Fanfiction:Tenipuri:It's Not Real?:1
Title:It's Not Real
Pairing:Shishido/Ohtori
Warning:yaoi
Rating:PG
Chapter:1/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Ohtori misunderstands something Shishido says and wishes he'd kept on dreaming.
Shishido Ryoh tensed up as his friend, Ohtori Choutarou, leaned on his shoulder. The younger had been doing that a lot lately and it was confusing Shishido more and more. For the time being, he ignored the other and let him rest there and continued watching the TV. However, when Choutarou leaned in more and rested his head on Shishido’s shoulder, he had to ask.
“Choutarou? Why are you always leaning on me?”
Choutarou looked up, brows furrowed. “I’m sorry, Shishido-sempai,” he said and pulled away frowning.
Shishido sighed. “That’s not what I was asking, Choutarou.”
Choutarou blushed slightly. “I was…just tired, Shishido-sempai.”
Accepting the answer as the truth, Shishido went back to watching the TV screen. Before the scene changed, the phone rang. Shishido sat up and reached for it.
“Moshi moshi,” he said, watching Choutarou turn down the volume with the remote.
“Shishido-kun,” a female voice answered.
“Ah, Aoi. So, have you thought about it?”
Aoi was hesitant. “I don’t know, Shishido. I thought you were already going out with someone. I can’t go out with you until you break it off with them.”
Shishido cocked his head to the side. “I am? Where did you hear this from?”
“That friend of yours. Your partner from tennis.”
“Ohtori-kun?”
“Yeah, him. He said you were going out with someone already.”
Shishido glanced at said person for a second. “I don’t know what he’s talking about.”
Aoi sighed. “Then talk to him and tell me another day.”
Shishido hung up the phone and turned to Choutarou. "Ne, I was just talking to Aoi. She said that you told her I was going out with someone."
Choutarou blinked rapidly. "You're not going out with anyone?" he asked slowly. When Shishido shook his head, he put his face into his hands. "I...didn't know that. Sorry."
Shishido rested his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Hey, don't get yourself that worked up over it. It's not that bad. But, I'm curious...Who did you think I was going out with?"
Choutarou laughed sadly. "Me."
Shishido stared at him. "You? You thought I was going out with you?"
"We're not? I don't know what's going on anymore." Choutarou shrugged Shishido's hand off his shoulder.
“No, we’re not going out. Hell, I’m not even gay. And don’t you usually ask someone to go out with them before assuming?”
“That’s what I don’t get. I did ask you, Shishido-sempai. Remember that day that we had to work on that history project a while ago?”
Shishido thought back. He started when he found the date in his mind. “Ohtori, that was more than a year ago. And you never asked me if I wanted to go out with you.”
Choutarou flinched at the use of this last name. “I-I know it was more than a year ago. I haven’t had you in a class since then.” He drew in a large breath. “I asked you that day you came over to my house to work on the project. We left it for the last minute and I wanted to get it done so that you could get that class over with. We were up late working on it. The whole time I had been gathering up the courage to ask you. When we got it done, I asked you if you wanted to go out the me. You said, ‘Sure, where.’ We went to see that movie that you wanted to see three days later.”
“You were asking me to GO OUT with you. I thought you meant, like, hang out together. I didn’t realize what you were saying. You were kinda, mumbling and all.”
“I was embaressed.”
“I can see that now.” Shishido sat there and let the silence reign on. “Hell, Choutarou, so for the past, what, fifteen months, you’ve been thinking we were going out?”
Choutarou nodded, to worked up to talk.
“And that whole time, you never tried anything. Never tried to push our ‘relationship’.”
Choutarou laughed ironically. “I was giving you space. I wasn’t going to try anything. You were going to have to.”
“Ah, Choutarou-kun, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know, ne? If I did, I would have stopped this earlier.”
“It’s okay, Shishido-sempai. I’m rather glad that I had that time with you, regardless of whether or not it was real.”
Pairing:Shishido/Ohtori
Warning:yaoi
Rating:PG
Chapter:1/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Ohtori misunderstands something Shishido says and wishes he'd kept on dreaming.
Shishido Ryoh tensed up as his friend, Ohtori Choutarou, leaned on his shoulder. The younger had been doing that a lot lately and it was confusing Shishido more and more. For the time being, he ignored the other and let him rest there and continued watching the TV. However, when Choutarou leaned in more and rested his head on Shishido’s shoulder, he had to ask.
“Choutarou? Why are you always leaning on me?”
Choutarou looked up, brows furrowed. “I’m sorry, Shishido-sempai,” he said and pulled away frowning.
Shishido sighed. “That’s not what I was asking, Choutarou.”
Choutarou blushed slightly. “I was…just tired, Shishido-sempai.”
Accepting the answer as the truth, Shishido went back to watching the TV screen. Before the scene changed, the phone rang. Shishido sat up and reached for it.
“Moshi moshi,” he said, watching Choutarou turn down the volume with the remote.
“Shishido-kun,” a female voice answered.
“Ah, Aoi. So, have you thought about it?”
Aoi was hesitant. “I don’t know, Shishido. I thought you were already going out with someone. I can’t go out with you until you break it off with them.”
Shishido cocked his head to the side. “I am? Where did you hear this from?”
“That friend of yours. Your partner from tennis.”
“Ohtori-kun?”
“Yeah, him. He said you were going out with someone already.”
Shishido glanced at said person for a second. “I don’t know what he’s talking about.”
Aoi sighed. “Then talk to him and tell me another day.”
Shishido hung up the phone and turned to Choutarou. "Ne, I was just talking to Aoi. She said that you told her I was going out with someone."
Choutarou blinked rapidly. "You're not going out with anyone?" he asked slowly. When Shishido shook his head, he put his face into his hands. "I...didn't know that. Sorry."
Shishido rested his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Hey, don't get yourself that worked up over it. It's not that bad. But, I'm curious...Who did you think I was going out with?"
Choutarou laughed sadly. "Me."
Shishido stared at him. "You? You thought I was going out with you?"
"We're not? I don't know what's going on anymore." Choutarou shrugged Shishido's hand off his shoulder.
“No, we’re not going out. Hell, I’m not even gay. And don’t you usually ask someone to go out with them before assuming?”
“That’s what I don’t get. I did ask you, Shishido-sempai. Remember that day that we had to work on that history project a while ago?”
Shishido thought back. He started when he found the date in his mind. “Ohtori, that was more than a year ago. And you never asked me if I wanted to go out with you.”
Choutarou flinched at the use of this last name. “I-I know it was more than a year ago. I haven’t had you in a class since then.” He drew in a large breath. “I asked you that day you came over to my house to work on the project. We left it for the last minute and I wanted to get it done so that you could get that class over with. We were up late working on it. The whole time I had been gathering up the courage to ask you. When we got it done, I asked you if you wanted to go out the me. You said, ‘Sure, where.’ We went to see that movie that you wanted to see three days later.”
“You were asking me to GO OUT with you. I thought you meant, like, hang out together. I didn’t realize what you were saying. You were kinda, mumbling and all.”
“I was embaressed.”
“I can see that now.” Shishido sat there and let the silence reign on. “Hell, Choutarou, so for the past, what, fifteen months, you’ve been thinking we were going out?”
Choutarou nodded, to worked up to talk.
“And that whole time, you never tried anything. Never tried to push our ‘relationship’.”
Choutarou laughed ironically. “I was giving you space. I wasn’t going to try anything. You were going to have to.”
“Ah, Choutarou-kun, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know, ne? If I did, I would have stopped this earlier.”
“It’s okay, Shishido-sempai. I’m rather glad that I had that time with you, regardless of whether or not it was real.”