Hooray for more tenipuri
I'll be placing the drabble challenges from chastity_rowan here. But for now, here's something Prince of Tennis.
Title: Untitled
Author: chastity_rowan
Rating: PG-13 for language
Series: Prince of Tennis
“Ne, is it just me or is Ootori and Shishido kinda gay?” Gakuto wondered aloud making sure to bend beyond the possible human limits as he reached for the salsa dip. Shipped straight from Mexico no less, as Ore-sama would’ve informed them. His body made its way without ruffling the aforementioned’s perfect hair, avoided Oshitari’s glasses by centimeters, traced Jirou’s sleeping form and then to Kabaji’s sturdy hands, which held the salsa for Atobe and everyone else lying on the bed. Kabaji remained faithfully stoic, serving his team mates with salsa he never bothered touching. He hated Mexican cuisine.
Gakuto’s wondering was left unheeded. Atobe made his munching sound a bit louder than usual, without being too rude. “Not the gay-retarded kind… I mean the gay-faggoty kind.”
“What does it have to do with the plumbing at my house being broken?” Hyoutei’s buchou finally said after swallowing the last bit of chip inside his mouth.
He was more than annoyed-- he was having a bitch fit. After inviting his team mates to his house after school for practice, his itinerary for that day was destroyed by the unexpected rain. The plumbing malfunction came after the electricity had been cut off by a lightning bolt. The five Hyoutei regulars were tired, sweaty and smelly; sprawled across Atobe’s gigantic bed eating chips and salsa. Not that Atobe would admit it himself, of course but the mixture of their body odor, including his, wasn’t a scent he’d like to breathe the whole afternoon. It was ruining his dining experience.
“Nothing much, I was just wondering.” Gakuto shrugged and proceeded to check his mobile phone for a text message or a call he wasn’t expecting. “I get updates of Ootori’s online journal. An online journal, for crying out loud! It’s so… so…”
“…Gay?” Oshitari quipped. “Why ever did you want yourself updated with his journal in the first place if you abhor it?” And he wasn’t referring to the homosexual part.
“I absolutely abhor it when I take them along karaoke.” Atobe rolled his eyes, not waiting for the bendy one to answer the question. “It’s unnerving whenever they start singing duets together like a couple in their honeymoon night. Spare my auditory functions, please!” The buchou spoketh, his perfect little forehead wrinkled in annoyance.
Oshitari's eyes looked pensive beneath his glasses. “This isn’t really a topic I’d like to dwell on while waiting.”
“Listen to this old one I have,” Gakuto ignored him; his malicious face was lit by the phone’s light as he scrolled down the messages in his inbox.
Shishido-san was wonderful today during practice~! He was in a good mood I believe… and he told me a hilarious story about Buchou and invited me to his house ^o^. We played Tekken for a bit with his brother’s Playstation. In our last battle, I defeated his Xiaoyu using Jin Kazama~ Yay~! I enjoy spending my time with Shishido-san after practice He’s a little scary when serious but he laughs and smiles frequently when we have fun together. Saa… I have chemistry homework to finish before I go to sleep. Good night everyone!
“He ends it with a heart and two stars.” Gakuto announced afterwards, amidst his snickering. "Not to mention musical notes and… smileys? Do you know those asterisks and carets girls use when emailing our phones?"
His doubles partner managed an automatic nod that didn't necessarily meant agreement.
Oshitari blinked. Keeping a journal was one thing, but this vocabulary of a female groupie started to perturb him. “Is this alright with you, buchou?”
Adobe dismissed the topic with the wave of his hand. He was disturbed at the fact that Shishido told something hilarious about him that he didn’t know about and that everyone else in his team thinks that keeping a journal is genderly-questionable. What ever did he do to humor anyone? Atobe hoped it wasn't blackmail material, both his hilarious escapade (whatever that was) and blogging.
“I don’t see anything wrong with keeping a journal.” he sniffed.
A mysterious haze clouded Oshitari’s spectacles. “Ah… I take it that you own one as well… buchou?”
“Is it still raining outside?” Jirou yawned and glanced at Kabaji, unaware of what was going on around him.
Kabaji nodded and silently offered Jirou to finish the chips. He badly wanted them away from his reach.
Gakuto gave Oshitari a pained expression. “How come we don’t spend time outside of practice? We’re a double’s team too, y’know! Let’s go on a karaoke date too!”
“Stop hogging the space, Oshitari.”
“You haven’t answered my question, buchou.”
“And stop leering at me like that!”
A thunderclap drowned more of Gakuto’s incessant whining, the unbecoming noise stretched until they were called down for dinner hours later.
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Epilogue:
“What else do you think would buchou name his blog other than his own name? Just type in atobekeigo.jp!”
“Don’t excite yourself too much. It could be ore-sama.jp you know…”
“I know that! Geez, don’t tell me you seriously fancy receiving notifications whenever he blogs?! Oshitari, I’m…I’m… proud to be your doubles partner!”
“Don’t get too emotional on me, I won’t hesitate slapping you unconscious.”
“I don’t want to hug you if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“You wound me. I was merely joke-“
“Found it yet? God, your phone’s screen is too small.”
“It’s… keigo-tan.jp!?”
Silence. Gakuto managed to swallow a lump that formed in his throat before speaking.
"...oh. Well, check the gallery for nudies then since buchou loves himself so much."
Title: Untitled
Author: chastity_rowan
Rating: PG-13 for language
Series: Prince of Tennis
“Ne, is it just me or is Ootori and Shishido kinda gay?” Gakuto wondered aloud making sure to bend beyond the possible human limits as he reached for the salsa dip. Shipped straight from Mexico no less, as Ore-sama would’ve informed them. His body made its way without ruffling the aforementioned’s perfect hair, avoided Oshitari’s glasses by centimeters, traced Jirou’s sleeping form and then to Kabaji’s sturdy hands, which held the salsa for Atobe and everyone else lying on the bed. Kabaji remained faithfully stoic, serving his team mates with salsa he never bothered touching. He hated Mexican cuisine.
Gakuto’s wondering was left unheeded. Atobe made his munching sound a bit louder than usual, without being too rude. “Not the gay-retarded kind… I mean the gay-faggoty kind.”
“What does it have to do with the plumbing at my house being broken?” Hyoutei’s buchou finally said after swallowing the last bit of chip inside his mouth.
He was more than annoyed-- he was having a bitch fit. After inviting his team mates to his house after school for practice, his itinerary for that day was destroyed by the unexpected rain. The plumbing malfunction came after the electricity had been cut off by a lightning bolt. The five Hyoutei regulars were tired, sweaty and smelly; sprawled across Atobe’s gigantic bed eating chips and salsa. Not that Atobe would admit it himself, of course but the mixture of their body odor, including his, wasn’t a scent he’d like to breathe the whole afternoon. It was ruining his dining experience.
“Nothing much, I was just wondering.” Gakuto shrugged and proceeded to check his mobile phone for a text message or a call he wasn’t expecting. “I get updates of Ootori’s online journal. An online journal, for crying out loud! It’s so… so…”
“…Gay?” Oshitari quipped. “Why ever did you want yourself updated with his journal in the first place if you abhor it?” And he wasn’t referring to the homosexual part.
“I absolutely abhor it when I take them along karaoke.” Atobe rolled his eyes, not waiting for the bendy one to answer the question. “It’s unnerving whenever they start singing duets together like a couple in their honeymoon night. Spare my auditory functions, please!” The buchou spoketh, his perfect little forehead wrinkled in annoyance.
Oshitari's eyes looked pensive beneath his glasses. “This isn’t really a topic I’d like to dwell on while waiting.”
“Listen to this old one I have,” Gakuto ignored him; his malicious face was lit by the phone’s light as he scrolled down the messages in his inbox.
Shishido-san was wonderful today during practice~! He was in a good mood I believe… and he told me a hilarious story about Buchou and invited me to his house ^o^. We played Tekken for a bit with his brother’s Playstation. In our last battle, I defeated his Xiaoyu using Jin Kazama~ Yay~! I enjoy spending my time with Shishido-san after practice He’s a little scary when serious but he laughs and smiles frequently when we have fun together. Saa… I have chemistry homework to finish before I go to sleep. Good night everyone!
“He ends it with a heart and two stars.” Gakuto announced afterwards, amidst his snickering. "Not to mention musical notes and… smileys? Do you know those asterisks and carets girls use when emailing our phones?"
His doubles partner managed an automatic nod that didn't necessarily meant agreement.
Oshitari blinked. Keeping a journal was one thing, but this vocabulary of a female groupie started to perturb him. “Is this alright with you, buchou?”
Adobe dismissed the topic with the wave of his hand. He was disturbed at the fact that Shishido told something hilarious about him that he didn’t know about and that everyone else in his team thinks that keeping a journal is genderly-questionable. What ever did he do to humor anyone? Atobe hoped it wasn't blackmail material, both his hilarious escapade (whatever that was) and blogging.
“I don’t see anything wrong with keeping a journal.” he sniffed.
A mysterious haze clouded Oshitari’s spectacles. “Ah… I take it that you own one as well… buchou?”
“Is it still raining outside?” Jirou yawned and glanced at Kabaji, unaware of what was going on around him.
Kabaji nodded and silently offered Jirou to finish the chips. He badly wanted them away from his reach.
Gakuto gave Oshitari a pained expression. “How come we don’t spend time outside of practice? We’re a double’s team too, y’know! Let’s go on a karaoke date too!”
“Stop hogging the space, Oshitari.”
“You haven’t answered my question, buchou.”
“And stop leering at me like that!”
A thunderclap drowned more of Gakuto’s incessant whining, the unbecoming noise stretched until they were called down for dinner hours later.
===================================================================
Epilogue:
“What else do you think would buchou name his blog other than his own name? Just type in atobekeigo.jp!”
“Don’t excite yourself too much. It could be ore-sama.jp you know…”
“I know that! Geez, don’t tell me you seriously fancy receiving notifications whenever he blogs?! Oshitari, I’m…I’m… proud to be your doubles partner!”
“Don’t get too emotional on me, I won’t hesitate slapping you unconscious.”
“I don’t want to hug you if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“You wound me. I was merely joke-“
“Found it yet? God, your phone’s screen is too small.”
“It’s… keigo-tan.jp!?”
Silence. Gakuto managed to swallow a lump that formed in his throat before speaking.
"...oh. Well, check the gallery for nudies then since buchou loves himself so much."