Rule 1: Always Listen to Yukimura-buchou

Kirihara Akaya had no doubt in his mind that this should be rule number one. Yukimura-buchou's word was law for a good reason. Kirihara nodded to himself in thought. Yukimura was a very good captain. And he always had good advice. For instance this incident. . .

.~.~.~.

"Yukimura-buchou! Yukimura-buchou!" Kirihara cried, flailing his arms around wildly as he ran towards his serene captain.

"Yes Akaya?" Yukimura turned to his panicking junior his normal slight smile in place.

Kirihara looked up at his captain, sea-green eyes misting over, and a pout in place on is lips, all tied together in an irresistible kicked-puppy-dog-left-left-out-in-the-rain look. Sniffling slightly to enhance the mood Kirihara began his woeful tale. "N-niou-senpai, tricked me into stealing Sanada-fukubuchou's cap and throw it in the dumpster and then made me do a bunch of English homework because he told me that English was all of my classes!"

Absolutely taken by the expression, Yukimura's smile went from sweet to ever so slightly sadistic. "Aww~, Niou was being evil again? Don't worry I'll deal with him accordingly. Just tell him to go to room 3-E tomorrow. I assume this is why you were late all last week, I'll let you off this time."

Still in his sulky mood Kirihara looked up from his shoes to meet the gentle gaze of his captain. "R-really?" he sniffed. At Yukimura's nod his eyes brightened and he turned away and skipped off; presumably to find Niou.

Yukimura couldn't help but chuckle at the second-year's mood swing, and how cute he was being. The Demigod's own mood was lightened considerably by the fact that Niou was going to be "dealt" with. Oh, how he enjoyed tormenting people.

And dealt with Niou was.

As it oh-so-coincidentally turned out, 3-E was a popular meeting room for fangirls. The unfortunate Trickster happened to come across that very room the very day a huge meeting was scheduled. Needless to say Niou wasn't at tennis practice that afternoon.

Yep, Yukimura was definitely Kirihara's hero for that.

.~.~.~.

As good as Yukimura was, Kirihara couldn't help but question what was going on in his head when he came up with some of his…stranger ideas.

.~.~.~.

It was the day that the roles would be announced for the play the Rikkaidai tennis club would be putting on. Everyone was anxiously waiting for their names and what they would be.

"Jackal is the horse, Yagyuu and Marui will be the evil step-sisters, Niou is the magic mushroom man, Sanada is the Prince, Yanagi is the back-up role of the side characters, and I will be the director," Yukimura rattled off from the list in his hand.

Kirihara tilted his head in confusion, "Um, Yukimura-buchou what am I?"

A devious glint was in Yukimura's eyes as he answered his kouhai. "I'm glad you asked Akaya! You are going to be the star of the show, Cinderella!"

Kirihara gawked, "I'm, what?" he managed to rasp out before blanking out again. Yukimura looked absolutely gleeful at the Demon's expression.

"You're Cinderella brat. Get it through your thick skull," Niou said slapping Kirihara upside the head.

That snapped Kirihara out of his dazed state, "Hey! What was that for Niou-senpai?!" he snapped. "And why do I have to play Cinderella? I'm not a girl!"

Marui popped a green bubble before snorting, "Neither are we seaweed-head," he said gesturing to himself and Yagyuu. "But I'm just genius enough to play the opposite gender."

"Yeah, self-proclaimed genius," Kirihara muttered, "Anyway I still don't get why I have to do it. Just get another club member to do it!"

Yukimura looked crestfallen at Kirihara's statement. "But I designed the dress specifically for you Akaya."

One look was all it took. "Fine I'll do it," Kirihara conceded. As damaging as it was to his manly pride there was no winning against Yukimura-buchou. This was especially true when there was an irate Emperor ready with a "Tarundoru!" slap, and twenty hundred laps for you right behind him.