DN/PoT - Best Left Forgotten
Title: Best Left Forgotten
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Format: Drabble
Word count: 218
Notes: Yeah, it's been done before… but this time it's not crack. D:
Very tiny (so tiny you might not even notice!) spoilers for after volume 7.
It was a cool Sunday afternoon when Raito found himself sitting on a bench watching some junior high school students play street tennis. He wasn’t here because he wanted to be. The Kira case was getting no where (for a good reason) and his father all but ordered him to get some fresh air before in Matsuda's words, "his brain exploded from thinking too much."
The sound of tennis balls bouncing across the courts drew him here, and despite the unwanted memories it brought back, he settled down and watched.
He was surprised to find that they were good-very good, in fact. He guessed that they belonged to a tennis team and it was confirmed when a short boy dressed in a loud green shirt shouted something about a "Captain Tezuka."
Half an hour later Raito decided it was time to return to headquarters. He got up, dusted off his pants, and walked passed the group of kids.
"...I didn’t think he’d make that shot!"
"There was a five percent-" Raito stiffened. "-chance that he’d be able to reach the ball in time."
"Argh! Inui! I don’t want to hear this! Your data tennis is so..."
Shaking from the sudden chill, Raito hugged his jacket closer to his body and hastened back to his apartment.
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Well, that was kind of bad. XD;;
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Format: Drabble
Word count: 218
Notes: Yeah, it's been done before… but this time it's not crack. D:
Very tiny (so tiny you might not even notice!) spoilers for after volume 7.
It was a cool Sunday afternoon when Raito found himself sitting on a bench watching some junior high school students play street tennis. He wasn’t here because he wanted to be. The Kira case was getting no where (for a good reason) and his father all but ordered him to get some fresh air before in Matsuda's words, "his brain exploded from thinking too much."
The sound of tennis balls bouncing across the courts drew him here, and despite the unwanted memories it brought back, he settled down and watched.
He was surprised to find that they were good-very good, in fact. He guessed that they belonged to a tennis team and it was confirmed when a short boy dressed in a loud green shirt shouted something about a "Captain Tezuka."
Half an hour later Raito decided it was time to return to headquarters. He got up, dusted off his pants, and walked passed the group of kids.
"...I didn’t think he’d make that shot!"
"There was a five percent-" Raito stiffened. "-chance that he’d be able to reach the ball in time."
"Argh! Inui! I don’t want to hear this! Your data tennis is so..."
Shaking from the sudden chill, Raito hugged his jacket closer to his body and hastened back to his apartment.
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Well, that was kind of bad. XD;;