http://usedtarundoru.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] usedtarundoru.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] route_10652011-10-02 03:45 am

Sanada Dojo!

Who: [livejournal.com profile] usedtarundoru, [livejournal.com profile] futariniousama and [livejournal.com profile] usedlaserbeam.
Where: Outside Tennis house.
When: Sunday 10/02. 4:30 a.m.
Summary: Due to some events, Sanada has issued a training session with two of his teammates. And somehow he will make a man out of these two--
Rating: PG (cause it's Rikkai...)
Log:

[It's a little over four am. Now what do people normally do then? Sleep happily in their beds.

Well, not Sanada. He's out there, warming up and waiting for Niou and Yagyuu to show up. And yes, waking up at 4 am to train is normal for him.

Rock the Geodude is also out, ready for some training.]

[identity profile] usedlaserbeam.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[It's about midway through lap eight that Yagyuu starts silently plotting murder, but by the time they reach the halfway point, even plotting murder would occupy far too much of his concentration. His back is aching, his legs feel like they're on fire, and there's still a whole second half of this to go.

The trouble is, it's also at about the halfway point that his previous fatigue starts to catch up with him, dragging one small noise of pain from his throat before he can clamp down on it again. He may be forced to finish the laps through gritted teeth, but exhaustion be damned, pride and partner always come first.]

[identity profile] futariniousama.livejournal.com 2011-10-03 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes dart to the side at the sound Yagyuu makes. He's far too accustomed to his partner bearing this kind of training in silence (while Niou bears it with loud complaint) not to be somewhat alarmed — and resentful. He knows Sanada's not doing this out of malice, but he's tempted to stop, anyway. If he thought Yagyuu would let him, he would.

But he knows better, so he just adjusts his stride to allow Yagyuu to slow down a little, and shifts to hold as much of the Geodude's weight as he can without freeing Yagyuu from it completely. The least he can do is make the remainder of the run a little less torturous, since it's his fault they're here in the first place. ]

[identity profile] usedlaserbeam.livejournal.com 2011-10-03 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[He knows Niou's look is coming from the instant the noise leaves his throat, and he's ready and waiting with a hard, steady one of his own when it comes. It's a slip that shouldn't have happened, honest though it might've been, and the last thing he wants at the moment is concern—a desire expressed through an almost imperceptible shake of his head and a slight narrowing of his eyes. No. No stopping. It's a question of pride, and his—and on some level, his perception of theirs—won't allow it.

But he will allow the slight adjustment in pace, not wasting energy or focus in attempting to protest. Covering each other's weaknesses is a natural part of doubles; that much he can accept. So he makes good use of the advantage he's been given to steady his breathing, gather his strength, and draw up the energy to complete the remainder of their laps—this time, in silence.]

[identity profile] futariniousama.livejournal.com 2011-10-09 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's all Niou can do to set the Geodude down with some semblance of composure, rather than dropping it outright the second they've finished. He doesn't sit, though his legs are screaming, because he's half-afraid he won't get up again. Instead he stands, hands braced on his knees, and breathes deeply, pausing once to wipe sweat from his face with his shirtsleeve.

After a minute, he glances Yagyuu's way with a grin. His voice is low, conspiratorial. ]


So, you gonna let me in next time?

[identity profile] usedlaserbeam.livejournal.com 2011-10-09 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[It feels like floating on air when the weight finally comes off their shoulders, though whether that's from the bliss of no more running or simply the abrupt weight disparity, it's difficult to say. Either way, Yagyuu is likewise doubled over and breathing hard, the edges of his glasses fogging slightly from the temperature difference between the heat of his skin and the cool morning air.

And yet, despite the exhaustion, there's still the hint of a glint in his eyes as he grasps for the breath to reply.]


Next time, try picking the lock first.