fromastudio) wrote in almondinflower2008-11-09 03:56 pm
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untitled kirihara drabble (go me! I am articulate today.)
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tenipuri_time plus for an old request by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
muzivitch who always requests Kirihara and Yanagi which I never write XD. About 300 words. Bit of a rambly, pointless drabble, so it's probably going to get f-locked after the next tenipuri_time challenge starts. -_- (Man, timed writing is bad. Why do I like these comms so much anyway?)
Yanagi-sempai knows everything – or knows more than anyone else Akaya knows, which as far as Akaya is concerned is as close to everything as you're going to get. He reads more books in a day than most people do in a month; can tell you about the stock market and weather and elections in Eastern Europe; at practice he knows the implications of grip tape and string tension and the speed of the wind, every muscle and ligament used in the swinging of a racquet.
Too much data can bring you the wrong conclusion, Niou-sempai has said before, but although Niou-sempai is smart and always comes to the right conclusion he is not as smart as Yanagi-sempai – nor, Yukimura-buchou says, as dangerous.
There's no beating Yanagi-sempai at his own game, so Akaya focuses on the game they both play – tennis – and bombards Yanagi-sempai with questions along the way, questions about training and technique and competition and motivation. Questions even someone who knows everything can't answer, questions like, “How strong do you think I'll be one day?”
He uses Yanagi-sempai in order to beat Yanagi-sempai, and achieving that, moves on.
The funny thing is that it's what Yanagi-sempai wants, and it's not till years later that it occurs to Akaya to wonder why.
(okay it was written in fifteen minutes, I did not want to admit this but I didn't know whether it was more shameful to own up to my lack of conscientiousness or more shameful to pretend I wrote something this lame in forty-five mins)
tenipuri_time plus for an old request by muzivitch who always requests Kirihara and Yanagi which I never write XD. About 300 words. Bit of a rambly, pointless drabble, so it's probably going to get f-locked after the next tenipuri_time challenge starts. -_- (Man, timed writing is bad. Why do I like these comms so much anyway?)Yanagi-sempai knows everything – or knows more than anyone else Akaya knows, which as far as Akaya is concerned is as close to everything as you're going to get. He reads more books in a day than most people do in a month; can tell you about the stock market and weather and elections in Eastern Europe; at practice he knows the implications of grip tape and string tension and the speed of the wind, every muscle and ligament used in the swinging of a racquet.
Too much data can bring you the wrong conclusion, Niou-sempai has said before, but although Niou-sempai is smart and always comes to the right conclusion he is not as smart as Yanagi-sempai – nor, Yukimura-buchou says, as dangerous.
There's no beating Yanagi-sempai at his own game, so Akaya focuses on the game they both play – tennis – and bombards Yanagi-sempai with questions along the way, questions about training and technique and competition and motivation. Questions even someone who knows everything can't answer, questions like, “How strong do you think I'll be one day?”
He uses Yanagi-sempai in order to beat Yanagi-sempai, and achieving that, moves on.
The funny thing is that it's what Yanagi-sempai wants, and it's not till years later that it occurs to Akaya to wonder why.
(okay it was written in fifteen minutes, I did not want to admit this but I didn't know whether it was more shameful to own up to my lack of conscientiousness or more shameful to pretend I wrote something this lame in forty-five mins)