Gin no Shunkan 3/?
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 3- Infatuation
Ootori continued watching in fascination as the brunette rallied against his opponent. He had long since finished his sketch of the tennis match, but somehow, the brunette intrigued Ootori enough for him to stay and watch the match. The way he moved when he hit a forehand seemed like something Ootori could also have drawn. It was a kind of grace that he wished he possessed.
Judging by the boy’s looks, Ootori guessed that the brunette was around his age, maybe a little older than he was. The brunette had long, brown hair pulled in a ponytail and a slender build. He seems to be the type to be loved by guys and girls, a trait that would either please him or annoy him. Ootori guessed it was the latter.
Flipping to another page, Ootori pointed his pencil at the paper ready to draw another picture. He watched the match for the perfect moment to draw. His eyes followed the brunette as he dashed to the corner of the court and hit the match point. Ootori’s quick mind recorded every detail in the moment and he started drawing a stick figure as a basis of the sketch. Keeping one eye on the brunette, he worked his way out from there adding in details.
He was so caught up in his drawing that he didn’t notice that his model was standing in front of him until he looked up again. Ootori quickly said, “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” the other replied in a gruff tone. “At least you were drawing me in tennis not me in nude.”
The silver-haired student could feel his face heat up from embarrassment. “Do you mind?” he asked timidly.
“Of course not,” the brunette replied taking a seat next to Ootori. He peered over Ootori’s shoulder and looked at the unfinished sketch. “You can remember things that happen that fast?” he asked in disbelief.
“Well I guess,” Ootori said sheepishly not used to getting compliments like this.
“That’s cool. Are you an art major?”
“Yes, my name is Ootori Choutarou,” Ootori said holding out his hand.
“Shishido Ryou,” the brunette replied shaking his hand. “Chemistry major.”
“Nice to meet you, Shishido-san,” Ootori said politely.
“Likewise,” the brunette replied nodding his head.
There was a long silence between the two as Ootori continued to finish up his second sketch while Shishido was watching. The silver-haired student kept the moment firmly in his mind as he continued drawing. He got the details down on the stick figure he started out with, and within a few minutes, the sketch was finished. It looked better compared to the first sketch.
“You draw quite well,” Shishido said in awe. “And at least you draw decent stuff,” he added under his breath with a frown, but Ootori caught it.
“Eh? Are you asked by a lot of art majors to do paintings?” he asked too impulsively. He received a glare from Shishido that looked as though he was going to kill him for asking that. “Aa, sorry, I said too much.”
Shishido’s expression softened slightly. “Whatever, you’re right,” he said with a shrug. Eh? “I have been asked by several of your classmates, but I turned them all down.”
“Why?”
“Because they wanted me to do nude paintings,” Shishido replied flatly.
“Oh,” Ootori replied his face heating up. Shishido-san must be popular if several of my classmates asked him to do nude paintings. “You must be popular.”
Shishido shrugged. “Not really. Atobe’s more popular.”
“Atobe?” Ootori asked now confused.
“What? You mean you don’t know who Atobe Keigo is!?” Shishido said in disbelief.
“No, should I?”
“Atobe Keigo is a business major that has a large percentage of the female and male population screaming,” Shishido explained. “I have a hunch that at least half your class asked him to do paintings as well. Unlike me, though, he’ll do it if the artist is good. Still, he has high standards, so he gives out plenty of rejections as well. In my opinion, though, he’s an arrogant peacock that always gets what he wants.”
“I see…”
“Anyway, how come you’re at the tennis courts if you’re not going to play?” Shishido asked.
“Aa, I just came here to find something to sketch,” Ootori replied. “I’ve been working on a painting for a month now, and I have to get back into sketching.”
“Can I see your sketches?”
“Eh? Aa… okay.”
Ootori handed Shishido his sketchbook and watched as the beautiful brunette began leafing through looking at every sketch he ever did. He fiddled with his cross necklace nervously. Every time, someone else looked at his sketches, he got nervous in thinking that he was going to get a criticism. He was a perfectionist when it came to art.
“You know, I’m quite a critic when it comes to art,” Shishido said simply, “but in my opinion, these are actually not bad at all.”
Ootori could feel his face heat up again. “R-really, Shishido-san?”
“Yeah, they’re not bad,” Shishido replied with a grin. “The ones you did of me are nice.”
“Aa, thank you.”
“Do you like to draw tennis?”
“Not necessarily. I draw what I think fits my emotions.”
Shishido flipped back to another page and his sharp eyes widened. Ootori glanced at the brunette. “I-Is something wrong?” he asked.
Shishido instantly snapped out of it. “No, but I find this sketch particularly interesting.”
Ootori leaned over to look. He smiled. He found that particular sketch quite romantic. Although it was two males, they both seemed to be happy to be together. The shorter one was bouncing along holding the hand of the taller one. He didn’t seem to have care in the world as he skipped along. The taller one, on the other hand, seemed to have an aura of arrogance, but it seemed suppressed when he was around the other boy. His eyes held a feeling of authority, but at the same time, it also showed kindness. It was a sweet sketch that he did a few months ago.
“I saw those two on campus,” Ootori explained. “They looked so sweet together, so I decided to sketch them.”
“Actually, I know those two,” Shishido said quietly.
“Really? Who are they?” Ootori asked. He had always wondered who those two were after he finished the sketch.
“Atobe Keigo and Akutagawa Jirou.”
“Eh? You mean the popular guy you were talking about earlier is dating!?”
“Yeah, those two have been dating for several months, but lately, they seem to be on the verge of breaking up. It’s a pity, really, because Jirou dated Atobe longer than most people. I always thought that they were going to last.”
“Really? That’s too bad. In my sketch, they look like they’re happy to be together,” Ootori said staring at the sketch. I suppose, like me, their happiness only lasted for a time.
“Say, tomorrow, do you want to sit next to me at lunch?” Shishido asked.
“Eh?” Ootori asked confused. “Why?”
“Well, I don’t know,” Shishido said nervously. “I normally don’t sit next to anyone, so I was wondering if you would.”
Ootori looked at Shishido with wide eyes. He didn’t sit next to anyone either. After he found out that he was going to die, he began to isolate himself in fear of hurting more people if they got too close to him. In turn, people began to isolate him. It was painful, but Ootori didn’t want to hurt more people than he should. And yet, Shishido was asking him to be close to him.
“Okay, I’ll sit next to you at lunch,” Ootori said with a smile. It couldn’t hurt too much, right?
Shishido gave him a small smile that seemed to thank him. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said getting up to leave.
“Ja,” Ootori replied waving good-bye. As he watched the brunette leave, Ootori smiled. Maybe, for once, I can do something for myself.
TBC…
Author: samurai_jun
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shishido/Ootori
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, possible OOC, shounen-ai
Disclaimer: Not mine
Chapter 3- Infatuation
Ootori continued watching in fascination as the brunette rallied against his opponent. He had long since finished his sketch of the tennis match, but somehow, the brunette intrigued Ootori enough for him to stay and watch the match. The way he moved when he hit a forehand seemed like something Ootori could also have drawn. It was a kind of grace that he wished he possessed.
Judging by the boy’s looks, Ootori guessed that the brunette was around his age, maybe a little older than he was. The brunette had long, brown hair pulled in a ponytail and a slender build. He seems to be the type to be loved by guys and girls, a trait that would either please him or annoy him. Ootori guessed it was the latter.
Flipping to another page, Ootori pointed his pencil at the paper ready to draw another picture. He watched the match for the perfect moment to draw. His eyes followed the brunette as he dashed to the corner of the court and hit the match point. Ootori’s quick mind recorded every detail in the moment and he started drawing a stick figure as a basis of the sketch. Keeping one eye on the brunette, he worked his way out from there adding in details.
He was so caught up in his drawing that he didn’t notice that his model was standing in front of him until he looked up again. Ootori quickly said, “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” the other replied in a gruff tone. “At least you were drawing me in tennis not me in nude.”
The silver-haired student could feel his face heat up from embarrassment. “Do you mind?” he asked timidly.
“Of course not,” the brunette replied taking a seat next to Ootori. He peered over Ootori’s shoulder and looked at the unfinished sketch. “You can remember things that happen that fast?” he asked in disbelief.
“Well I guess,” Ootori said sheepishly not used to getting compliments like this.
“That’s cool. Are you an art major?”
“Yes, my name is Ootori Choutarou,” Ootori said holding out his hand.
“Shishido Ryou,” the brunette replied shaking his hand. “Chemistry major.”
“Nice to meet you, Shishido-san,” Ootori said politely.
“Likewise,” the brunette replied nodding his head.
There was a long silence between the two as Ootori continued to finish up his second sketch while Shishido was watching. The silver-haired student kept the moment firmly in his mind as he continued drawing. He got the details down on the stick figure he started out with, and within a few minutes, the sketch was finished. It looked better compared to the first sketch.
“You draw quite well,” Shishido said in awe. “And at least you draw decent stuff,” he added under his breath with a frown, but Ootori caught it.
“Eh? Are you asked by a lot of art majors to do paintings?” he asked too impulsively. He received a glare from Shishido that looked as though he was going to kill him for asking that. “Aa, sorry, I said too much.”
Shishido’s expression softened slightly. “Whatever, you’re right,” he said with a shrug. Eh? “I have been asked by several of your classmates, but I turned them all down.”
“Why?”
“Because they wanted me to do nude paintings,” Shishido replied flatly.
“Oh,” Ootori replied his face heating up. Shishido-san must be popular if several of my classmates asked him to do nude paintings. “You must be popular.”
Shishido shrugged. “Not really. Atobe’s more popular.”
“Atobe?” Ootori asked now confused.
“What? You mean you don’t know who Atobe Keigo is!?” Shishido said in disbelief.
“No, should I?”
“Atobe Keigo is a business major that has a large percentage of the female and male population screaming,” Shishido explained. “I have a hunch that at least half your class asked him to do paintings as well. Unlike me, though, he’ll do it if the artist is good. Still, he has high standards, so he gives out plenty of rejections as well. In my opinion, though, he’s an arrogant peacock that always gets what he wants.”
“I see…”
“Anyway, how come you’re at the tennis courts if you’re not going to play?” Shishido asked.
“Aa, I just came here to find something to sketch,” Ootori replied. “I’ve been working on a painting for a month now, and I have to get back into sketching.”
“Can I see your sketches?”
“Eh? Aa… okay.”
Ootori handed Shishido his sketchbook and watched as the beautiful brunette began leafing through looking at every sketch he ever did. He fiddled with his cross necklace nervously. Every time, someone else looked at his sketches, he got nervous in thinking that he was going to get a criticism. He was a perfectionist when it came to art.
“You know, I’m quite a critic when it comes to art,” Shishido said simply, “but in my opinion, these are actually not bad at all.”
Ootori could feel his face heat up again. “R-really, Shishido-san?”
“Yeah, they’re not bad,” Shishido replied with a grin. “The ones you did of me are nice.”
“Aa, thank you.”
“Do you like to draw tennis?”
“Not necessarily. I draw what I think fits my emotions.”
Shishido flipped back to another page and his sharp eyes widened. Ootori glanced at the brunette. “I-Is something wrong?” he asked.
Shishido instantly snapped out of it. “No, but I find this sketch particularly interesting.”
Ootori leaned over to look. He smiled. He found that particular sketch quite romantic. Although it was two males, they both seemed to be happy to be together. The shorter one was bouncing along holding the hand of the taller one. He didn’t seem to have care in the world as he skipped along. The taller one, on the other hand, seemed to have an aura of arrogance, but it seemed suppressed when he was around the other boy. His eyes held a feeling of authority, but at the same time, it also showed kindness. It was a sweet sketch that he did a few months ago.
“I saw those two on campus,” Ootori explained. “They looked so sweet together, so I decided to sketch them.”
“Actually, I know those two,” Shishido said quietly.
“Really? Who are they?” Ootori asked. He had always wondered who those two were after he finished the sketch.
“Atobe Keigo and Akutagawa Jirou.”
“Eh? You mean the popular guy you were talking about earlier is dating!?”
“Yeah, those two have been dating for several months, but lately, they seem to be on the verge of breaking up. It’s a pity, really, because Jirou dated Atobe longer than most people. I always thought that they were going to last.”
“Really? That’s too bad. In my sketch, they look like they’re happy to be together,” Ootori said staring at the sketch. I suppose, like me, their happiness only lasted for a time.
“Say, tomorrow, do you want to sit next to me at lunch?” Shishido asked.
“Eh?” Ootori asked confused. “Why?”
“Well, I don’t know,” Shishido said nervously. “I normally don’t sit next to anyone, so I was wondering if you would.”
Ootori looked at Shishido with wide eyes. He didn’t sit next to anyone either. After he found out that he was going to die, he began to isolate himself in fear of hurting more people if they got too close to him. In turn, people began to isolate him. It was painful, but Ootori didn’t want to hurt more people than he should. And yet, Shishido was asking him to be close to him.
“Okay, I’ll sit next to you at lunch,” Ootori said with a smile. It couldn’t hurt too much, right?
Shishido gave him a small smile that seemed to thank him. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said getting up to leave.
“Ja,” Ootori replied waving good-bye. As he watched the brunette leave, Ootori smiled. Maybe, for once, I can do something for myself.
TBC…