For Shiy: Chocolates For A Smile (1 of 2)
(I'm done with exams!) This month is gifts-only month? Maybe? Well, gifts-take-priority month anyway. :D Wishlists? Mine's here if anyone's interested... (and Cosmiko is shamelessly advertising her wishlist simply in hope that someone out there will satisfy her insatiable ZoSan H/C craving...* >>; ) Do yours too~
This piece isn't exactly a gift, but a payment. 工さんのイベントが分かりたいから、日本語をならいたい。シー先生、教えてください。Something like that? My Japanese is sooooo rusty. XD
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis
Pairing(s): ToriShishi
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own The Prince of Tennis or any of its characters. This is a non-profit fanfiction written by a fan for the enjoyment of other fans.
Summary: Concerning the fine tradition of chocolate-giving on Valentine Day.
(cough) yes, this was supposed to be a Valentine Day cum Ootori's birthday fic. 2nd part will (hopefully) be out on Valentine Day next year. :D
This was written almost 3 years ago... :D and would never have seen the light if not for Shiy's acceptance of it as payment. The plot (what plot? >_>) is pretty cliche. Also, sappiness-warning! Enjoy anyway XD and don't have any kind of expectations for the second part... it's been too long since I last wrote Ootori or Shishido, or even PoT for that matter.
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Shishido yawned, languidly gathering his books. A group of high-pitched voices from some nearby table drifted into his ears as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed for the door.
"But I think I'm still not very good at it..."
"There's this new shop that demonstrates how to make them in the shopping complex two stations from here. Shall we go there after school?"
"Ok, ok!"
"Yosh! This year's will be even better than the last!"
"So enthusiastic, Mika-chan? Who is yours for?"
"Heehee~ I'm not telling~"
"Who else could it be? It has to be..."
The door to the classroom slid into place, shutting out the excited chattering within.
Girls. "It's just a stupid day some idiot decided to name. I don't see what all the fuss is about."
"Aren't you doing anything for Valentine's Day, Shishido? Aww... Ootori will be sooo sad."
Shishido glanced to his right where the taunting voice had sounded. He had recognised it, of course. Just his luck to meet Mukahi in the corridor and have his mutters heard.
"And I suppose you'll be doing something." He cast a sceptical glance at Gakuto.
"Of course. Chocolates, gift - I have it all planned," Gakuto replied easily. "I wouldn't want to disappoint Yuushi, would I now?" He gave Shishido a big wink, then continued up the corridor - no doubt to look for his "Yuushi" - a light skip in his steps.
Shishido stared after the redhead. He couldn't be serious. Shishido shook his head as he turned and headed down the corridor. Such things were just silly. They were simply one of those commercialised occasions that allow businesses to earn easy cash from brainless schoolgirls. Besides, Choutarou's birthday was more important than whatever else that happened to fall on the same day. And Choutarou wouldn't give a damn about some silly Valentine's Day... right?
Shishido halted mid-step. He did have a vague memory of having seen Ootori on Valentine's Day the year before... He hadn't taken much notice of Ootori at the time - Ootori was merely another of those first years who had some potential and might make it big in the 200-strong tennis club after all. Or perhaps, it would be more accurate to say that he had only started paying attention to the tall junior in the recent few months.
Yet, various memories of meeting Ootori now and then in his second year had miraculously flowed back to Shishido over these few months. Sometimes, it was when he was lying in bed, awaiting sleep to come over him. Sometimes, it was spurred by some occurrence or other. And other times, images would simply flash past his mind while he was watching Ootori.
He remembered that... he had been walking down the common staircase with a few classmates on his way home that day and had happened to look up as he passed the level where the first years' classrooms were located. Standing just outside the door of the classroom closest to the stairs was a tall pale-haired boy, holding a small bag made of pink wrapping paper in his hands. A pallid-looking girl stood in front of him, hands clasped together as she stared up at him.
"...I like them very much!" Shishido heard the boy say. "Thank you, Domoto-san. I appreciate the efforts you've taken to make these..."
It was about all Shishido remembered hearing, for at that moment, one of his friends had questioned what he was looking at. To which he had shrugged lightly - "just someone I seem to have seen before" - brushing a stray lock of long hair away from his eyes with his fingers.
Yes, Ootori had seemed happy receiving hand-made chocolates for Valentine's Day. And if it would make Ootori happy... Shishido didn't like how his thoughts seemed to be moving like those of a character from some sappy romance novel, but he knew that he wanted to see, directed at himself, the smile he had heard in Ootori's voice the previous year.
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And that was how it came to be that later that day, Shishido Ryou, third year student of Hyoutei Gakuen, was spotted standing outside an elaborately-decorated candy store where the only colour in sight seemed to be pink. Willing to have been stabbed to death by a hundred blades rather than to ask Gakuto, or anyone else in Hyoutei for that matter, for help, Shishido, who was pretty clueless about chocolate-making, had decided to make use of the information he had overheard earlier in the afternoon. He had thus arrived at what seemed to be the place mentioned - except that, no one had mentioned that it would be overflowing with boppy schoolgirls!
Twisting his cap around and pulling the brim down low irritably, Shishido turned away from the shop as yet another gaggle of girls ran past him towards the entrance. He would just have to look around the supermarket a few floors down and try to figure out something there on his own. After all, nothing could be worse than squeezing into a candy store filled with girls, right?
Part 1:
Date started: 13 February 2004
Date completed: 6 March 2004
Last edited: 17 April 2004
(Surprisingly, there's nothing I want to edit.)
This piece isn't exactly a gift, but a payment. 工さんのイベントが分かりたいから、日本語をならいたい。シー先生、教えてください。Something like that? My Japanese is sooooo rusty. XD
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis
Pairing(s): ToriShishi
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own The Prince of Tennis or any of its characters. This is a non-profit fanfiction written by a fan for the enjoyment of other fans.
Summary: Concerning the fine tradition of chocolate-giving on Valentine Day.
(cough) yes, this was supposed to be a Valentine Day cum Ootori's birthday fic. 2nd part will (hopefully) be out on Valentine Day next year. :D
This was written almost 3 years ago... :D and would never have seen the light if not for Shiy's acceptance of it as payment. The plot (what plot? >_>) is pretty cliche. Also, sappiness-warning! Enjoy anyway XD and don't have any kind of expectations for the second part... it's been too long since I last wrote Ootori or Shishido, or even PoT for that matter.
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Shishido yawned, languidly gathering his books. A group of high-pitched voices from some nearby table drifted into his ears as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed for the door.
"But I think I'm still not very good at it..."
"There's this new shop that demonstrates how to make them in the shopping complex two stations from here. Shall we go there after school?"
"Ok, ok!"
"Yosh! This year's will be even better than the last!"
"So enthusiastic, Mika-chan? Who is yours for?"
"Heehee~ I'm not telling~"
"Who else could it be? It has to be..."
The door to the classroom slid into place, shutting out the excited chattering within.
Girls. "It's just a stupid day some idiot decided to name. I don't see what all the fuss is about."
"Aren't you doing anything for Valentine's Day, Shishido? Aww... Ootori will be sooo sad."
Shishido glanced to his right where the taunting voice had sounded. He had recognised it, of course. Just his luck to meet Mukahi in the corridor and have his mutters heard.
"And I suppose you'll be doing something." He cast a sceptical glance at Gakuto.
"Of course. Chocolates, gift - I have it all planned," Gakuto replied easily. "I wouldn't want to disappoint Yuushi, would I now?" He gave Shishido a big wink, then continued up the corridor - no doubt to look for his "Yuushi" - a light skip in his steps.
Shishido stared after the redhead. He couldn't be serious. Shishido shook his head as he turned and headed down the corridor. Such things were just silly. They were simply one of those commercialised occasions that allow businesses to earn easy cash from brainless schoolgirls. Besides, Choutarou's birthday was more important than whatever else that happened to fall on the same day. And Choutarou wouldn't give a damn about some silly Valentine's Day... right?
Shishido halted mid-step. He did have a vague memory of having seen Ootori on Valentine's Day the year before... He hadn't taken much notice of Ootori at the time - Ootori was merely another of those first years who had some potential and might make it big in the 200-strong tennis club after all. Or perhaps, it would be more accurate to say that he had only started paying attention to the tall junior in the recent few months.
Yet, various memories of meeting Ootori now and then in his second year had miraculously flowed back to Shishido over these few months. Sometimes, it was when he was lying in bed, awaiting sleep to come over him. Sometimes, it was spurred by some occurrence or other. And other times, images would simply flash past his mind while he was watching Ootori.
He remembered that... he had been walking down the common staircase with a few classmates on his way home that day and had happened to look up as he passed the level where the first years' classrooms were located. Standing just outside the door of the classroom closest to the stairs was a tall pale-haired boy, holding a small bag made of pink wrapping paper in his hands. A pallid-looking girl stood in front of him, hands clasped together as she stared up at him.
"...I like them very much!" Shishido heard the boy say. "Thank you, Domoto-san. I appreciate the efforts you've taken to make these..."
It was about all Shishido remembered hearing, for at that moment, one of his friends had questioned what he was looking at. To which he had shrugged lightly - "just someone I seem to have seen before" - brushing a stray lock of long hair away from his eyes with his fingers.
Yes, Ootori had seemed happy receiving hand-made chocolates for Valentine's Day. And if it would make Ootori happy... Shishido didn't like how his thoughts seemed to be moving like those of a character from some sappy romance novel, but he knew that he wanted to see, directed at himself, the smile he had heard in Ootori's voice the previous year.
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And that was how it came to be that later that day, Shishido Ryou, third year student of Hyoutei Gakuen, was spotted standing outside an elaborately-decorated candy store where the only colour in sight seemed to be pink. Willing to have been stabbed to death by a hundred blades rather than to ask Gakuto, or anyone else in Hyoutei for that matter, for help, Shishido, who was pretty clueless about chocolate-making, had decided to make use of the information he had overheard earlier in the afternoon. He had thus arrived at what seemed to be the place mentioned - except that, no one had mentioned that it would be overflowing with boppy schoolgirls!
Twisting his cap around and pulling the brim down low irritably, Shishido turned away from the shop as yet another gaggle of girls ran past him towards the entrance. He would just have to look around the supermarket a few floors down and try to figure out something there on his own. After all, nothing could be worse than squeezing into a candy store filled with girls, right?
Part 1:
Date started: 13 February 2004
Date completed: 6 March 2004
Last edited: 17 April 2004
(Surprisingly, there's nothing I want to edit.)