Fanfiction : Tennis no Ohjisama Drabbles (#1-5)
Title: Obstinacy | Impulsion | Patience | Complication | Cosplaying.
Type: Fanfiction : Tennis no Ohjisama.
Prompt: MomoKai; AkuKai; SanaKai; AtoKai; YagKai.
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT. It is owned by Konomi-sensei, who has cheerfully brought us all these tennis-playing gay boys.
Rating: PG13 for implied relationships and general perversion.
Word Count: 1,598 words.
Summary: A collection of drabbles on the many cracktastic pairing involding Kaidoh. [ VariousKai ]. Drabbles.
Author's Note: Various Uke!Kaidoh drabbles. Crack Pairings Alert! Author should not be tomatoed/bricked/kicked for having weird preferences in pairing up dear Kaidoh. Otherwise, enjoy. Feedback are very much welcomed. I live on feedbacks.
obstinacy (momokai)
Momo and Kaidoh were too obstinate for their own good, as Oishi fondly remarked one day after another fascinating brawl that ended only when Tezuka declared that the two bruised second year were to run a hundred laps after visiting the school nurse. The second option given by the captain was that Momo and Kaidoh were to be used as Inui’s test subject for the rest of the week. As if on cue, Inui’s spectacles glinted menacingly as he hovered over the two boys. Momo and Kaidoh wisely untangled themselves upon hearing the threat and literally fled towards the general direction of the sickbay, still glaring bloody murder at each other.
“Nya?” Kikumaru cocked his head to a side and poked the smiling vice-captain enthusiastically with his tennis racquet. “Why d’you say that?”
Oishi shook his head, the smile on his face widening. “Haven’t you realized it, Eiji?”
“Realize what-nya?” The other half of Golden Pair appeared to be suitably bewildered and curious. Kikumaru narrowed his eyes at Oishi, his pokes rapidly increasing in quantity and strength. “Tell me!”
“Two words.” Oishi held up two fingers and leaned closer to his doubles partner. His eyes were twinkling in amusement. Kikumaru pursed his lips and leaned even closer, until the two were mere inches away. Oishi winked conspiratorially. “Sexual tension.”
Kikumaru blinked.
And then burst out laughing.
In the background, Tezuka could be seen choking and sputtering out in a rather undignified sort of way.
“I see,” sniggered Kikumaru none-too-discreetly. He slung a hand around Oishi’s shoulder and beamed up at his partner. “We should talk to Buchou about making them play doubles then. From experience,” here, he paused and chuckled heartily, “I know it’ll help.”
Tezuka, who had been trying to retain his self-composure, resumed choking and sputtering.
From afar, sounds of bickers and coarse words coloured the atmosphere cheerfully.
END
impulsion (akukai)
Kaidoh, in all honesty, thought that Akutsu Jin was a creep. A violent one at that too.
“Well, well, well. Aren’t you Seigaku’s favourite snake boy?”
Kaidoh hissed and fought the overwhelming urge to plant a foot on the grey-haired youth’s smugly-grinning face, opting instead to glare at the gravelled pathway underneath the soles of his worn sneakers. He really shouldn’t have taken this short cut if he knew beforehand that he would run into Akutsu. The worse thing about their encounter was that the phrase ‘run into’ was not used metaphorically. Kaidoh hissed again, as he could feel the side of his face throbbing from his earlier collision with Akutsu’s bony elbow. He wasn’t really sure if the collision was his fault or the other boy’s, but Kaidoh was pretty sure that what Akutsu was currently doing to him could be considered as sexual harassment. The Seigaku regular squirmed uneasily, trapped between the uncompromising brick wall pressed against his back, and Akutsu’s lean body pushing forward, almost brushing shamelessly against his own.
Kaidoh wondered if he should just kick Akutsu and flee when he gets the chance.
But his parents had taught him that resorting to unnecessary violence was the way of a coward, so that option was currently unavailable. Kaidoh, after all, was an obedient son. Quoting that certain philosophy to Akutsu would most probably result in an all-out fist (as well as other useful paraphernalia that the street could provide; dustbin, lamppost etc.) fight. Which Kaidoh would eventually lose, hands down. Kaidoh was smarter than people usually gave him credits for. And he had the survival instinct of a… well, near-extinct species. As he was contemplating the probability and possibility of him leaving the scene unscathed, Kaidoh was surprised to realize that Akutsu had stopping sneering and was currently critically scrutinising him with narrowed eyes.
Kaidoh’s first reaction was to hiss (again) and cross his arms protectively. “What?”
“Come to think of it, you’re kinda hot,” Akutsu flashed Kaidoh a feral smirk and closed in on his ‘prey’. He reached out for Kaidoh’s face and placed a thumb over the other boy’s jaw, turning Kaidoh’s head from one side to another in an assessing manner. A satisfied nod made Kaidoh shiver. Akutsu’s smirk turned positively lecherous when he announced, “So, wanna go somewhere more private?”
This time, Kaidoh finally kicked the smug bastard’s crotch and fled from the scene as fast as his legs would carry him.
END
patience (sanakai)
Sanada Genichirou was an imposing figure, with prominent personality that demanded attention with his constant air of tranquillity and patience. He always knew what he wanted in life, and he would work extremely hard to achieve the goal that he had set his eyes on. And never once had he given up.
He was close in doing the undoable right at that time.
Kaidoh Kaoru was as impossible to court as a celibate monk.
“Will you be free this evening?” asked the Rikkai’s vice-captain, long fingers clasped around the half-full porcelain cup before him. The café was situated near Hyotei, where no one would recognize a Rikkai or Seigaku student talking to each other. Sanada had learnt earlier how useful self-absorbed rich brats were. He turned his attention back to the silent second year that was seated across him with something akin to desperation. The last two rejections had left him stumped and wondering if he was anywhere near attractive in Kaidoh’s eyes.
A hiss made Sanada flinch, and his clasp around the warm cup tightened. Expecting another ‘no’ from the Seigaku regular, Sanada was surprised when he heard Kaidoh said, in that low, husky voice of his, “I am.”
“Oh.”
Silence.
“Do you…” Sanada paused, lifted the cup to his lips and took a sip of cooling black coffee. The cup touched its saucer with a delicate tinkle, the sound fading into silence once again. Sanada ran his tongue along his lower lip and fidgeted with his cup. He had never gotten as far as this and he found that his carefully-planned words failed him. He should’ve practiced more than an hour in front of the mirror. Seiichi once told him that facial expressions were important in trying to convey significant messages. Sanada cleared his throat, looked at Kaidoh (who was fidgeting with his own cup of coffee) and said, “Would you like to go out with me then?”
“… I promised Momoshiro to meet him for doubles practice.”
“Oh.”
“… You can come too if you want.” Kaidoh was staring at his cup. And was he blushing? “To practice. I’ve watched you play Echizen before.”
Sanada nodded, warmth spreading through his veins. “Of course.”
The only thing left to do was to ditch Momoshiro and somehow trick Kaidoh into a real date.
Sanada’s day was definitely looking up.
END
complication (atokai)
“What do you want?”
“Ore-sama-”
“Oi, Mamushi! What’re you doing with the sissy guy? He’s your boyfriend?”
“Fshuu!”
“Kaoru, who is this uncouth commoner?”
“Who’re you calling ‘commoner’, pansy? And who are you calling 'Kaoru'?!”
“Shut up, Momoshiro!”
Kaidoh’s left eyebrow were twitching sporadically, as he glared at Momoshiro, who was glaring at Atobe, who was glaring back with equal animosity. The street tennis court, which had been deserted earlier, stirred with tentacles of thick hostility. It was the ultimate confrontation of the good, the bad and the narcissi.
Atobe sniffed and raised an eyebrow at the fuming Momoshiro. “I’m here to fetch Kaoru for dinner.”
Momoshiro snorted. “I don’t see any ‘Kaoru’ around here, just Mamushi. And he’s coming with me.”
Kaidoh frowned, the effect of his glare slighted by confusion. “I am?”
Atobe frowned, the effect of his glare heightened by Momoshiro’s declaration. “He is not.” He turned to Kaidoh, whose face seemed to have adopted a permanent scowl. “Kaoru, are you?”
Before Kaidoh could say anything, Momoshiro jumped in front of him and snapped, “It’s Tezuka-buchou’s order. And don’t call him ‘Kaoru’!”
Atobe took a step forward, the muscles of his cheek spasming threateningly. “I’ll call him whatever I want. Commoner.”
“Why you-!”
Kaidoh hissed in frustration, as the two boys before him continued harping at each other. He hitched his tennis bag further up his shoulder, eyeing Atobe and Momoshiro (who had arrived to the point of insulting each other’s hairstyles) with distress. As the voices rose to an embarrassingly loud volume, Kaidoh took one last look at both Atobe and Momoshiro (Atobe was criticizing Momoshiro’s fashion sense at the time and vice versa), hissed and stalked off towards his house.
He would apologize to Atobe later for ditching their planned dinner date.
END
cosplaying (yagkai)
Yagyuu Hiroshi smiled serenely, pushing his spectacles up the bridge of his nose.
Kaidoh Kaoru hissed vehemently, face as red as the cocktail dress he was currently wearing.
“You look beautiful.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
A string of merry chuckles escaped the Rikkai regular. “Don’t be such a spoilsport, Kaidoh-kun.”
Kaidoh pulled at the dress (that clung to his body at all the disturbingly right places), glossy lips pursed into a half-pout. Ringlets of brown hair tumbled gracefully onto his bare shoulder, to which Kaidoh pawed at in annoyance. No matter what Yagyuu told him, Kaidoh was convinced that he looked like a transvestite with bad plastic job. “You’re a pervert, you know that?”
“I am, aren’t I?”
The simple acceptance that laced Yagyuu’s rhetorical question made Kaidoh’s skin tingle, not in an unpleasant way, though. The bespectacled boy advanced towards Kaidoh, closing in the distance between them in seconds. Kaidoh’s breath hitched when Yagyuu leaned forward and smiled seductively at the cross dresser trapped between his hands.
“And now… to take it off.”
Kaidoh squeaked.
END
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Type: Fanfiction : Tennis no Ohjisama.
Prompt: MomoKai; AkuKai; SanaKai; AtoKai; YagKai.
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT. It is owned by Konomi-sensei, who has cheerfully brought us all these tennis-playing gay boys.
Rating: PG13 for implied relationships and general perversion.
Word Count: 1,598 words.
Summary: A collection of drabbles on the many cracktastic pairing involding Kaidoh. [ VariousKai ]. Drabbles.
Author's Note: Various Uke!Kaidoh drabbles. Crack Pairings Alert! Author should not be tomatoed/bricked/kicked for having weird preferences in pairing up dear Kaidoh. Otherwise, enjoy. Feedback are very much welcomed. I live on feedbacks.
obstinacy (momokai)
Momo and Kaidoh were too obstinate for their own good, as Oishi fondly remarked one day after another fascinating brawl that ended only when Tezuka declared that the two bruised second year were to run a hundred laps after visiting the school nurse. The second option given by the captain was that Momo and Kaidoh were to be used as Inui’s test subject for the rest of the week. As if on cue, Inui’s spectacles glinted menacingly as he hovered over the two boys. Momo and Kaidoh wisely untangled themselves upon hearing the threat and literally fled towards the general direction of the sickbay, still glaring bloody murder at each other.
“Nya?” Kikumaru cocked his head to a side and poked the smiling vice-captain enthusiastically with his tennis racquet. “Why d’you say that?”
Oishi shook his head, the smile on his face widening. “Haven’t you realized it, Eiji?”
“Realize what-nya?” The other half of Golden Pair appeared to be suitably bewildered and curious. Kikumaru narrowed his eyes at Oishi, his pokes rapidly increasing in quantity and strength. “Tell me!”
“Two words.” Oishi held up two fingers and leaned closer to his doubles partner. His eyes were twinkling in amusement. Kikumaru pursed his lips and leaned even closer, until the two were mere inches away. Oishi winked conspiratorially. “Sexual tension.”
Kikumaru blinked.
And then burst out laughing.
In the background, Tezuka could be seen choking and sputtering out in a rather undignified sort of way.
“I see,” sniggered Kikumaru none-too-discreetly. He slung a hand around Oishi’s shoulder and beamed up at his partner. “We should talk to Buchou about making them play doubles then. From experience,” here, he paused and chuckled heartily, “I know it’ll help.”
Tezuka, who had been trying to retain his self-composure, resumed choking and sputtering.
From afar, sounds of bickers and coarse words coloured the atmosphere cheerfully.
END
impulsion (akukai)
Kaidoh, in all honesty, thought that Akutsu Jin was a creep. A violent one at that too.
“Well, well, well. Aren’t you Seigaku’s favourite snake boy?”
Kaidoh hissed and fought the overwhelming urge to plant a foot on the grey-haired youth’s smugly-grinning face, opting instead to glare at the gravelled pathway underneath the soles of his worn sneakers. He really shouldn’t have taken this short cut if he knew beforehand that he would run into Akutsu. The worse thing about their encounter was that the phrase ‘run into’ was not used metaphorically. Kaidoh hissed again, as he could feel the side of his face throbbing from his earlier collision with Akutsu’s bony elbow. He wasn’t really sure if the collision was his fault or the other boy’s, but Kaidoh was pretty sure that what Akutsu was currently doing to him could be considered as sexual harassment. The Seigaku regular squirmed uneasily, trapped between the uncompromising brick wall pressed against his back, and Akutsu’s lean body pushing forward, almost brushing shamelessly against his own.
Kaidoh wondered if he should just kick Akutsu and flee when he gets the chance.
But his parents had taught him that resorting to unnecessary violence was the way of a coward, so that option was currently unavailable. Kaidoh, after all, was an obedient son. Quoting that certain philosophy to Akutsu would most probably result in an all-out fist (as well as other useful paraphernalia that the street could provide; dustbin, lamppost etc.) fight. Which Kaidoh would eventually lose, hands down. Kaidoh was smarter than people usually gave him credits for. And he had the survival instinct of a… well, near-extinct species. As he was contemplating the probability and possibility of him leaving the scene unscathed, Kaidoh was surprised to realize that Akutsu had stopping sneering and was currently critically scrutinising him with narrowed eyes.
Kaidoh’s first reaction was to hiss (again) and cross his arms protectively. “What?”
“Come to think of it, you’re kinda hot,” Akutsu flashed Kaidoh a feral smirk and closed in on his ‘prey’. He reached out for Kaidoh’s face and placed a thumb over the other boy’s jaw, turning Kaidoh’s head from one side to another in an assessing manner. A satisfied nod made Kaidoh shiver. Akutsu’s smirk turned positively lecherous when he announced, “So, wanna go somewhere more private?”
This time, Kaidoh finally kicked the smug bastard’s crotch and fled from the scene as fast as his legs would carry him.
END
patience (sanakai)
Sanada Genichirou was an imposing figure, with prominent personality that demanded attention with his constant air of tranquillity and patience. He always knew what he wanted in life, and he would work extremely hard to achieve the goal that he had set his eyes on. And never once had he given up.
He was close in doing the undoable right at that time.
Kaidoh Kaoru was as impossible to court as a celibate monk.
“Will you be free this evening?” asked the Rikkai’s vice-captain, long fingers clasped around the half-full porcelain cup before him. The café was situated near Hyotei, where no one would recognize a Rikkai or Seigaku student talking to each other. Sanada had learnt earlier how useful self-absorbed rich brats were. He turned his attention back to the silent second year that was seated across him with something akin to desperation. The last two rejections had left him stumped and wondering if he was anywhere near attractive in Kaidoh’s eyes.
A hiss made Sanada flinch, and his clasp around the warm cup tightened. Expecting another ‘no’ from the Seigaku regular, Sanada was surprised when he heard Kaidoh said, in that low, husky voice of his, “I am.”
“Oh.”
Silence.
“Do you…” Sanada paused, lifted the cup to his lips and took a sip of cooling black coffee. The cup touched its saucer with a delicate tinkle, the sound fading into silence once again. Sanada ran his tongue along his lower lip and fidgeted with his cup. He had never gotten as far as this and he found that his carefully-planned words failed him. He should’ve practiced more than an hour in front of the mirror. Seiichi once told him that facial expressions were important in trying to convey significant messages. Sanada cleared his throat, looked at Kaidoh (who was fidgeting with his own cup of coffee) and said, “Would you like to go out with me then?”
“… I promised Momoshiro to meet him for doubles practice.”
“Oh.”
“… You can come too if you want.” Kaidoh was staring at his cup. And was he blushing? “To practice. I’ve watched you play Echizen before.”
Sanada nodded, warmth spreading through his veins. “Of course.”
The only thing left to do was to ditch Momoshiro and somehow trick Kaidoh into a real date.
Sanada’s day was definitely looking up.
END
complication (atokai)
“What do you want?”
“Ore-sama-”
“Oi, Mamushi! What’re you doing with the sissy guy? He’s your boyfriend?”
“Fshuu!”
“Kaoru, who is this uncouth commoner?”
“Who’re you calling ‘commoner’, pansy? And who are you calling 'Kaoru'?!”
“Shut up, Momoshiro!”
Kaidoh’s left eyebrow were twitching sporadically, as he glared at Momoshiro, who was glaring at Atobe, who was glaring back with equal animosity. The street tennis court, which had been deserted earlier, stirred with tentacles of thick hostility. It was the ultimate confrontation of the good, the bad and the narcissi.
Atobe sniffed and raised an eyebrow at the fuming Momoshiro. “I’m here to fetch Kaoru for dinner.”
Momoshiro snorted. “I don’t see any ‘Kaoru’ around here, just Mamushi. And he’s coming with me.”
Kaidoh frowned, the effect of his glare slighted by confusion. “I am?”
Atobe frowned, the effect of his glare heightened by Momoshiro’s declaration. “He is not.” He turned to Kaidoh, whose face seemed to have adopted a permanent scowl. “Kaoru, are you?”
Before Kaidoh could say anything, Momoshiro jumped in front of him and snapped, “It’s Tezuka-buchou’s order. And don’t call him ‘Kaoru’!”
Atobe took a step forward, the muscles of his cheek spasming threateningly. “I’ll call him whatever I want. Commoner.”
“Why you-!”
Kaidoh hissed in frustration, as the two boys before him continued harping at each other. He hitched his tennis bag further up his shoulder, eyeing Atobe and Momoshiro (who had arrived to the point of insulting each other’s hairstyles) with distress. As the voices rose to an embarrassingly loud volume, Kaidoh took one last look at both Atobe and Momoshiro (Atobe was criticizing Momoshiro’s fashion sense at the time and vice versa), hissed and stalked off towards his house.
He would apologize to Atobe later for ditching their planned dinner date.
END
cosplaying (yagkai)
Yagyuu Hiroshi smiled serenely, pushing his spectacles up the bridge of his nose.
Kaidoh Kaoru hissed vehemently, face as red as the cocktail dress he was currently wearing.
“You look beautiful.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
A string of merry chuckles escaped the Rikkai regular. “Don’t be such a spoilsport, Kaidoh-kun.”
Kaidoh pulled at the dress (that clung to his body at all the disturbingly right places), glossy lips pursed into a half-pout. Ringlets of brown hair tumbled gracefully onto his bare shoulder, to which Kaidoh pawed at in annoyance. No matter what Yagyuu told him, Kaidoh was convinced that he looked like a transvestite with bad plastic job. “You’re a pervert, you know that?”
“I am, aren’t I?”
The simple acceptance that laced Yagyuu’s rhetorical question made Kaidoh’s skin tingle, not in an unpleasant way, though. The bespectacled boy advanced towards Kaidoh, closing in the distance between them in seconds. Kaidoh’s breath hitched when Yagyuu leaned forward and smiled seductively at the cross dresser trapped between his hands.
“And now… to take it off.”
Kaidoh squeaked.
END
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