[PoT]:: Kabaji/Jiroh, Inui/Tezuka, Bane/Akutsu
Title: Fairytales.
Pairing: Kabaji/Jiroh
Rating/Contains/Word count: G/482 words
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which stories come to life.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For perkyandproud.
"Kabaji," Atobe called out to him. "Let Jiroh know that practice is over."
"Yes." Kabaji got up from where he was sitting. It was sweltering hot outside, and practice had been lackluster at best. Gakuto and Shishido were constantly bickering, and Oshitari was doing little to stop it. Kabaji figured that Oshitari was hoping that the two would take up mud wrestling. He didn’t really care for Oshitari’s train of thought, but he did like the older boy. Wednesdays Kabaji had a free period, and often Oshitari would join him and read, sharing sweets that had been passed to him by girls.
It didn’t take him long to find Akutagawa. The older boy was curled up in the shade of one of one of the school buildings, napping. His tennis jersey was balled up under his head, one hand on the strap of his tennis bag. Kabaji paused, watching as Akutagawa-san stirred but didn’t wake.
"Akutagawa-san," Kabaji sat down next to him, reached out and gently shook him. "Practice is over."
The older boy only snorted in his sleep, curling more into a ball. Kabaji sighed, glanced around and tried again. "Akutagawa-san." His voice was gentle, touch light. Kabaji stared, a little startled when Akutagawa moved closer to him, hand latching onto his jersey.
"It’s hot." Akutagawa murmured. "I don’t want to get up."
"Wouldn’t you be more comfortable at home, Akutagawa-san?" Kabaji leaned in closer when it seemed like Akutagawa said something, but he couldn’t quite here it. "I’ll carry you, but you have to wake up just for a couple of moments…"
Kabaji froze, feeling his face heat in a dark blush. Akutagawa had sat up, wrapped his arms around Kabaji’s neck, and pressed his mouth to his. Kabaji had heard Oshitari and Shishido talking to each other about people they had kissed. Rather Oshitari had talked a lot, and Shishido managed to get more and more flustered. Kabaji understood exactly how Shishido felt. Hesitantly he kissed Akutagawa back, unsure where to put his hands.
"Like sleeping beauty." Akutagawa said. Cool fingers traced along Kabaji’s jaw, and he shivered. Akutagawa pressed his lips to Kabaji’s again, kissing him for a little longer. Kabaji gasped against the kiss when Akutagawa crawled into his lap. Gentle hands framed Kabaji’s face, Akutagawa smiled when he pulled away from their kiss.
"I would have to be the one to kiss you." Kabaji said, blushing darker. "For it to be sleeping beauty. But I’m not a prince."
Akutagawa laughed softly, fully seated in Kabaji’s lap. "I’m not a princess, but it works." He yawned widely, rubbing at his eyes. "Carry me to the locker room?"
"Yeah." Kabaji got to his feet, easily lifting Akutagawa with him. Kabaji picked up the tennis bag as well, walking back to the clubroom. He could feel Akutagawa’s breathing even out, and eventually the older boy started to snore softly.
Title: False Positive.
Pairing: Inui/Tezuka.
Rating/Contains/Word count: G/687 words
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Inui doesn't have all the data.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For perkyandproud.
"My data put me at sixteen percent that last night wasn’t a date. Did I miscalculate somewhere, Tezuka?" Inui balanced his phone between his cheek and his shoulder, flipping through one of the notebooks on his desk.
Tezuka was silent on the other end. Inui tried again, "I thought the appropriate time between dates was three days. There’s an eighty-five percent chance that it might have been too soon." Inui chewed on the end of his pencil, nose wrinkling when the eraser came off in his mouth. Tezuka was still silent. Too silent. Inui checked his phone as the low beeping of a disconnected call assaulted his ears.
Inui hit redial, "We’ve been on four dates, I thought the zoo would be nice." The dial tone kicked in moments after the last word left his lips. He frowned, checked his notebook once more. Each interaction with Tezuka was closely detailed, and even Inui could track exactly when the observation became something more. Their dates took up pages, Inui asking Tezuka out first. They had gone to get coffee, where Tezuka had refused to allow Inui to order from him, but did pick up the tab for both of their drinks. They had talked about school and tennis, and almost everything until the shop closed up around them. Inui had walked Tezuka home.
The second date took place one Saturday after practice. Inui treated Tezuka to ramen-Tezuka still refused to allow Inui to order for him, though he did let Inui pay. Tezuka had walked him home, their hands brushing occasionally, despite Inui’s worry that it might be too forward. They stayed up until dawn texting.
On the third date they spent most of their time dodging team mates, who apparently had some sort of date-radar. Inui had made notes to check his friends for this rare ability at a later time. Tezuka had laughed, and Inui thought his heart would burst. One the way home, Tezuka’s hand slipped into Inui’s, their fingers linking. They walked around the neighborhoods getting lost until it was late, and cold enough to see their breath when they spoke. Inui couldn’t quite place the sadness he felt when they went their separate ways.
The day before, they had gone to the zoo. It wasn’t too crowded, and they spent the day looking at various exhibits and spending time together. When they were the only ones on the path, Tezuka’s hand would catch Inui’s and hold it as they walked. Again, Inui was concerned by how tight his chest felt, how hard his heart beat.
Realization came slowly to Inui. He was nearly ninety-nine percent sure as to why Tezuka kept hanging up on him. Picking up his phone again, he dialed another too familiar number.
"Sadaharu." Renji said when he picked up.
"How many dates did you and Kirihara-kun go on before you kissed?"
There was a pause, and when Renji spoke he sounded slightly embarrassed. "We hadn’t. It’s how he confessed. I was helping him with an assignment; he kissed me, and ran off leaving his school work behind."
"Ah." Inui flopped back on his bed.
"Have you kissed Tezuka yet?"
Inui frowned, picking at his blanket. "No."
"There’s your solution, Sadaharu." Renji said simply. "Another piece of advice, you should have kissed him on the third date."
Inui frowned harder, and hung up on Renji. He checked his phone, hoping that that Tezuka might have messaged him while he was talking to Renji. Seeing nothing, he rolled off his bed, and went downstairs. He left a note for his mother, and locked up behind him. He headed over to Tezuka’s home, Tezuka’s mother let him in. He went up to Tezuka’s room, knocked lightly on the door, and entered the boy’s room.
"Tezuka?" Inui asked.
"Inui." Tezuka replied. He was sprawled out on his bed book in hand. He placed the book on his chest, looking up at Inui.
Inui moved closer to the bed, and took the book from Tezuka setting it aside. "I’m sorry." He swallowed, suddenly nervous, before leaning in, and kissing Tezuka fully on the mouth.
Title: Luck Be A...
Pairing: Bane/Akutsu
Rating/Contains/Word count: G/687 words
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Akutsu gets lucky
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For perkyandproud.
Akutsu took the good luck charm from Dan, who had only beamed up at him, reminding Akutsu of an overgrown puppy. He wandered away from the trio of first years, who stared at him as though he was going to eat them. Inwardly, he was pleased with the charm, and the calls of "Good luck, Akutsu-senpai", but he didn’t acknowledge them to anyone.
The rest of the matches didn’t appeal to him, so Akutsu wandered around the compound for a little while, trying to find a place to be alone. There were too many people there, and he didn’t want to deal with any of their idiocy. Not to mention everyone falling apart because they had to play their teammates. Tennis was tennis, and that’s all there was to it.
Akutsu tossed his bag down in a shady spot, far enough from the courts that he couldn’t’ hear any of the noise coming from them. He sat on the cool grass, digging in his pocket and extracting a crushed box of cigarettes. He tapped one out, lit it, and stretched out on his back. One arm was tucked under his head supporting it. He closed his eyes, taking in the quiet, and solitude.
He scowled at the sound of approaching footsteps. "Go away." He rubbed out the cigarette on the ground, kicking the butt away from him.
"Isn’t this yours"’
Akutsu didn’t recognize the voice. He grunted, not bothering to look up. "Go away."
"I really think this is yours," The voice came again. Akutsu sat up, eyes narrowed as he glared at the person who dared to interrupt his peace. The other boy was taller, with dark hair. He was wearing a red uniform, one that Akutsu had only seen a couple times before. From his fingers dangled the charm Dan had made him.
"Give it back." Akutsu made no move toward the charm or the other boy. He simply held his hand out.
"What do I get in return?" The other boy grinned.
"The fact that I’m not going to beat your ass." Akutsu curled his fingers. "Put it in my hand, and go the fuck away."
Rather than doing what Akutsu said, the other boy sat down in the grass right next to him. Akutsu barely resisted the urge to flatten his face. "This is that important to you?" The other boy glanced at the back of the charm.
"Give it over. I won’t ask again." Akutsu said.
"Here," the charm was placed in Akutsu’s outstretched hand. There was a moment’s pause, the other boy leaned in and kissed his cheek. Stunned, Akutsu could only stare at the other boy, who proceeded to get up and dust himself off.
"You can’t have luck without love." The boy raised his hand as he walked off, leaving Akutsu very thoroughly confused.
Pairing: Kabaji/Jiroh
Rating/Contains/Word count: G/482 words
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which stories come to life.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For perkyandproud.
"Kabaji," Atobe called out to him. "Let Jiroh know that practice is over."
"Yes." Kabaji got up from where he was sitting. It was sweltering hot outside, and practice had been lackluster at best. Gakuto and Shishido were constantly bickering, and Oshitari was doing little to stop it. Kabaji figured that Oshitari was hoping that the two would take up mud wrestling. He didn’t really care for Oshitari’s train of thought, but he did like the older boy. Wednesdays Kabaji had a free period, and often Oshitari would join him and read, sharing sweets that had been passed to him by girls.
It didn’t take him long to find Akutagawa. The older boy was curled up in the shade of one of one of the school buildings, napping. His tennis jersey was balled up under his head, one hand on the strap of his tennis bag. Kabaji paused, watching as Akutagawa-san stirred but didn’t wake.
"Akutagawa-san," Kabaji sat down next to him, reached out and gently shook him. "Practice is over."
The older boy only snorted in his sleep, curling more into a ball. Kabaji sighed, glanced around and tried again. "Akutagawa-san." His voice was gentle, touch light. Kabaji stared, a little startled when Akutagawa moved closer to him, hand latching onto his jersey.
"It’s hot." Akutagawa murmured. "I don’t want to get up."
"Wouldn’t you be more comfortable at home, Akutagawa-san?" Kabaji leaned in closer when it seemed like Akutagawa said something, but he couldn’t quite here it. "I’ll carry you, but you have to wake up just for a couple of moments…"
Kabaji froze, feeling his face heat in a dark blush. Akutagawa had sat up, wrapped his arms around Kabaji’s neck, and pressed his mouth to his. Kabaji had heard Oshitari and Shishido talking to each other about people they had kissed. Rather Oshitari had talked a lot, and Shishido managed to get more and more flustered. Kabaji understood exactly how Shishido felt. Hesitantly he kissed Akutagawa back, unsure where to put his hands.
"Like sleeping beauty." Akutagawa said. Cool fingers traced along Kabaji’s jaw, and he shivered. Akutagawa pressed his lips to Kabaji’s again, kissing him for a little longer. Kabaji gasped against the kiss when Akutagawa crawled into his lap. Gentle hands framed Kabaji’s face, Akutagawa smiled when he pulled away from their kiss.
"I would have to be the one to kiss you." Kabaji said, blushing darker. "For it to be sleeping beauty. But I’m not a prince."
Akutagawa laughed softly, fully seated in Kabaji’s lap. "I’m not a princess, but it works." He yawned widely, rubbing at his eyes. "Carry me to the locker room?"
"Yeah." Kabaji got to his feet, easily lifting Akutagawa with him. Kabaji picked up the tennis bag as well, walking back to the clubroom. He could feel Akutagawa’s breathing even out, and eventually the older boy started to snore softly.
Title: False Positive.
Pairing: Inui/Tezuka.
Rating/Contains/Word count: G/687 words
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Inui doesn't have all the data.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For perkyandproud.
"My data put me at sixteen percent that last night wasn’t a date. Did I miscalculate somewhere, Tezuka?" Inui balanced his phone between his cheek and his shoulder, flipping through one of the notebooks on his desk.
Tezuka was silent on the other end. Inui tried again, "I thought the appropriate time between dates was three days. There’s an eighty-five percent chance that it might have been too soon." Inui chewed on the end of his pencil, nose wrinkling when the eraser came off in his mouth. Tezuka was still silent. Too silent. Inui checked his phone as the low beeping of a disconnected call assaulted his ears.
Inui hit redial, "We’ve been on four dates, I thought the zoo would be nice." The dial tone kicked in moments after the last word left his lips. He frowned, checked his notebook once more. Each interaction with Tezuka was closely detailed, and even Inui could track exactly when the observation became something more. Their dates took up pages, Inui asking Tezuka out first. They had gone to get coffee, where Tezuka had refused to allow Inui to order from him, but did pick up the tab for both of their drinks. They had talked about school and tennis, and almost everything until the shop closed up around them. Inui had walked Tezuka home.
The second date took place one Saturday after practice. Inui treated Tezuka to ramen-Tezuka still refused to allow Inui to order for him, though he did let Inui pay. Tezuka had walked him home, their hands brushing occasionally, despite Inui’s worry that it might be too forward. They stayed up until dawn texting.
On the third date they spent most of their time dodging team mates, who apparently had some sort of date-radar. Inui had made notes to check his friends for this rare ability at a later time. Tezuka had laughed, and Inui thought his heart would burst. One the way home, Tezuka’s hand slipped into Inui’s, their fingers linking. They walked around the neighborhoods getting lost until it was late, and cold enough to see their breath when they spoke. Inui couldn’t quite place the sadness he felt when they went their separate ways.
The day before, they had gone to the zoo. It wasn’t too crowded, and they spent the day looking at various exhibits and spending time together. When they were the only ones on the path, Tezuka’s hand would catch Inui’s and hold it as they walked. Again, Inui was concerned by how tight his chest felt, how hard his heart beat.
Realization came slowly to Inui. He was nearly ninety-nine percent sure as to why Tezuka kept hanging up on him. Picking up his phone again, he dialed another too familiar number.
"Sadaharu." Renji said when he picked up.
"How many dates did you and Kirihara-kun go on before you kissed?"
There was a pause, and when Renji spoke he sounded slightly embarrassed. "We hadn’t. It’s how he confessed. I was helping him with an assignment; he kissed me, and ran off leaving his school work behind."
"Ah." Inui flopped back on his bed.
"Have you kissed Tezuka yet?"
Inui frowned, picking at his blanket. "No."
"There’s your solution, Sadaharu." Renji said simply. "Another piece of advice, you should have kissed him on the third date."
Inui frowned harder, and hung up on Renji. He checked his phone, hoping that that Tezuka might have messaged him while he was talking to Renji. Seeing nothing, he rolled off his bed, and went downstairs. He left a note for his mother, and locked up behind him. He headed over to Tezuka’s home, Tezuka’s mother let him in. He went up to Tezuka’s room, knocked lightly on the door, and entered the boy’s room.
"Tezuka?" Inui asked.
"Inui." Tezuka replied. He was sprawled out on his bed book in hand. He placed the book on his chest, looking up at Inui.
Inui moved closer to the bed, and took the book from Tezuka setting it aside. "I’m sorry." He swallowed, suddenly nervous, before leaning in, and kissing Tezuka fully on the mouth.
Title: Luck Be A...
Pairing: Bane/Akutsu
Rating/Contains/Word count: G/687 words
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Akutsu gets lucky
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For perkyandproud.
Akutsu took the good luck charm from Dan, who had only beamed up at him, reminding Akutsu of an overgrown puppy. He wandered away from the trio of first years, who stared at him as though he was going to eat them. Inwardly, he was pleased with the charm, and the calls of "Good luck, Akutsu-senpai", but he didn’t acknowledge them to anyone.
The rest of the matches didn’t appeal to him, so Akutsu wandered around the compound for a little while, trying to find a place to be alone. There were too many people there, and he didn’t want to deal with any of their idiocy. Not to mention everyone falling apart because they had to play their teammates. Tennis was tennis, and that’s all there was to it.
Akutsu tossed his bag down in a shady spot, far enough from the courts that he couldn’t’ hear any of the noise coming from them. He sat on the cool grass, digging in his pocket and extracting a crushed box of cigarettes. He tapped one out, lit it, and stretched out on his back. One arm was tucked under his head supporting it. He closed his eyes, taking in the quiet, and solitude.
He scowled at the sound of approaching footsteps. "Go away." He rubbed out the cigarette on the ground, kicking the butt away from him.
"Isn’t this yours"’
Akutsu didn’t recognize the voice. He grunted, not bothering to look up. "Go away."
"I really think this is yours," The voice came again. Akutsu sat up, eyes narrowed as he glared at the person who dared to interrupt his peace. The other boy was taller, with dark hair. He was wearing a red uniform, one that Akutsu had only seen a couple times before. From his fingers dangled the charm Dan had made him.
"Give it back." Akutsu made no move toward the charm or the other boy. He simply held his hand out.
"What do I get in return?" The other boy grinned.
"The fact that I’m not going to beat your ass." Akutsu curled his fingers. "Put it in my hand, and go the fuck away."
Rather than doing what Akutsu said, the other boy sat down in the grass right next to him. Akutsu barely resisted the urge to flatten his face. "This is that important to you?" The other boy glanced at the back of the charm.
"Give it over. I won’t ask again." Akutsu said.
"Here," the charm was placed in Akutsu’s outstretched hand. There was a moment’s pause, the other boy leaned in and kissed his cheek. Stunned, Akutsu could only stare at the other boy, who proceeded to get up and dust himself off.
"You can’t have luck without love." The boy raised his hand as he walked off, leaving Akutsu very thoroughly confused.