Prince of Tennis: Ibu Shinji, 015: Blue
Title: Notes
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Ohtori Choutarou
Prompt: 015: Blue
Word Count: 682
Rating: G
Summary: Ibu Shinji and Music Appreciation
Author's Notes: Shinji and Ohtori are both 14.
My creativity had gotten stuck, so I turned to the crack pairing generator for help. Not using the prompt it gave me, though, because as soon as I saw the pairing, I *knew* what to do with it. So, thank you Crack Pairing Generator!
Main table can be found here
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Shinji had never been as big a music fan as Akira. He liked it, yes, could get into it when he had to, but beyond that it was nothing special, a fact that he worked hard to hide from Akira.
His taste in music was as odd as he was. Shinji wasn’t fond of the imported rap and hip-hop as his classmates were. He really wasn’t even too fond of the J-rock and J-pop that blared everywhere he went (though he did have a secret love for L’arc~En~Ciel). Shinji’s taste in music-when he sought it out-was the classics. Japanese, European, American…as long as it was in the classical style, Shinji couldn’t get enough of it.
He just wasn’t about to tell anyone about it.
Shinji was wandering aimlessly one Sunday afternoon. He had no plans, no destination, and he wasn’t concerned about that, either. Sometimes, he thought, it was nice to be alone, especially when it was his choice to be that way.
Music caught his ear, music that reeled Shinji in towards a park. He had never heard the piece before, he didn’t think, but there was something about it that was so alive, so vital, that Shinji had to find its source.
What he found was a concert in the park, one of those events designed to introduce the public to the arts. Shinji had attended those before and had always found them enjoyable, so he felt no hesitation at all about slipping into an empty seat next to someone who looked vaguely familiar, but Shinji didn’t take too much notice of his neighbor, because he was lost in the notes, his mind being drawn away into the music….
Many minutes later, when the music faded, Shinji leaned back in his seat and sighed happily.
“Yes, that was good, wasn’t it?” a voice asked from next to him.
Shinji started. “It was.” He turned to look at the person next to him. “I should know you, shouldn’t I?”
The boy next to him chuckled. “It’s all right.” He held out his hand. “I’m Ohtori Choutarou. From Hyotei. You’re Ibu Shinji from Fudomine, correct?”
Shinji took the offered hand and shook it. “Yes, I am. I’m surprised that you remembered me.”
“I tend to remember most people I see.” Ohtori shrugged. “It’s almost how I remember most music I hear.”
“Do…you know what that was?” Shinji was a little embarrassed to ask, but his desire to know overcame that. “It was…I just need to know if you do.”
Ohtori smiled. “I do. It’s “Rhapsody in Blue,” by Gershwin.” Ohtori managed to form the foreign words without much trouble. “It’s a fairly contemporary piece.”
“That doesn’t matter. Music doesn’t have to have been written hundreds of years ago to be powerful. It just has to speak to you somehow.”
Ohtori blinked. “You understand. Not many people do.”
Shinji shook his head. “Then those people are fools. They listen to music because it’s popular, not because it means anything to them.”
With a grin, Ohtori opened his mouth to reply, but a beeping noise cut him off. He looked at his watch. “Oh…I’m going to be late!” Ohtori stood. “I’m sorry to run off like this, but…violin lesson. Stay and hear more for me, though?” He pulled a piece of paper from his bag, scribbled something on it, and handed it to Shinji. “Call me. I’d love to talk about music some more. Bye!”
Shinji watched Ohtori run off, then looked at the paper in his hand before carefully putting it in his wallet. Maybe I should call him. He seems to understand about how I feel about music, and no one else seems to. It might be nice to have someone to talk to about that, even if he is from Hyotei. He plays the violin? I wonder if he’s good and if he would play for me if I asked….
The music started again, breaking Shinji’s train of thought. As he turned his attention to it, his mind, for once, fell quiet as he lost himself in the music.
--The End--
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Ohtori Choutarou
Prompt: 015: Blue
Word Count: 682
Rating: G
Summary: Ibu Shinji and Music Appreciation
Author's Notes: Shinji and Ohtori are both 14.
My creativity had gotten stuck, so I turned to the crack pairing generator for help. Not using the prompt it gave me, though, because as soon as I saw the pairing, I *knew* what to do with it. So, thank you Crack Pairing Generator!
Main table can be found here
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shinji had never been as big a music fan as Akira. He liked it, yes, could get into it when he had to, but beyond that it was nothing special, a fact that he worked hard to hide from Akira.
His taste in music was as odd as he was. Shinji wasn’t fond of the imported rap and hip-hop as his classmates were. He really wasn’t even too fond of the J-rock and J-pop that blared everywhere he went (though he did have a secret love for L’arc~En~Ciel). Shinji’s taste in music-when he sought it out-was the classics. Japanese, European, American…as long as it was in the classical style, Shinji couldn’t get enough of it.
He just wasn’t about to tell anyone about it.
Shinji was wandering aimlessly one Sunday afternoon. He had no plans, no destination, and he wasn’t concerned about that, either. Sometimes, he thought, it was nice to be alone, especially when it was his choice to be that way.
Music caught his ear, music that reeled Shinji in towards a park. He had never heard the piece before, he didn’t think, but there was something about it that was so alive, so vital, that Shinji had to find its source.
What he found was a concert in the park, one of those events designed to introduce the public to the arts. Shinji had attended those before and had always found them enjoyable, so he felt no hesitation at all about slipping into an empty seat next to someone who looked vaguely familiar, but Shinji didn’t take too much notice of his neighbor, because he was lost in the notes, his mind being drawn away into the music….
Many minutes later, when the music faded, Shinji leaned back in his seat and sighed happily.
“Yes, that was good, wasn’t it?” a voice asked from next to him.
Shinji started. “It was.” He turned to look at the person next to him. “I should know you, shouldn’t I?”
The boy next to him chuckled. “It’s all right.” He held out his hand. “I’m Ohtori Choutarou. From Hyotei. You’re Ibu Shinji from Fudomine, correct?”
Shinji took the offered hand and shook it. “Yes, I am. I’m surprised that you remembered me.”
“I tend to remember most people I see.” Ohtori shrugged. “It’s almost how I remember most music I hear.”
“Do…you know what that was?” Shinji was a little embarrassed to ask, but his desire to know overcame that. “It was…I just need to know if you do.”
Ohtori smiled. “I do. It’s “Rhapsody in Blue,” by Gershwin.” Ohtori managed to form the foreign words without much trouble. “It’s a fairly contemporary piece.”
“That doesn’t matter. Music doesn’t have to have been written hundreds of years ago to be powerful. It just has to speak to you somehow.”
Ohtori blinked. “You understand. Not many people do.”
Shinji shook his head. “Then those people are fools. They listen to music because it’s popular, not because it means anything to them.”
With a grin, Ohtori opened his mouth to reply, but a beeping noise cut him off. He looked at his watch. “Oh…I’m going to be late!” Ohtori stood. “I’m sorry to run off like this, but…violin lesson. Stay and hear more for me, though?” He pulled a piece of paper from his bag, scribbled something on it, and handed it to Shinji. “Call me. I’d love to talk about music some more. Bye!”
Shinji watched Ohtori run off, then looked at the paper in his hand before carefully putting it in his wallet. Maybe I should call him. He seems to understand about how I feel about music, and no one else seems to. It might be nice to have someone to talk to about that, even if he is from Hyotei. He plays the violin? I wonder if he’s good and if he would play for me if I asked….
The music started again, breaking Shinji’s train of thought. As he turned his attention to it, his mind, for once, fell quiet as he lost himself in the music.
--The End--