Post 500 !!!
Right, mina, so, this is post n° 500 on my LJ... XD
I've decided not to bother you with personal stuff, and give you some drabbles ... *grins*
So, I bring you :
- a 100 word drabble
- a TeFu drabble with prompt : Budo
- a NiouYukimura drabble with prompt : Beautiful Disaster
Title: Life list
Author: dark_kana
Rating: PG
Summary: My life list. All the things I still want to do in my life.
Author's notes : Original 100word drabble.
Visit Japan. Meet these cute gorgeous actors, singers, dancers.
Cruising the Nile. See the pyramids and temples and imagine the old times.
Paris by night. London is always awesome as well.
Climbing mountains and leaving my fears and worries behind with every step upwards I take. Swim in cold lakes and enjoy the feel of the sun on my skin as I lay drying on the grass.
Travel through Middle Earth. New Zealand that is...
Take my car and drive. Where the wind and the road take me. Music to guide me. A car trip to I don't know where...
Title: Fooling around
Author: dark_kana
Rating: PG
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Tezuka Kunimitsu, Fuji Syuusuke / TeFu
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.
Summary: Tezuka and Fuji training together.
Author's notes : drabble. Written for paranoid_fridge. Prompt : budo (preferably something that involves body contact, Tezuka and Fuji practicing together, and leads to … *cough* ...) (unbeta'd. Find any mistakes, please, let me know! ^^)
It started with Tezuka having to leave right after tennis practice on Tuesday and Thursday. A month later also Fuji left immediately after training.
Nobody knew what the 2 of them were up to on these days. There were lots of speculations. Guesses as to where both of them had to go to. Never would they have suspected this.
In front of their eyes Tezuka and Fuji were fighting. Both wearing a white kimono. Both having a coloured belt around their waist. Their faces focussed. On one other. Bare feet sliding over the tatami. Making no sound and yet allowing them to move around quickly. They had not yet noticed their team mates standing there. Watching them with wide open eyes. Not quite believe it.
Tezuka and Fuji were circling around one other. Hands, in protection, raised in front of them. It was Tezuka who attacked first. His right fist launching forwards, going right at Fuji's face. The other tennis players held their breath, soft gasps escaping them.
Just a second before Tezuka would hit him, the other boy moved aside. His own right fist coming forward. Straight to the side of his Buchou's head. It would have been a solid hit, had he not been controlling his action.
Smiling the two of them took their positions again. Once more circling around one other, until this time Fuji was the one to launch forwards. He was countered by a perfect mae geri. A frontal kick. The one most often used while fighting.
"Mate. That's it for today. See you all Thursday."
All of them lined up, greeting their senseis when someone at the end of the line called out 'Rei'.
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"You remember when they first saw us fighting?"
A soft chuckle escapes Fuji's lips when he asks Tezuka. A nod is his only response.
"You still remember the look on your face when you saw them standing there? Their eyes wide open. Their jaws dropped."
Tezuka rolls his eyes lightly.
"They just never expected us to fight."
Fuji's eyes open slightly when he hears his friend's tone of voice. The accentuation of the word 'fight'.
"What are you implying, Kunimitsu?"
He takes a slow step forward when he stresses the given name. One hand reaching out to gently run his fingers over the other one's cheek.
The tensai doesn't get an answer, not that he expected one anyway. He just smiles and closes his eyes when he feels familiar lips covering his own.
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"Hajime!"
They bow before placing themselves in position. Contact fighting. Close contact fighting.
It just takes them one look to agree who is going to attack first. Tezuka's hands reach out, fingers closing tight around Fuji's neck, strangling him. Without a second hesitation the tennis genius moves his body a little to the right, left hand taking a hold of Tezuka's wrist. Turning further towards the right, keeping a steady hold on the other's hand. Putting on a wrist and shoulder lock, forcing Tezuka towards the ground. Immediately releasing his hold when the buchou taps on the tatami.
The moment the tennis captain is back on his feet, Fuji comes forward, wrapping his arms around the other one's waist, holding him close. No one can see it, but there is a small smile on the tensai's lips. Softly he inhales his friend's scent. Letting his head rest against his chest, the advantages of being the smallest of the two... Only for a second, of course, because Tezuka's reaction is just as fast as his own. Just a couple of breaths later Fuji is lying on his back on the floor. His adversary lying half on top of him. Holding him down.
The tensai smiles victoriously. He's good at ground fighting. He nearly always wins, even from Tezuka.
Turning to the right, he feels how Tezuka tightens his hold. His hand reaches out, taking a hold of the other one's wrist, already knowing that he'll get out of here.
A soft gasps escapes his lips and his fingers loosen their hold, when he suddenly feels Tezuka press soft gentle kisses against his neck.
"Mate. Start the next exercise guys."
A soft curse leaves Fuji's lips when Tezuka holds out his hand to help him up. Of course he takes it, and of course he's looking at him in mock anger.
"Don't look at me like that."
The small smile that graces Tezuka's lips is all it takes.
"You cheated."
He knows it's childish but he can't help himself. Sticking out his tongue when Tezuka just shrugs as an answer.
"Everything is allowed in love and fighting."
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With a mischievous glittering in his eyes, Fuji pins Tezuka against the wall.
"I can't believe you kissed me, in the dojo, while training, just to distract me during ground fighting..."
The tensai lets his hands wander over his boyfriend's chest. Teasing. Never enough contact, making the stoic tennis captain shiver under his light touch.
"No one saw."
Chuckling softly Fuji presses his body closer against Tezuka's. Lips barely brushing against one other. Teasing.
"Syusuke..."
His soft growl is the only warning and Fuji's smile widens when he feels Tezuka's lips against his, desperate. His hands reach up, fingers burying themselves in brown hair. His buchou's arms wrapped around his waist, holding him in a secure embrace. He always feels safe when his lover holds him.
The End
Title: Beautiful Disaster
Author: dark_kana
Rating: PG
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Yukimura Seiichi, Niou Masaharu / YukimuraNiou
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.
Summary: There are so many things he would have done differently... Other choices he would have made. Other things he would have said. Other paths he would have taken.
Author's notes : drabble. Written for ravenery. Hope you like it! (unbeta'd. Find any mistakes, please, let me know! ^^)
There are so many things he would have done differently... Other choices he would have made. Other things he would have said. Other paths he would have taken. But no matter how much he wishes for his life to have taken different turns, he would have never wanted to miss this. The arms around him, the body pressed against him, the soft gentle kisses being placed all over his skin. 'I love you.'
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"Can we? Can we really Buchou?"
Soft lips on his effectively silence him. A quiet moan escapes. He is trapped, utterly trapped. By that gentle smile. By these smouldering eyes hovering above him. By the hands that caress his sides, his belly, his face. He is trapped, and they both know it.
"Unless you don't want to..."
It's a useless comment. Yukimura knows it. Niou knows it. And they do not care.
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"This relationship is doomed. It can never work out. It will never work out. It will turn out to be a disaster."
Their eyes locked. The steal blue ones of Yukimura and the gray ones of Niou. For once neither of them averted their gaze. So many emotions. So intense.
"Beautiful disaster..."
A soft whisper. He knew they heard it though. The shocked face of his father. A smile on the face of his boyfriend. Yukimura was beautiful when he smiled. And when he was angry. Even when he was sad. Hell, he was always beautiful... To Niou he always was. Is. Will always be.
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"Good morning."
He smiles while turning around in the embrace. Sleepy eyes, ruffled hair.
A soft moan escapes him when Yukimura presses his lips on his own. Wanting and needing and he knows Yukimura can tell as well.
"So, tell me. Can we Trickster?"
A soft chuckle leaves Niou's lips. Head buried against the other one's chest.
"Me doubting we could was years ago Seiichi."
He shivers when Yukimura's hum vibrates through his body. Shivers when gentle hands trace unknown patterns over his back. Shivers when lean fingers burry themselves in his bleached hair. Shivers when soft lips place light kisses all over his face, neck, throat, chest, collarbones, ...
"You are my beautiful disaster..."
Both of them laugh softly at Yukimura's whisper.
The End