Summary "Ore-sama is just about the least egotistical person there is…"
Disclaimer: If I owned PoT… I would… oh whatever … I just don't.
"Ne Yuushi!" Mukahi crawled up to Oshitari.
"What is it, Gakuto?" Oshitari asked, putting the book he was reading away.
"Let's play the 'it is' game!" Mukahi declared.
"Did you just make that game up?" Atobe asked, from the other side of the change room.
"Well, kind of," Mukahi grinned, "But never mind that, I'll say whoever is… and you say the first word that comes to mind."
"No," Oshitari said simply.
"Aw, why not?" Mukahi pouted.
"Because it's stupid!" Shishido called.
"It's not stupid, I'm bored!" Mukahi called back, "If you don't play it, I'll cry!"
"Why do you always drag me into this?" Oshitari asked.
"Because I love you?" Mukahi guessed.
"Okay, Shishido is…"
"HEY! WHAT WAS THAT?" Mukahi screamed, hitting Oshitari on the head.
"You said that Seigaku tensai was pretty!"
"…It was the first thing that came to mind…"
"Prettier than me?" Mukahi asked.
"The world is prettier than you!" Shishido yelled from across the room.
"SHUT UP NO ONE ASKED YOU!"
"No, he's not prettier than you," Oshitari said without a hint of emotion, "Now please continue."
"Egotistical," Oshitari said automatically.
"Ore-sama is NOT egotistical!"
This was followed by a large round of coughing…
"I'll have you know that Ore-sama is the least egotistical person there is!" Atobe continued.
"Oh no, he's gonna make one of his speeches again."
"Even on totally dreadful days, Ore-sama always manages to compliment people on their appearance or personality, even when the mission is virtually impossible." Atobe paused to look at Mukahi, "Ore-sama realize that my own naturally luminous tresses and acute fashion sense intimidates Ore-sama's friends" All the other regulars tried not to strangle their buchou at this point, "So Ore-sama always manages to dress down in order to improve their self confidence in their dreary appearance. Ore-sama doesn't do these kind gestures out of pity or obligation, but because Ore-sama is innately charitable to others and feel personally responsible for their wellbeing. I have earned great respect from followers who prophesize that when Ore-sama grows up Ore-sama's self-sacrificing nature will regain equality and rid prejudice from society. Ore-sama's services for mankind will be recreated through the magic of cinema and syndicated on free websites like You Tube in honour of Ore-sama's low tolerance for overpriced blockbusters that deprived peasants can't afford. Therefore Ore-sama is just about the least egotistical person there is..."
The rest of the regulars just stared at him for a few minutes in amazement. Who knew that a person could lie so much in one paragraph. This could set a new world record for the biggest liar on earth.
"Anyways…" Mukahi rolled his eyes, "Jirou is…"
"WERE YOU EVEN LISTENING?" Atobe shouted.
"No," The whole team answered simultaneously.
"I hate you all…"
A/N: I got bored and wrote this in half and hour… or less. It's kinda random and rambly… Once again, the speech is taken from my school newspaper, revised and edited by, yours truly, moi… and Ica… but mainly moi… Ica just edited the thing… Oh and Daycare and Librarians is like… dead… I can't think of any good ideas for it and Ica here won't help so… blame it on her.
E/N: So it's MY fault that your brain is practically DEAD? Sure...and yeah...I edited it. FLAME ANGELA ABOUT ANY MISTAKES!! Blame it on HER since she says that I'm not doing anything. HAVE FUN!!! DON'T REVIEW!!!! (Anti: Thanks Ica, thanks)
Hopeless27 (aka A/N): OH and I might NOT be posting anything for awhile because I'm currently writing a historical AU fic… and I might post it on a side account I have (I'll call it A-chan here…)… then again, I might not post it at all…(STILL haven't decided). It's all these technicalities about that time period that'll piss me off, and it's one of my mere whims so if I post it here, I'll have a bit of an obligation to finish it and I might not. Anyways, so while I'm amusing myself with that, I'll be kinda… dead… here… unless I feel like drabbles.