PoT: Operation Get Back Ohtori teaser (Ohtori/Shishido)
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Humor
Pairings: Ohtori/Shishido
Summary: Ohtori transfers to St. Rudolph. That's just not going to fly. My excuse to write a Hyotei-St. Rudy fic. ^_^
Drama was common in the Hyotei Gakuen tennis club and none excelled at attracting it more than Shishido Ryoh. He went through an earth-shattering crisis every week, whether it was being kicked off the regulars, chopping off his hair, or finding out that Atobe had edged his way ahead of him in the day's most desirable bishounen poll.
But still, all of that was at the low end of the unbearableness scale in comparison to the current crisis. He couldn't believe it. Choutaroh, his partner, friend, and more recently the subject of his wet dreams, was transferring to another school! That would mean no more bumping into each other in the halls, no more late night practices, no more friendly towel snaps in the locker room.
Shishido's life was coming to an end. He was sure of it.
"But why now? Why not wait until the year's over?" Gakuto asked, snuggling up against Oshitari and using the taller boy's chest for a pillow.
Choutaroh shrugged, making a face. "Believe me, I'm not happy about it either. But my parents are adamant about the decision. They only let me come here because of the tennis team's reputation..." Another shrug. "Since Hyotei's out of the tournament, they don't see any point in me staying around."
"So they're sending you to Catholic school."
"Yes."
"To St. Rudolph."
"Yes."
"But they suck!" Atobe said in complete disbelief, as if Choutaroh's parents were absolutely mad in using a basis other than tennis in deciding where to send their son for his education. "You would leave ORE-SAMA's team to join THEIRS? We totally slaughtered them at the consolation match. Na, Kabaji, Jiroh?"
"Usu."
"Zzzzz."
"My father was an alum," Choutaroh mumbled, clearly miserable.
"The tennis club won't be the same without you," Oshitari said gravely. "But if your parents made up their minds..."
"They did. They already finished the paperwork so today's my last day."
Shishido felt like throwing himself on the ground and wailing but his mother had been very clear about keeping his slacks mud-free after the last groveling fit he had. So he sulked instead, deciding that he hated Choutaroh's parents and he hated St. Rudolph. Stupid snobby all-boys' school with their dorm full of tempting horny gay teenagers! Oh yes, Shishido knew what really went on in the minds of those seemingly polite, well-behaved, goody-goody students. Sex, sex, and more gay sex.
After all, what normal boy at the age of puberty would voluntarily give up having his own room, homemade meals and free housekeeping services from his mom to attend a strict Catholic school with a second-rate tennis team and not a girl in sight? It was all too suspicious; poor innocent Choutaroh would no doubt become a prime target for their perverted yaoi fantasies and where would that leave Shishido? Alone and Choutaroh-less, that's where.
"Shishido-san, can I speak to you in private?"
"Uh... sure," Shishido agreed.
The two left the others behind, stopping only when they had gotten to a deserted area between two buildings.
Choutaroh was looking at him with those soft brown eyes, silently pleading for understanding. "Shishido-san, I'm sorry."
"For what?" Shishido grumbled, averting his gaze to his sneakers. He took off his cap and stuffed it into his pocket before leaning back against the wall. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
"But you're obviously mad at me," Choutaroh pointed out. "You're pouting, you haven't said a word about how you feel, and you won't so much as look at me!"
Shishido's face warmed and he forced himself to look up to prove Choutaroh wrong. He was startled to see Choutaroh's face inches from his own, close enough to see the tiny flecks of gold in those amazingly guileless eyes and the slight flush of color in those pale cheeks. Choutaroh put a hand on each of his shoulder, as if he expected the older boy to bolt any second.
"There's something I want - no, need to tell you before I leave."
"W-what is it?"
"Shishido-san, I like you."
And then Choutaroh was kissing him.
It was sweet, like Choutaroh himself, soft and gentle, addictive without being suffocating and leaving him aching for more. Much, much more.
"...Y...you..."
Choutaroh smiled at him sheepishly. "I'm sorry?" he offered.
"...you IDIOT! How DARE you tell me this now, when you're just going to ditch me!"
"Th--"
Waiting around for explanations was not something distressed heroines did so Shishido pushed the surprised boy aside and ran.
Oh yes, this was definitely the worst thing that's happened in his already turbulent fourteen years of life.
---
Idea was dropped after fanbook info came out contradicting the premise that (1) St. Rudolph is all-boy's and (2) Ohtori is Christian. Thinking back, I don't know why I let that stop me.
originally posted on: tenipuri_yaoi [October 6, 2003]
Genre: Romance, Humor
Pairings: Ohtori/Shishido
Summary: Ohtori transfers to St. Rudolph. That's just not going to fly. My excuse to write a Hyotei-St. Rudy fic. ^_^
Drama was common in the Hyotei Gakuen tennis club and none excelled at attracting it more than Shishido Ryoh. He went through an earth-shattering crisis every week, whether it was being kicked off the regulars, chopping off his hair, or finding out that Atobe had edged his way ahead of him in the day's most desirable bishounen poll.
But still, all of that was at the low end of the unbearableness scale in comparison to the current crisis. He couldn't believe it. Choutaroh, his partner, friend, and more recently the subject of his wet dreams, was transferring to another school! That would mean no more bumping into each other in the halls, no more late night practices, no more friendly towel snaps in the locker room.
Shishido's life was coming to an end. He was sure of it.
"But why now? Why not wait until the year's over?" Gakuto asked, snuggling up against Oshitari and using the taller boy's chest for a pillow.
Choutaroh shrugged, making a face. "Believe me, I'm not happy about it either. But my parents are adamant about the decision. They only let me come here because of the tennis team's reputation..." Another shrug. "Since Hyotei's out of the tournament, they don't see any point in me staying around."
"So they're sending you to Catholic school."
"Yes."
"To St. Rudolph."
"Yes."
"But they suck!" Atobe said in complete disbelief, as if Choutaroh's parents were absolutely mad in using a basis other than tennis in deciding where to send their son for his education. "You would leave ORE-SAMA's team to join THEIRS? We totally slaughtered them at the consolation match. Na, Kabaji, Jiroh?"
"Usu."
"Zzzzz."
"My father was an alum," Choutaroh mumbled, clearly miserable.
"The tennis club won't be the same without you," Oshitari said gravely. "But if your parents made up their minds..."
"They did. They already finished the paperwork so today's my last day."
Shishido felt like throwing himself on the ground and wailing but his mother had been very clear about keeping his slacks mud-free after the last groveling fit he had. So he sulked instead, deciding that he hated Choutaroh's parents and he hated St. Rudolph. Stupid snobby all-boys' school with their dorm full of tempting horny gay teenagers! Oh yes, Shishido knew what really went on in the minds of those seemingly polite, well-behaved, goody-goody students. Sex, sex, and more gay sex.
After all, what normal boy at the age of puberty would voluntarily give up having his own room, homemade meals and free housekeeping services from his mom to attend a strict Catholic school with a second-rate tennis team and not a girl in sight? It was all too suspicious; poor innocent Choutaroh would no doubt become a prime target for their perverted yaoi fantasies and where would that leave Shishido? Alone and Choutaroh-less, that's where.
"Shishido-san, can I speak to you in private?"
"Uh... sure," Shishido agreed.
The two left the others behind, stopping only when they had gotten to a deserted area between two buildings.
Choutaroh was looking at him with those soft brown eyes, silently pleading for understanding. "Shishido-san, I'm sorry."
"For what?" Shishido grumbled, averting his gaze to his sneakers. He took off his cap and stuffed it into his pocket before leaning back against the wall. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
"But you're obviously mad at me," Choutaroh pointed out. "You're pouting, you haven't said a word about how you feel, and you won't so much as look at me!"
Shishido's face warmed and he forced himself to look up to prove Choutaroh wrong. He was startled to see Choutaroh's face inches from his own, close enough to see the tiny flecks of gold in those amazingly guileless eyes and the slight flush of color in those pale cheeks. Choutaroh put a hand on each of his shoulder, as if he expected the older boy to bolt any second.
"There's something I want - no, need to tell you before I leave."
"W-what is it?"
"Shishido-san, I like you."
And then Choutaroh was kissing him.
It was sweet, like Choutaroh himself, soft and gentle, addictive without being suffocating and leaving him aching for more. Much, much more.
"...Y...you..."
Choutaroh smiled at him sheepishly. "I'm sorry?" he offered.
"...you IDIOT! How DARE you tell me this now, when you're just going to ditch me!"
"Th--"
Waiting around for explanations was not something distressed heroines did so Shishido pushed the surprised boy aside and ran.
Oh yes, this was definitely the worst thing that's happened in his already turbulent fourteen years of life.
---
Idea was dropped after fanbook info came out contradicting the premise that (1) St. Rudolph is all-boy's and (2) Ohtori is Christian. Thinking back, I don't know why I let that stop me.
originally posted on: tenipuri_yaoi [October 6, 2003]