Gin no Shunkan 2/?
Title: Gin no Shunkan
Author: samurai_jun
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shishido/Ootori
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, possible OOC, shounen-ai
Disclaimer: Not mine
Chapter 2- Hold
He squinted his eyes as sunlight shown through the curtains. It was morning already. Shishido Ryou groaned as he got out of bed. What a mess the room was! The bed sheets were tangled, clothes were strewn about, and the brunette had a feeling that he was going to have to clean it all up. Grabbing the loose clothes, he threw them into the laundry basket before untangling the messy sheets.
This was how his life was: to please. Pleasing his mother by becoming a chemistry major, pleasing his professors by being the top student in his classes, pleasing him with hot nights together, it was all the same. Sometimes Shishido wondered if he had any purpose in life other than to please others. It was tradition to not be selfish, but sometimes, the brunette couldn’t help but hope for something for himself.
Shishido heard the door to the apartment open. He finished untangling the sheets as a handsome college student walked into the bedroom. Arrogant hazel eyes eyed the bedroom before traveling towards Shishido. The brunette kept himself still as the student’s eyes trailed down his body.
“I’m back Shishido,” he said with a smirk.
“Where were you, Atobe?” Shishido asked, though deep down, he could care less where Atobe’s whereabouts been. He had a hunch where the business major was, anyway.
“Why? You miss me last night Shishido?” he asked with a smirk.
The brunette could feel his body heat rising. “In your wet dreams,” he growled as he threw on a shirt and jeans. “Come on, we have to go to class.”
“Don't worry,” Atobe said, “We’ve got plenty of time.”
“So where were you?” Shishido asked again this time calmer. “Were you with Jirou again?”
“Aa.”
Shishido sighed. He had heard about Jirou and Atobe as they were before, a normal college couple that had been dating for several months already. He also knew that Atobe had a reputation of dumping his dates within a week, but somehow, he stayed longer with Jirou. Even after Atobe went for Shishido, Jirou still didn’t seem to have the faintest clue. Shishido didn’t know how Jirou could put up with it if he did. If it were he, he would have thrown a ten-pound weight along with any other cutlery at Atobe before slamming the door in the arrogant student’s face.
“You realize that the guy probably knows and doesn’t want you over now?” he asked. “You’re cheating on him, so you should break up with him.”
“Jirou is special,” was all Atobe said before going to the bathroom.
“Yeah, and I wish that he was forever,” Shishido mumbled under his breath.
Shishido hated Atobe. The snobby rich kid always got what he wanted and he knew it. He had wanted Jirou, but got tired of him and went for Shishido. It was like everyone he dated was only mere play toys or temporary pets, and Shishido Ryou never let anyone treat him like a pet. He didn’t know why he even stuck around Atobe when he hated him more than hell, but Jirou… Jirou actually loved that conceited peacock.
Shishido had tried to figure out many times as to how Jirou could love Atobe. He knew that Jirou was a medical major that was either extremely sleepy or extremely cheerful and was hard not to like. Jirou was quite popular with both girls and boys, but he was head over heels for Atobe since forever. When Atobe asked him out, he was ecstatic. He had several theories such as Jirou’s cheerfulness might have made Atobe unconsciously let his guard down and reveal a new side to him, the side that he never showed. However, all of them were highly unlikely since Atobe never cared about anyone other than himself.
Deciding to leave without Atobe, Shishido grabbed his books and left the apartment the two of them shared. The apartment was small, only big enough for two people to live in, but it was comfortable. Jirou used to live here, until Atobe broke up with him. After that, he moved back into the dorms. After Atobe and Shishido started dating, Shishido moved in, and when Atobe was through with him, the next person will move in. It was a cycle that never ended, though everyone thought that Jirou would be the one to end it.
Shishido walked onto campus and checked his watch. He still had an entire period before class started. The first class had already started, so the campus was empty save a few people who also had a free period. Plopping down on a bench, he began to study his textbook memorizing formulas and chemical reactions. There was a test coming up next week and he had to be ready.
“So, have you gotten better on your backhand?”
“Not really, but my volleys have gotten better.”
The brunette looked up to see two tennis players walk by. Both of them seemed to be beginners based on how they asked each other on basics. Shishido’s sharp eyes watched them go. Tennis was once like a passion, but when he started living with Atobe, it became more like an escape. Once classes were done, Shishido would head for the nearby tennis courts and play against anyone available. It was an excuse for getting away from Atobe. Besides, he played tennis back in junior high.
As Shishido turned back to his textbook, he caught a glimpse of another college student watching the tennis players go. The student looked younger than he was, and judging by the sketchbook, an art major. Short, silver hair accompanied a pale face with chocolate brown eyes and a slender build. He was staring at where the tennis players were with a look that seemed as though someone had died on him a long time ago.
What’s eating him?
-X-
Classes went by fast for Shishido. Before he knew it, it was lunchtime. He ordered cafeteria food again and sat down at an empty table. Feeling hungry, he began devouring his food while studying his textbook. Atobe had a date with Jirou, so Shishido was alone for now. These times were special to him, especially since he often spent the night with the business major.
“Oi, Shishido… can I sit here?” The brunette looked up to see a short redhead holding a lunch bag.
“No, go sit somewhere else, Mukahi,” Shishido retorted. Mukahi simply shrugged and sat down across from him making Shishido feel even worse.
“What’s gotten you in a bad mood?” Mukahi asked.
“Do I need to tell you?” Shishido fired back.
“Let me guess, Atobe,” Mukahi said coldly.
“Bingo,” Shishido replied with equal coldness.
Mukahi Gakuto was another medical major that used to live in the dorms with him. He whined and complained a lot, but got his work done. Shishido considered the redhead lucky; Mukahi was living in an apartment now, though he heard that he lived there with someone, but the rumor was highly unlikely to be true. He hated romance as much as Shishido did. Although, he seemed to be close with a fellow medical major, Oshitari Yuushi.
Oshitari Yuushi, he heard, was deaf and mute. He was considered a tensai around campus because of the way that he always seemed to ace tests, despite his handicap. There were many rumors about him and Mukahi, but Shishido brushed them off as untrue. The only thing that actually seemed to be true was that Oshitari seemed to be deaf. He never talked, and when he wanted to, he either used charades or write down what he wants to say.
Shishido watched as a tall, handsome guy with dark-blue hair sat down next to Mukahi. Shishido instantly recognized him as Oshitari Yuushi. “What took you so long, Yuushi?” Oshitari used a weird pattern with his fingers. “You had a seminar?”
Shishido quirked an eyebrow. Weird combination…
-X-
After school, Shishido decided to head to the street tennis courts nearby. It was a place that he frequented often because there were always some good players. The courts themselves were good quality and always kept clean. In addition to several courts, there was also a wall where players could practice on if they didn’t want to challenge anyone. Shishido liked to use that wall more often, but today, he was hunting for some action.
He crossed the street and turned at the corner until he saw a set of stairs that he knew lead straight to the tennis courts. Shishido started hiking up the stairs his tennis bag slung over one shoulder. As he got near the top, he surveyed the area. There were quite a few players there today along with some spectators. Good, there was bound to be someone that was worth playing. He challenged a random guy and the two began to rally on the court.
“Good shots,” Shishido thought as he continued to rally, “but with my speed, I can get to any ball!”
Shishido dashed to the net and smashed the incoming lob. His opponent charged for it and hit it with a backhand, but the ball sailed out of bounds and towards a boy sitting on the bleachers deep in his thoughts.
“Watch out!” Shishido called.
The boy instantly looked up and caught the ball in his free hand. Shishido was impressed with how fast the boy’s reactions were in catching the ball and how calm he looked when he caught the ball. Still, he should check to make sure that he was all right.
Shishido walked up to the boy and asked, “Are you okay?” The boy nodded and tossed the ball back. “Watch your head next time,” was all Shishido said before going back to his game. However, he made a mental note to make sure that he didn’t hit any shots that could sail to the bleachers. It wouldn’t do any good if someone got injured because of a stray tennis ball.
TBC…
Author: samurai_jun
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shishido/Ootori
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, possible OOC, shounen-ai
Disclaimer: Not mine
Chapter 2- Hold
He squinted his eyes as sunlight shown through the curtains. It was morning already. Shishido Ryou groaned as he got out of bed. What a mess the room was! The bed sheets were tangled, clothes were strewn about, and the brunette had a feeling that he was going to have to clean it all up. Grabbing the loose clothes, he threw them into the laundry basket before untangling the messy sheets.
This was how his life was: to please. Pleasing his mother by becoming a chemistry major, pleasing his professors by being the top student in his classes, pleasing him with hot nights together, it was all the same. Sometimes Shishido wondered if he had any purpose in life other than to please others. It was tradition to not be selfish, but sometimes, the brunette couldn’t help but hope for something for himself.
Shishido heard the door to the apartment open. He finished untangling the sheets as a handsome college student walked into the bedroom. Arrogant hazel eyes eyed the bedroom before traveling towards Shishido. The brunette kept himself still as the student’s eyes trailed down his body.
“I’m back Shishido,” he said with a smirk.
“Where were you, Atobe?” Shishido asked, though deep down, he could care less where Atobe’s whereabouts been. He had a hunch where the business major was, anyway.
“Why? You miss me last night Shishido?” he asked with a smirk.
The brunette could feel his body heat rising. “In your wet dreams,” he growled as he threw on a shirt and jeans. “Come on, we have to go to class.”
“Don't worry,” Atobe said, “We’ve got plenty of time.”
“So where were you?” Shishido asked again this time calmer. “Were you with Jirou again?”
“Aa.”
Shishido sighed. He had heard about Jirou and Atobe as they were before, a normal college couple that had been dating for several months already. He also knew that Atobe had a reputation of dumping his dates within a week, but somehow, he stayed longer with Jirou. Even after Atobe went for Shishido, Jirou still didn’t seem to have the faintest clue. Shishido didn’t know how Jirou could put up with it if he did. If it were he, he would have thrown a ten-pound weight along with any other cutlery at Atobe before slamming the door in the arrogant student’s face.
“You realize that the guy probably knows and doesn’t want you over now?” he asked. “You’re cheating on him, so you should break up with him.”
“Jirou is special,” was all Atobe said before going to the bathroom.
“Yeah, and I wish that he was forever,” Shishido mumbled under his breath.
Shishido hated Atobe. The snobby rich kid always got what he wanted and he knew it. He had wanted Jirou, but got tired of him and went for Shishido. It was like everyone he dated was only mere play toys or temporary pets, and Shishido Ryou never let anyone treat him like a pet. He didn’t know why he even stuck around Atobe when he hated him more than hell, but Jirou… Jirou actually loved that conceited peacock.
Shishido had tried to figure out many times as to how Jirou could love Atobe. He knew that Jirou was a medical major that was either extremely sleepy or extremely cheerful and was hard not to like. Jirou was quite popular with both girls and boys, but he was head over heels for Atobe since forever. When Atobe asked him out, he was ecstatic. He had several theories such as Jirou’s cheerfulness might have made Atobe unconsciously let his guard down and reveal a new side to him, the side that he never showed. However, all of them were highly unlikely since Atobe never cared about anyone other than himself.
Deciding to leave without Atobe, Shishido grabbed his books and left the apartment the two of them shared. The apartment was small, only big enough for two people to live in, but it was comfortable. Jirou used to live here, until Atobe broke up with him. After that, he moved back into the dorms. After Atobe and Shishido started dating, Shishido moved in, and when Atobe was through with him, the next person will move in. It was a cycle that never ended, though everyone thought that Jirou would be the one to end it.
Shishido walked onto campus and checked his watch. He still had an entire period before class started. The first class had already started, so the campus was empty save a few people who also had a free period. Plopping down on a bench, he began to study his textbook memorizing formulas and chemical reactions. There was a test coming up next week and he had to be ready.
“So, have you gotten better on your backhand?”
“Not really, but my volleys have gotten better.”
The brunette looked up to see two tennis players walk by. Both of them seemed to be beginners based on how they asked each other on basics. Shishido’s sharp eyes watched them go. Tennis was once like a passion, but when he started living with Atobe, it became more like an escape. Once classes were done, Shishido would head for the nearby tennis courts and play against anyone available. It was an excuse for getting away from Atobe. Besides, he played tennis back in junior high.
As Shishido turned back to his textbook, he caught a glimpse of another college student watching the tennis players go. The student looked younger than he was, and judging by the sketchbook, an art major. Short, silver hair accompanied a pale face with chocolate brown eyes and a slender build. He was staring at where the tennis players were with a look that seemed as though someone had died on him a long time ago.
What’s eating him?
-X-
Classes went by fast for Shishido. Before he knew it, it was lunchtime. He ordered cafeteria food again and sat down at an empty table. Feeling hungry, he began devouring his food while studying his textbook. Atobe had a date with Jirou, so Shishido was alone for now. These times were special to him, especially since he often spent the night with the business major.
“Oi, Shishido… can I sit here?” The brunette looked up to see a short redhead holding a lunch bag.
“No, go sit somewhere else, Mukahi,” Shishido retorted. Mukahi simply shrugged and sat down across from him making Shishido feel even worse.
“What’s gotten you in a bad mood?” Mukahi asked.
“Do I need to tell you?” Shishido fired back.
“Let me guess, Atobe,” Mukahi said coldly.
“Bingo,” Shishido replied with equal coldness.
Mukahi Gakuto was another medical major that used to live in the dorms with him. He whined and complained a lot, but got his work done. Shishido considered the redhead lucky; Mukahi was living in an apartment now, though he heard that he lived there with someone, but the rumor was highly unlikely to be true. He hated romance as much as Shishido did. Although, he seemed to be close with a fellow medical major, Oshitari Yuushi.
Oshitari Yuushi, he heard, was deaf and mute. He was considered a tensai around campus because of the way that he always seemed to ace tests, despite his handicap. There were many rumors about him and Mukahi, but Shishido brushed them off as untrue. The only thing that actually seemed to be true was that Oshitari seemed to be deaf. He never talked, and when he wanted to, he either used charades or write down what he wants to say.
Shishido watched as a tall, handsome guy with dark-blue hair sat down next to Mukahi. Shishido instantly recognized him as Oshitari Yuushi. “What took you so long, Yuushi?” Oshitari used a weird pattern with his fingers. “You had a seminar?”
Shishido quirked an eyebrow. Weird combination…
-X-
After school, Shishido decided to head to the street tennis courts nearby. It was a place that he frequented often because there were always some good players. The courts themselves were good quality and always kept clean. In addition to several courts, there was also a wall where players could practice on if they didn’t want to challenge anyone. Shishido liked to use that wall more often, but today, he was hunting for some action.
He crossed the street and turned at the corner until he saw a set of stairs that he knew lead straight to the tennis courts. Shishido started hiking up the stairs his tennis bag slung over one shoulder. As he got near the top, he surveyed the area. There were quite a few players there today along with some spectators. Good, there was bound to be someone that was worth playing. He challenged a random guy and the two began to rally on the court.
“Good shots,” Shishido thought as he continued to rally, “but with my speed, I can get to any ball!”
Shishido dashed to the net and smashed the incoming lob. His opponent charged for it and hit it with a backhand, but the ball sailed out of bounds and towards a boy sitting on the bleachers deep in his thoughts.
“Watch out!” Shishido called.
The boy instantly looked up and caught the ball in his free hand. Shishido was impressed with how fast the boy’s reactions were in catching the ball and how calm he looked when he caught the ball. Still, he should check to make sure that he was all right.
Shishido walked up to the boy and asked, “Are you okay?” The boy nodded and tossed the ball back. “Watch your head next time,” was all Shishido said before going back to his game. However, he made a mental note to make sure that he didn’t hit any shots that could sail to the bleachers. It wouldn’t do any good if someone got injured because of a stray tennis ball.
TBC…