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It's been forever since I've updated here, but I haven't stopped writing, too many ideas just mean a few things haven't gotten finished yet. I have both the next dates for my
fanfic100 started as well as a few AU ideas kicking around along with my entry for subrosa_tennis. I'll try to update more often, as I have a few things already finished that I just need to type up, in the meantime, enjoy ^_^.
Title: None
Rating: PG
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Yuuta, Mizuki
Warnings: None
Word Count: 416
AN: Just a random drabble based off an AU idea I started forever ago. My beta got offline before this one was finished, so I apologise for any errors.
Yuuta sighed, looking longingly out the window with his chin in his hand, fingers of his other hand drumming noiselessly on the mahogany desk he was currently seated at. It had been weeks, no, more than that, it had to have been over two months by now, since he had joined the police force and night after night had been filing other men’s paperwork and, in some cases doing it, from start to finish. He had been a fresh eyed, bushy tailed youth when he had come here, but now he felt as though he’d aged twenty years. He wanted to do something, something that mattered.
He flicked a paperclip across his desk bitterly. It was just as everyone said, the cops had no clout in the city anymore; the criminals owned the place.
“Excuse me,” a voice cut into his bitter reverie, “but are you Fuji Yuuta?”
Yuuta didn’t bother to look up. “Just Yuuta’ll do, leave whatever you need done over there,” he gestured in the general direction of his “in” box.
“I didn’t come for that Yuuta-kun.”
Yuuta finally looked up, stunned momentarily as he caught dazzling navy blue eyes. “Oh . . . um . . .”
“I came here to see if you were tired of doing paper work.”
“If . . . if you’re proposing I leave the force, I think you had better leave sir,” Yuuta stammered, trying to make his voice sound authoritative when he was still just trying not to get lost in this man’s eyes.
The man laughed; a soft, feminine little chuckle. “You’re everything I’ve heard of Yuuta-kun. My name is Mizuki Hajime, and I am part of a group at the fourth precinct. Tell me Yuuta-kun, would you like to do some actual good for this city?”
Yuuta eyed the man suspiciously, but he couldn’t deny he’d heard of the rag-tag group on Detective Mizuki Hajime had pulled together just this year. “There’s not much I can do you help you Mizuki-san, and if you are looking for information about my brother-”
“You’re brother, is most certainly not who I am trying to recruit Yuuta-kun,” Mizuki said, leaning on his desk and placing his hand over the paperclip Yuuta had just sent flying. “But if you would rather stay here then . . .”
Yuuta only had to consider it for a moment, even if this Mizuki guy was just using him for his connections, anything was better than a lifetime of this.
Title: None
Rating: PG
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Kirihara, Yanagi
Warnings: None
Word Count: 338
AN:Just a random drabble based off an AU idea I started forever ago. Thanks to my beta crimson_raining!
“You still have such childish tastes Akaya.”
“Shut up Renji,” Kirihara snapped defensively, snatching the box of pocky off the counter and stuffing it into one of the deep pockets of his black trench coat. Renji had a matching coat in tan.
As they left the tiny little corner shop Kirihara fingered the box, “You still think I’m immature, don’t you Renji?”
Renji looked surprised, eyes flicking open a fraction to flit over Kirihara’s face. It was something the green eyed boy was use to. The close scrutiny of friend or enemy, neither was as piercing as Renji’s. The fact that the other rarely opened his eyes in the first place just made his looks all the more intense. “What makes you say that Akaya?”
“You’re just . . . always treating me like a kid! Not just you Yukimura, Sanada especially, Nioh too, Yagyuu if he can be bothered to talk to me or anyone else besides Nioh.”
“Yagyuu is kind of . . . distant, sometimes, but you know why that is.”
“I know, I know. I mean, that just . . . that’s just not the point!”
“Perhaps, Akaya, we will stop treating you like a child, once you stop acting like one.”
Those words stung, Kirihara had long suspected that they didn’t respect him, didn’t trust him as implicitly as they trusted one another. Having it said out loud, and this bluntly hurt, like a bullet to the shoulder that was entirely unexpected. It wasn’t fatal, but it hurt quite enough to seem that way sometimes.
Renji, the bastard, knew too, saw the hurt plain on his face and said nothing, just stood there, head cocked to one side, studying him. Hmph. Great. That was one of the three demons for you. Heartlessly cruel even to his own group.
Kirihara clenched his hand around the box of pocky, crushing it in his grip, feeling the satisfying snap of each stick as the box collapsed in his grasp.
“Something wrong, Akaya?”
Kirihara laughed, “No, nothing.”
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KKM fic - 10%
Jiroh and Fuji's Date - 20%
Yuki/Tez/Kiku Date - 50%
Random Tezuke fic - 5%
Mizuki fic - 45%
Random Miz AU- 10%
Subrosa Tennis- ?%
Smabbles - 99.9%
Data Sandwich - 76%
Request Tofu - 40%
Yuushi/Yukimura - 25%
. . . . see? told yah I started a shitload of stuff >_>