I'm actually quite surprised I got a request for this. It's been like, what, 2 years? And for those of you who don't know what the hell this is, it's a 12 Word Challenge.
My first fic consisted of people giving me random words, and I have the job of incorporating it into a chapter/oneshot. I was quite surprised people found the challenge in the first place. :D
"Tulips scare me," Mukahi stated, feeling drowsy from the tennis practice conditioning Atobe made everyone do that day.
"...Flowers shouldn't scare you; that's just not normal," Shishido stated, giving him a look before going back to fix his shoelaces which had come undone.
"Tulips should be killed. Preferably by either Yukimura or snow," Mukahi muttered, dropping his tennis racket in Atobe's lap, who gave a grunt of protest. "Either one would be cool. Yukimura could use like, Inui's science or whatever and....I dunno what snow would do."
"Get out of our tennis team right now and never come back," Shishido demanded, standing up and pointing out towards the tennis court gate.
"Shishido-san, that's rude," Ootori reprimanded him, but he was ignored. Oh. Burn.
"I don't want to go away," Mukahi argued, standing up too and stamping his foot. "So what if I have a problem with tulips? Am I to be shunned from society just because of that?"
"Shishido-san!" Another reprimand from Ootori, again ignored.
"You know what you should do? You should get like, one of those astronomical clock things and then start yelling at it whenever you get into a bad temper tantrum," Mukahi suggested.
"I DO NOT GET INTO BAD TEMPER TANTRUMS," Shishido shouted, waving his arms.
"...Right. I bet by the time you're fifty you won't be able to hold a trophy anymore because you're so weak from getting all riled up and stuff."
"What, so are my muscles going to randomly just disappear because I yell at you a lot?!"
"...Pretty much. I think you should get disciplined by the Shinsengumi!!"
"...WHO ARE THAT?!" Shishido shouted, and Atobe immediately clucked his tongue.
"Shishido, really now, use proper grammar when talking."
"SHUT UP ATOBE, IT WAS JUST A TALKING TYPO."
"...Is there even such a thing as a talking typo?" Mukahi asked.
"That's like asking if there's such a thing as a German Shepard," Shishido muttered.
"...I...guess. I don't really pay attention to these things."
Mukahi whacked him on the head. "YOU SPEND TOO MUCH OF YOUR LIFE PLAYING TENNIS. FIFTY PUSH-UPS ON THE ASPHALT, RIGHT NOW!!"
"...We're on the grass right now."
"Dude, just like, chew gum and just like, chill," Mukahi said, waving a hand. "Look at the pretty earth on the ground. It's brown!! And look, that looks like an imprint of a cow!! OH AND LOOK!!! YOU CAN SEE YOUR SHADOW ON THE GRASS!"
"That makes no sense whatsoever. I think you need to go to a mental hospital."
"...I think you need to too."
"...I GIVE UP. GO CHEW YOUR GUM AND...WATCH YOUR COW CLOUDS OR WHATEVER!" Shishido shouted, stomping off to do whatever.
Nothing really got done in that wonderful day at Hyoutei.