Prince of Tennis: Kikumaru Eiji - 019 - White
Title: The Prince: Ochibi Grew Up
Fandom: Prince of Tennis: Kikumaru Eiji
Characters: Eiji, Oishi, Kippei, Ryoma
Prompt: 019 - White
Word Count: 385
Date finished: 11/20/2006
Rating: G
Continuity: 37/100
Summary: They get a surprise when they meet Ryoma again.
Author's Notes: I couldn't resist. For two weeks before the Kantou tournament, Ryoma was supposed to drink two bottles (they looked small to me, but I don't know how much was in them) of milk, to help him grow (Inui, again). It seemed to have worked.
Disclaimer: Characters are owned by Konomi Takeshi, and whoever did the anime. At any rate, it's not me.
Eiji caught another look from Oishi, and smiled. "What?" he asked.
"It takes some getting used to," Oishi protested. "Echizen's going to be startled."
Eiji didn't ask what he was talking about, and only smiled broader as he glanced around the room where they waited to see Ryoma.
They hadn't been waiting long when Ryoma appeared in the large room where the reception was held; his match had been won so easily that anyone who didn't know him would have been startled. The three of them had known there wasn't going to be much of challenge for their former teammate / opponent at the first serve.
A stirring at the front of the room indicated that Ryoma had arrived, and seconds later, a harried looking man approached them. "Oishi Syuichiro?" he asked, and Oishi bowed. "Ah. Good. Echizen requests that you await him near the back, and he will join you as soon as he is able."
"Thank you," Oishi said, and the three of them headed to where the man had indicated.
It wasn't long - again - before Echizen joined them, and Eiji let out a soft sigh. "I can't call you Ochibi anymore," he said sadly, looking up at the taller man. "I guess Inui's milk worked."
Echizen pulled his white cap down. "Made made dane," he muttered, and Eiji grinned at him.
"You have no idea," he murmured back. "But it is good to see you."
"You looked bored," Kippei observed, and Ryoma turned to him.
"Maybe a little," he admitted.
Oishi laughed. "A little? Why only a little?"
"Ochibi's learned tact," Eiji said quietly with a smile.
Ryoma blinked at him, confused for a moment, then shook his head. "You said you couldn't call me that."
"I didn't say I wouldn't," Eiji told him, eyes wide in an innocent look.
"Kikumaru-senpai, I really don't want that getting out to the press," he said softly, and Eiji nodded.
"Very well," he said soberly.
But he couldn't help it; he was glad to see the younger player, so he'd merely drop his voice to a near whisper whenever he said "Ochibi".
"Senpai," Ryoma protested.
"Sorry," Eiji said without sounding apologetic at all. "I can't help it."
He didn't mention how much he enjoyed the relieved smile on Oishi's face.
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Fandom: Prince of Tennis: Kikumaru Eiji
Characters: Eiji, Oishi, Kippei, Ryoma
Prompt: 019 - White
Word Count: 385
Date finished: 11/20/2006
Rating: G
Continuity: 37/100
Summary: They get a surprise when they meet Ryoma again.
Author's Notes: I couldn't resist. For two weeks before the Kantou tournament, Ryoma was supposed to drink two bottles (they looked small to me, but I don't know how much was in them) of milk, to help him grow (Inui, again). It seemed to have worked.
Disclaimer: Characters are owned by Konomi Takeshi, and whoever did the anime. At any rate, it's not me.
Eiji caught another look from Oishi, and smiled. "What?" he asked.
"It takes some getting used to," Oishi protested. "Echizen's going to be startled."
Eiji didn't ask what he was talking about, and only smiled broader as he glanced around the room where they waited to see Ryoma.
They hadn't been waiting long when Ryoma appeared in the large room where the reception was held; his match had been won so easily that anyone who didn't know him would have been startled. The three of them had known there wasn't going to be much of challenge for their former teammate / opponent at the first serve.
A stirring at the front of the room indicated that Ryoma had arrived, and seconds later, a harried looking man approached them. "Oishi Syuichiro?" he asked, and Oishi bowed. "Ah. Good. Echizen requests that you await him near the back, and he will join you as soon as he is able."
"Thank you," Oishi said, and the three of them headed to where the man had indicated.
It wasn't long - again - before Echizen joined them, and Eiji let out a soft sigh. "I can't call you Ochibi anymore," he said sadly, looking up at the taller man. "I guess Inui's milk worked."
Echizen pulled his white cap down. "Made made dane," he muttered, and Eiji grinned at him.
"You have no idea," he murmured back. "But it is good to see you."
"You looked bored," Kippei observed, and Ryoma turned to him.
"Maybe a little," he admitted.
Oishi laughed. "A little? Why only a little?"
"Ochibi's learned tact," Eiji said quietly with a smile.
Ryoma blinked at him, confused for a moment, then shook his head. "You said you couldn't call me that."
"I didn't say I wouldn't," Eiji told him, eyes wide in an innocent look.
"Kikumaru-senpai, I really don't want that getting out to the press," he said softly, and Eiji nodded.
"Very well," he said soberly.
But he couldn't help it; he was glad to see the younger player, so he'd merely drop his voice to a near whisper whenever he said "Ochibi".
"Senpai," Ryoma protested.
"Sorry," Eiji said without sounding apologetic at all. "I can't help it."
He didn't mention how much he enjoyed the relieved smile on Oishi's face.
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