Prince of Tennis; KamioIbu; Set B, Highway.
Title: Blushing Hands
Character: Kamio Akira x Ibu Shinji
Author: dana-chaaan
Rating: G
Theme: Set B, Highway
Warnings: Light slash.
Summary: Fudoumine's going on a camping trip. Oh, but the ride is only the beginning.
“Why are we listening to this music? It's really loud and annoying and doesn't really sound like music. I bet it's one of Kamio's CDs. He has a whole bunch of them, and half of them are scratched so you can't even listen to them. I don't think this CD is scratched, though, because it's not skipping like Kamio's do. . .” Shinji mumbled aloud, his monotonous drawl being heard easily through the music.
The Fudoumine tennis regulars sighed at their teammate's ramblings. It wasn't a very large bus they were forced in with each other. It was really only able to seat 10, at the most, plus the driver. Tachibana, of course, sat in the passenger's seat, directing the coach on where to go. The row behind them, as there were three rows of three, was occupied by Mori and Uchimura, leaving an empty seat on their row. Behind them was Ishida and Sakurai, the two having dominating the whole row and claiming no one else could sit there. Of course, they only said that because the speed demon, mumbler, and cheerleader had stolen the back row.
“Shinji,” Kamio deadpanned from his spot in between the male and Ann, “shut up.”
“Although I do like that one CD of yours,” the tensai responded, looking directly at the redhead. “It's different, and doesn't skip. . .”
“Ibu-kun,” Ann spoke up, leaning around the middleman, “Could you please be a little quieter?”
“Yeah, I like this song,” Kamio agreed.
Ibu, rather shockingly, closed his mouth and stopped his rant, opting to look outside the window instead. There was nothing really interesting to watch outside of the car, though. Just other cars speeding around them on the four-lane highway. The dark-haired male viewed the scenery with half-lidded, apathetic eyes.
The drive up to the camping ground they insisted to occupy was only a few hours away. But it had only been about an hour, and patience was thinning. It was nearing dusk of the Friday night, and luckily enough, they had been able to plan a short weekend for camping. However, unlike all the other players, Shinji wasn't all that thrilled.
Shinji glanced to his right, seeing Kamio lip-sync to the song and bob his head to the beat. He resisted the urge to raise his eyebrow. It was a pretty amusing sight, though.
Dark eyes shifted as a velvety laugh filled his ears. Ibu saw Ann giggling cutely, having seen the boy beside her get “lost in the rhythm”. He scowled inwardly as Kamio turned to her and blushed in embarrassment.
“Oh, Ann, I didn't know you were watching me,” Kamio said in a jumble, cheeks burning. Ann only replied with a giggle before Shinji started mumbling to himself again.
“Kamio's always blushing around Ann,” he started, claiming the two's attention. “I don't know why, though. He's always saying he doesn't really like her, but then why is he always blushing? And she's always laughing. Maybe she likes to laugh and Kamio likes to blush. That's kind of strange, though.”
“Shinji, shut up,” Kamio said without any force, adverting his gaze to the window on Ann's side and covering his blushing face with his right hand. “Just, shut up.”
“I wonder if giggling just makes Kamio blush,” Ibu pondered aloud. “Then if I giggled, he would blush, right?” Shinji continued, unaware of Kamio's discomfort.
“Shinji,” the redhead practically whined.
“Maybe they were doing something that made Kamio blush, like holding hands. But then Kamio would be lying to me about not liking her, and I don't think he'd do that. He probably did, though; why else would he be blushing? He's prob-mmfph,” Shinji came to a sudden stop at a calloused hand fitting over his mouth. Dark eyes slid over to the redhead, questioning his actions.
“Shut up, Shinji. I wasn't holding her hand, I don't...uhh, like her like that. Okay?!” he stated, speaking in a quiet, yet harsh, voice as to not be overheard. His right hand, which was covering the boy's mouth slid off as the left one on the shoulder lingered for a second longer. Slowly trailing down, it rest awkwardly on the patch of rough cushion in between their thighs. He felt a warmth grow on it a moment later and glanced down at the pale hand atop his. Head barely turning, he sneaked a glance at the tensai who was gazing out the window. Smiling slightly, and willing the small blush away, Kamio flipped his hand over and linked their fingers together.
His face was beet red, however, when Ann innocently said, “I wonder why Kamio's blushing and smiling. Maybe he's holding Ibu-kun's hand?”
Only, instead of letting go of the hand clasped in his own, Kamio opted for an affectionate squeeze.
The End.
Character: Kamio Akira x Ibu Shinji
Author: dana-chaaan
Rating: G
Theme: Set B, Highway
Warnings: Light slash.
Summary: Fudoumine's going on a camping trip. Oh, but the ride is only the beginning.
“Why are we listening to this music? It's really loud and annoying and doesn't really sound like music. I bet it's one of Kamio's CDs. He has a whole bunch of them, and half of them are scratched so you can't even listen to them. I don't think this CD is scratched, though, because it's not skipping like Kamio's do. . .” Shinji mumbled aloud, his monotonous drawl being heard easily through the music.
The Fudoumine tennis regulars sighed at their teammate's ramblings. It wasn't a very large bus they were forced in with each other. It was really only able to seat 10, at the most, plus the driver. Tachibana, of course, sat in the passenger's seat, directing the coach on where to go. The row behind them, as there were three rows of three, was occupied by Mori and Uchimura, leaving an empty seat on their row. Behind them was Ishida and Sakurai, the two having dominating the whole row and claiming no one else could sit there. Of course, they only said that because the speed demon, mumbler, and cheerleader had stolen the back row.
“Shinji,” Kamio deadpanned from his spot in between the male and Ann, “shut up.”
“Although I do like that one CD of yours,” the tensai responded, looking directly at the redhead. “It's different, and doesn't skip. . .”
“Ibu-kun,” Ann spoke up, leaning around the middleman, “Could you please be a little quieter?”
“Yeah, I like this song,” Kamio agreed.
Ibu, rather shockingly, closed his mouth and stopped his rant, opting to look outside the window instead. There was nothing really interesting to watch outside of the car, though. Just other cars speeding around them on the four-lane highway. The dark-haired male viewed the scenery with half-lidded, apathetic eyes.
The drive up to the camping ground they insisted to occupy was only a few hours away. But it had only been about an hour, and patience was thinning. It was nearing dusk of the Friday night, and luckily enough, they had been able to plan a short weekend for camping. However, unlike all the other players, Shinji wasn't all that thrilled.
Shinji glanced to his right, seeing Kamio lip-sync to the song and bob his head to the beat. He resisted the urge to raise his eyebrow. It was a pretty amusing sight, though.
Dark eyes shifted as a velvety laugh filled his ears. Ibu saw Ann giggling cutely, having seen the boy beside her get “lost in the rhythm”. He scowled inwardly as Kamio turned to her and blushed in embarrassment.
“Oh, Ann, I didn't know you were watching me,” Kamio said in a jumble, cheeks burning. Ann only replied with a giggle before Shinji started mumbling to himself again.
“Kamio's always blushing around Ann,” he started, claiming the two's attention. “I don't know why, though. He's always saying he doesn't really like her, but then why is he always blushing? And she's always laughing. Maybe she likes to laugh and Kamio likes to blush. That's kind of strange, though.”
“Shinji, shut up,” Kamio said without any force, adverting his gaze to the window on Ann's side and covering his blushing face with his right hand. “Just, shut up.”
“I wonder if giggling just makes Kamio blush,” Ibu pondered aloud. “Then if I giggled, he would blush, right?” Shinji continued, unaware of Kamio's discomfort.
“Shinji,” the redhead practically whined.
“Maybe they were doing something that made Kamio blush, like holding hands. But then Kamio would be lying to me about not liking her, and I don't think he'd do that. He probably did, though; why else would he be blushing? He's prob-mmfph,” Shinji came to a sudden stop at a calloused hand fitting over his mouth. Dark eyes slid over to the redhead, questioning his actions.
“Shut up, Shinji. I wasn't holding her hand, I don't...uhh, like her like that. Okay?!” he stated, speaking in a quiet, yet harsh, voice as to not be overheard. His right hand, which was covering the boy's mouth slid off as the left one on the shoulder lingered for a second longer. Slowly trailing down, it rest awkwardly on the patch of rough cushion in between their thighs. He felt a warmth grow on it a moment later and glanced down at the pale hand atop his. Head barely turning, he sneaked a glance at the tensai who was gazing out the window. Smiling slightly, and willing the small blush away, Kamio flipped his hand over and linked their fingers together.
His face was beet red, however, when Ann innocently said, “I wonder why Kamio's blushing and smiling. Maybe he's holding Ibu-kun's hand?”
Only, instead of letting go of the hand clasped in his own, Kamio opted for an affectionate squeeze.
The End.