Prince of Tennis: Drabble Collection
Okay. So. Too complicated/space-consuming to give each drabble its own post. Therefore. This is The Drabble Post. It will be edited each time I write. :DDD
Data; Yagyuu & Niou; G. Prompt: "I know all your data."
"I know all your data," Niou intones seriously, and then completely ruins the effect by smirking and winking over the tops of Yagyuu's glasses.
Yagyuu blinks blindly at him for a moment, and then resumes flipping through his textbook.
"Is that supposed to be a pick-up line?" he asks, squinting at a page.
Niou grins. "Would you fall for it?"
Yagyuu seems to think about this. "I'm not Yanagi," he says then. "And neither are you."
"I know more of your data than he does," Niou scoffs, and pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"That may be," replies Yagyuu absently, shrugging a shoulder and still squinting at the letters. "And if it is, you'll know that I would like my glasses back, Niou-kun."
Twenty-Four; Akaya & Yukimura; G. Prompt: Twenty-Four, by Switchfoot.
There are twenty-four reasons. Twenty-four reasons, and Akaya ticks them off every night as he lies in bed, trying to fall asleep.
Well. Not every night, because sometimes, there are those really sucky, grueling days that take the life out of him, and he falls into bed and goes to sleep without counting off the twenty-four things or doing homework or anything.
But most nights he does, even if he doesn't always get to reason twenty-four.
Because there are twenty-four reasons why Akaya works as hard at tennis as he does; but no matter how many times he counts, Yukimura is always number one.
Kings; Akaya; G. Prompt: Spring.
It is spring.
Spring, warm and just a little windy, with blooming flowers and falling sakura petals and starting school and all that.
Kirihara is late to the first day of class, and his homeroom teacher scolds him, asks him where the hell he's been, and doesn't he know that this is the most important year of his junior high school career? Doesn't he want to get it off to a good start?
And Kirihara just grins his old, crazy, cheerful grin, and says that he fell asleep under that tree over there, see, Sensei? 'Cause it's spring and you can't spend spring indoors! That's just stupid.
And Sensei just sighs and thinks, Why do they call him a devil? He's just a kid, before he assigns Kirihara a seat in the back, by the window.
Kirihara plops into the chair and throws his bag under the desk and stares out the window, at the high school across the way, thinking about how good and cool and picturesque-like the three of them had looked as they walked into the high school, confident and proud in a way no incoming freshman had a right to be.
Like kings, Akaya thinks, and tries to forget about how he misses them already.
Akaya, Sanada, Yanagi; G. Prompt: Zombies (aldkfhajkshd OMFG.)
"But they're real!" Akaya insists petulantly, frantically. "They're real, and they're gonna come and get you -- get US! And -- and -- YOU HAVE TO HELP ME or they'll suck our brains out our ears using straws and -- and -- !"
Sanada pinches the bridge of his nose as Kirihara lapses into incoherent noises of excited panic and horror.
"Renji," he mutters to the boy on his left. "Don't you dare take him to another horror movie. Ever. Again."
Yanagi merely smiles placidly and doesn't answer.
Tezuka, Echizen; G. Prompt: Fighting.
Fighting with Echizen is like having sunburnt fingertips: you either have to be patient and suffer through the agonizing irritation of letting it get better naturally, or else you have to attack it with your teeth, and even that is hard.
Tezuka, being Tezuka, usually takes that first way out. And it does usually work, little by little.
But then, Tezuka, also being human, doesn’t always have infinite patience, particularly when it comes to petty little barbed comments that Echizen uses to provoke him.
Tezuka has learned that polite, covert snipes get to Echizen the most.
Yanagi, Yukimura; G. Prompt: "That is enough for forever." (written for bouncy's birthday! ♥)
Seiichi can feel his muscles stretch and burn with every movement by now, and to him it feels like the most wonderful thing in the world.
"Again," he orders, and Yanagi complies, taking a ball from the basket beside him and serving neatly to Yukimura's left side. No protests. No worries. Just Yanagi as he has always been, casual and quiet.
And this is why it's Renji that Seiichi chose to practice with, alone in the early evening three weeks after the operation, instead of Sanada or Kirihara or Yagyuu or any of the others, who would fuss over him and give him those looks.
It's Renji that he chose because they are best friends, and Renji doesn't have any illusions or expectations or doubts about him. And while Renji doesn't know everything about everything (contrary to popular belief), he knows everything about Seiichi, and that is enough for now.
That is enough for forever.
Data; Yagyuu & Niou; G. Prompt: "I know all your data."
"I know all your data," Niou intones seriously, and then completely ruins the effect by smirking and winking over the tops of Yagyuu's glasses.
Yagyuu blinks blindly at him for a moment, and then resumes flipping through his textbook.
"Is that supposed to be a pick-up line?" he asks, squinting at a page.
Niou grins. "Would you fall for it?"
Yagyuu seems to think about this. "I'm not Yanagi," he says then. "And neither are you."
"I know more of your data than he does," Niou scoffs, and pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"That may be," replies Yagyuu absently, shrugging a shoulder and still squinting at the letters. "And if it is, you'll know that I would like my glasses back, Niou-kun."
Twenty-Four; Akaya & Yukimura; G. Prompt: Twenty-Four, by Switchfoot.
There are twenty-four reasons. Twenty-four reasons, and Akaya ticks them off every night as he lies in bed, trying to fall asleep.
Well. Not every night, because sometimes, there are those really sucky, grueling days that take the life out of him, and he falls into bed and goes to sleep without counting off the twenty-four things or doing homework or anything.
But most nights he does, even if he doesn't always get to reason twenty-four.
Because there are twenty-four reasons why Akaya works as hard at tennis as he does; but no matter how many times he counts, Yukimura is always number one.
Kings; Akaya; G. Prompt: Spring.
It is spring.
Spring, warm and just a little windy, with blooming flowers and falling sakura petals and starting school and all that.
Kirihara is late to the first day of class, and his homeroom teacher scolds him, asks him where the hell he's been, and doesn't he know that this is the most important year of his junior high school career? Doesn't he want to get it off to a good start?
And Kirihara just grins his old, crazy, cheerful grin, and says that he fell asleep under that tree over there, see, Sensei? 'Cause it's spring and you can't spend spring indoors! That's just stupid.
And Sensei just sighs and thinks, Why do they call him a devil? He's just a kid, before he assigns Kirihara a seat in the back, by the window.
Kirihara plops into the chair and throws his bag under the desk and stares out the window, at the high school across the way, thinking about how good and cool and picturesque-like the three of them had looked as they walked into the high school, confident and proud in a way no incoming freshman had a right to be.
Like kings, Akaya thinks, and tries to forget about how he misses them already.
Akaya, Sanada, Yanagi; G. Prompt: Zombies (aldkfhajkshd OMFG.)
"But they're real!" Akaya insists petulantly, frantically. "They're real, and they're gonna come and get you -- get US! And -- and -- YOU HAVE TO HELP ME or they'll suck our brains out our ears using straws and -- and -- !"
Sanada pinches the bridge of his nose as Kirihara lapses into incoherent noises of excited panic and horror.
"Renji," he mutters to the boy on his left. "Don't you dare take him to another horror movie. Ever. Again."
Yanagi merely smiles placidly and doesn't answer.
Tezuka, Echizen; G. Prompt: Fighting.
Fighting with Echizen is like having sunburnt fingertips: you either have to be patient and suffer through the agonizing irritation of letting it get better naturally, or else you have to attack it with your teeth, and even that is hard.
Tezuka, being Tezuka, usually takes that first way out. And it does usually work, little by little.
But then, Tezuka, also being human, doesn’t always have infinite patience, particularly when it comes to petty little barbed comments that Echizen uses to provoke him.
Tezuka has learned that polite, covert snipes get to Echizen the most.
Yanagi, Yukimura; G. Prompt: "That is enough for forever." (written for bouncy's birthday! ♥)
Seiichi can feel his muscles stretch and burn with every movement by now, and to him it feels like the most wonderful thing in the world.
"Again," he orders, and Yanagi complies, taking a ball from the basket beside him and serving neatly to Yukimura's left side. No protests. No worries. Just Yanagi as he has always been, casual and quiet.
And this is why it's Renji that Seiichi chose to practice with, alone in the early evening three weeks after the operation, instead of Sanada or Kirihara or Yagyuu or any of the others, who would fuss over him and give him those looks.
It's Renji that he chose because they are best friends, and Renji doesn't have any illusions or expectations or doubts about him. And while Renji doesn't know everything about everything (contrary to popular belief), he knows everything about Seiichi, and that is enough for now.
That is enough for forever.