[Fic] Atobe/Ryoma: Misnomer (ALDKFJASDFHWTFWTFWTF)
Three days ago, I randomly found an Atobe/Ryoma Lawyer AU fic and read it. Two days ago I went on an AtoRyo fic reading binge. Yesterday I dug out all of Atobe's character songs and reaquainted myself with just how hot Suwabe Junichi's voice it. Today I did the unthinkable... OTL
It has been four days since this devolution began. nittle_grasper has already disowned me.
Please. SEND HELP.
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Title: Misnomer
Series/Characters: [Prince of Tennis] Atobe/Ryoma
Disclaimer: I DON'T WANT THEM. I REALLY DON'T. T____T
Word Count: 644
Notes: I WAS MISSING SOME INSUFFERABLE DIVA IN MY LIFE? IDEK. I GOT OUT OF THE FANDOM THREE YEARS AGO. THREE YEARS AGO. I am dying of shame here I can't believe I wrote this oh god what. WHAT. TдT
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Misnomer
by kasugai gummie
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“I’m back, Transvestite Monk.”
The tip of the fountain pen came to a scratchy, faltering stop, while the ink continued to bleed an ugly black splotch on the aborted flourish of a cursive K. Atobe looked up from his ruined signature, startled. He was sure he must’ve heard something wrong... no matter how ill-mannered Echizen was, even he wouldn’t have the gall of addressing Atobe as. That.
But no, upon registering the pleasantly casual expression on his boyfriend’s face, Atobe could feel his incredulity warp into something less dignified. He set down his pen, just in case. “I beg your pardon?” he prompted, posing more of a statement than a question that dared Echizen to repeat himself.
Of course, Echizen, the insufferable brat, dared. “I said,” Echizen obliged, enunciating each word as if Atobe was hard of hearing, “I’m back. Transvestite Monk.”
Atobe narrowed his eyes into steel-blue slits, catching the faint smirk that twitched the corner of Echizen’s lips up before the dark-haired man smoothed his expression back to one of insolent nonchalance.
Atobe stifled an impatient sigh. “Alright,” he began through gritted teeth, “what is the”-your-“problem?”
Echizen sat down in the plush armchair directly across Atobe’s desk without so much as a by-your-leave. “Problem?” he echoed, and even tilted his head to the side to affect an overtly ingenuous manner. “Whatever gave you the idea that there was something wrong, Transvestite Monk?”
Atobe exhaled, slow and controlled. It was becoming an effort keeping his voice level. “That’s really offensive Echi-”
“Did you say something, Transvestite Monk?”
Oh, for crying out loud.... and it was a good thing Atobe had put down his pen because he definitely would’ve snapped it in half had it still been clutched between his fingers. Atobe didn’t know what had possessed the younger man to pick up and abuse such a slanderous insult. It was a thoroughly politically-incorrect term and utterly unacceptable. Even the other one, the other ridiculous-but infinitely less demeaning-moniker Echizen had bestowed upon him during their Junior High days was better than this insinuated grievance with one’s birth gender. That, of which, Atobe Keigo most certainly Did Not Have.
And then it suddenly hit him. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with my complaint at dinner two days ago, would it?”
A moment of annoyance flashed through Echizen’s gaze and Atobe slumped back against his own seat, nearly groaning with exasperation. Oh, so it did. It most definitely did, that juvenile brat. He affixed his boyfriend with an unamused glare of his own.
Echizen blinked in response, as if confused, but with his insight and sharp business-sense alike, Atobe knew better. “Replacing one offensive... nickname... with another isn’t what I had in mind when I requested for you to stop calling me ‘Monkey King.’ In front of my mother." Especially not when the replacements were still inspired by the main cast of Journey to the West. Classic literature or no. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you completely ignored the last clause just to aggravate The Great Me!”
They stared at each other a while longer before Echizen finally relented and dropped his blasé facade with an indelicate snort. “Picky aren’t you, Keigo?” he drawled, leaning forward to place an elbow against the top of Atobe’s desk and rest his head against his hand. “You know how long I spent trying to think of a good alternative?”
Atobe took the opportunity to reach over and snag the younger man’s wrist, pulling him half across the hard-wood surface and its various curios. Something wry and long-suffering flit across his expression as he brought their faces closer together. “Would it really kill you to just give the nicknames a rest once a while?” he murmured.
“Make me, Monkey King,” Echizen retorted, breathing his reply against Atobe's lips. And Atobe fought not to smirk back.
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Fin
Completed: July 23, 2008
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... OH, FOR JESUS FUCK. PROMPT ME GUYS. PROMPT ME. THROW ME ARES/REBORN/SOUL EATER PROMPTS. ANYTHING. I CAN'T GUARANTEE THAT I'LL GET TO ALL OF THEM, BUT PROMPT AS MANY TIMES AS YOU WANT. I'll work on them during study breaks tomorrow and whenever. T____T I just need to somehow get out of this PoT Shaped Black Hole That Should Not Be.
It has been four days since this devolution began. nittle_grasper has already disowned me.
Please. SEND HELP.
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Title: Misnomer
Series/Characters: [Prince of Tennis] Atobe/Ryoma
Disclaimer: I DON'T WANT THEM. I REALLY DON'T. T____T
Word Count: 644
Notes: I WAS MISSING SOME INSUFFERABLE DIVA IN MY LIFE? IDEK. I GOT OUT OF THE FANDOM THREE YEARS AGO. THREE YEARS AGO. I am dying of shame here I can't believe I wrote this oh god what. WHAT. TдT
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Misnomer
by kasugai gummie
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“I’m back, Transvestite Monk.”
The tip of the fountain pen came to a scratchy, faltering stop, while the ink continued to bleed an ugly black splotch on the aborted flourish of a cursive K. Atobe looked up from his ruined signature, startled. He was sure he must’ve heard something wrong... no matter how ill-mannered Echizen was, even he wouldn’t have the gall of addressing Atobe as. That.
But no, upon registering the pleasantly casual expression on his boyfriend’s face, Atobe could feel his incredulity warp into something less dignified. He set down his pen, just in case. “I beg your pardon?” he prompted, posing more of a statement than a question that dared Echizen to repeat himself.
Of course, Echizen, the insufferable brat, dared. “I said,” Echizen obliged, enunciating each word as if Atobe was hard of hearing, “I’m back. Transvestite Monk.”
Atobe narrowed his eyes into steel-blue slits, catching the faint smirk that twitched the corner of Echizen’s lips up before the dark-haired man smoothed his expression back to one of insolent nonchalance.
Atobe stifled an impatient sigh. “Alright,” he began through gritted teeth, “what is the”-your-“problem?”
Echizen sat down in the plush armchair directly across Atobe’s desk without so much as a by-your-leave. “Problem?” he echoed, and even tilted his head to the side to affect an overtly ingenuous manner. “Whatever gave you the idea that there was something wrong, Transvestite Monk?”
Atobe exhaled, slow and controlled. It was becoming an effort keeping his voice level. “That’s really offensive Echi-”
“Did you say something, Transvestite Monk?”
Oh, for crying out loud.... and it was a good thing Atobe had put down his pen because he definitely would’ve snapped it in half had it still been clutched between his fingers. Atobe didn’t know what had possessed the younger man to pick up and abuse such a slanderous insult. It was a thoroughly politically-incorrect term and utterly unacceptable. Even the other one, the other ridiculous-but infinitely less demeaning-moniker Echizen had bestowed upon him during their Junior High days was better than this insinuated grievance with one’s birth gender. That, of which, Atobe Keigo most certainly Did Not Have.
And then it suddenly hit him. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with my complaint at dinner two days ago, would it?”
A moment of annoyance flashed through Echizen’s gaze and Atobe slumped back against his own seat, nearly groaning with exasperation. Oh, so it did. It most definitely did, that juvenile brat. He affixed his boyfriend with an unamused glare of his own.
Echizen blinked in response, as if confused, but with his insight and sharp business-sense alike, Atobe knew better. “Replacing one offensive... nickname... with another isn’t what I had in mind when I requested for you to stop calling me ‘Monkey King.’ In front of my mother." Especially not when the replacements were still inspired by the main cast of Journey to the West. Classic literature or no. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you completely ignored the last clause just to aggravate The Great Me!”
They stared at each other a while longer before Echizen finally relented and dropped his blasé facade with an indelicate snort. “Picky aren’t you, Keigo?” he drawled, leaning forward to place an elbow against the top of Atobe’s desk and rest his head against his hand. “You know how long I spent trying to think of a good alternative?”
Atobe took the opportunity to reach over and snag the younger man’s wrist, pulling him half across the hard-wood surface and its various curios. Something wry and long-suffering flit across his expression as he brought their faces closer together. “Would it really kill you to just give the nicknames a rest once a while?” he murmured.
“Make me, Monkey King,” Echizen retorted, breathing his reply against Atobe's lips. And Atobe fought not to smirk back.
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Fin
Completed: July 23, 2008
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... OH, FOR JESUS FUCK. PROMPT ME GUYS. PROMPT ME. THROW ME ARES/REBORN/SOUL EATER PROMPTS. ANYTHING. I CAN'T GUARANTEE THAT I'LL GET TO ALL OF THEM, BUT PROMPT AS MANY TIMES AS YOU WANT. I'll work on them during study breaks tomorrow and whenever. T____T I just need to somehow get out of this PoT Shaped Black Hole That Should Not Be.