{Ino/invite/volleyball girls} Full Contact

[yøsh]

Kankuro wasn’t much for sports; a bunch of guys running around in tight pants and padding, trying to get their balls in someone’s end-zone and patting each-other on their ass as a recognized sign of ‘good hussle’ or whatever.... It just wasn’t his thing. However, there were a few (two and a half) exceptions to this rule. Hockey, of course. It was like football, only less stop and go, with blades on your feet and a weapon in your hands, and it’s fucking hockey. Can’t go wrong there.

Then there was volleyball. Kankuro loved volleyball. True, he didn’t know a thing about the sport except that it was a non contact sport; and more was the pity as far as he was concerned. Girls in short shorts and ponytails, jumping up and down, playing with their ball before passing it to the next girl who would jump up and down, then...

He was not one of those people who questioned whether or not it should be an olympic sport. So far as Kankuro was concerned, volleyball, and volleyball girls, should be on espn more then football. Specifically beach volleyball, what with their bikinis, and the sun, and the bikinis, and the surf. Oh yeah, and the bikinis.

However, it seemed that espn didn’t share his opinion, and so Kankuro had to get his fill at a more local location, not that he was complaining. From where he was sitting, reclining on the gym bleachers, watching the high school’s varsity team practice, there was absolutely nothing wrong with this turn of events. Well, maybe they should be wearing spankies, but last time he suggested that the gym teacher threatened to castrate him and he fully believed that this was no idle threat. So he let that idea go, with a mental note to write the school board a note about attendance to volleyball games being directly correlated to spankies or some bull shit like that. Worth a try at least.

Changing the song on his old school cd walkman, he carefully smoothed down the edges of the duck-tape that held it together before quickly reverting his attention up in time to see one of the girls spike the ball. Oh yeah, the only thing, spankies aside, that would make this better was if it was a full contact sport... with a mud/jello/oil pit, strobe light, and music, and...

[Amaya]

After school just so happened to be her favorite time of the day and there was one simple reason why: Volleyball practice. She had been doing this for the past four years and she was going to make the best of her last year, it even looked like they were setting up a good team for next year. Jumping up to send a spike across the net into the floor, which caused a smile to cross her face. Landing she brushed a tendril of brown hair out of her face and signed for a break. The group of girls walked over to the bleachers where there water bottles were.

Looking down the bleachers she saw a familiar face, well well. If it wasn't Kankuro. Smiling she gently smacked the arm of one of her favorite team mates, Ino Yamanaka. Giving a nod of her head in the direction of Kankuro she handed her a ball. She knew the girl would know what to do. Ino was one of the most accurate shots on the team. So for her to hit him or even land the ball near him would not be a difficult task. That's what he got for being a perv and coming to watch them practice. Yes she was fully aware of how sexy it was to see girls running and jumping around in tight shirts and short shorts. She made it a point to not hit on her teammates, her dating a teammate would be just wrong. All the girls knew that she was not straight, but everyone got along just the same. That was all that mattered, and it worked out great that way.

A mischievous smile on her face all the girls of the team slowly noticed Ino holding the ball and aiming it down court. This was the first time, this year, that this would happen. By the end of the season though it would probably be a pretty normal occurrence. After all Kankuro and hitting on girls was like the sky being blue, it just wouldn't be the same without it. Talking softly Suzume muttered to Ino “Try to hit him in the face, I promise it won't hurt him much.”

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To put it simply she loved Volleyball, it was something the blonde excelled at, and it was great. Yeah after a while every night after school doing nothing but practice could get a little dull, only not very often. They had a lot of fun during practice, and after practice, and basically all the freaking time. It was just one of the great things. Standing near the back, seeing as how she usually was a server Ino watched Suzume launch herself up and spike the ball. She was often amused how well the shorter girl played volleyball. Not that she was that much shorter, but two inches can at times be a big deal.

The older girl decided to have the group so stopping to talk with a teammate about her last serve as they walked over to the bleachers to get a drink and rest a moment. She was totally involved in working out how to make her save when she felt a smack across her arm. Turning around to face Suzume she looked down the bleachers to where a guy she knew as a friends of Suzume was sitting. Suddenly she felt a ball shoved into her hands and she knew what was going on. Well looks like she was going to practice her serve sooner than she thought, though it was a farther shot than she was use to. Still she didn't actually want to hit the poor guy. He seemed a bit preoccupied by something in his hand that might have been a cd player.

As she heard Suzume tell her to smack him in the head she noticed all her team quieting from behind her. Deciding to aim for the ground just in front of his feet. She took a step apart and held the ball out in front of her. Taking a slow deep breath before she tossed the ball into the air with one hand. Giving a slight jump she smacked the ball with her hand sending the ball flying down the gym. Looked like a near perfect shot, she thought with a smirk.