Happy DAGAF Day!
So. This was supposed to be for Valentine's Day, but. I only wrote it /on/ Valentine's Day during history and physics class (>.<**), and didn't finish typing it in time. So, I said, "Well, tomorrow is Lupercalia; I will just call it a Lupercalia fic."
But. Then. I decided that the last line was too much corn. (I know, I know, there is no such thing as 'too much corn' in PoT, but. Seriously.) So I spent about a million hours trying to fix it, and then it was no longer Lupercalia. And Mellow wept like a child.
(Wept is a really strange word.)
Anyway. So, I looked up 'obscure holidays' and, lo and behold, February 16th is Do A Grouch A Favor Day! HOW APPROPRIATE.
Except not.
But. Yeah. Here is a Two-Days-After-Valentine's-Day/DAGAF-Day present for my latest fandom fling, the Prince of Tennis.
And. Heh. I never did get around to finding that perfect last line. You guys are just going to have to withstand... the MEGACORN. *dun dun dahh*
Woah. This is the first actual PoTfic I've posted!
Title: Minty Fresh (If it's going to be corn, I might as well go all out >.<)
Author: Mellow
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairings: Oishi/Eiji
Rating: G
Genre: Squee/Cute. Really, that's all
Word Count: 550 - so short!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Obviously.
Notes: In writing this fic, I have been delighted to discover that the Golden Pair are some of the most writable fandom-characters I have ever worked with. Not to say that this fic is anything special, but. I was able to focus more on the words than the characterization, and. that is such a relief. They are so easy/nice to write... YAY.
Oh, and. this is for jazzyjello, who made me watch PoT. This is her fault. *huggles jazcookie* Happy DAGAF-Day, Jazzy! XXD
Eiji always has to have Oishi with him when he buys new toothpaste. Only Oishi seems to know how to help him through that interminable dilemma, when he stands before the shelves and shelves of colorful bottles and tubes bellowing such enticing clarion calls as “NEW FLAVOR” and “EVEN MORE MINTY FRESH” and “TARTAR CONTROL”
His favorite is strawberry mint. He knows that. But there is always something new, some flavor or brand that he’s never seen before and the tube is SO PRETTY and the color is SO BRIGHT and if he’s alone, he just freezes up and he might stand there for hours, completely helpless in the face of such an important choice.
He tries taking Fuji with him, thinking that Fuji, as his official best friend, would know him well enough to help him through this quandary. But Fuji just smiles that ubiquitous smile and says, “Just pick the one that you want the most, Eiji. You can always switch next time you run out,” because he doesn’t understand this, but he does know how quickly Eiji goes through tubes of toothpaste. And Eiji ends up leaving the supermarket empty-handed, vowing to return the next day with a solution - and Oishi.
Another time, Echizen accompanies him and, as even Eiji could have predicted, the freshman is even less help. Three minutes into Eiji’s distressed rumination, his favorite kouhai disappears down another aisle. Twenty minutes later, Eiji finds him sitting on the filthy supermarket floor, reading tennis magazines and sipping from a can of Ponta that Eiji was sure he hadn’t been holding when they arrived.
Oishi is the only one who knows how to help Eiji make this decision. Together, they line up the myriad candidates on the linoleum floor of the aisle and dismiss them one by one, until the competition is narrowed down to a final pair: strawberry mint, invariably, and whatever dark horse has sidled into the race that month. Then Eiji finds the money his parents have given him for this purpose, and he and Oishi both empty their pockets and invariably scrape together just enough to purchase both flavors. (And if Eiji suspects that Oishi brings money specifically for this, he says nothing, accepting the gift for what it is and treasuring it just a little more for the premeditation behind it.)
They go to Eiji’s house and hole up in the bathroom that he shares with his brothers, and Eiji brushes his teeth with each of the contenders at least a dozen times, pausing occasionally to proclaim the merits and shortcomings of each through a mouth overflowing with minty suds.
Sometimes, when he cannot choose, he bounces over to where Oishi is perched on the rim of the bathtub and sigh forcefully into his face before demanding his opinion. Oishi always turns a funny and inexplicably adorable shade of pink and stutters some barely-comprehensible answer. Perhaps Eiji employs this method more often than is truly necessary, just to see Oishi’s reaction.
In the end, they always stick with the strawberry mint. It never occurs to them to skip the whole mess and just buy the strawberry mint in the first place - or, if it does, they never mention it to the other.
To each, the ‘wasted’ hours are completely worth it.
But. Then. I decided that the last line was too much corn. (I know, I know, there is no such thing as 'too much corn' in PoT, but. Seriously.) So I spent about a million hours trying to fix it, and then it was no longer Lupercalia. And Mellow wept like a child.
(Wept is a really strange word.)
Anyway. So, I looked up 'obscure holidays' and, lo and behold, February 16th is Do A Grouch A Favor Day! HOW APPROPRIATE.
Except not.
But. Yeah. Here is a Two-Days-After-Valentine's-Day/DAGAF-Day present for my latest fandom fling, the Prince of Tennis.
And. Heh. I never did get around to finding that perfect last line. You guys are just going to have to withstand... the MEGACORN. *dun dun dahh*
Woah. This is the first actual PoTfic I've posted!
Title: Minty Fresh (If it's going to be corn, I might as well go all out >.<)
Author: Mellow
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairings: Oishi/Eiji
Rating: G
Genre: Squee/Cute. Really, that's all
Word Count: 550 - so short!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Obviously.
Notes: In writing this fic, I have been delighted to discover that the Golden Pair are some of the most writable fandom-characters I have ever worked with. Not to say that this fic is anything special, but. I was able to focus more on the words than the characterization, and. that is such a relief. They are so easy/nice to write... YAY.
Oh, and. this is for jazzyjello, who made me watch PoT. This is her fault. *huggles jazcookie* Happy DAGAF-Day, Jazzy! XXD
Eiji always has to have Oishi with him when he buys new toothpaste. Only Oishi seems to know how to help him through that interminable dilemma, when he stands before the shelves and shelves of colorful bottles and tubes bellowing such enticing clarion calls as “NEW FLAVOR” and “EVEN MORE MINTY FRESH” and “TARTAR CONTROL”
His favorite is strawberry mint. He knows that. But there is always something new, some flavor or brand that he’s never seen before and the tube is SO PRETTY and the color is SO BRIGHT and if he’s alone, he just freezes up and he might stand there for hours, completely helpless in the face of such an important choice.
He tries taking Fuji with him, thinking that Fuji, as his official best friend, would know him well enough to help him through this quandary. But Fuji just smiles that ubiquitous smile and says, “Just pick the one that you want the most, Eiji. You can always switch next time you run out,” because he doesn’t understand this, but he does know how quickly Eiji goes through tubes of toothpaste. And Eiji ends up leaving the supermarket empty-handed, vowing to return the next day with a solution - and Oishi.
Another time, Echizen accompanies him and, as even Eiji could have predicted, the freshman is even less help. Three minutes into Eiji’s distressed rumination, his favorite kouhai disappears down another aisle. Twenty minutes later, Eiji finds him sitting on the filthy supermarket floor, reading tennis magazines and sipping from a can of Ponta that Eiji was sure he hadn’t been holding when they arrived.
Oishi is the only one who knows how to help Eiji make this decision. Together, they line up the myriad candidates on the linoleum floor of the aisle and dismiss them one by one, until the competition is narrowed down to a final pair: strawberry mint, invariably, and whatever dark horse has sidled into the race that month. Then Eiji finds the money his parents have given him for this purpose, and he and Oishi both empty their pockets and invariably scrape together just enough to purchase both flavors. (And if Eiji suspects that Oishi brings money specifically for this, he says nothing, accepting the gift for what it is and treasuring it just a little more for the premeditation behind it.)
They go to Eiji’s house and hole up in the bathroom that he shares with his brothers, and Eiji brushes his teeth with each of the contenders at least a dozen times, pausing occasionally to proclaim the merits and shortcomings of each through a mouth overflowing with minty suds.
Sometimes, when he cannot choose, he bounces over to where Oishi is perched on the rim of the bathtub and sigh forcefully into his face before demanding his opinion. Oishi always turns a funny and inexplicably adorable shade of pink and stutters some barely-comprehensible answer. Perhaps Eiji employs this method more often than is truly necessary, just to see Oishi’s reaction.
In the end, they always stick with the strawberry mint. It never occurs to them to skip the whole mess and just buy the strawberry mint in the first place - or, if it does, they never mention it to the other.
To each, the ‘wasted’ hours are completely worth it.