Yet another drabble post.
This time you can has three.
Title: Christmas Play
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG
Word Count: 433
Summary: [TezuFuji] There’s an igloo in the house, and it’s Fuji’s fault. Fluff. For Junn-san/ lovefujitez .
A/N: Junn-san, I received the card, and it’s so lovely and TeFu and ADHKJDG! I showed it to my sisters and they loved it too. Thank you so much!
WE'LL FROLIC AND PLAY, THE ESKIMO WAY! said the sign on the door of the apartment. Tezuka’s eyebrow twitched. There was only one culprit. He pushed the door wide open.
And almost screamed.
There was a massive igloo smack in the middle of the living room, pure white and made from something Tezuka could not identify. He only hoped it was not snow from the outside.
“Hi, hello!”
He turned and yelped in surprise. A huge snowman had come rushing out of nowhere, speeding towards him recklessly. Tezuka sidestepped, and the snowman crashed onto the wall.
“AW!”
“Fuji!” Tezuka admonished. He crossed his arms and refused to help Fuji get up. Fuji struggled, but eventually he was able to stand, and took off the snowman head. He grinned at Tezuka, his cheeks flush with delight and eyes sparkling with cheer.
“Well, do you like it?”
“To be honest, I don’t,” Tezuka answered.
Fuji frowned. “Aw, and I put so much effort into making it.” His eyes brightened suddenly, and the smile was back in place. “Oh, wait, I’ve got something for you!”
He tried to squeeze himself into the small space between the igloo and the wall, but being in his snowman costume he couldn’t even get his head through. Tezuka smiled, then put a hand on Fuji’s shoulder.
“What is it? I’ll get it for you.”
“It’s an Eskimo get-up,” Fuji said. “It’s in the box on my bed. Can you wear it?”
“…What?”
“Please. It’s not that burdensome, you know. Keeps out the cold.”
Tezuka sighed. “All right. But get this igloo out of the room; it takes up too much space.”
“Later.”
Tezuka hesitated, then, out of curiosity, decided to take a look at the inside of the igloo. He peered in, and found two made beds, a pile of blankets, and a bonsai.
Fuji never failed to amaze him. Who else could maneuver such things into an igloo made of something not icy?
Tezuka stood. He turned towards Fuji and gathered the smaller man into his arms. “And I suppose you want us to spend the night in there?”
“Of course.” Fuji smiled. “What were the beds for?”
“And what was the bonsai for?”
“Touch of beauty.” Fuji winked. “Although, looking at you, I think no ornaments can match you, ne?”
Tezuka hesitated, then placed a kiss on Fuji’s forehead. “I’ll get the costume. Wait here, and do nothing mischievous.”
“Yes, of course.”
Tezuka let go. He walked towards the small space between the igloo and the wall, and decided he could maneuver himself through it. With some suffering.
Title: Gift
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG
Word Count: 343
Summary: [RyoSaku] Gift-giving can be a very difficult task. For loving_kin .
A/N: Since I missed Masi-san, and since I also missed writing RyoSaku…well… Hope you enjoy it!
It snows. Sakuno’s breath fogs as it goes out of her mouth, and there are snowflakes in her hair. She shivers a little and shuffles her feet.
“Um…” she begins.
She cannot muster the courage to tell Ryoma that she has a gift for him. He is looking at her impatiently. She has no idea how to deal with a grumpy Ryoma.
“Here,” she finally blurts out, cheeks heating up enough to melt snow, and pulls out a box that she spent wrapping for two hours the night before, trying to make it as neat, as pretty, and as simple as possible. “M-merry Christmas, Ryoma-kun.”
He blinks, looks at the box. “What’s this?”
“A…a gift. For you.”
The frown goes out of his face and softens his features. He takes the box from her shaky hands and smirks at it. “Heh…not bad.”
She blushes. “Thank you.”
He hesitates, then peels off the wrapper and opens the cardboard box underneath. “Huh.”
Sakuno holds her breath as he pulls out a tennis ball.
There is nothing more appropriate she can think of, really. Only the tennis ball.
He tosses the ball into the air and catches it. He stares at the ball for a long time. Sakuno waits, expecting not a ‘thank you’, but a comment on the ball, anything, really. He is not the type to say ‘thank you’ directly; rather, he says something that implies his gratefulness-if he ever feels it.
Finally he tears his gaze away from the ball. He says not a word as he walks away, and Sakuno follows-until they reach a vending machine. Ryoma stops, pulls out some change, and puts it in a slot in the machine. A Ponta rolls out.
“Here,” he says.
Sakuno blinks, blushes. Shyly she takes the Ponta from him, careful not to brush her hands against his.
“Thank you,” she says.
He looks at her. “Good.” He tosses the tennis ball into the air, as Sakuno pops the tab off the Ponta and takes a sip.
Ponta has never tasted so sweet.
Title: Meeting
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG
Word Count: 384
Summary: [NiouFuji] Niou feels generous. Fuji is wary. Fluff, for dark_kana .
A/N: The most difficult prompt, admittedly. Hope dark_kana likes this!
Fuji Syuusuke could not figure out how he managed to get himself into the seat he currently occupied, least of all why he was going to spend a day with that detestable creature who tried to impersonate Tezuka (and failing big time at it; he would never make a perfect Tezuka). Niou Masaharu was smirking at him from across the table.
The phone call reverberated in Fuji’s ears. Hey, Fuji Syuusuke, Seigaku’s genius, I wanna play you again.
“My treat,” Niou said, shoving a glass of sherbet at him.
Fuji eyed the treat. “And I suppose you want to poison me?”
Niou blinked, then grinned. “No, really, it’s too much effort trying to dispose of someone like you. Wouldn’t want to spend my time like that.”
“Yes, because I can’t be disposed of so easily.”
Niou leaned back, spooning some ice cream into his mouth. Fuji decided the ice cream before him was harmless. Not that he was paranoid. He was only being careful-after all, Niou Masaharu was the Trickster.
“I can buy my own ice cream,” he finally said, pointedly.
“Don’t be so stubbornly proud,” Niou said. “It’s just ice cream. You can treat me later if you want to.”
“True,” Fuji mumbled, and brought a spoon to his mouth. The ice cream was delicious. “It’s good.”
“See,” Niou commented. “I’m bad at poisoning stuff. You are the genius at that kind of thing, they said.”
“Perhaps.” Fuji put down the spoon. “I thought we were going to play, Niou-kun.”
“Later.” Niou waved that off with his hand. “Gotta date sometimes, you know?”
Fuji almost gaped. “…Oh. Ran out of ladies to bed, have you?”
“Oh, not necessarily. Ran out of decent dining buddies, is all.”
“Date.” Fuji thought over that word again and again. Never in a million years was he going to admit to Niou this was his first date. And this, being with Niou-and a fellow boy at that- might be a memorable experience, if Fuji played this right. “Ahaha, Niou-kun. They said you had a date with Yagyuu-kun yesterday…”
Niou choked on the ice cream. “Who told you that?”
Fuji leaned back. “No one,” he said, grinning at the trickster, and was glad his guess was correct. He took another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.
Three more to go! Well, it's three. Thank you so much, friends; actually helped me work off the block bit by bit. I heart you all. Will comment and spam you all later.
And early greetings yet again: A happy 2009 to you all!
Title: Christmas Play
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG
Word Count: 433
Summary: [TezuFuji] There’s an igloo in the house, and it’s Fuji’s fault. Fluff. For Junn-san/ lovefujitez .
A/N: Junn-san, I received the card, and it’s so lovely and TeFu and ADHKJDG! I showed it to my sisters and they loved it too. Thank you so much!
WE'LL FROLIC AND PLAY, THE ESKIMO WAY! said the sign on the door of the apartment. Tezuka’s eyebrow twitched. There was only one culprit. He pushed the door wide open.
And almost screamed.
There was a massive igloo smack in the middle of the living room, pure white and made from something Tezuka could not identify. He only hoped it was not snow from the outside.
“Hi, hello!”
He turned and yelped in surprise. A huge snowman had come rushing out of nowhere, speeding towards him recklessly. Tezuka sidestepped, and the snowman crashed onto the wall.
“AW!”
“Fuji!” Tezuka admonished. He crossed his arms and refused to help Fuji get up. Fuji struggled, but eventually he was able to stand, and took off the snowman head. He grinned at Tezuka, his cheeks flush with delight and eyes sparkling with cheer.
“Well, do you like it?”
“To be honest, I don’t,” Tezuka answered.
Fuji frowned. “Aw, and I put so much effort into making it.” His eyes brightened suddenly, and the smile was back in place. “Oh, wait, I’ve got something for you!”
He tried to squeeze himself into the small space between the igloo and the wall, but being in his snowman costume he couldn’t even get his head through. Tezuka smiled, then put a hand on Fuji’s shoulder.
“What is it? I’ll get it for you.”
“It’s an Eskimo get-up,” Fuji said. “It’s in the box on my bed. Can you wear it?”
“…What?”
“Please. It’s not that burdensome, you know. Keeps out the cold.”
Tezuka sighed. “All right. But get this igloo out of the room; it takes up too much space.”
“Later.”
Tezuka hesitated, then, out of curiosity, decided to take a look at the inside of the igloo. He peered in, and found two made beds, a pile of blankets, and a bonsai.
Fuji never failed to amaze him. Who else could maneuver such things into an igloo made of something not icy?
Tezuka stood. He turned towards Fuji and gathered the smaller man into his arms. “And I suppose you want us to spend the night in there?”
“Of course.” Fuji smiled. “What were the beds for?”
“And what was the bonsai for?”
“Touch of beauty.” Fuji winked. “Although, looking at you, I think no ornaments can match you, ne?”
Tezuka hesitated, then placed a kiss on Fuji’s forehead. “I’ll get the costume. Wait here, and do nothing mischievous.”
“Yes, of course.”
Tezuka let go. He walked towards the small space between the igloo and the wall, and decided he could maneuver himself through it. With some suffering.
Title: Gift
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG
Word Count: 343
Summary: [RyoSaku] Gift-giving can be a very difficult task. For loving_kin .
A/N: Since I missed Masi-san, and since I also missed writing RyoSaku…well… Hope you enjoy it!
It snows. Sakuno’s breath fogs as it goes out of her mouth, and there are snowflakes in her hair. She shivers a little and shuffles her feet.
“Um…” she begins.
She cannot muster the courage to tell Ryoma that she has a gift for him. He is looking at her impatiently. She has no idea how to deal with a grumpy Ryoma.
“Here,” she finally blurts out, cheeks heating up enough to melt snow, and pulls out a box that she spent wrapping for two hours the night before, trying to make it as neat, as pretty, and as simple as possible. “M-merry Christmas, Ryoma-kun.”
He blinks, looks at the box. “What’s this?”
“A…a gift. For you.”
The frown goes out of his face and softens his features. He takes the box from her shaky hands and smirks at it. “Heh…not bad.”
She blushes. “Thank you.”
He hesitates, then peels off the wrapper and opens the cardboard box underneath. “Huh.”
Sakuno holds her breath as he pulls out a tennis ball.
There is nothing more appropriate she can think of, really. Only the tennis ball.
He tosses the ball into the air and catches it. He stares at the ball for a long time. Sakuno waits, expecting not a ‘thank you’, but a comment on the ball, anything, really. He is not the type to say ‘thank you’ directly; rather, he says something that implies his gratefulness-if he ever feels it.
Finally he tears his gaze away from the ball. He says not a word as he walks away, and Sakuno follows-until they reach a vending machine. Ryoma stops, pulls out some change, and puts it in a slot in the machine. A Ponta rolls out.
“Here,” he says.
Sakuno blinks, blushes. Shyly she takes the Ponta from him, careful not to brush her hands against his.
“Thank you,” she says.
He looks at her. “Good.” He tosses the tennis ball into the air, as Sakuno pops the tab off the Ponta and takes a sip.
Ponta has never tasted so sweet.
Title: Meeting
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG
Word Count: 384
Summary: [NiouFuji] Niou feels generous. Fuji is wary. Fluff, for dark_kana .
A/N: The most difficult prompt, admittedly. Hope dark_kana likes this!
Fuji Syuusuke could not figure out how he managed to get himself into the seat he currently occupied, least of all why he was going to spend a day with that detestable creature who tried to impersonate Tezuka (and failing big time at it; he would never make a perfect Tezuka). Niou Masaharu was smirking at him from across the table.
The phone call reverberated in Fuji’s ears. Hey, Fuji Syuusuke, Seigaku’s genius, I wanna play you again.
“My treat,” Niou said, shoving a glass of sherbet at him.
Fuji eyed the treat. “And I suppose you want to poison me?”
Niou blinked, then grinned. “No, really, it’s too much effort trying to dispose of someone like you. Wouldn’t want to spend my time like that.”
“Yes, because I can’t be disposed of so easily.”
Niou leaned back, spooning some ice cream into his mouth. Fuji decided the ice cream before him was harmless. Not that he was paranoid. He was only being careful-after all, Niou Masaharu was the Trickster.
“I can buy my own ice cream,” he finally said, pointedly.
“Don’t be so stubbornly proud,” Niou said. “It’s just ice cream. You can treat me later if you want to.”
“True,” Fuji mumbled, and brought a spoon to his mouth. The ice cream was delicious. “It’s good.”
“See,” Niou commented. “I’m bad at poisoning stuff. You are the genius at that kind of thing, they said.”
“Perhaps.” Fuji put down the spoon. “I thought we were going to play, Niou-kun.”
“Later.” Niou waved that off with his hand. “Gotta date sometimes, you know?”
Fuji almost gaped. “…Oh. Ran out of ladies to bed, have you?”
“Oh, not necessarily. Ran out of decent dining buddies, is all.”
“Date.” Fuji thought over that word again and again. Never in a million years was he going to admit to Niou this was his first date. And this, being with Niou-and a fellow boy at that- might be a memorable experience, if Fuji played this right. “Ahaha, Niou-kun. They said you had a date with Yagyuu-kun yesterday…”
Niou choked on the ice cream. “Who told you that?”
Fuji leaned back. “No one,” he said, grinning at the trickster, and was glad his guess was correct. He took another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.
Three more to go! Well, it's three. Thank you so much, friends; actually helped me work off the block bit by bit. I heart you all. Will comment and spam you all later.
And early greetings yet again: A happy 2009 to you all!