A Simple Gift - AtoRyo
A Simple Gift
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: AtoRyo
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The PoT boys don't belong to me, but I’m still negotiating.
Summary: Ryoma thinks he didn’t get Atobe a present, but Atobe thinks otherwise. Drabble!
Warning! Cute fluffiness(about as much as AtoRyo can be) and maybe a teensy moment where Atobe could be considered OoC. Just a teensy itty bitty moment though. I swear, :D
Fan Doujin
Wordcount: 293
Notes: Written for seasonalcrack’s 10 word challenge: Laughter
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A Simple Gift
Atobe approaches Echizen grandly on this most important of days in October. Of course it was his birthday. What day could be more important than the birth of his awe-inspiring self?
“Echizen, you know what day today is,” he says confidently.
“Che, like you’d let me forget,” Ryoma mutters, sticking his hands into his short pockets. “But I still didn’t get you anything.”
“Don’t mind that. I have a present for you.”
Ryoma blinks in surprise. “Me? But it’s your birthday.”
“Of course. Do you think I’d go out of my way to get you something on a less important day?”
Ryoma tries, and fails, to comprehend Atobe’s logic.
“Here.” Atobe holds out a small rectangular box tied in shiny ribbon.
Ryoma gingerly takes it, not sure what to expect from the unpredictable man. He slowly unties the ribbon, the long strand falling uncaringly to the floor. He lifts up the lid with care, squinting into the box’s depths.
“For God sakes, Echizen, it won’t bite.” Atobe states, sounding almost offended.
Ryoma just looks at him expressionlessly. “It’s a gift from you.”
Atobe doesn’t reply to the barb, a smile spreading on his face. “Just open it.”
And Ryoma does. He takes out the small stuffed monkey with a lopsided crown and starts to laugh. A loud honest laugh, his face open and unguarded.
Atobe smiles. Yes, it was difficult to order something that could be considered insulting to his pride, but honestly. For a moment seeing Echizen like this, in a rare fit of honest laughter, Atobe was man enough to lay down his pride and take what he considered the best present ever. And besides, it's not like anyone else would ever know.
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The End
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author’s rambles: This is what happens when I procrastinate. Sorry if anyone feels Atobe is a bit OoC at the end. ^^; I just thought it was such a cute idea I had to go through with it. Forgive me. I’ll have a better fic up in the next few days, promise.
Feedback equals food for the soul
11/3/06
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: AtoRyo
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The PoT boys don't belong to me, but I’m still negotiating.
Summary: Ryoma thinks he didn’t get Atobe a present, but Atobe thinks otherwise. Drabble!
Warning! Cute fluffiness(about as much as AtoRyo can be) and maybe a teensy moment where Atobe could be considered OoC. Just a teensy itty bitty moment though. I swear, :D
Fan Doujin
Wordcount: 293
Notes: Written for seasonalcrack’s 10 word challenge: Laughter
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A Simple Gift
Atobe approaches Echizen grandly on this most important of days in October. Of course it was his birthday. What day could be more important than the birth of his awe-inspiring self?
“Echizen, you know what day today is,” he says confidently.
“Che, like you’d let me forget,” Ryoma mutters, sticking his hands into his short pockets. “But I still didn’t get you anything.”
“Don’t mind that. I have a present for you.”
Ryoma blinks in surprise. “Me? But it’s your birthday.”
“Of course. Do you think I’d go out of my way to get you something on a less important day?”
Ryoma tries, and fails, to comprehend Atobe’s logic.
“Here.” Atobe holds out a small rectangular box tied in shiny ribbon.
Ryoma gingerly takes it, not sure what to expect from the unpredictable man. He slowly unties the ribbon, the long strand falling uncaringly to the floor. He lifts up the lid with care, squinting into the box’s depths.
“For God sakes, Echizen, it won’t bite.” Atobe states, sounding almost offended.
Ryoma just looks at him expressionlessly. “It’s a gift from you.”
Atobe doesn’t reply to the barb, a smile spreading on his face. “Just open it.”
And Ryoma does. He takes out the small stuffed monkey with a lopsided crown and starts to laugh. A loud honest laugh, his face open and unguarded.
Atobe smiles. Yes, it was difficult to order something that could be considered insulting to his pride, but honestly. For a moment seeing Echizen like this, in a rare fit of honest laughter, Atobe was man enough to lay down his pride and take what he considered the best present ever. And besides, it's not like anyone else would ever know.
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The End
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author’s rambles: This is what happens when I procrastinate. Sorry if anyone feels Atobe is a bit OoC at the end. ^^; I just thought it was such a cute idea I had to go through with it. Forgive me. I’ll have a better fic up in the next few days, promise.
Feedback equals food for the soul
11/3/06