[fic] Fed (PoT, ShishidoKirihara)
Title: Fed
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shishido Ryou X Kirihara Akaya
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: #5 of my 5 crackfics. I'm done! And I think this one was my favorite. ^^
Fed
A smile tugged as Shishido Ryou's lips as he watched his partner spreading out a blanket on a grassy patch of ground, smoothing it out before deeming the job acceptable and setting a large basket on one corner, sitting beside it and effectively wrinkling the blanket.
Sometimes, he thought, Ohtori Choutarou was just plain silly. Really, boys their age didn't go on picnics together, it was odd. But Ohtori had wanted to plan something fun for the day, and this was just the first on his list of things to do.
"Shishido-san, come on!" he called, his voice lilting with the smile he wore, feeling like sunshine as it wrapped around Shishido like something tangible.
As dorky as the idea of a picnic was, Shishido couldn't refuse that tone. He'd never been able to.
"Yeah, I'm coming." Mindful of where Ohtori was currently unpacking their lunch, Shishido situated himself on the blanket. He watched as the other boy took a wrapped plate out of the basket and placed it between them, mumbling, "It should still be warm..." as he removed the covering.
He shouldn't have felt surprised by the stack of cheese sandwiches, because it was so like Ohtori to prepare Shishido's favorite food instead of something he himself favored, but he raised an eyebrow regardless.
"Choutarou..." His tone was half warning and half awe as he shook his head.
"Yes, Shishido-san?" Ohtori asked, eyes wide and innocent.
Before Shishido could protest his partner's selflessness a voice called out, "Yo, Hyotei-tachi! What's going on?"
Both boys turned to see Kirihara Akaya standing a couple yards away, watching them with a smirk. His eyes dropped to the plate on the blanket, and his expression changed into a pout as he stepped forward. "Can I have one?" he begged.
Shishido was about to tell the Rikkai imp to bug off, but Kirihara lunged at the sandwiches. Using reflexes honed on Ohtori's scud serve, Shishido lifted the plate and held it above his head, shoving at Kirihara with his free hand. "Go away, you freak!" he admonished. "You can't just steal other peoples' food!"
Kirihara reached up, attempting to grab the plate. He couldn't quite reach, so he climbed up Shishido, knocking them both over, and the older boy was too busy making sure the food was safe to deal with the boy sprawled atop him. Half a sandwich fell onto the blanket next to Shishido's shoulder, and Kirihara snatched it, shoving as much of it into his mouth as he could fit just in case Shishido tried to take his prize away.
"You brat," Shishido grumbled, his face scrunched up on disgust at Kirihara's lack of eating manners. "Get off of me!"
"Now, now, Shishido-san," Ohtori broke in, trying to soothe his senpai, "there are enough sandwiches to spare one for Kirihara-kun."
Realizing that he was being allowed to keep the sandwich, Kirihara kneeled up and finished the half he held as Shishido righted himself and placed the plate back on the ground. With a smirk in Shishido's direction, Kirihara grabbed the other half of his sandwich and turned to the silver-haired boy. "Thank you, uh..." He took a bite in the silence as he tried to come up with a name and failed.
"Ohtori," both boys answered, Shishido's voice much sharper than his partner's.
"Ohtori-kun," Kirihara repeated, an impish grin on his face. His eyes narrowed in distrust as he focused on Shishido while finishing the sandwich, then he sprang onto his feet. Leaning over, he hugged Ohtori tightly, nuzzling his face intot he crook of the taller boy's neck for a moment before straightening and bolting off, a "Bye!" called over his shoulder.
Staring after the mischievous boy, Shishido gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists. "That bastard-!"
Ohtori's warm hand on his own stopped the angry diatribe, the words dissolving away as his gaze moved to take in the gentle expression on his partner's face. "Let's just enjoy our lunch, Shishido-san," was all Ohtori said, a small smile curving the corners of his lips. He retracted his hand and gestured to the plate.
Returning the smile, Shishido murmured an "Itadakimasu" and picked up a sandwich.
~ ~ ~
Done! ::pokes Mel and Kat::
This kind of ended up being ShishidoXKiriharaXOhtori.... ^^;; It also was waaaay longer than the other 4, but oh well! I couldn't think of anything to bring Shishido and Kirihara together (other than, well, tennis) and then one night the thought came to me: cheese sandwiches.
And now I have a Shishido muse. >.> He and my Oshitari muse sometimes get along.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shishido Ryou X Kirihara Akaya
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: #5 of my 5 crackfics. I'm done! And I think this one was my favorite. ^^
Fed
A smile tugged as Shishido Ryou's lips as he watched his partner spreading out a blanket on a grassy patch of ground, smoothing it out before deeming the job acceptable and setting a large basket on one corner, sitting beside it and effectively wrinkling the blanket.
Sometimes, he thought, Ohtori Choutarou was just plain silly. Really, boys their age didn't go on picnics together, it was odd. But Ohtori had wanted to plan something fun for the day, and this was just the first on his list of things to do.
"Shishido-san, come on!" he called, his voice lilting with the smile he wore, feeling like sunshine as it wrapped around Shishido like something tangible.
As dorky as the idea of a picnic was, Shishido couldn't refuse that tone. He'd never been able to.
"Yeah, I'm coming." Mindful of where Ohtori was currently unpacking their lunch, Shishido situated himself on the blanket. He watched as the other boy took a wrapped plate out of the basket and placed it between them, mumbling, "It should still be warm..." as he removed the covering.
He shouldn't have felt surprised by the stack of cheese sandwiches, because it was so like Ohtori to prepare Shishido's favorite food instead of something he himself favored, but he raised an eyebrow regardless.
"Choutarou..." His tone was half warning and half awe as he shook his head.
"Yes, Shishido-san?" Ohtori asked, eyes wide and innocent.
Before Shishido could protest his partner's selflessness a voice called out, "Yo, Hyotei-tachi! What's going on?"
Both boys turned to see Kirihara Akaya standing a couple yards away, watching them with a smirk. His eyes dropped to the plate on the blanket, and his expression changed into a pout as he stepped forward. "Can I have one?" he begged.
Shishido was about to tell the Rikkai imp to bug off, but Kirihara lunged at the sandwiches. Using reflexes honed on Ohtori's scud serve, Shishido lifted the plate and held it above his head, shoving at Kirihara with his free hand. "Go away, you freak!" he admonished. "You can't just steal other peoples' food!"
Kirihara reached up, attempting to grab the plate. He couldn't quite reach, so he climbed up Shishido, knocking them both over, and the older boy was too busy making sure the food was safe to deal with the boy sprawled atop him. Half a sandwich fell onto the blanket next to Shishido's shoulder, and Kirihara snatched it, shoving as much of it into his mouth as he could fit just in case Shishido tried to take his prize away.
"You brat," Shishido grumbled, his face scrunched up on disgust at Kirihara's lack of eating manners. "Get off of me!"
"Now, now, Shishido-san," Ohtori broke in, trying to soothe his senpai, "there are enough sandwiches to spare one for Kirihara-kun."
Realizing that he was being allowed to keep the sandwich, Kirihara kneeled up and finished the half he held as Shishido righted himself and placed the plate back on the ground. With a smirk in Shishido's direction, Kirihara grabbed the other half of his sandwich and turned to the silver-haired boy. "Thank you, uh..." He took a bite in the silence as he tried to come up with a name and failed.
"Ohtori," both boys answered, Shishido's voice much sharper than his partner's.
"Ohtori-kun," Kirihara repeated, an impish grin on his face. His eyes narrowed in distrust as he focused on Shishido while finishing the sandwich, then he sprang onto his feet. Leaning over, he hugged Ohtori tightly, nuzzling his face intot he crook of the taller boy's neck for a moment before straightening and bolting off, a "Bye!" called over his shoulder.
Staring after the mischievous boy, Shishido gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists. "That bastard-!"
Ohtori's warm hand on his own stopped the angry diatribe, the words dissolving away as his gaze moved to take in the gentle expression on his partner's face. "Let's just enjoy our lunch, Shishido-san," was all Ohtori said, a small smile curving the corners of his lips. He retracted his hand and gestured to the plate.
Returning the smile, Shishido murmured an "Itadakimasu" and picked up a sandwich.
~ ~ ~
Done! ::pokes Mel and Kat::
This kind of ended up being ShishidoXKiriharaXOhtori.... ^^;; It also was waaaay longer than the other 4, but oh well! I couldn't think of anything to bring Shishido and Kirihara together (other than, well, tennis) and then one night the thought came to me: cheese sandwiches.
And now I have a Shishido muse. >.> He and my Oshitari muse sometimes get along.