Niou x Marui [Prince of Tennis] 30Sweets [Bedtime]
Yo~ it's been a while since I've written some HaruMaru. D: Eyeshield 21 distracted me. Again. so, expect some ES21 oneshots soon, I think~ Unless I get distracted my school! It's coming! School is coming.... DD:
For 30_sweets comm. (somehow can't link. -__-)
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Title: Bedtime
Author: orangechicanime (dazed-writer) (Dazed Dreamer)
Theme: 7. Dreams
Pairing/Characters: Niou Masaharu x Marui Bunta
Rating: PG-13 for one word. -___-
Disclaimer: Don't own Prince of Tennis nor any of its characters. Sandilena (ff.net) named Haru and Maru!
Summary: Marui has nightmares. Niou isn't really helping him much.
7. Dreams
(HaruMaru)
“Oi,” said Niou, leaning over the sleeping figure on his couch. “Oi, Maru.” He frowned. A poke to the ribs was usually all it took to wake up Marui, but the redhead was still shifting from side to side, breath coming out in uneven pants.
‘He’s having a nightmare,’ realized Niou, dodging to the side quickly as Marui swiped out an arm in his general direction.
“Can’t be helped,” muttered Niou. He tapped Marui’s forehead lightly before heading off to the kitchen. When he returned, Marui was having an even more fitful sleep, scratching at the empty space in front of him.
Heaving out a sigh as he thought of the amount of whines and complains he would surely get after this, Niou poured the glass of water down Marui’s face in one go.
Needless to say, Marui shot up so quickly, with Niou barely managing to dodge his swinging arms again. Clutching his chest tightly, Marui looked up at the smirking face of his boyfriend.
“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner, bastard?” he wheezed out, shrugging off the helpful hand patting his back. “Stupid nightmare.”
“Not even a ‘thank you’?” replied Niou, plopping himself down next to Marui. “I did save you from the extremely evil entity that threatened the tranquility of your subconscious imagination.”
Marui shook his head furiously, causing droplets of water to hit the frowning Niou. “You caused the extremely evil entity, et cetera, et cetera.” Lying back down the now wet couch, he kicked at Niou’s right arm lightly. “Why’d you come home so late?”
“Eh, not my fault you decided to wait for me.” Niou glanced over to the shivering Marui. “You alright?”
“I’m just fine and dandy,” grumbled Marui, shifting as he felt the water seep into his shirt. “Except for the fact that I’m soaking, if you haven’t noticed.”
Niou threw a smirk over his shoulder as he stood up to grab some towels from the bathroom. “Find yourself some clothes, idiot. I’ll get the towels.”
“Well, that’s more like it,” muttered Marui, heading to the other’s bedroom. He snorted at the cleanliness of the room before rummaging Niou’s drawer for a new shirt.
“Don’t mess my clothes up!” reminded Niou as he exited the bathroom.
“Oops!” yelled Marui, already halfway through throwing the clothing over his shoulder purposefully. “That’s what you get for soaking me with water, Haru!” Laughing maniacally, he pulled on the plain gray shirt he always wore when he stayed over.
“You prat,” grumbled Niou, eyeing the pile of dishevelled shirts on his bed and on the floor. “No midnight snacks for you, Maru.” He gathered all the shirts up as Marui whined pathetically on the floor.
“I’ll help you fold ‘em up again!” offered Marui, a bit miffed that Niou hadn’t lost his cool. “Or I’ll sleep in the couch, yeah? I need my midnight pocky...”
Niou, dropped his clothes down a spot on the floor. “You’re sleeping with me, idiot.”
Marui beamed happily, snuggling onto Niou’s bed. “I knew you couldn’t leave your precious on the couch.”
Niou rolled his eyes exasperatedly, but the corners of his mouth twitched up. “I just don’t want you raiding all the contents of my fridge. God knows how much of a pig you become when you wake up in the middle of the night.”
“Am not,” argued Marui, tugging on Niou’s sleeve to cuddle up with him. “Besides, you totally spoil me with sweets anyway.”
“Eh, guess I do,” admitted Niou grudgingly, pulling the blanket over both of them. He kissed Marui’s forehead affectionately. “Sweet dreams. Try not to attack me in my vulnerable state of sleep, will you?”
“Che, you’re the one haunting my dreams,” retorted Marui, turning red.
“Well, nice to know I’m always on your mind.”
“Not nice when I’m seeing you lying in your own blood. In my mind.”
“...There’s no way I’d die just like that, Maru. In your mind.”
“...So there’s no way you’d jump in front of a bullet to save me? In my mind?”
“Depends on my mood, I guess.”
“You’re a sucky boyfriend, Haru.”
“I’m your sucky boyfriend, Maru. T'least I swallow, too.”
“...Che. Do I still get my midnight pocky?”
“S’long as you help me fold my clothes back tomorrow.”
EDIT: Last part was re-written a bit. =)
For 30_sweets comm. (somehow can't link. -__-)
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Title: Bedtime
Author: orangechicanime (dazed-writer) (Dazed Dreamer)
Theme: 7. Dreams
Pairing/Characters: Niou Masaharu x Marui Bunta
Rating: PG-13 for one word. -___-
Disclaimer: Don't own Prince of Tennis nor any of its characters. Sandilena (ff.net) named Haru and Maru!
Summary: Marui has nightmares. Niou isn't really helping him much.
7. Dreams
(HaruMaru)
“Oi,” said Niou, leaning over the sleeping figure on his couch. “Oi, Maru.” He frowned. A poke to the ribs was usually all it took to wake up Marui, but the redhead was still shifting from side to side, breath coming out in uneven pants.
‘He’s having a nightmare,’ realized Niou, dodging to the side quickly as Marui swiped out an arm in his general direction.
“Can’t be helped,” muttered Niou. He tapped Marui’s forehead lightly before heading off to the kitchen. When he returned, Marui was having an even more fitful sleep, scratching at the empty space in front of him.
Heaving out a sigh as he thought of the amount of whines and complains he would surely get after this, Niou poured the glass of water down Marui’s face in one go.
Needless to say, Marui shot up so quickly, with Niou barely managing to dodge his swinging arms again. Clutching his chest tightly, Marui looked up at the smirking face of his boyfriend.
“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner, bastard?” he wheezed out, shrugging off the helpful hand patting his back. “Stupid nightmare.”
“Not even a ‘thank you’?” replied Niou, plopping himself down next to Marui. “I did save you from the extremely evil entity that threatened the tranquility of your subconscious imagination.”
Marui shook his head furiously, causing droplets of water to hit the frowning Niou. “You caused the extremely evil entity, et cetera, et cetera.” Lying back down the now wet couch, he kicked at Niou’s right arm lightly. “Why’d you come home so late?”
“Eh, not my fault you decided to wait for me.” Niou glanced over to the shivering Marui. “You alright?”
“I’m just fine and dandy,” grumbled Marui, shifting as he felt the water seep into his shirt. “Except for the fact that I’m soaking, if you haven’t noticed.”
Niou threw a smirk over his shoulder as he stood up to grab some towels from the bathroom. “Find yourself some clothes, idiot. I’ll get the towels.”
“Well, that’s more like it,” muttered Marui, heading to the other’s bedroom. He snorted at the cleanliness of the room before rummaging Niou’s drawer for a new shirt.
“Don’t mess my clothes up!” reminded Niou as he exited the bathroom.
“Oops!” yelled Marui, already halfway through throwing the clothing over his shoulder purposefully. “That’s what you get for soaking me with water, Haru!” Laughing maniacally, he pulled on the plain gray shirt he always wore when he stayed over.
“You prat,” grumbled Niou, eyeing the pile of dishevelled shirts on his bed and on the floor. “No midnight snacks for you, Maru.” He gathered all the shirts up as Marui whined pathetically on the floor.
“I’ll help you fold ‘em up again!” offered Marui, a bit miffed that Niou hadn’t lost his cool. “Or I’ll sleep in the couch, yeah? I need my midnight pocky...”
Niou, dropped his clothes down a spot on the floor. “You’re sleeping with me, idiot.”
Marui beamed happily, snuggling onto Niou’s bed. “I knew you couldn’t leave your precious on the couch.”
Niou rolled his eyes exasperatedly, but the corners of his mouth twitched up. “I just don’t want you raiding all the contents of my fridge. God knows how much of a pig you become when you wake up in the middle of the night.”
“Am not,” argued Marui, tugging on Niou’s sleeve to cuddle up with him. “Besides, you totally spoil me with sweets anyway.”
“Eh, guess I do,” admitted Niou grudgingly, pulling the blanket over both of them. He kissed Marui’s forehead affectionately. “Sweet dreams. Try not to attack me in my vulnerable state of sleep, will you?”
“Che, you’re the one haunting my dreams,” retorted Marui, turning red.
“Well, nice to know I’m always on your mind.”
“Not nice when I’m seeing you lying in your own blood. In my mind.”
“...There’s no way I’d die just like that, Maru. In your mind.”
“...So there’s no way you’d jump in front of a bullet to save me? In my mind?”
“Depends on my mood, I guess.”
“You’re a sucky boyfriend, Haru.”
“I’m your sucky boyfriend, Maru. T'least I swallow, too.”
“...Che. Do I still get my midnight pocky?”
“S’long as you help me fold my clothes back tomorrow.”
EDIT: Last part was re-written a bit. =)