Prince of Tennis: Ibu Shinji, 060: Drink
Title: Party Time
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Oshitari Yuushi
Prompt: 060: Drink
Word Count: 1,111
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An experience in underage drinking.
Author's Notes: Shinji is 16 in this fic.
And I am now getting back to these fics. I was laid low by constant and persistent migraines, and now that they are letting up some, I’m trying this writing thing again.
Main table can be found here and here.
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Looking at the beer that he had just been handed, Shinji was not sure just how he got himself in these situations, really.
It wasn’t that he was fundamentally opposed to it. It wasn’t even that he was being pressured to. Shinji knew that if he said no, that no one would tease him or anything like that. It was simply that, in Shinji’s life, alcohol was never a large presence. His parents rarely drank, and neither did their friends, so it was not something that he had ever wasted time or energy on contemplating. He had other things to worry about, like tennis, and school, and if Kamio was ever going to stop mooning and just ask An-chan out already.
He knew, theoretically, that teenagers drank. He knew that Uchimura and Mori especially drank, but Shinji didn’t run with those crowds, and neither of his friends drank to excess, so again, it wasn’t something that Shinji spent a lot of time contemplating. It was an abstract concept, something that he’d think about “later.”
But now later was here, and even though he had no idea that he would end up in that situation when he agreed to go to the huge all-Kanto party that Atobe was throwing, here he was, and Shinji was staring at the beer bottle, not exactly sure what to do with it next. He looked around the room, trying to figure out what everyone else was doing.
Atobe was holding court in the center of the room, a goblet of something that much more refined than common beer in his hand, though it seemed as if most of his teammates had no issues drinking bottled beer. Over by the windows, Shinji could see Oishi trying to keep Ryoma away from anything alcoholic, and Fuji trying just as hard to spike Ryoma’s Ponta when no one was looking. By the look of Ryoma’s flush, Fuji was the one winning that particular game.
He passed over the cluster of Rikkai students huddled anti-socially in their own corner (except for Yukimura, who was flirting with Tezuka), passed over Sengoku’s juggling antics, and the “which twin is which” game (made more effective ever since the twin going to St. Rudolph’s started growing his hair again, and his brother cut his own hair to match) to try to find his own teammates in the crowd.
Shinji was surprised. Even Kamio was drinking. Another look at the room confirmed it; of everyone there, Shinji was only one of three people not currently drinking-and he suspected that Inui and Yanagi had their own reasons for staying sober, ones that Shinji really didn’t want to contemplate.
Faced with all of that, and having no real reason to not try it, Shinji shrugged and took a drink from his beer bottle.
*~*~*~*
When Shinji opened his eyes the next morning, he immediately closed them again, feeling like the light was stabbing his eyes. His head was, he swore, being pounded with bricks, his mouth tasted like something had died, and his stomach was churning.
Worst of all, as hard as he tried, he couldn’t remember much after he had drank his first beer. There were a couple more beers, then something involving Hiyoshi, Kamio, Ishida, someone from Yamabuki, one of the Kisarazus and shots….
Next to him, Shinji heard a low chuckle. “You are alive, then.”
“Softer.” Shinji groaned and tried to sit up. “Where am I? What happened…and who are you?”
“Atobe’s personal hangover remedy.” The voice was soothing and rich, and Shinji didn’t really care who it was at that point, as long as they kept talking like that. “You seemed to be having quite a good time last night, Ibu-kun.”
“Was I? I…I don’t know…what did I do?” Shinji managed to open one eye, though all he saw was a mass of dark hair.
There was another chuckle. “You developed a liking for tequila. As entertaining as it was at the time, I am not sure if Hiyoshi should have been allowed to teach you and Kisarazu-kun how to do body shots.”
“Body shots?” Shinji had a sudden sinking feeling that had nothing to do with his hangover.
“Oh yes. It was quite the spectacle, watching you and Kisarazu-kun do shots off of each other’s stomachs. I think there was quite a bit of jealousy in the room.” The other teenager brushed back some of Shinji’s hair. “Some admiration, too. It was a…stimulating show.”
“Which Kisarazu?” Shinji could feel himself blushing, and he wasn’t sure why it mattered, but it did all the same.
“Kisarazu Ryou, I believe. At least, he was dragged off by Saeki-kun at some point, and I think the other twin followed. I am afraid that I am trying to not consider all the possibilities of that.”
There was a pause that Shinji didn’t like. “What aren’t you telling me? And…who are you?”
“I’m sorry. I’m Oshitari Yuushi.” His hand ran through Shinji’s hair again. “And there is something I’m not telling you. I’m afraid you caused quite a fight, however inadvertently.”
“A fight?” Shinji swallowed, the churning in his stomach worsening. “Oshitari-san?”
“Someone…decided to try and take advantage of you, in your…excessively inebriated state. That…was not appreciated by several people. People who had no qualms about using their fists to defend your virtue.”
“Akira, right?” Shinji very purposely did not ask just who it was he could have been waking up with. He didn’t want to know.
Oshitari made a noise of assent. “As well as…Ishida-kun, Tachibana, and our own Hiyoshi.” Shinji could hear the pride in Oshitari’s voice. “Even Echizen-kun got in a few hits. I assure you, you will know if you manage to run into them just who it was.”
“I don’t want to know…I’m going to be sick….”
Oshitari smoothly moved Shinji into a bathroom, holding back his hair as Shinji emptied his stomach. “Better?” he asked, handing Shinji a glass of water.
Shinji rinsed out his mouth and nodded. “Where am I?”
“At Keigo’s, still. Sometime during the…excitement, you passed out. Hiyoshi and Kamio-kun brought you to a room here, and Hiyoshi asked me to give you this.” Oshitari held out another glass. “It’s helped every single one of my teammates before. Drink, and sleep again.”
Shinji was in no position to argue, so he followed Oshitari’s directions, grimacing at the taste of the drink and crawling back into bed. “I don’t think I’m ever going to drink again,” he groaned, settling back in the almost too soft pillows.
Oshitari chuckled as he left the room. “That’s what they all say.” He closed the door, letting Shinji sleep off his hangover.
--The End--
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Oshitari Yuushi
Prompt: 060: Drink
Word Count: 1,111
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An experience in underage drinking.
Author's Notes: Shinji is 16 in this fic.
And I am now getting back to these fics. I was laid low by constant and persistent migraines, and now that they are letting up some, I’m trying this writing thing again.
Main table can be found here and here.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Looking at the beer that he had just been handed, Shinji was not sure just how he got himself in these situations, really.
It wasn’t that he was fundamentally opposed to it. It wasn’t even that he was being pressured to. Shinji knew that if he said no, that no one would tease him or anything like that. It was simply that, in Shinji’s life, alcohol was never a large presence. His parents rarely drank, and neither did their friends, so it was not something that he had ever wasted time or energy on contemplating. He had other things to worry about, like tennis, and school, and if Kamio was ever going to stop mooning and just ask An-chan out already.
He knew, theoretically, that teenagers drank. He knew that Uchimura and Mori especially drank, but Shinji didn’t run with those crowds, and neither of his friends drank to excess, so again, it wasn’t something that Shinji spent a lot of time contemplating. It was an abstract concept, something that he’d think about “later.”
But now later was here, and even though he had no idea that he would end up in that situation when he agreed to go to the huge all-Kanto party that Atobe was throwing, here he was, and Shinji was staring at the beer bottle, not exactly sure what to do with it next. He looked around the room, trying to figure out what everyone else was doing.
Atobe was holding court in the center of the room, a goblet of something that much more refined than common beer in his hand, though it seemed as if most of his teammates had no issues drinking bottled beer. Over by the windows, Shinji could see Oishi trying to keep Ryoma away from anything alcoholic, and Fuji trying just as hard to spike Ryoma’s Ponta when no one was looking. By the look of Ryoma’s flush, Fuji was the one winning that particular game.
He passed over the cluster of Rikkai students huddled anti-socially in their own corner (except for Yukimura, who was flirting with Tezuka), passed over Sengoku’s juggling antics, and the “which twin is which” game (made more effective ever since the twin going to St. Rudolph’s started growing his hair again, and his brother cut his own hair to match) to try to find his own teammates in the crowd.
Shinji was surprised. Even Kamio was drinking. Another look at the room confirmed it; of everyone there, Shinji was only one of three people not currently drinking-and he suspected that Inui and Yanagi had their own reasons for staying sober, ones that Shinji really didn’t want to contemplate.
Faced with all of that, and having no real reason to not try it, Shinji shrugged and took a drink from his beer bottle.
*~*~*~*
When Shinji opened his eyes the next morning, he immediately closed them again, feeling like the light was stabbing his eyes. His head was, he swore, being pounded with bricks, his mouth tasted like something had died, and his stomach was churning.
Worst of all, as hard as he tried, he couldn’t remember much after he had drank his first beer. There were a couple more beers, then something involving Hiyoshi, Kamio, Ishida, someone from Yamabuki, one of the Kisarazus and shots….
Next to him, Shinji heard a low chuckle. “You are alive, then.”
“Softer.” Shinji groaned and tried to sit up. “Where am I? What happened…and who are you?”
“Atobe’s personal hangover remedy.” The voice was soothing and rich, and Shinji didn’t really care who it was at that point, as long as they kept talking like that. “You seemed to be having quite a good time last night, Ibu-kun.”
“Was I? I…I don’t know…what did I do?” Shinji managed to open one eye, though all he saw was a mass of dark hair.
There was another chuckle. “You developed a liking for tequila. As entertaining as it was at the time, I am not sure if Hiyoshi should have been allowed to teach you and Kisarazu-kun how to do body shots.”
“Body shots?” Shinji had a sudden sinking feeling that had nothing to do with his hangover.
“Oh yes. It was quite the spectacle, watching you and Kisarazu-kun do shots off of each other’s stomachs. I think there was quite a bit of jealousy in the room.” The other teenager brushed back some of Shinji’s hair. “Some admiration, too. It was a…stimulating show.”
“Which Kisarazu?” Shinji could feel himself blushing, and he wasn’t sure why it mattered, but it did all the same.
“Kisarazu Ryou, I believe. At least, he was dragged off by Saeki-kun at some point, and I think the other twin followed. I am afraid that I am trying to not consider all the possibilities of that.”
There was a pause that Shinji didn’t like. “What aren’t you telling me? And…who are you?”
“I’m sorry. I’m Oshitari Yuushi.” His hand ran through Shinji’s hair again. “And there is something I’m not telling you. I’m afraid you caused quite a fight, however inadvertently.”
“A fight?” Shinji swallowed, the churning in his stomach worsening. “Oshitari-san?”
“Someone…decided to try and take advantage of you, in your…excessively inebriated state. That…was not appreciated by several people. People who had no qualms about using their fists to defend your virtue.”
“Akira, right?” Shinji very purposely did not ask just who it was he could have been waking up with. He didn’t want to know.
Oshitari made a noise of assent. “As well as…Ishida-kun, Tachibana, and our own Hiyoshi.” Shinji could hear the pride in Oshitari’s voice. “Even Echizen-kun got in a few hits. I assure you, you will know if you manage to run into them just who it was.”
“I don’t want to know…I’m going to be sick….”
Oshitari smoothly moved Shinji into a bathroom, holding back his hair as Shinji emptied his stomach. “Better?” he asked, handing Shinji a glass of water.
Shinji rinsed out his mouth and nodded. “Where am I?”
“At Keigo’s, still. Sometime during the…excitement, you passed out. Hiyoshi and Kamio-kun brought you to a room here, and Hiyoshi asked me to give you this.” Oshitari held out another glass. “It’s helped every single one of my teammates before. Drink, and sleep again.”
Shinji was in no position to argue, so he followed Oshitari’s directions, grimacing at the taste of the drink and crawling back into bed. “I don’t think I’m ever going to drink again,” he groaned, settling back in the almost too soft pillows.
Oshitari chuckled as he left the room. “That’s what they all say.” He closed the door, letting Shinji sleep off his hangover.
--The End--