Third batch of ficness coming right up!
Title: Tree
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 334
Summary: [TezuFuji] For white_ashes07. They meet beside a Christmas tree.
A/N: OMG, Christmas fic. But they say it's not yet the end of Christmas since it's still January 5 (not January 6 yet!). I failed at naughty, Ash. I hope this is good!
The Christmas tree was heavily adorned with baubles, garlands, and angels, and sparkled from the hundreds of colored bulbs that glittered in turns to produce a wonderful choreography of lights.
Fuji looked up at it, sipping absently from the cup of shake in his hand.
Beside him Tezuka cleared his throat. “What have you called me out here for, Fuji?”
“Nothing.” Fuji sipped.
“I have to assist in preparing dinner, Fuji.”
“Me likewise.” Fuji shuffled his feet. “Merry Christmas, Tezuka.”
“A merry Christmas too.”
Fuji did not look at Tezuka all this while. He did not look now, but instead kept his eyes focused on the flash of light bulbs that circled the tree.
“Did something happen?” Tezuka asked.
This brought a chuckle to Fuji’s lips. Did he appear too troubled? “Nothing, I guess. I just did not want to greet you over the phone.”
Silence came between them, like a wall that could not be breached. Fuji finished the shake quietly, and with nary a word walked over to a trash bin to dispose of the empty paper cup. The bin was not yet full. Fuji stared down at it.
He had no gift for Tezuka, nothing special to say. He hated himself for becoming speechless when he usually was able to say something, and especially because he could not express what he felt inside, that-
“Fuji?”
“Huh?”
Tezuka had placed a hand on his shoulder, bringing him out of the semi-trance. “I can spare a few minutes,” the taller boy said softly. “If you want, there’s a nearby pastry shop…perhaps we can eat there…”
Fuji tore his gaze away from the trash bin, towards Tezuka, and to that small smile that marked Tezuka’s lips, a rare sight.
Fuji felt his cheeks heat up. “Of course,” he said. “If it’s your treat.” He smiled.
“Of course.” Tezuka’s own smile widened, although still a small one. “Come.”
Their gazes locked. Fuji was smiling, Tezuka was doing the same. They left the Christmas tree behind.
Title: Riverside
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 325
Summary: [InuKai] Inui and Kaidoh save The Notebook of Super Sekrit Data. Crack/fluff for hakkai_sensei .
A/N: I fail at writing action-packed scenes, sensei. But I tried my best. lol. Enjoy!
For some unknown reason, the Notebook of Super Sekrit Data was torn away from Inui’s hand by an unseen force and thrown into the river.
Inui blinked (with no one else noticing), and screamed.
Then he dove into the river with a splash.
Kaidoh, who was upstream working with a towel to improve every Snake that came to mind, stopped and gaped. What the…?
Inui surfaced with a gasp. He inhaled, then dove down.
Kaidoh wondered what was wrong with Inui-senpai-paper always gets damaged when wet.
Downstream, Inui splashed and swam and chased his sodden Data Notebook. He vanished underwater, then resurfaced with another loud gasp only to again disappear under.
Kaidoh gritted his teeth. He returned to swinging the towel.
“A-aaaah!”
But Kaidoh was a good boy and he couldn’t bear to hear his senpai suffering, so he turned, threw away the towel and dove into the water, screaming “Inui-senpai!” as he did.
“Kaidoh!”
“Inui-senpai! Let me get the notebook for you!”
“No, Kaidoh! It’s too dangerous!”
“B-but-“
The water was not even waist-high. Kaidoh stopped, stood up.
And then his jaw dropped.
Inui-senpai was likewise standing, and he was grinning. “Good reaction, Kaidoh,” he said. “You have just proven your loyalty to your senpai. Even helping me save my Data Notebook of Super Sekrit Things. What good data!”
Kaidoh blushed. He could not look his senpai in the eye. “B-but you were…” he said. “And that notebook…it was important to you.”
“Of course.” Inui took a step toward him, which forced Kaidoh to look up. “But that was not the Notebook of Super Sekrit Data. It is at home.”
“…Oh.” Kaidoh felt like an idiot for falling into Inui’s trap.
“Well, thank you.” Inui pushed up his glasses. “I mean…that was touching.”
“You were only trying to get data.”
“And something else, of course.” Inui took another step closer, then reached out to ruffle Kaidoh’s wet hair. He smiled.
Two related drabbles for intimidate
A/N: It was a tough request, since intimidate did not give me any prompt or pairing. So I let my muse decide. Hope these are good enough!
Title: Ghostly?
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Word count: 131
Summary: Marui talks to the air. Jackal thinks he has gone crazy.
Jackal blinked. Then he blinked again, to make sure he wasn’t going mad.
It seemed that Marui was crazy.
The said person was blowing gum while talking to the air. From the way he spoke, you’d think he was having a conversation with Akutagawa Jirou.
“Huh? No, no…” Marui said. “Yeah, I know. Oh, remember those blue gums we saw in the shop...can you buy ‘em for me? Thanks! All right… Maybe sometime soon, I have classes… Sorry.”
Jackal thought he’d better run for it.
“Oi, Jackal! Hey…what’re you scratching you head for?” Marui asked, blowing the gum.
“Hello! You were talking to yourself.”
“Me? I was talking to Jirou’s out-of-body manifestation.”
“What?”
Marui laughed.
In the distance Kirihara blinked. He swore he just saw Marui-senpai’s fanboy vanish into thin air.
Title: Conversations
Word Count: 182
Summary: Atobe whines in the locker room, while a sleeping Jirou answers him.
“Ore-sama does not understand him at all!” Atobe complained. He knew Jirou was asleep; no one would say he had been whining. “Why is he being such a difficult person…!”
“He is, he is,” Jirou said.
Atobe stopped. He almost clamped both hands over his mouth. He peered at the narcoleptic-he was asleep. So why did he answer?
’He’s probably dreaming,’ Atobe thought, wrapping his regular’s jacket around him tightly; it had suddenly become cold. “Jirou…hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Can you keep this a secret?” Maybe Jirou heard him after all.
“Yeah!”
Stunned, Atobe said, “…Thanks.”
“Welcome!”
Um. Atobe was really surprised. Who knew Jirou had good ears while asleep? “Hm.”
“Will you come here again?”
Atobe didn’t know why Jirou asked; they were in the locker room. He’d be coming back. “Of course, Jirou. Ore-sama owns this locker room,” he answered.
“That so?” Atobe heard the whine in Jirou’s voice. Perhaps Jirou was cold…?
“Yeah.”
Perhaps not. A little disturbed, Atobe left the room.
At once, the cold vanished, and Akutagawa Jirou got up. He felt really hyper after talking to Marui-kun.
Well, that's it for the finished fics! I owe some people stories... Oops, shouldn't have said that. Anyways, review!
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 334
Summary: [TezuFuji] For white_ashes07. They meet beside a Christmas tree.
A/N: OMG, Christmas fic. But they say it's not yet the end of Christmas since it's still January 5 (not January 6 yet!). I failed at naughty, Ash. I hope this is good!
The Christmas tree was heavily adorned with baubles, garlands, and angels, and sparkled from the hundreds of colored bulbs that glittered in turns to produce a wonderful choreography of lights.
Fuji looked up at it, sipping absently from the cup of shake in his hand.
Beside him Tezuka cleared his throat. “What have you called me out here for, Fuji?”
“Nothing.” Fuji sipped.
“I have to assist in preparing dinner, Fuji.”
“Me likewise.” Fuji shuffled his feet. “Merry Christmas, Tezuka.”
“A merry Christmas too.”
Fuji did not look at Tezuka all this while. He did not look now, but instead kept his eyes focused on the flash of light bulbs that circled the tree.
“Did something happen?” Tezuka asked.
This brought a chuckle to Fuji’s lips. Did he appear too troubled? “Nothing, I guess. I just did not want to greet you over the phone.”
Silence came between them, like a wall that could not be breached. Fuji finished the shake quietly, and with nary a word walked over to a trash bin to dispose of the empty paper cup. The bin was not yet full. Fuji stared down at it.
He had no gift for Tezuka, nothing special to say. He hated himself for becoming speechless when he usually was able to say something, and especially because he could not express what he felt inside, that-
“Fuji?”
“Huh?”
Tezuka had placed a hand on his shoulder, bringing him out of the semi-trance. “I can spare a few minutes,” the taller boy said softly. “If you want, there’s a nearby pastry shop…perhaps we can eat there…”
Fuji tore his gaze away from the trash bin, towards Tezuka, and to that small smile that marked Tezuka’s lips, a rare sight.
Fuji felt his cheeks heat up. “Of course,” he said. “If it’s your treat.” He smiled.
“Of course.” Tezuka’s own smile widened, although still a small one. “Come.”
Their gazes locked. Fuji was smiling, Tezuka was doing the same. They left the Christmas tree behind.
Title: Riverside
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 325
Summary: [InuKai] Inui and Kaidoh save The Notebook of Super Sekrit Data. Crack/fluff for hakkai_sensei .
A/N: I fail at writing action-packed scenes, sensei. But I tried my best. lol. Enjoy!
For some unknown reason, the Notebook of Super Sekrit Data was torn away from Inui’s hand by an unseen force and thrown into the river.
Inui blinked (with no one else noticing), and screamed.
Then he dove into the river with a splash.
Kaidoh, who was upstream working with a towel to improve every Snake that came to mind, stopped and gaped. What the…?
Inui surfaced with a gasp. He inhaled, then dove down.
Kaidoh wondered what was wrong with Inui-senpai-paper always gets damaged when wet.
Downstream, Inui splashed and swam and chased his sodden Data Notebook. He vanished underwater, then resurfaced with another loud gasp only to again disappear under.
Kaidoh gritted his teeth. He returned to swinging the towel.
“A-aaaah!”
But Kaidoh was a good boy and he couldn’t bear to hear his senpai suffering, so he turned, threw away the towel and dove into the water, screaming “Inui-senpai!” as he did.
“Kaidoh!”
“Inui-senpai! Let me get the notebook for you!”
“No, Kaidoh! It’s too dangerous!”
“B-but-“
The water was not even waist-high. Kaidoh stopped, stood up.
And then his jaw dropped.
Inui-senpai was likewise standing, and he was grinning. “Good reaction, Kaidoh,” he said. “You have just proven your loyalty to your senpai. Even helping me save my Data Notebook of Super Sekrit Things. What good data!”
Kaidoh blushed. He could not look his senpai in the eye. “B-but you were…” he said. “And that notebook…it was important to you.”
“Of course.” Inui took a step toward him, which forced Kaidoh to look up. “But that was not the Notebook of Super Sekrit Data. It is at home.”
“…Oh.” Kaidoh felt like an idiot for falling into Inui’s trap.
“Well, thank you.” Inui pushed up his glasses. “I mean…that was touching.”
“You were only trying to get data.”
“And something else, of course.” Inui took another step closer, then reached out to ruffle Kaidoh’s wet hair. He smiled.
Two related drabbles for intimidate
A/N: It was a tough request, since intimidate did not give me any prompt or pairing. So I let my muse decide. Hope these are good enough!
Title: Ghostly?
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Word count: 131
Summary: Marui talks to the air. Jackal thinks he has gone crazy.
Jackal blinked. Then he blinked again, to make sure he wasn’t going mad.
It seemed that Marui was crazy.
The said person was blowing gum while talking to the air. From the way he spoke, you’d think he was having a conversation with Akutagawa Jirou.
“Huh? No, no…” Marui said. “Yeah, I know. Oh, remember those blue gums we saw in the shop...can you buy ‘em for me? Thanks! All right… Maybe sometime soon, I have classes… Sorry.”
Jackal thought he’d better run for it.
“Oi, Jackal! Hey…what’re you scratching you head for?” Marui asked, blowing the gum.
“Hello! You were talking to yourself.”
“Me? I was talking to Jirou’s out-of-body manifestation.”
“What?”
Marui laughed.
In the distance Kirihara blinked. He swore he just saw Marui-senpai’s fanboy vanish into thin air.
Title: Conversations
Word Count: 182
Summary: Atobe whines in the locker room, while a sleeping Jirou answers him.
“Ore-sama does not understand him at all!” Atobe complained. He knew Jirou was asleep; no one would say he had been whining. “Why is he being such a difficult person…!”
“He is, he is,” Jirou said.
Atobe stopped. He almost clamped both hands over his mouth. He peered at the narcoleptic-he was asleep. So why did he answer?
’He’s probably dreaming,’ Atobe thought, wrapping his regular’s jacket around him tightly; it had suddenly become cold. “Jirou…hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Can you keep this a secret?” Maybe Jirou heard him after all.
“Yeah!”
Stunned, Atobe said, “…Thanks.”
“Welcome!”
Um. Atobe was really surprised. Who knew Jirou had good ears while asleep? “Hm.”
“Will you come here again?”
Atobe didn’t know why Jirou asked; they were in the locker room. He’d be coming back. “Of course, Jirou. Ore-sama owns this locker room,” he answered.
“That so?” Atobe heard the whine in Jirou’s voice. Perhaps Jirou was cold…?
“Yeah.”
Perhaps not. A little disturbed, Atobe left the room.
At once, the cold vanished, and Akutagawa Jirou got up. He felt really hyper after talking to Marui-kun.
Well, that's it for the finished fics! I owe some people stories... Oops, shouldn't have said that. Anyways, review!