[PoT] Mark of a Genius, PG, Crack, Horio/Ryoma
For kasugai_gummie WHO IS SO CLOSE TO OLD IT HURTS. ♥ Happy Birthday to Mistress #1.
BEWARE. The crack, it hurts. And it was all your fault originally so I thought it only befitting to grace you with more. :3 Originally posted as comment-spam to ninjatrauma but what the hell, everyone needs more Horio/Ryoma in their lives.
Title: Mark of a Genius
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: HORIO/RYOMA (yes that's right)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Definitely not mine, especially after this.
Mark of a Genius
by meitachi
"Horio," Ryoma said, staring at the other first year from under the brim of his cap. "I heard your new song."
Horio beamed. "Ahahah, yeah, wasn't it great?" he boasted. "Buchou even said he wanted a signed copy of the CD!"
"After he gave you 100 laps."
"Eheh...yeah...well."
Ryoma stepped closer to him and Horio's sheepish grin disappeared as he backed nervously away only to be met with the chain-link fence surrouding the courts. "Horio," Ryoma said, voice low, a smirk curling his lips.
"Aahhh," rasped Horio, looking almost panicked. "Y-yes?"
"It's hot when you make fun of buchou," Ryoma purred, leaning in.
Horio blanched and gripped the fence, knuckles white and wire biting into his palm. "Uh, uh," he stuttered, eyes wide. "Echizen!"
"You can call me Ryoma." Closing the distance, Ryoma slid a hand up Horio's left arm and let it come to a rest on Horio's shoulder. "I also like it when you rap," he said, eyes gleaming.
"Ah-hah, yeah, I'm good at that!" Horio tried to recover his wits.
Ryoma pressed closer. "Rap for me," he ordered
Horio wheezed, "What about?"
"Buchou and Ryuuzaki-sensei," was Ryoma's response, accompanied by a feral grin. "Make it hot," he added, breath in Horio's ear.
Horio's unibrow creased as he tried to think. "I--I can't do it if you pressure me like that!" he protested. "I'm a genius! Geniuses have to have their time and space! Works of art don't simply appear." He flailed and gave Ryoma an accusing look. "But obviously normal people don't understand what it's like!" he scoffed.
Ryoma looked skeptical. "What if I offer incentive?"
Horio thought about that. The prospects! "Let me wear your regulars jacket for a week!" he demanded.
The look he received was incredulous. "Iyada."
Horio was affronted. "Buy my lunch for two weeks!"
The next look was plainly Are you out of your mind?
Frustrated, Horio shoved Ryoma away from him and put his hands on his hips. "Then what are you going to give me for making you the best rap ever about buchou and Ryuuzaki-sensei that radio DJs everywhere will want to play and record labels will want to instantly sign me up for stardom?"
Ryoma scuffed the toe of his sneaker against the court. "I was thinking about plucking your unibrow for you."
"WHAAT?" screeched Horio, hands flying to the brow in question. "NO! THAT IS MARK OF MY GENIUS!"
Ryoma shrugged. "Whatever. Lunch it is. With me," he added.
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Started/Finished: 01.09.2006
BEWARE. The crack, it hurts. And it was all your fault originally so I thought it only befitting to grace you with more. :3 Originally posted as comment-spam to ninjatrauma but what the hell, everyone needs more Horio/Ryoma in their lives.
Title: Mark of a Genius
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: HORIO/RYOMA (yes that's right)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Definitely not mine, especially after this.
Mark of a Genius
by meitachi
"Horio," Ryoma said, staring at the other first year from under the brim of his cap. "I heard your new song."
Horio beamed. "Ahahah, yeah, wasn't it great?" he boasted. "Buchou even said he wanted a signed copy of the CD!"
"After he gave you 100 laps."
"Eheh...yeah...well."
Ryoma stepped closer to him and Horio's sheepish grin disappeared as he backed nervously away only to be met with the chain-link fence surrouding the courts. "Horio," Ryoma said, voice low, a smirk curling his lips.
"Aahhh," rasped Horio, looking almost panicked. "Y-yes?"
"It's hot when you make fun of buchou," Ryoma purred, leaning in.
Horio blanched and gripped the fence, knuckles white and wire biting into his palm. "Uh, uh," he stuttered, eyes wide. "Echizen!"
"You can call me Ryoma." Closing the distance, Ryoma slid a hand up Horio's left arm and let it come to a rest on Horio's shoulder. "I also like it when you rap," he said, eyes gleaming.
"Ah-hah, yeah, I'm good at that!" Horio tried to recover his wits.
Ryoma pressed closer. "Rap for me," he ordered
Horio wheezed, "What about?"
"Buchou and Ryuuzaki-sensei," was Ryoma's response, accompanied by a feral grin. "Make it hot," he added, breath in Horio's ear.
Horio's unibrow creased as he tried to think. "I--I can't do it if you pressure me like that!" he protested. "I'm a genius! Geniuses have to have their time and space! Works of art don't simply appear." He flailed and gave Ryoma an accusing look. "But obviously normal people don't understand what it's like!" he scoffed.
Ryoma looked skeptical. "What if I offer incentive?"
Horio thought about that. The prospects! "Let me wear your regulars jacket for a week!" he demanded.
The look he received was incredulous. "Iyada."
Horio was affronted. "Buy my lunch for two weeks!"
The next look was plainly Are you out of your mind?
Frustrated, Horio shoved Ryoma away from him and put his hands on his hips. "Then what are you going to give me for making you the best rap ever about buchou and Ryuuzaki-sensei that radio DJs everywhere will want to play and record labels will want to instantly sign me up for stardom?"
Ryoma scuffed the toe of his sneaker against the court. "I was thinking about plucking your unibrow for you."
"WHAAT?" screeched Horio, hands flying to the brow in question. "NO! THAT IS MARK OF MY GENIUS!"
Ryoma shrugged. "Whatever. Lunch it is. With me," he added.
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Started/Finished: 01.09.2006