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The Probability of Dating - Chapter 5

Title: The Probability of Dating

Author:
Sinnatious

Summary: InuiRyo.  Inui calculates that there is only a 0.02% chance that Echizen Ryoma would be willing to date him.  Fortunately, data can be changed.

Rating: PGish.  Rating for shonen ai and innuendo.

Author’s Note:  Not sure when the next chapter will be.  Sometime between Friday and Sunday?  It's another short one, so shouldn't be too long coming.


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The Probability of Dating

Chapter 5


By Sinnatious
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“Inui-senpai.”
 
“Ah! Inui-senpai… There-!”
 
Inui blinked. Darkness. He reached up, and tugged his eye-mask off. The harsh glare of sunlight had him closing his eyes again while he felt around for his glasses.
 
He lay in bed for several minutes. There was still some time before his alarm sounded and he would need to begin his morning routine. He mentally rearranged it for an extra few minutes in the shower that morning.
 
It was only natural, he reasoned. Healthy, even. He was of the appropriate age. He didn’t understand why he was so surprised to have a dream of… that nature. Or why he was so surprised it was about Echizen. It only made sense – his thoughts had been largely centred on his underclassman for the past few weeks.
 
It was the end goal. His subconscious was giving him affirmation. There was no reason to be embarrassed.
 
But when his mind’s eye flicked back to those bare shoulder blades and pale thighs, his tongue started to feel thick in his mouth and his stomach would twist into coils.
 
Yes. Definitely shower time.
 
He actually wound up arriving at practice that morning later than Echizen, which was a first. Tezuka gave them both laps, and Echizen smirked at him. It was a fantastic opportunity, but Inui couldn’t do anything other than fight down the blush threatening to colour his face.
 
He estimated a nine percent drop in his usual performance during that morning practice. The freshman’s mere presence was an enormous distraction – it wasn’t until their drills took them to different courts that the data-gatherer was finally able to focus properly. 
 
This was terrible. He needed to get himself sorted before practice that afternoon if he was to initiate his plans. 
 
Needless to say, his performance in class was a further fifteen percent worse than his attentiveness in morning practice. However, by the time afternoon practice rolled around, Inui was confident he would be able to execute his carefully laid plans without a hitch. 
 
The data-gatherer meticulously measured the length the racquet handle, and then handed it back to Kaidoh. “Just your regular grip next, please.”
 
Kaidoh obliged. “Fsssshuuu, what’s this even for, senpai?”
 
“A survey of a number of variables relating to grip. All of the Regulars have textbook grips, but I’m trying to discover any hidden correlations between factors such as handle width, finger length, joint angles, that sort of thing,” Inui remarked offhandedly, jotting several short notes in his book. He turned the racquet over, and measured each of Kaidoh’s fingers. The junior remained silent, though it was plainly visible that he was anxious to get back to training.
 
“That should be all, thank you Kaidoh. Echizen, you’re next. Do you mind?”
 
The first-year sullenly handed over his racquet. “You collect weird data, senpai.”
 
Granted, it was a little stranger than his normal data-collecting habits, but he was genuinely interested to find any correlations, and if it helped him along his path to the ultimate goal, so much the better. Inui measured the handle length and diameter, made a note of the texture of the tape, then handed the racquet back. “Your preferred grip, please.”
 
Echizen held the racquet out. Inui gently took a hold of the hand, pressing lightly on each finger and taking just a little longer than necessary to perform his measurements. “Your knuckles are quite interesting,” he remarked, running his fingers between the smooth bumps on the freshman’s hand.
 
“What’s weird about my knuckles?” Echizen asked, sounding slightly distracted. His eyes kept tracing the path of Inui’s fingers.
 
“Nothing especially.” The senior suddenly felt awkward. “They’re just… very nice,” he finished lamely. Desperately fishing for something to give a proper context to his comment, he blurted, “You have a similar hand type to Fuji, but his knuckles are uneven.”
 
“Did you say something about me, Inui? How interesting,” Fuji remarked from the next court over. His expression was merry, but the data-gatherer felt a brief chill.
 
“Right hand as well, if you wouldn’t mind,” Inui requested, eager to change the subject.
 
“Che, no one else had to,” Echizen complained, switching the racquet to his right hand and holding it out. 
 
“No one else is ambidextrous to the same degree.” Inui repeated the process with the right hand, again holding it just a little longer than he had to. Absently, he massaged the back of the hand with his thumb, then stopped when he realised what he was doing. 
 
Echizen was starting to sport a faint blush, and the senior had the horrible suspicion that he was too. That strange warm feeling was beginning to pool in his stomach again. 
 
Hurriedly, he dropped the hand and wrote down several notes. “That’s excellent. Thank you very much for your help, Echizen.”
 
The freshman shuffled back to practice. Inui tried to calm the sudden rush of adrenaline in his system. What was wrong with him? His reactions were irrational and were jeopardising the next stage of his plan!
 
He took several deep breaths, casting an analytical eye over all the data he’d just collected. The familiar act of mentally sorting and cataloguing the information helped settle his nerves. 
 
Right. He probably had a handle on his own embarrassment now. This was natural, after all. He was merely catching up to his more experienced classmates.
 
Still, Echizen wasn’t quite as embarrassed by merely touching hands as he had been when the test tube broke. It was progress. A very small amount of progress, but progress none-the-less.
 
However, he wasn’t quite finished for the day. His glasses glinted as he headed over to the court Momoshiro was doing his drills on.
 
Ten minutes later, Tezuka called practice to a close. The regulars started to warm down, following the list of stretches and exercises the data-gatherer had outlined the week before. Inui cautiously approached the freshman and cleared his throat.
 
“What is it, senpai?”
 
“I was just wondering if you needed someone to help with your stretches,” Inui stated.
 
Echizen frowned. “Normally I do them with Momo-senpai…” He trailed off, looking around for his absent friend.
 
“That’s my fault I’m afraid. He and Kaidoh both messed up their drills. I also find myself lacking assistance. I’ll help with yours if you’ll help with mine,” he offered.
 
“Che.” The first-year clearly wasn’t impressed with the juniors messing up their drills – though Inui had to admit it was hardly their fault – but didn’t complain. Echizen sat down to do the ten prescribed sit-ups. Inui held down his knees. His hands felt enormous – they seemed to envelope the joints, and those strong, toned, very nice legs that carried Echizen so efficiently around the court suddenly felt like they were made of glass.
 
Inui watched detachedly as the first-year completed his sit-ups. His eyes drifted to the waist, where Echizen’s shirt would bunch and then retreat as he moved, offering tantalising glimpses of pale flesh. Images and sounds from his dream the night before crept back into his consciousness. This was a troubling distraction. Did all of his peers have to deal with this sort of thing as well?
 
“Hey, let me up,” Echizen intoned dully. Belatedly, Inui realised that in his distraction he’d failed to notice that the first-year had finished his sit-ups. Stretches next. They changed position. Inui pushed down on the freshman’s shoulders as he reached for his toes. 
 
It was just stretches. But there was still a faint air of awkwardness – that was what Inui needed to clear. He needed to make Echizen feel comfortable doing stretches with him. Feel comfortable brushing hands. Feel as comfortable with him as he did with Momoshiro and Kikumaru.
 
“Hey, senpai. Senpai! It’s your turn,” Echizen said impatiently.
 
“Oh. Right. I’m sorry.” Inui sat down to do his own sit-ups. 
 
“Che, what’s up with you senpai? Your head has been in the clouds all day.”
 
It took Inui a moment to remember to respond. Those small hands gripping his knees… it seemed as though Echizen wasn’t the only one who needed to become accustomed to some sort of contact. “Just data. Very interesting data.”
 
It was still early. He had a long way to go.
 
 

Comments

( 15 comments — Leave a comment )
argentum_luna
Feb. 18th, 2009 11:04 am (UTC)
Oh Inui. You've got it bad XD XD
(Anonymous)
Feb. 18th, 2009 01:21 pm (UTC)
ohaithar a.k.a SparklyFIsh
and thus this chapter states that Inui is a normal teen-aged boy with healthy hormones.


except for the freaky data collecting part. And the Inui Juice. And the taking love and dating things using mathematics and science attitude.


I feel for Inui. he must not be used to those things. :))
sinnatious
Feb. 19th, 2009 10:37 am (UTC)
Re: ohaithar a.k.a SparklyFIsh
Heh heh, I should warn you, there is a great deal of stating the obvious in this fic! Inui has much to learn. :|
agentlerain
Feb. 18th, 2009 02:09 pm (UTC)
asdkadalkdjlaksdjlakjdaldjaldja, I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T BEEN COMMENTING ENOUGH FOR THE LATEST CHAPTERS.

There is so much <3 in this chapter!

"tugged his eye-mask off" :| I've been reading too much of Kaori's Naruto fanfic. My eyes read this as Kakashi's facemask and for a moment I thought you'd wrote her fic. :P *___* Inui with a eye-mask is hilarious though. I can see him munching on some cucumber slices. :3

Sin, it's about time we saw Ryoma have a pleasant dream. >:D We've been treated to Tezuka's adorable reactions and straight denial and asldkjasdl! Inui handles everything so calmly! :P

It makes me laugh so much, the way he so calmly admits to himself that it's perfectly normal to have a reaction. And then go around and stare at Ryoma's stomach. Or be terribly obvious that he's trying to raep make Ryoma fall in love with him. :P At least get everyone else's grip data!

The data status at the end always cheer me up. :3
kaorismash
Feb. 18th, 2009 06:24 pm (UTC)
:D :D :D SIN SHOULD TOTALLY WRITE A KAKASHIFIC. JUST SAYIN'.
agentlerain
Feb. 19th, 2009 11:05 am (UTC)
BUT IF SHE STARTS, YOU'LL NEVER BE SATISFIED! XP

Oh you, anything for your new shiny OTP, eh?
sinnatious
Feb. 19th, 2009 10:42 am (UTC)
Inui would eat the cucumber slices that were supposed to be on his eyes? XD SLIGHTLY DISTURBING/HILARIOUS MENTAL IMAGE THERE.

But seriously, he wears an eyemask when he's sleeping! It turns up in the anime at least three times! It reminds me of that really old Wilson gag on Home Improvement - the neighbour who always had the bottom half of his face hidden. (!! There you go, Kaori, that would be the only Kakashi fic I would write - Naruto/Home Improvement crossover. XD)

Now that you mention it... true, Tezuka's had the dreams, Inui's had the dreams, but Ryoma hasn't yet. This is probably because most fic I write is in Tezuka's POV? Still, don't want to use that plot device too much, however realistic it might be.

asfklkfhflkh Once again your comments wind up giving me ideas I wish I'd written in. :|:|:| Should have definitely had a percentage at the end of every chapter. XD

How goes ferris wheel fic? *__*
agentlerain
Feb. 19th, 2009 02:33 pm (UTC)
God. Fail at italics. D:

XP I know he does. But it's still a hilarious gag that I crack up laughing every time I see it. (Naruto/Home Improvement crossover! EPIC CRACK! XP)

:P Nah, I was just joking. Just pointing out their lovely differences. :3 :3

Hahaha, quick put it in now!

Ferris wheel fic. I am sending the first chapter thingy to Kaori this weekend. :| :| :|
kaorismash
Feb. 18th, 2009 06:23 pm (UTC)
You know you're stuck in the gutter when you can't stop laughing at the whole length of the racket handle thing and grip and hand and fingers and knuckles thing. *snorts* ♥

But hey, your fic's making me feel kind of weirded out. (Read: Inui.) I will analyze this feeling later when I wake up at night. :Db
sinnatious
Feb. 19th, 2009 10:44 am (UTC)
This fic actually turned into a festival of subtle double-entendres. There's one in an upcoming chapter I'm especially proud of. :D

*pats* Sorry for weirding you out. I promise you'll like Chapter 7.
jade_peace
Feb. 19th, 2009 02:05 am (UTC)
Oh my. Inuiii! He's starting to grow on me =3

sinnatious
Feb. 19th, 2009 10:45 am (UTC)
Quick, get him removed before he turns cancerous!
gayroadtrip
Feb. 19th, 2009 08:19 am (UTC)
Oh Inui.... XD This entire chapter made my lol♥
firedraygon97
Feb. 22nd, 2009 11:29 pm (UTC)
*cackles* Things finally caught up to Inui. The dream and the hand-caressing made me put my hand to my mouth, all giddy-like. I love fics that can make me cry, and alternatively I love fics that can make me react in embarrassed delight for the situation. ♥ Lovely work!
superultragddya
Feb. 24th, 2009 08:24 pm (UTC)
I LOVE THEE WITH A PASSION PUT TO USE
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