More for Stormy1x2
This is another Giftfic I wrote for Stormy and Mayoki's Life Goes On fic, A Prince of Tennis AU. It's incomplete, but please enjoy!
Dinner and . . . Homework?
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis, or the fanfic Life Goes On. This is a Giftfic for Stormy1x2, set during her fic Life Goes On. Scene occurs sometime before Akira and Akaya get together as a couple.
Finally flopping back on the couch after tucking the girls into bed, Kamio briefly considered the idea of leaving his homework for the next day, which was a Sunday, then groaned and dragged himself up. He knew if he put it off for one day, he'd find an excuse to put it off again. Practically staggering over to his bag, he dug into it and pulled out his school books. He carried them over to the kitchen table and set them down with a thump, taking a moment to go to the fridge and pull out a cold bottle of water.
He was just about to sit down when the doorbell rang. With a sigh, he set the water down and headed over to the door. After looking through the peephole he grinned and opened the door. "Kirihara-kun! What are you doing here?"
The dark haired boy smiled a bit wryly and held up a bag of takeout. "Don't bother denying it. I know you too well by now. I thought we could study together, and figured with how bare your cupboards are right now, you wouldn't eat dinner, so I brought food for the both of us. How about it?"
Kamio couldn't deny that the smell coming from the bag was making his mouth water. "Alright, alright. No need to get pushy. Come on in and make yourself at home. I've got my stuff on the kitchen table."
Carrying his stuff into the kitchen, Kirihara dropped his bag at the door and set the bag of food on the table next to Kamio's books. "I assume the little montsers are already in bed? Guess we can't get too rowdy then."
"Kirihara-kun!"
"Akaya."
"Huh?"
Kirihara grinned at Kamio as he set out the plates he'd found on the draining board. "I think we've known each other long enough for us to call each other by given name, Akira. Mine's Akaya."
"Uh . . . right. I knew that. So what prompted this visit? I hadn't heard from you in a while, but just figured you were busy." Sitting down in his chair, Akira watched with no small amusement as Akaya bustled about putting their dinner on the table, setting out two bottles of soda, a rare treat for Kamio, and filling his plate with the wonderful smelling stuff.
"Just didn't have much to do tonight except homework, and wanted some company. I knew you'd be home with the girls, so here I am. Well, dig in. Don't want it to get cold," he replied, following his own advice and taking a bite of his dinner.
"Ah . . . thanks," Akira said finally, popping some food into his own mouth. Akaya brushed that off. "Don't worry about it. This's what friends are for, right?"
Kamio only barely fought down the blush that wanted to stain his cheeks. He was so pale skinned the most minute amount of color would show up like a neon sign. "Yeah, that's right," he mumbled around a bite of food.
Deciding to change the subject, he asked "So, what kind of homework do you have? I'm actually pretty caught up in most of my classes; there're even a couple I'm ahead in, but that's mostly because the teacher hands out the entire semester's worth of homework at the beginning."
"Must be nice to have teachers like that," said Kirihara somewhat mournfully. "Mine seem to think piling on as much as they can on a weekly basis, without breaking the students' backs is a good thing. I've got three assignments in Math, two in History, one of which has to be done in conjunction with another assignment from Geography, and a ten page report for Literature on the works of Edgar Allen Poe. Who is very, very creepy, by the by. Have you read the poem The Raven? And I thought I was disturbed!" Akaya finished with a small shiver. He took another bite of food, thinking. "The report isn't due until the end of the week, but I ought to get at least half of it done this weekend, or it'll interfere with practice. I think I'll save that for tomorrow morning, and finish it off tomorrow night. That'll leave the afternoon free to go to the courts for a few hours. At least, if you're gonna be there," he added quickly, glancing up at Akira. "There aren't a whole lot of people who can give me a real game. You're one of them."
"Sure, not a problem. But just so you're aware, I think Sakurai is going to be there too."
"Bah. Sakurai, Mocker-ai. I can handle him." Akaya brushed that off. Leaning over he snagged a strap on his bag and pulled it over, drawing out a math book and a thick sheaf of handouts. He looked up and grinned wryly at the amazed expression on Akira's face. "My math teacher likes word problems. Sometimes the wordier the better. It's a confusion tactic. Though I must admit it makes us think harder about the problem. What're you gonna work on?"
Looking to the side at his own pile of books, Akira sighed. "I have a report to do for my English teacher that I've been putting off for a while now. We're supposed write a book report in English. It's not due until the end of the week, but I'd like to get it done now. Math I'm not going to worry about, I'm almost a month ahead of the rest of the class in that. My science class is covering the periodic table of elements, so that's mostly handout work, which I've already done. On the other hand, I also have a ten page report for my history class on an important historical figure of my choice. That's not due until the end of next week, but I haven't even started it yet. Two weeks is an awfully short period of time to put together a ten page report."
"Ah. What historical figure are you going to do? I've done a few of those."
Akira groaned. "I haven't even decided yet. I was thinking maybe Hajime Saito. There's plenty of information on him."
"Good choice. I did one of mine on Okita Souji, I can direct you to a few of the more relevant sources if you want." The scritch-scratch of Akaya's pencil across his paper filled a few moments of silence. "Come to think of it, I've always wondered if that Hajime guy from St. Rudolph is some kind of relation."
A snickering snort came from Akira at the other end of the table where he thumped his head into the open book in front of him. "You're weird, Akaya-kun"
Dinner and . . . Homework?
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis, or the fanfic Life Goes On. This is a Giftfic for Stormy1x2, set during her fic Life Goes On. Scene occurs sometime before Akira and Akaya get together as a couple.
Finally flopping back on the couch after tucking the girls into bed, Kamio briefly considered the idea of leaving his homework for the next day, which was a Sunday, then groaned and dragged himself up. He knew if he put it off for one day, he'd find an excuse to put it off again. Practically staggering over to his bag, he dug into it and pulled out his school books. He carried them over to the kitchen table and set them down with a thump, taking a moment to go to the fridge and pull out a cold bottle of water.
He was just about to sit down when the doorbell rang. With a sigh, he set the water down and headed over to the door. After looking through the peephole he grinned and opened the door. "Kirihara-kun! What are you doing here?"
The dark haired boy smiled a bit wryly and held up a bag of takeout. "Don't bother denying it. I know you too well by now. I thought we could study together, and figured with how bare your cupboards are right now, you wouldn't eat dinner, so I brought food for the both of us. How about it?"
Kamio couldn't deny that the smell coming from the bag was making his mouth water. "Alright, alright. No need to get pushy. Come on in and make yourself at home. I've got my stuff on the kitchen table."
Carrying his stuff into the kitchen, Kirihara dropped his bag at the door and set the bag of food on the table next to Kamio's books. "I assume the little montsers are already in bed? Guess we can't get too rowdy then."
"Kirihara-kun!"
"Akaya."
"Huh?"
Kirihara grinned at Kamio as he set out the plates he'd found on the draining board. "I think we've known each other long enough for us to call each other by given name, Akira. Mine's Akaya."
"Uh . . . right. I knew that. So what prompted this visit? I hadn't heard from you in a while, but just figured you were busy." Sitting down in his chair, Akira watched with no small amusement as Akaya bustled about putting their dinner on the table, setting out two bottles of soda, a rare treat for Kamio, and filling his plate with the wonderful smelling stuff.
"Just didn't have much to do tonight except homework, and wanted some company. I knew you'd be home with the girls, so here I am. Well, dig in. Don't want it to get cold," he replied, following his own advice and taking a bite of his dinner.
"Ah . . . thanks," Akira said finally, popping some food into his own mouth. Akaya brushed that off. "Don't worry about it. This's what friends are for, right?"
Kamio only barely fought down the blush that wanted to stain his cheeks. He was so pale skinned the most minute amount of color would show up like a neon sign. "Yeah, that's right," he mumbled around a bite of food.
Deciding to change the subject, he asked "So, what kind of homework do you have? I'm actually pretty caught up in most of my classes; there're even a couple I'm ahead in, but that's mostly because the teacher hands out the entire semester's worth of homework at the beginning."
"Must be nice to have teachers like that," said Kirihara somewhat mournfully. "Mine seem to think piling on as much as they can on a weekly basis, without breaking the students' backs is a good thing. I've got three assignments in Math, two in History, one of which has to be done in conjunction with another assignment from Geography, and a ten page report for Literature on the works of Edgar Allen Poe. Who is very, very creepy, by the by. Have you read the poem The Raven? And I thought I was disturbed!" Akaya finished with a small shiver. He took another bite of food, thinking. "The report isn't due until the end of the week, but I ought to get at least half of it done this weekend, or it'll interfere with practice. I think I'll save that for tomorrow morning, and finish it off tomorrow night. That'll leave the afternoon free to go to the courts for a few hours. At least, if you're gonna be there," he added quickly, glancing up at Akira. "There aren't a whole lot of people who can give me a real game. You're one of them."
"Sure, not a problem. But just so you're aware, I think Sakurai is going to be there too."
"Bah. Sakurai, Mocker-ai. I can handle him." Akaya brushed that off. Leaning over he snagged a strap on his bag and pulled it over, drawing out a math book and a thick sheaf of handouts. He looked up and grinned wryly at the amazed expression on Akira's face. "My math teacher likes word problems. Sometimes the wordier the better. It's a confusion tactic. Though I must admit it makes us think harder about the problem. What're you gonna work on?"
Looking to the side at his own pile of books, Akira sighed. "I have a report to do for my English teacher that I've been putting off for a while now. We're supposed write a book report in English. It's not due until the end of the week, but I'd like to get it done now. Math I'm not going to worry about, I'm almost a month ahead of the rest of the class in that. My science class is covering the periodic table of elements, so that's mostly handout work, which I've already done. On the other hand, I also have a ten page report for my history class on an important historical figure of my choice. That's not due until the end of next week, but I haven't even started it yet. Two weeks is an awfully short period of time to put together a ten page report."
"Ah. What historical figure are you going to do? I've done a few of those."
Akira groaned. "I haven't even decided yet. I was thinking maybe Hajime Saito. There's plenty of information on him."
"Good choice. I did one of mine on Okita Souji, I can direct you to a few of the more relevant sources if you want." The scritch-scratch of Akaya's pencil across his paper filled a few moments of silence. "Come to think of it, I've always wondered if that Hajime guy from St. Rudolph is some kind of relation."
A snickering snort came from Akira at the other end of the table where he thumped his head into the open book in front of him. "You're weird, Akaya-kun"