Move With Me: chpt 2
Title: Move With Me (temp title)
Author:jingy5
Chapter: 2/?
Pairing: Emerald (Inui/Kaidoh), Ah-Un and eventual Perfect (main), Golden
Genre: i like to think there's some romance in there (eventually) oh and attempted humor
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Prince of Tennis unfortunately... or is it fortunately? Either way they’re not mine... but Konomi Takeshi’s
Summary: Inspired by their teammates, these third time Olympians go all out in synchronized diving as Japan's Dream Pair. When these former gold medal gymnasts make the switch from the platform to the water, will diving bring them to discover the true depths of their hearts? Dream Pair (friendship)
A/N: OC warning! It’s the year 2000 in the beginning of the fic just so you know.
“Italics” - T.V.
Italics - thought
He was exhausted; utterly and completely exhausted. Two months of jumping and flying, splashing and of course smiling. He thought it would never end. The 2008 Beijing Olympic Team Japan tryouts where finally over! You would think he would be excited, but spending your 20th birthday, the rarest day on a calendar, being hauled around a gym from pool to performance mats, hearing your name being screeched by random girls was not exactly to his liking. Such is life he presumed since he was registering to try-out for two Olympics teams. Why is it they never hassle Eiji this much? He was doing two events as well! Is it because he and Oishi announced their relationship three months ago? If that’s all it took I would gladly announce that I’m a pansexual (1). It’s not like he would be lying.
The only up-side he found at the end of his rigorous training is that finally, finally, Tezuka-sama would be his coach; spending the next three months with the sole reason of his continued sporting career for the past 6 years, was the only pro.
“Nya Fujiko, are you listening?” the forgotten Eiji wailed “I said Oishi’s gonna be Tezuka-taichou’s 2nd in command. Isn’t that fantastic! He’ll still be able to see me pra-”
He hated that he believes this but sometimes it’s just best to block Eiji out and just nod. He can’t help but be jealous though with the way Eiji flaunts around with Oishi daily. It may not be intentional but doesn’t hurt any less. He just-
“Fuji Syusuke-kun you’re up. Please go to fitting room nine and let us know if any adjustments are necessary”
“Hai” He replied pleasantly. Damn it why is everybody disrupting my thought process today.
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The Gymnast’s body suit made his lean muscles stand out more, giving a slight edge to his feminine looks. The color scheme wasn’t too bad either. The white and blue would truly compliment his eyes if he ever chose to reveal them. It seemed that those were team Japan’s official colors because his jump suit followed a similar striped pattern. Even his Speedos were blue with one white stripe going from his left hip to, embarrassingly enough, his inner right thigh, curving just right over his member. Hmmm, maybe I can talk Eiji into helping me convince them that we need tights or even short-shorts instead.
He was so busy contemplating ways of changing the wardrobe that he didn’t notice the raving narcissist heading his way until he was rudely shoved aside into some poor attendant.
“Why aren’t these stripes purple? Ore-sama demands to know who is in charge here! I specifically told my designers that grey and purple are to be my teams’ trademark theme!”
A sharp, deep, and oh so alluring voice echoed throughout the hall, causing those tiny little hairs on everyone’s’ necks to stand on end. “Atobe-san! Not everybody wants to go around wearing purple all day! Stop drawing unnecessary attention to yourself and proceed with your fitting!”
“Ore-sama will not stand here and be spoken to that way!” Atobe returned with a calm shout (2) before turning around and retreating behind the only lilac curtain that was conveniently being guarded by a large statue of a man.
Well that was certainly entertaining… Fuji thought as he gazed at the flowing curtain. He turned to see who it was that could make Atobe Keigo fall in line, with a command none the less. The very same Atobe Keigo who fell in love with himself further after winning his gold in the 2006 Italy Winter Olympics. It’s a wonder what event he’ll be taking part in now, since-
All thought ended as his eyes fell upon Tezuka-sama. That seemed to be happening a lot to him today, not that it was his highest priority at the moment. Fuji began to thank all the elements involved in allowing him to see this man up close. His deal with Eiji from Sydney was completed with interest during the 2004 Athens Olympics and, as promised, he dedicated half of his time to perfecting their diving routine alongside their gymnastics. Having Oishi and Saeki as personal trainers in both really helped them to focus these last four years in Chiba. Being in Tokyo again, he was certain he would meet Tezuka-sama, granted not so soon. How could he have possibly forgotten that voice? That deep, calm and soothing voice of the man he has dreamed of for eight years. Of those eight, it only now occurred to him that he has seen Tezuka-sama a handful of times, all business related. That needs to change, now.
“Excuse me, are you Tezuka-sama?”
“Hai.”
“Fuji Syusuke desu. I thought I would introduce myself to you now since you will be supervising my diving for the next 3 months.”
“Ah. You must be one half of Japan’s newest synchronized diving pair. We have held on to the gold in men’s since the introduction of this event, and I plan on keeping it that way.”
“Of course, ne? Japan must come home with the number 1 position. I am just honored to be the one to follow the path you have set for us Tezuka-sama.”
“Good. Find your partner and trainers. Your training with me will begin in 1 hour. Warm up with 15 laps around the pool and cool down with a 1500m freestyle swim.”
“H-Hai!” With a sigh Fuji headed out to follow orders, all the while wondering if he fell in love with a slave driver.
(1) Pansexual - I got this really long explanation off of http: //en. wikipedia.org/ wiki/ Pansexuality (remove spaces) but from what I understood it was basically when you fall in love with someone regardless of their sex, race, etc.
(2) I figured if there is such things as ‘silent screams’ and ‘dry cries’, a ‘calm shout’ shouldn’t be to unbelievable *grins* imagine the surprise when I found out there is such a thing *sigh*
Please review!!!
chpt 1: Somewhere in Sydney
Author:jingy5
Chapter: 2/?
Pairing: Emerald (Inui/Kaidoh), Ah-Un and eventual Perfect (main), Golden
Genre: i like to think there's some romance in there (eventually) oh and attempted humor
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Prince of Tennis unfortunately... or is it fortunately? Either way they’re not mine... but Konomi Takeshi’s
Summary: Inspired by their teammates, these third time Olympians go all out in synchronized diving as Japan's Dream Pair. When these former gold medal gymnasts make the switch from the platform to the water, will diving bring them to discover the true depths of their hearts? Dream Pair (friendship)
A/N: OC warning! It’s the year 2000 in the beginning of the fic just so you know.
“Italics” - T.V.
Italics - thought
He was exhausted; utterly and completely exhausted. Two months of jumping and flying, splashing and of course smiling. He thought it would never end. The 2008 Beijing Olympic Team Japan tryouts where finally over! You would think he would be excited, but spending your 20th birthday, the rarest day on a calendar, being hauled around a gym from pool to performance mats, hearing your name being screeched by random girls was not exactly to his liking. Such is life he presumed since he was registering to try-out for two Olympics teams. Why is it they never hassle Eiji this much? He was doing two events as well! Is it because he and Oishi announced their relationship three months ago? If that’s all it took I would gladly announce that I’m a pansexual (1). It’s not like he would be lying.
The only up-side he found at the end of his rigorous training is that finally, finally, Tezuka-sama would be his coach; spending the next three months with the sole reason of his continued sporting career for the past 6 years, was the only pro.
“Nya Fujiko, are you listening?” the forgotten Eiji wailed “I said Oishi’s gonna be Tezuka-taichou’s 2nd in command. Isn’t that fantastic! He’ll still be able to see me pra-”
He hated that he believes this but sometimes it’s just best to block Eiji out and just nod. He can’t help but be jealous though with the way Eiji flaunts around with Oishi daily. It may not be intentional but doesn’t hurt any less. He just-
“Fuji Syusuke-kun you’re up. Please go to fitting room nine and let us know if any adjustments are necessary”
“Hai” He replied pleasantly. Damn it why is everybody disrupting my thought process today.
--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---
The Gymnast’s body suit made his lean muscles stand out more, giving a slight edge to his feminine looks. The color scheme wasn’t too bad either. The white and blue would truly compliment his eyes if he ever chose to reveal them. It seemed that those were team Japan’s official colors because his jump suit followed a similar striped pattern. Even his Speedos were blue with one white stripe going from his left hip to, embarrassingly enough, his inner right thigh, curving just right over his member. Hmmm, maybe I can talk Eiji into helping me convince them that we need tights or even short-shorts instead.
He was so busy contemplating ways of changing the wardrobe that he didn’t notice the raving narcissist heading his way until he was rudely shoved aside into some poor attendant.
“Why aren’t these stripes purple? Ore-sama demands to know who is in charge here! I specifically told my designers that grey and purple are to be my teams’ trademark theme!”
A sharp, deep, and oh so alluring voice echoed throughout the hall, causing those tiny little hairs on everyone’s’ necks to stand on end. “Atobe-san! Not everybody wants to go around wearing purple all day! Stop drawing unnecessary attention to yourself and proceed with your fitting!”
“Ore-sama will not stand here and be spoken to that way!” Atobe returned with a calm shout (2) before turning around and retreating behind the only lilac curtain that was conveniently being guarded by a large statue of a man.
Well that was certainly entertaining… Fuji thought as he gazed at the flowing curtain. He turned to see who it was that could make Atobe Keigo fall in line, with a command none the less. The very same Atobe Keigo who fell in love with himself further after winning his gold in the 2006 Italy Winter Olympics. It’s a wonder what event he’ll be taking part in now, since-
All thought ended as his eyes fell upon Tezuka-sama. That seemed to be happening a lot to him today, not that it was his highest priority at the moment. Fuji began to thank all the elements involved in allowing him to see this man up close. His deal with Eiji from Sydney was completed with interest during the 2004 Athens Olympics and, as promised, he dedicated half of his time to perfecting their diving routine alongside their gymnastics. Having Oishi and Saeki as personal trainers in both really helped them to focus these last four years in Chiba. Being in Tokyo again, he was certain he would meet Tezuka-sama, granted not so soon. How could he have possibly forgotten that voice? That deep, calm and soothing voice of the man he has dreamed of for eight years. Of those eight, it only now occurred to him that he has seen Tezuka-sama a handful of times, all business related. That needs to change, now.
“Excuse me, are you Tezuka-sama?”
“Hai.”
“Fuji Syusuke desu. I thought I would introduce myself to you now since you will be supervising my diving for the next 3 months.”
“Ah. You must be one half of Japan’s newest synchronized diving pair. We have held on to the gold in men’s since the introduction of this event, and I plan on keeping it that way.”
“Of course, ne? Japan must come home with the number 1 position. I am just honored to be the one to follow the path you have set for us Tezuka-sama.”
“Good. Find your partner and trainers. Your training with me will begin in 1 hour. Warm up with 15 laps around the pool and cool down with a 1500m freestyle swim.”
“H-Hai!” With a sigh Fuji headed out to follow orders, all the while wondering if he fell in love with a slave driver.
(1) Pansexual - I got this really long explanation off of http: //en. wikipedia.org/ wiki/ Pansexuality (remove spaces) but from what I understood it was basically when you fall in love with someone regardless of their sex, race, etc.
(2) I figured if there is such things as ‘silent screams’ and ‘dry cries’, a ‘calm shout’ shouldn’t be to unbelievable *grins* imagine the surprise when I found out there is such a thing *sigh*
Please review!!!
chpt 1: Somewhere in Sydney