Sooo I didn't study XD
BUT I did manage to write my Atobe ficlet for tumbleberry
I hope you enjoy it~~! Even if some Adorable Pair did slip into this X3
Disclaimer: Once more, I don't own Prince of Tennis and I find it cruel that I must write it so many times.
Be awed by Ore-sama's pillow-prowess
Atobe Keigo was sitting in room 210 of the tennis training facility. His shared four person room.
Why such a person as himself was sharing personal space with so many was beyond even his brilliance and Insight. The only explanation that he could come up with is that the coaches were hoping that his obvious prowess would inspire others to try and match his own - not that such commoners would be able to do so, really, but he couldn't help that-
Thud.
The soft sounding thuds coupled with the heavy footsteps of the other athletes interrupted his train of thought. Now that he was more aware of it, how did he manage to ignore the ridiculous calls and remarks for so long?
"Ahn… a pillow fight has begun?"
At the very least, Atobe thought to himself, Ore-sama can be sure that none of the Hyoutei Regulars were the cause of this… unsightly display.
Just as he was about to turn back to his thoughts, Jirou came bounding in through the door of the shared room and nearly crashing into Minami in the process.
"Jirou? What are you-?"
"Atobe, Atobe~! Why are you still in your room? We need to go help Shishido and Ootori!" Jirou was bouncing on the balls of his feet, out of excitement or impatience Atobe couldn't tell, clutching one of the standard issued pillows to his chest.
"Stand still, Jirou. Now tell Ore-sama what our doubles one pair has to do with this," Atobe demanded, smirking as Jirou tried to stay still. The smirk faded, however, when Jirou merrily switched to twisting the pillow around instead.
"Shishido and Ootori challenged Seigaku's Golden Pair to a pillow fight to see who the real Golden Pair was, and then some others tried to help them and then they hit that big scary guy from Yamabuki and… what's wrong Atobe?" Jirou paused mid-gush when he noticed the darkening look and frown on his buchou's face.
After a moment of silence, Atobe looked back at Jirou from his perch from his top bunk (as if Ore-sama would sleep beneath anyone - how absurd).
"So you're telling Ore-sama that not only did Shishido and Ootori start this ridiculous pillow war, but they could not beat Seigaku without help from other clubs?" Atobe shook his head in disbelief. "Sadly, Ore-sama could expect as much from Shishido, but from Ootori as well?"
It was then that Atobe noticed that Jirou had stopped bouncing and playing with the pillow. Instead, Jirou had hung his head low, pillow loosely held by his side.
"You mean… you don't like pillow fights, Atobe?"
Atobe had the overwhelming sensation that he had just kicked a puppy. And then left it on the side of a road or something as equally cruel. Jirou's voice was quiet, no where near its usual volume when excited and nothing like the sleepy tone used after being woken up. He nearly flinched when Jirou looked up, the beginnings of tears collecting in the corner of his eyes.
"Ore-sama… supposes that he could try this… pillow fight," Atobe tried to keep the disbelieving tone out of his voice for what he was suggesting. As well as pointedly ignoring the amused looks and sniggers of his roommates.
In an instant the tears were gone and Jirou was back to bouncing on the tips of his toes again so quickly that even Atobe had to pause at the sudden switch.
"Yatta! C'mon Kei-chan, lets show the other teams how sougoi Hyoutei is at pillow fights!" Jirou grabbed Atobe's hand and pulled him down from the bunk, Atobe still trying to work out why Jirou had called him Kei-chan of all things and, more importantly, why he didn't care.
Walking over to the door still holding Jirou's hand (purely to make sure that the boy didn't get hit by any wayward pillows, of course) and grabbing a pillow with the other, Atobe stood ready, flat out ignoring the now outright laughing boys still seated on their respective beds.
"Be in awe of Ore-sama's pillow prowess!" Atobe proclaimed, before promptly demanding that Kabaji gather more pillows as he threw both his and Jirou's pillows right into the laughing boys faces.
I hope you enjoy it~~! Even if some Adorable Pair did slip into this X3
Disclaimer: Once more, I don't own Prince of Tennis and I find it cruel that I must write it so many times.
Be awed by Ore-sama's pillow-prowess
Atobe Keigo was sitting in room 210 of the tennis training facility. His shared four person room.
Why such a person as himself was sharing personal space with so many was beyond even his brilliance and Insight. The only explanation that he could come up with is that the coaches were hoping that his obvious prowess would inspire others to try and match his own - not that such commoners would be able to do so, really, but he couldn't help that-
Thud.
The soft sounding thuds coupled with the heavy footsteps of the other athletes interrupted his train of thought. Now that he was more aware of it, how did he manage to ignore the ridiculous calls and remarks for so long?
"Ahn… a pillow fight has begun?"
At the very least, Atobe thought to himself, Ore-sama can be sure that none of the Hyoutei Regulars were the cause of this… unsightly display.
Just as he was about to turn back to his thoughts, Jirou came bounding in through the door of the shared room and nearly crashing into Minami in the process.
"Jirou? What are you-?"
"Atobe, Atobe~! Why are you still in your room? We need to go help Shishido and Ootori!" Jirou was bouncing on the balls of his feet, out of excitement or impatience Atobe couldn't tell, clutching one of the standard issued pillows to his chest.
"Stand still, Jirou. Now tell Ore-sama what our doubles one pair has to do with this," Atobe demanded, smirking as Jirou tried to stay still. The smirk faded, however, when Jirou merrily switched to twisting the pillow around instead.
"Shishido and Ootori challenged Seigaku's Golden Pair to a pillow fight to see who the real Golden Pair was, and then some others tried to help them and then they hit that big scary guy from Yamabuki and… what's wrong Atobe?" Jirou paused mid-gush when he noticed the darkening look and frown on his buchou's face.
After a moment of silence, Atobe looked back at Jirou from his perch from his top bunk (as if Ore-sama would sleep beneath anyone - how absurd).
"So you're telling Ore-sama that not only did Shishido and Ootori start this ridiculous pillow war, but they could not beat Seigaku without help from other clubs?" Atobe shook his head in disbelief. "Sadly, Ore-sama could expect as much from Shishido, but from Ootori as well?"
It was then that Atobe noticed that Jirou had stopped bouncing and playing with the pillow. Instead, Jirou had hung his head low, pillow loosely held by his side.
"You mean… you don't like pillow fights, Atobe?"
Atobe had the overwhelming sensation that he had just kicked a puppy. And then left it on the side of a road or something as equally cruel. Jirou's voice was quiet, no where near its usual volume when excited and nothing like the sleepy tone used after being woken up. He nearly flinched when Jirou looked up, the beginnings of tears collecting in the corner of his eyes.
"Ore-sama… supposes that he could try this… pillow fight," Atobe tried to keep the disbelieving tone out of his voice for what he was suggesting. As well as pointedly ignoring the amused looks and sniggers of his roommates.
In an instant the tears were gone and Jirou was back to bouncing on the tips of his toes again so quickly that even Atobe had to pause at the sudden switch.
"Yatta! C'mon Kei-chan, lets show the other teams how sougoi Hyoutei is at pillow fights!" Jirou grabbed Atobe's hand and pulled him down from the bunk, Atobe still trying to work out why Jirou had called him Kei-chan of all things and, more importantly, why he didn't care.
Walking over to the door still holding Jirou's hand (purely to make sure that the boy didn't get hit by any wayward pillows, of course) and grabbing a pillow with the other, Atobe stood ready, flat out ignoring the now outright laughing boys still seated on their respective beds.
"Be in awe of Ore-sama's pillow prowess!" Atobe proclaimed, before promptly demanding that Kabaji gather more pillows as he threw both his and Jirou's pillows right into the laughing boys faces.