good days, part 2
Last part of Good Days, which I posted, uh, two years ago 8DDD;;;;; Originally made for kimby77 (s-sorry bb for taking so long DDD'8) because of the inspiration she gave me ♥ This is 3/3 of the gift fics I wrote for her, the other two being Self-Control and Just a Necklace. Continued this partly because of blufox_o7 XD; ♥
Happy reading! :D
Part 1 here. ♥
Title: Good Days, part 2
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Rating: PG-13 or T
Word Count: 2,350
Pairing: ShishiTori, ToriShishi - a little bit of AtoJi
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: In which Choutarou ponders on the natural order of things, Shishido reminds himself that he is a man, and both of them are jealous boyfriends.
g o o d d a y s
two of two
This was getting out of hand. Shishido was running around waging war on everything that moved (and even those that didn’t) and Choutarou was a walking brick wall. You had to scream in front of him just to make him notice that you were there right in his face. This was not good for the morale of the team at all. Something obviously had to be done before news reached Sakaki and the man started punishing them all.
“Where are you going, ‘tobe?” Jiroh murmured against his pillow, blinking an eye open when he heard the click of the door as it was opened.
They were in the clubroom, which explained the pillow and the blankets because Atobe specifically ordered those for him.
Atobe turned back, looking at him. “I believe that Shishido and Ootori are still somewhere in the campus. All this drama has been going on for long enough.”
“Don’t worry about them,” Jiroh managed to let out through a yawn. “They’re big kids now,” he said, grinning sleepily to himself at the joke. He stretched his arm out towards the other occupant of the room.
“Hardly,” Atobe drawled out, not moving from his spot. “It’s been weeks now, Jiroh.” He turned away, signaling the end of the conversation and moved to leave the room.
Jiroh fell from the bench to the ground with a loud thud.
Atobe’s eyes widened. He was kneeling beside Jiroh in an instant, searching for Jiroh’s head amidst the sea of blankets, but he never got to succeed because a hand gripped his shirt, and Jiroh used his other hand to take the blankets off his head himself.
Then he promptly laid his head on Atobe’s thigh, closing his eyes with a contented murmur.
Atobe frowned. “Jiroh -“
“They must really, really love each other, ‘tobe,” Jiroh said, remembering Choutarou’s smile whenever he would say Shishido’s name. “So they’re gonna fix stuff by themselves.”
Atobe looked at Jiroh’s form, sprawled half on the floor and half on his lap. The area around his eyes was a little darker than usual (Atobe would know - he stared at Jiroh often after all) which indicated that he was worried as well, up to the point that he wasn’t getting enough sleep than he was supposed to (which was ironic, but true) - but Atobe knew that it wasn’t just their doubles pair that Jiroh was worried about.
Sighing, Atobe gently moved Jiroh’s head aside so that he could sit on the floor. He leaned his back on the bench, before gently placing Jiroh’s head on his lap yet again. Jiroh’s hair felt soft beneath his fingers.
Atobe hadn’t been around as much as he wanted to be, and he knew Jiroh was starting to feel lonely, but the student council had been bugging him way too much and he simply couldn’t refuse but this…
“I’ll stay, Jiroh,” he murmured, watching as Jiroh’s lips slowly turned upwards.
Jiroh’s eyes stayed closed, but he snuggled closer to the other as much as he could. “They’re gonna defy the natural order, you know,” he said. He sounded a lot more cheerful now than before, and Atobe smiled, satisfied and letting his thoughts remain unsaid.
So will we.
iii
Somehow, Choutarou’s backpack felt really, really heavy. Choutarou was used to bringing heavy baggage, especially since tennis bags, inclusive of its contents, weren’t known to be lightweight, but today, his shoulder kind of hurt just bringing his backpack around and all it contained were his English book and the box of chocolate that Jiroh gave him yesterday.
In his frustration yesterday, before he knew it, he had all but already devoured the box meant for him. The box meant for Shishido taunted him the whole night after that.
It wasn’t that Choutarou loved chocolate. Actually, he rather hated it because since his birthday coincided with Valentine’s Day, all of the gifts he receives were connected to chocolate in one way or another. But right now, he really, really felt like eating that box of chocolates.
Probably because it was from some nameless girl, and most definitely because it was for Shishido.
And Shishido was even absent today during morning practice.
Choutarou sulked. He shook his head, slapping himself lightly as he walked towards the music room. Guilt and self-hate flooded through him because why would he even think like that? Of course Shishido-san had the right to eat these chocolates for himself. They were for him after all! It would be petty to keep this to himself just because of his insecurities.
But it was really, really tempting.
Really, today was not a good day at all.
iii
Shishido hated chocolate. He loathed it. As of this moment, it was the very bane of his existence.
But he was extra careful of his backpack today because it contained the chocolate that he spent all night making.
Shishido also hated cooking.
Actually, right now, he hated a lot of things.
This had better be worth it, because this day hadn’t started out good at all. His brother was being an ass, as was usual, and didn't even bother to check up on him to see if he was awake -- which he wasn't after spending all night wrestling with the oven.
He didn’t even make it in time for morning practice! Atobe would have his head this afternoon. If not him, then Kantoku. If the gods forgive him and miraculously make Atobe and Kantoku gracious today, then Gakuto would be hanging all over his ass and laughing at his face.
At least he still had enough time before first period.
Oh, how wonderful his life is.
But, he figured as he made his way towards the music room, he had Choutarou and a Choutarou was enough to make all black clouds evaporate.
Still, today was not a good day at all.
iii
Standing outside the music room was Shishido, the box of white chocolates in hand and looking torn. He stepped forward. Then backward. Forward. Backward. Two steps forward. Two steps backward. One more step backward.
Shishido slammed his head against the wall opposite the door. The sound his skull made when it came in contact with the cement was satisfying, even if the very painful ache coming from the top of his head was not. He glared at the chocolates, blaming it for all the self-pity and self-hate he was currently feeling right now.
Actually, he had half a mind to blame those girls, but Shishido was a man and a man never blames girls. Even if it was their fault. It’s the manly code of manliness.
Shishido thought about how pitiful he must have looked right now. He sighed mournfully. If only this wasn’t Choutarou…
Except it was, so Shishido sucked it up.
He turned back to the door.
A faint melody drifted to his ears, and Shishido sucked in his breath. Somehow, whenever Choutarou would play the piano, no matter what piece he played, it would still have that essence of him. Right now, the melody had so much of ‘Choutarou’ in it that it made Shishido’s nerves calm down somewhat, because that had always been the effect of Choutarou’s piano on him.
Choutarou had always been expressive. Not blatantly so, but he was. Then again, maybe it was Shishido who was just observant. In tennis, his drawings, even the slightest rise and fall of the edges of his lips, and his music… most especially his music.
You could instantly tell what he was feeling through his music, even if he himself wasn’t sure what he was feeling yet.
And right now Choutarou was feeling miserable. It was a flowing melody, andante, but something felt off.
Shishido frowned.
‘Choutarou’ and ‘miserable’ never did quite fit together. It just wasn’t right.
The box of chocolates in his hand felt lighter somewhat. He looked at it, and decided.
He opened the door.
The music stopped.
Choutarou looked surprised. “Sh-Shishido-san!”
Shishido couldn’t help it. His words were in the form of grumbles as he walked towards the piano in the corner of the room. “What the hell are you so sad about?” he let out, low under his breath. It’s more of a statement than a question and Shishido felt awkward so he slipped the box in his pocket instead.
Choutarou’s eyes slid towards it and his face fell. “Ah, Shishido-san…” he took a deep breath. It’s now or never. “Some girls, ah, wanted to give this to you…” he said, rummaging through his bag beside him. It took all of his willpower not to say that through gritted teeth. He felt utterly horrible feeling like this since it was like he was doing something bad towards Shishido-san and the girls, so he offered the heart-shaped box towards his sempai, forcing himself to smile.
He was good at that, since he had to attend numerous formal parties as a child and could not show any kind of misbehavior at all times. Even through adolescence, he stayed distantly polite. Still, he may be good at acting, but Shishido was also good at reading him.
“The chocolates might be a little melted… Sorry for only giving it to you now,” Choutarou said, earnestly. He meant his apology. He felt nervous and probably looked like it too.
“Now?” Shishido blinked, taking the box from his kohai and looking at it with a raised eyebrow. Well, this heart-shaped box totally ruined the atmosphere. How was he going to present his little gift to Choutarou now without being so utterly lame? “When was this given to you?”
Choutarou’s face colored. “Ah… Two days ago?”
Shishido blinked. Why did it take so long for Choutarou to give this to him then? After all, they had morning and afternoon practice, plus all their breaks together. Choutarou forgetting the box at home yesterday was no option, since he had no reason to take the box from his bag.
He blinked again.
Then thought that maybe his and Choutarou’s train of thought weren’t that far from each other.
Shishido groaned, smacking his forehead onto his palm.
Choutarou panicked. “I-I-I’m sorry, S-Shishido-san! I r-really meant to give it you, it’s just that, uh, well...” Choutarou trailed off nervously, looking to the side and trying to bring himself to lie but just couldn’t, especially not to Shishido-san. “I, uh, sort of, uh, didn’t… want… to…” he finished, guiltily and defeatedly. He hung his head and closed his eyes tightly, waiting for his sempai to reprimand him or scold him except it never came.
When he opened his eyes, a box of chocolate was in front of his eyes, this time a thin, rectangular shape. With all this chocolate fiasco, he was starting to develop a fear for chocolates and chocolate boxes and basically anything that had anything to do with chocolate. He eyed the box warily. “Uhm?”
Shishido waved the box in front of him, as if telling him to hurry up and get it already. He scowled, but more to himself. “This is totally not the right moment for this,” he muttered, feeling lame and awkward and just generally embarrassed. “Here, it’s yours.”
Choutarou took it almost hesitantly. “Uhm… Who’s it from?”
Shishido flushed ten kinds of red, looking indignant. “Me, of course! From whom did you think it was?!” he grumbled, wishing he had his cap on so he could pull it down over his face. He fidgeted in his position. “I mean, if some girl asked me to give you chocolates, I’d have hidden it and eaten it myself. Lame, I know, and totally mean but -“
Choutarou kissed him.
Surprised, Shishido fell back, but Choutarou’s arms wound around him and pulled him close so Shishido forgot all about falling and just clutched at the back of Choutarou’s shirt and kissed back.
Mm, totally made almost burning the skin of his finger because of the chocolates yesterday.
When they pulled away, Shishido was out of breath and Choutarou, face totally red, was looking just a little bit shy. “Ah, s-sorry, Shishido-san,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “I got carried away.”
Shishido frowned and pulled at Choutarou’s tie, hard. “Don’t act like a saint now, Choutarou,” he muttered against his kohai’s lips before going back to their kiss.
Shishido was determined to let out all of the stress this whole chocolate fiasco had given him and Choutarou’s surprised squeak when Shishido licked the length of his bottom lip made him satisfied somewhat.
“I know you don’t like chocolates,” Shishido said when he pulled away, slightly breathless. He motioned towards the box he made, and shrugged, looking almost nervous. “But I thought it might still count for something.”
The smile Choutarou gave him was absolutely blinding. “It does.”
Shishido smiled back. “Good.”
Choutarou sat back on the piano bench, his sempai following suit. He slowly untied the ribbon around the rectangular box, setting it aside before finally taking off the lid.
He laughed.
Shishido looked indignant. “Hey!”
Choutarou grinned, wide and meaningful. “You made this?”
Shishido flushed. “It’s that obvious, huh?” he grumbled out, subtly sliding his eyes sideward to look at his invention. They were supposed to be… square. It just went horribly out of proportion. (They did not even look like circles.)
“It is,” Choutarou replied and Shishido turned to exclaim his indignation (and hide his humiliation), but Choutarou’s smile stopped him. It made Shishido stare and his breath get caught in his throat, because that’s what a smile’s supposed to be.
And all those stress about the girls and the chocolates and everything else were gone just like that, and Shishido thought that if he can see Choutarou smile like that, then maybe having bad days once in a while isn’t so bad.
They ate their chocolates together and had both of their stomachs hurt afterwards, and Shishido’s geki dasa daze got stuck in his throat because Choutarou beat him to it with a cheeky, little grin.
Then the bell rang, signaling the start of the first period.
So okay, Shishido decided.
Maybe today was a good day after all.
e n d
I'm sorry for typos and if the writing style of the first part differs from this XD; It's been two years after all XD;
There's an AtoJi spinoff over here. :D
Comments and concrit are very much loved and appreciated~ *A* ♥♥
Happy reading! :D
Part 1 here. ♥
Title: Good Days, part 2
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Rating: PG-13 or T
Word Count: 2,350
Pairing: ShishiTori, ToriShishi - a little bit of AtoJi
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: In which Choutarou ponders on the natural order of things, Shishido reminds himself that he is a man, and both of them are jealous boyfriends.
g o o d d a y s
two of two
This was getting out of hand. Shishido was running around waging war on everything that moved (and even those that didn’t) and Choutarou was a walking brick wall. You had to scream in front of him just to make him notice that you were there right in his face. This was not good for the morale of the team at all. Something obviously had to be done before news reached Sakaki and the man started punishing them all.
“Where are you going, ‘tobe?” Jiroh murmured against his pillow, blinking an eye open when he heard the click of the door as it was opened.
They were in the clubroom, which explained the pillow and the blankets because Atobe specifically ordered those for him.
Atobe turned back, looking at him. “I believe that Shishido and Ootori are still somewhere in the campus. All this drama has been going on for long enough.”
“Don’t worry about them,” Jiroh managed to let out through a yawn. “They’re big kids now,” he said, grinning sleepily to himself at the joke. He stretched his arm out towards the other occupant of the room.
“Hardly,” Atobe drawled out, not moving from his spot. “It’s been weeks now, Jiroh.” He turned away, signaling the end of the conversation and moved to leave the room.
Jiroh fell from the bench to the ground with a loud thud.
Atobe’s eyes widened. He was kneeling beside Jiroh in an instant, searching for Jiroh’s head amidst the sea of blankets, but he never got to succeed because a hand gripped his shirt, and Jiroh used his other hand to take the blankets off his head himself.
Then he promptly laid his head on Atobe’s thigh, closing his eyes with a contented murmur.
Atobe frowned. “Jiroh -“
“They must really, really love each other, ‘tobe,” Jiroh said, remembering Choutarou’s smile whenever he would say Shishido’s name. “So they’re gonna fix stuff by themselves.”
Atobe looked at Jiroh’s form, sprawled half on the floor and half on his lap. The area around his eyes was a little darker than usual (Atobe would know - he stared at Jiroh often after all) which indicated that he was worried as well, up to the point that he wasn’t getting enough sleep than he was supposed to (which was ironic, but true) - but Atobe knew that it wasn’t just their doubles pair that Jiroh was worried about.
Sighing, Atobe gently moved Jiroh’s head aside so that he could sit on the floor. He leaned his back on the bench, before gently placing Jiroh’s head on his lap yet again. Jiroh’s hair felt soft beneath his fingers.
Atobe hadn’t been around as much as he wanted to be, and he knew Jiroh was starting to feel lonely, but the student council had been bugging him way too much and he simply couldn’t refuse but this…
“I’ll stay, Jiroh,” he murmured, watching as Jiroh’s lips slowly turned upwards.
Jiroh’s eyes stayed closed, but he snuggled closer to the other as much as he could. “They’re gonna defy the natural order, you know,” he said. He sounded a lot more cheerful now than before, and Atobe smiled, satisfied and letting his thoughts remain unsaid.
So will we.
iii
Somehow, Choutarou’s backpack felt really, really heavy. Choutarou was used to bringing heavy baggage, especially since tennis bags, inclusive of its contents, weren’t known to be lightweight, but today, his shoulder kind of hurt just bringing his backpack around and all it contained were his English book and the box of chocolate that Jiroh gave him yesterday.
In his frustration yesterday, before he knew it, he had all but already devoured the box meant for him. The box meant for Shishido taunted him the whole night after that.
It wasn’t that Choutarou loved chocolate. Actually, he rather hated it because since his birthday coincided with Valentine’s Day, all of the gifts he receives were connected to chocolate in one way or another. But right now, he really, really felt like eating that box of chocolates.
Probably because it was from some nameless girl, and most definitely because it was for Shishido.
And Shishido was even absent today during morning practice.
Choutarou sulked. He shook his head, slapping himself lightly as he walked towards the music room. Guilt and self-hate flooded through him because why would he even think like that? Of course Shishido-san had the right to eat these chocolates for himself. They were for him after all! It would be petty to keep this to himself just because of his insecurities.
But it was really, really tempting.
Really, today was not a good day at all.
iii
Shishido hated chocolate. He loathed it. As of this moment, it was the very bane of his existence.
But he was extra careful of his backpack today because it contained the chocolate that he spent all night making.
Shishido also hated cooking.
Actually, right now, he hated a lot of things.
This had better be worth it, because this day hadn’t started out good at all. His brother was being an ass, as was usual, and didn't even bother to check up on him to see if he was awake -- which he wasn't after spending all night wrestling with the oven.
He didn’t even make it in time for morning practice! Atobe would have his head this afternoon. If not him, then Kantoku. If the gods forgive him and miraculously make Atobe and Kantoku gracious today, then Gakuto would be hanging all over his ass and laughing at his face.
At least he still had enough time before first period.
Oh, how wonderful his life is.
But, he figured as he made his way towards the music room, he had Choutarou and a Choutarou was enough to make all black clouds evaporate.
Still, today was not a good day at all.
iii
Standing outside the music room was Shishido, the box of white chocolates in hand and looking torn. He stepped forward. Then backward. Forward. Backward. Two steps forward. Two steps backward. One more step backward.
Shishido slammed his head against the wall opposite the door. The sound his skull made when it came in contact with the cement was satisfying, even if the very painful ache coming from the top of his head was not. He glared at the chocolates, blaming it for all the self-pity and self-hate he was currently feeling right now.
Actually, he had half a mind to blame those girls, but Shishido was a man and a man never blames girls. Even if it was their fault. It’s the manly code of manliness.
Shishido thought about how pitiful he must have looked right now. He sighed mournfully. If only this wasn’t Choutarou…
Except it was, so Shishido sucked it up.
He turned back to the door.
A faint melody drifted to his ears, and Shishido sucked in his breath. Somehow, whenever Choutarou would play the piano, no matter what piece he played, it would still have that essence of him. Right now, the melody had so much of ‘Choutarou’ in it that it made Shishido’s nerves calm down somewhat, because that had always been the effect of Choutarou’s piano on him.
Choutarou had always been expressive. Not blatantly so, but he was. Then again, maybe it was Shishido who was just observant. In tennis, his drawings, even the slightest rise and fall of the edges of his lips, and his music… most especially his music.
You could instantly tell what he was feeling through his music, even if he himself wasn’t sure what he was feeling yet.
And right now Choutarou was feeling miserable. It was a flowing melody, andante, but something felt off.
Shishido frowned.
‘Choutarou’ and ‘miserable’ never did quite fit together. It just wasn’t right.
The box of chocolates in his hand felt lighter somewhat. He looked at it, and decided.
He opened the door.
The music stopped.
Choutarou looked surprised. “Sh-Shishido-san!”
Shishido couldn’t help it. His words were in the form of grumbles as he walked towards the piano in the corner of the room. “What the hell are you so sad about?” he let out, low under his breath. It’s more of a statement than a question and Shishido felt awkward so he slipped the box in his pocket instead.
Choutarou’s eyes slid towards it and his face fell. “Ah, Shishido-san…” he took a deep breath. It’s now or never. “Some girls, ah, wanted to give this to you…” he said, rummaging through his bag beside him. It took all of his willpower not to say that through gritted teeth. He felt utterly horrible feeling like this since it was like he was doing something bad towards Shishido-san and the girls, so he offered the heart-shaped box towards his sempai, forcing himself to smile.
He was good at that, since he had to attend numerous formal parties as a child and could not show any kind of misbehavior at all times. Even through adolescence, he stayed distantly polite. Still, he may be good at acting, but Shishido was also good at reading him.
“The chocolates might be a little melted… Sorry for only giving it to you now,” Choutarou said, earnestly. He meant his apology. He felt nervous and probably looked like it too.
“Now?” Shishido blinked, taking the box from his kohai and looking at it with a raised eyebrow. Well, this heart-shaped box totally ruined the atmosphere. How was he going to present his little gift to Choutarou now without being so utterly lame? “When was this given to you?”
Choutarou’s face colored. “Ah… Two days ago?”
Shishido blinked. Why did it take so long for Choutarou to give this to him then? After all, they had morning and afternoon practice, plus all their breaks together. Choutarou forgetting the box at home yesterday was no option, since he had no reason to take the box from his bag.
He blinked again.
Then thought that maybe his and Choutarou’s train of thought weren’t that far from each other.
Shishido groaned, smacking his forehead onto his palm.
Choutarou panicked. “I-I-I’m sorry, S-Shishido-san! I r-really meant to give it you, it’s just that, uh, well...” Choutarou trailed off nervously, looking to the side and trying to bring himself to lie but just couldn’t, especially not to Shishido-san. “I, uh, sort of, uh, didn’t… want… to…” he finished, guiltily and defeatedly. He hung his head and closed his eyes tightly, waiting for his sempai to reprimand him or scold him except it never came.
When he opened his eyes, a box of chocolate was in front of his eyes, this time a thin, rectangular shape. With all this chocolate fiasco, he was starting to develop a fear for chocolates and chocolate boxes and basically anything that had anything to do with chocolate. He eyed the box warily. “Uhm?”
Shishido waved the box in front of him, as if telling him to hurry up and get it already. He scowled, but more to himself. “This is totally not the right moment for this,” he muttered, feeling lame and awkward and just generally embarrassed. “Here, it’s yours.”
Choutarou took it almost hesitantly. “Uhm… Who’s it from?”
Shishido flushed ten kinds of red, looking indignant. “Me, of course! From whom did you think it was?!” he grumbled, wishing he had his cap on so he could pull it down over his face. He fidgeted in his position. “I mean, if some girl asked me to give you chocolates, I’d have hidden it and eaten it myself. Lame, I know, and totally mean but -“
Choutarou kissed him.
Surprised, Shishido fell back, but Choutarou’s arms wound around him and pulled him close so Shishido forgot all about falling and just clutched at the back of Choutarou’s shirt and kissed back.
Mm, totally made almost burning the skin of his finger because of the chocolates yesterday.
When they pulled away, Shishido was out of breath and Choutarou, face totally red, was looking just a little bit shy. “Ah, s-sorry, Shishido-san,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “I got carried away.”
Shishido frowned and pulled at Choutarou’s tie, hard. “Don’t act like a saint now, Choutarou,” he muttered against his kohai’s lips before going back to their kiss.
Shishido was determined to let out all of the stress this whole chocolate fiasco had given him and Choutarou’s surprised squeak when Shishido licked the length of his bottom lip made him satisfied somewhat.
“I know you don’t like chocolates,” Shishido said when he pulled away, slightly breathless. He motioned towards the box he made, and shrugged, looking almost nervous. “But I thought it might still count for something.”
The smile Choutarou gave him was absolutely blinding. “It does.”
Shishido smiled back. “Good.”
Choutarou sat back on the piano bench, his sempai following suit. He slowly untied the ribbon around the rectangular box, setting it aside before finally taking off the lid.
He laughed.
Shishido looked indignant. “Hey!”
Choutarou grinned, wide and meaningful. “You made this?”
Shishido flushed. “It’s that obvious, huh?” he grumbled out, subtly sliding his eyes sideward to look at his invention. They were supposed to be… square. It just went horribly out of proportion. (They did not even look like circles.)
“It is,” Choutarou replied and Shishido turned to exclaim his indignation (and hide his humiliation), but Choutarou’s smile stopped him. It made Shishido stare and his breath get caught in his throat, because that’s what a smile’s supposed to be.
And all those stress about the girls and the chocolates and everything else were gone just like that, and Shishido thought that if he can see Choutarou smile like that, then maybe having bad days once in a while isn’t so bad.
They ate their chocolates together and had both of their stomachs hurt afterwards, and Shishido’s geki dasa daze got stuck in his throat because Choutarou beat him to it with a cheeky, little grin.
Then the bell rang, signaling the start of the first period.
So okay, Shishido decided.
Maybe today was a good day after all.
e n d
I'm sorry for typos and if the writing style of the first part differs from this XD; It's been two years after all XD;
There's an AtoJi spinoff over here. :D
Comments and concrit are very much loved and appreciated~ *A* ♥♥