Drabble requests.
Ah, today is my birthday. I'm finally fifteen. :)
I took up drabble request the other day and I didn't start writing any until today. Mother has been keeping my occupied with other things. I'm still not quite finished with the other requests, but I'll make sure I have those done by Tuesday night. Hopefully.
Until then.
This is for bigi_my_yoina:
Ore-sama does not approve!" Atobe exclaimed, voice cutting through the thousands of grunts and yells that made everyone seem as if they were in agonizing pain from playing just one game.
"What are you talking about now, Atobe?" Gakuto asked, flipping his way over to Atobe and landing perfectly with a back hand-spring.
"Don't be a lameass now, Atobe," Shishido cut in, walking over with his arm wrapped around Choutarou's shoulder. "You're not even doing anything!" Which was actually true, but being Atobe, he didn't need much practice compared to the others on the team.
Atobe held up his hand, giving a quick snap.
"Kabaji," he started, nodding towards Jiroh, "Wake him up."
"Usu." Kabaji replied, ambling his way over to Jiroh who's head was halfway on the bench and halfway off.
Once Kabaji had returned with Jiroh, Atobe looked around at all the regulars who'd slowly gathered around him. Confused expressions etched on all their faces. Except Hiyoshi, who didn't look like he was actually paying attention.
"This performance is unacceptable," Atobe informed them, eyes gleaming. "Ore-sama knows exactly what you need to boost your stamina."
There was dead silence. The regulars still seemed confused as to what Atobe was talking about, but he loved that reaction. It'd make his next move even more exciting.
"Tell us what it is!" Gakuto exploded, annoyed with the look Atobe was giving them all.
"Ahn~?" Atobe's eyes widened and he grinned, bowing his head and holding up one finger. "Say 'A'!" He started.
The only response he'd gotten was from Choutarou, who was blushing in this insanely cute way and looking at Shishido wondering if he'd say it, too.
"Not good enough," Atobe scolded them all. "Give me twenty laps around the court and when Ore-sama says say 'A', you better say 'A'."
For the rest of practice, the regulars ran across the court chanting Atobe's name and Atobe? Well, he was getting the praise that he deserved.
This is for princeofwriting:
It was over between them.
Ryou-chan Shishido had never thought that Choutarou would be the one to leave him. At least not so officially. He could tell by the tremble in Choutarou's voice that everything that was once them was utterly final.
'It's just high school, Choutarou.'
'That's my point, Shishido-san! Things change.'
He'd never even got the chance to say anything to that--like how things would never change with them--before Choutarou had hung up, leaving Shishido with nothing but a dial tone. Shishido didn't hang up after that and instead, he sat there, counting the number of dial tones it would take before he cried. Five. Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
He threw the phone across the room, burying his face in his hands. His room was filled with an awkward silence, he could only hear the rapid beating of his heart.
The teardrops as they cascaded to the floor.
Wakashi? Feel like celebrating with me?
I took up drabble request the other day and I didn't start writing any until today. Mother has been keeping my occupied with other things. I'm still not quite finished with the other requests, but I'll make sure I have those done by Tuesday night. Hopefully.
Until then.
This is for bigi_my_yoina:
Ore-sama does not approve!" Atobe exclaimed, voice cutting through the thousands of grunts and yells that made everyone seem as if they were in agonizing pain from playing just one game.
"What are you talking about now, Atobe?" Gakuto asked, flipping his way over to Atobe and landing perfectly with a back hand-spring.
"Don't be a lameass now, Atobe," Shishido cut in, walking over with his arm wrapped around Choutarou's shoulder. "You're not even doing anything!" Which was actually true, but being Atobe, he didn't need much practice compared to the others on the team.
Atobe held up his hand, giving a quick snap.
"Kabaji," he started, nodding towards Jiroh, "Wake him up."
"Usu." Kabaji replied, ambling his way over to Jiroh who's head was halfway on the bench and halfway off.
Once Kabaji had returned with Jiroh, Atobe looked around at all the regulars who'd slowly gathered around him. Confused expressions etched on all their faces. Except Hiyoshi, who didn't look like he was actually paying attention.
"This performance is unacceptable," Atobe informed them, eyes gleaming. "Ore-sama knows exactly what you need to boost your stamina."
There was dead silence. The regulars still seemed confused as to what Atobe was talking about, but he loved that reaction. It'd make his next move even more exciting.
"Tell us what it is!" Gakuto exploded, annoyed with the look Atobe was giving them all.
"Ahn~?" Atobe's eyes widened and he grinned, bowing his head and holding up one finger. "Say 'A'!" He started.
The only response he'd gotten was from Choutarou, who was blushing in this insanely cute way and looking at Shishido wondering if he'd say it, too.
"Not good enough," Atobe scolded them all. "Give me twenty laps around the court and when Ore-sama says say 'A', you better say 'A'."
For the rest of practice, the regulars ran across the court chanting Atobe's name and Atobe? Well, he was getting the praise that he deserved.
This is for princeofwriting:
It was over between them.
Ryou-chan Shishido had never thought that Choutarou would be the one to leave him. At least not so officially. He could tell by the tremble in Choutarou's voice that everything that was once them was utterly final.
'It's just high school, Choutarou.'
'That's my point, Shishido-san! Things change.'
He'd never even got the chance to say anything to that--like how things would never change with them--before Choutarou had hung up, leaving Shishido with nothing but a dial tone. Shishido didn't hang up after that and instead, he sat there, counting the number of dial tones it would take before he cried. Five. Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
He threw the phone across the room, burying his face in his hands. His room was filled with an awkward silence, he could only hear the rapid beating of his heart.
The teardrops as they cascaded to the floor.
Wakashi? Feel like celebrating with me?