Oh no, 'Soka's writing again...
Beware of horrible writing. Still, a promise is a promise, no matter how late it is - so nya.
Fandom: TeniPuri
Title: Anything that can...
Pairing: Golden Pair (Oishi/Kikumaru)
Rating: G
Warnings: Very bad writing - nothing really other than that. ^^;;
Notes: Christmas Gift!Fic for my Oishi, aka hughes_maes . The prompt was 'The worst date ever.' I hope I did it justice. Nyyya - I'm way out of practice with my Eiji, and I hope I did Oishi justice x.x;;; I hope she likes it any rate... *bites nails*
Anything that can...
"I'm sorry, but I absolutely cannot take you tonight, Eijittchi."
Kazuma's words were final, ending at last the forty-five minute battle between the two brothers. Kikumaru Eiji's face screwed up in outrage, and the red head let out a cry that sent his sister in from the next room over.
"What the hell did you do to him?" Emiko asked her elder brother, looking at Eiji with a light smirk on her lips. Though she loved her baby brother dearly his tantrums never ceased to make her laugh. He was what - going on fifteen soon, and still acting like a toddler. Still, it was one of the things that made Eiji Eiji, so she couldn't exactly complain.
"I didn't do anything to him. He's just acting spoiled. Again."
"AM NOT. Emi-nee!! I need a ride really fast. I was supposed to meet Oishi at Umizono about ten minutes ago, and stupid Kazu-nii won't take me. Please take me! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!!!!!" The youngest Kikumaru's face melted into the most pathetic look Emiko had thought she had ever seen. Still - this was a perfect opportunity to pick on her little brother and she had no want to waste it.
"Sorry, Eiji - I've got to stay in tonight. No - don't even try to give me that face. I'm serious. I'll put gum in your hair." That shut him up surely enough. Eiji new exactly how difficult it was to get gum out of ones hair. "Now. I suggest you either call your little Boy-Toy or set up arrangements for a cab." Crossing her arms, Eiji thought that she looked exactly like Kazuma, and the sight was more than a little disheartening. Positively growling the normally child-like Eiji spun on his heal and traipsed off to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him before falling, annoyed, to his bed. Before his body fully hit the mattress he had already begun to dial a cab.
So it was that fifteen minutes later he was in the compact car staring out the rain streaked window and apologizing to a rather worried Oishi Syuuichirou over the phone. As he had guessed the moment he had become more than thirty seconds late his doubles partner had begun thinking up the more horrendous things that could have happened to him. It had started out small - perhaps there was traffic, or maybe Eiji had fallen and sprained his ankle and was having to make his way limping to the restaurant. But slowly they had become wilder - a car crash, a mugging, perhaps his beloved red head had been picked up and was now being sold unwillingly on the black market. By the time he had gotten Eiji's phone call he had come to that conclusion - and was desperately trying to figure if he had enough money to buy his friend back in auction.
After a lengthy explanation as to how he had gotten out of the clutches of the black market (really, it was always difficult talking to Oishi in this state), the red head was nearly at the restaurant by the time he snapped his phone shut. Sapphire eyes stared blankly into the rain washed streets that went whizzing by as though in a trance. Eiji only retreated from this state when the car came to a halt in front of a rather classy looking traditional restaurant. Paying the driver what was due (which sub sequentially emptied his wallet: Bah - it was Oishi's treat tonight anyway.), the lithe tennis player opened the door to the downpour and carefully lowered his foot onto the sidewalk, avoiding a puddle just to his right. Bringing out his other leg he placed it slowly next to the first before swinging himself into an upright position. Turning around he closed the car door, frowning slightly at the sky. He was bound to look like a drowned cat by the time he sat down at the table. Grumbling at this thought he turned on his heel....
....and promptly fell on his tail bone. To add insult to injury he had landed smack dab in the middle of the puddle he had just tried so desperately to avoid.
Great. If he hadn't looked like a drowned cat before - certainly he did now.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It wasn't as though Oishi liked to worry. It was quite the contrary in fact. Perhaps it was irony than, that his mind always sub-consciously arrived at the 'what if's' and 'oh no's'. But arrive there it did, and this evening was no exception. The instant his watch hand inched past six in the evening his mind began to race with horrible situations - all of which Eiji either ended up in the hospital, naked in an alley, or dead.
Yes, he was cursed - there was no way around it.
He let out an audible sigh of relief at the sight of his doubles partner, however his face quickly clouded. "What... happened to you?" Eiji's dress slacks were drenched, along with a good portion of his shirt - the dark blue turning near black with the water stain. As for his hair - the normally perfectly placed strands of red were now matted to his forehead and cheeks. Needless to say, his boyfriend's expression was far from pleased. "I don't want to talk about it-nya...." The tone of Eiji's voice made it so that his say was final. Syuuichirou knew very well not to argue with his red headed kitten when he was in this state.
Pulling out his chair, Eiji slumped into it. Just as he had guessed before - he looked exactly like a drowned cat. To bystanders the pair must have looked a funny sight - Oishi in his nice slacks and button up green shirt, and Eiji sitting there dripping onto the floor. Lifting a hand, Syuuichirou called over a waiter and ordered their drinks. The two were so accustomed to the other's likes and dislikes questions about such a thing weren't needed.
"Are you okay?" the taller boy asked at last once the server had left with their order. "You look... well... and you were late." His eyes softened at the red head, not meaning offense. He was simply curious. Eiji stretched a little, making the green eyed boy smile. For all of the arguments Eiji put up about his 'cat-likeness,' he certainly moved like one. When the other boy spoke, his voice sounded more than a bit agitated. "You can blame THAT on Kazuma-nii and Emiko-nee." He positively hissed their names, glaring out the window into the rain. "And don't start on how I look - how the heck did you stay dry?" he asked, now turning his sapphire glare to his boyfriend.
Oishi was prepared for this, however, and lifted a simple black umbrella from beside his seat. "... Oh... guess I should've thought of that, huh?" he asked, the smile pulling once more at his mouth. As always, nothing could keep the energetic red-head down for long. Their drinks arrived shortly after, and for the moment the two of them lost themselves in conversation (mostly on Eiji's part, as he was highly interested in getting his annoying older siblings back for tonight - and had quite a few good ideas of how to do it too. Each of these, of course, was carefully shot down by Oishi.) Fifteen minutes later when their food arrived Eiji still hadn't let the subject go.
Nor was he completely off of it when the pair neatly laid their chopsticks down twenty minutes afterwards. "Eiji... " Oishi's voice pleaded with his boyfriend, "you don't honestly think I would agree to shaving heads or putting a ping pong ball in their gas tank - did you?" Eiji's face was something akin to a soggy kitten looking for a home. Oishi lifted a brow. "Nope, I won't agree with impromptu hair dying either."
"Oh come ON, that one was TAME!" The look on his face seemed to plead with the other boy to be reasonable. Oishi wasn't having it, however. "No. You do realize you have to live with these people, right?"
Eiji's look turned into a glare. "So what, you would have them get away with it?" he growled. "Fine. You know what? I'll get Fujiko to help me, so nya. Forget about a good night kiss..." The darker haired boy winced. The last thing this needed was for Fuji Syuusuke to get involved. He didn't personally have anything against Eiji's best friend - it was simply that... well, to put it plainly, Fuji was a sadist of the worst sort. "Please Eiji - just let me talk to them, I'm sure that we can settle this out without-"
Without what would remain a mystery. At the very moment he was speaking, Oishi had attempted to stand from the table. At the same time a short distance behind him a waiter had turned back towards the kitchen, a pair of half drunken red wine glasses on his tray. The result was a collision between Syuuichirou's head and the tray - not to mention a brilliant wine stain on Oishi's emerald shirt. The next five minutes brought the manager and bartender to their table - all in attempts to get the nasty red stain out of the material, but to no avail. In the end dinner was declared 'on the house' and the two were apologized out the front door...
...Only to be greeted by an onslaught of rain. Seemingly the bottom had dropped out of the sky while they had been eating. Eiji let out a groan and immediately danced under the overhang to avoid getting wet again. Meanwhile, Oishi had his trusty umbrella and turned a kind smile at the rain. "Maybe it will wash away the stain, ne?" he asked, holding his hand out for Eiji's. When the red head took it he pulled him underneath the umbrella, carefully side stepping a puddle (unknown to him, the same puddle that had been Eiji's downfall. Eiji knew this, however, and glared down at the rippling water). "Seltzer water didn't fix it, I doubt a little rain will."
Hardly anyone was on the streets that evening, the downpour herding the masses inside. It was a rare sight to see, the streets of Tokyo nigh deserted aside from the two boys and about a dozen or so passerby. Eiji wasn't upset by this fact, however. He looked like hell, and would rather not have people judge him by his appearance in this state. He only guessed Oishi felt likewise by the look of relief on the other's rain washed face as he stepped closer to hail an oncoming taxi. The car rolled to a stop a few feet from them and Oishi carefully made his way closer to it, pulling out his wallet and making sure he and Eiji were both sheltered by the umbrella as he went.
However the two tennis players were not the only people wishing to escape the rain. The pair were nearly to the car when another couple dashed into view, having just exited the very restaurant that they had vacated only minutes before. The man easily brushed past Oishi's umbrella and grabbed hold of the door handle, helping his friend inside.
Eiji wasn't going to stand for this. He had dealt with one too many things that evening. "Oi! We were here first!"
"E-eiji!" Oishi's voice sounded almost half-hearted, torn between his want to be polite and frustration at the rain. They really had been there first. "We'll wait for the next one, its okay."
The man didn't wait to hear the end of Oishi's reply, instead jumping into the car and slamming the door behind him. A moment later the taxi was once again in motion...
...driving directly through a huge puddle...
... Which then rose up in a wave, drenching the two boys. The pair stood shivering, drenched from head to toe in wet and filth, their hair dripping and matted to their faces. Eiji's lip trembled slightly in attempts to not scream or cry. Oishi simply closed his eyes before saying, "aah... well... at least we know the night can't get... any... wor....w.....where's my wallet?" His eyes were open now, and filled with complete shock as he patted down his front and back, checked his pockets, and scouted the immediate area to no avail.
It was Eiji who found the wallet, teetering about five feet from them, caught up in a stream of water heading straight for -
"T-the gutter! Stop it!!!" Oishi's cry was something of mingled distress and worry as Eiji sprung into action, doing a flying leap towards the wallet. Not fast enough, however, the brown material disappearing through the crack by the side of the road, their last hope at a ride home with it. Catching himself in a hand spring, the red head bounced back into an upright position before going to join Oishi by the gutter. "Gomen ne... Oishi... I couldn't get there in time."
The brunette shook his head, frowning. "No, it's not your fault, Eiji. I wasn't paying attention." Closing his eyes he turned his face to the sky, allowing the unending rain to pelt down on him. After a moment there was a tugging on his arm, followed quickly by arms encircling his neck and warm breath on his ear. "It'll be okay-nya. It can be replaced... and we weren't hurt, so it'll be okay..."
"It will be okay..." And as Oishi spoke the words, he believed them. Of course it would be okay - because he and Eiji were together, and together they could do anything. "I suppose lets start walking."
Eiji nodded, dashing over to snatch up Oishi's abandoned umbrella. "At least we still have this, right?" he asked, the bright smile still on his face as he handed the umbrella back to it's owner. "Aa - we still have -" But at that moment Oishi had attempted to open the umbrella, and open it did, though this only showed how the water had bent the metal frame out of shape. It was useless to them now.
The pair stared at it for a moment before laughing. Oishi casually threw the broken umbrella into the nearby trash bin before holding his hand out for Eiji, who immediately took it, pulling himself in close. Their lips met briefly, saliva mingling with rain water for a breathless moment before they separated.
"It seems the rain has lessened," Oishi commented, the worry that was normally evident in his face nearly invisible. Eiji looked to the sky, a small patch of stars visible through the clouds, and tilted his head to his boyfriends shoulder.
"Ne, Oishi. Don't you think that this was the best date ever?"
"Eh...?" The brunette's eyes widened, looking at his lover. "B-best?... " He chuckled slightly, bringing a hand up to run a few fingers through Eiji's wet hair.
"You know what? It was. It really was...."
And with that the pair started home, hand in hand.
Fandom: TeniPuri
Title: Anything that can...
Pairing: Golden Pair (Oishi/Kikumaru)
Rating: G
Warnings: Very bad writing - nothing really other than that. ^^;;
Notes: Christmas Gift!Fic for my Oishi, aka hughes_maes . The prompt was 'The worst date ever.' I hope I did it justice. Nyyya - I'm way out of practice with my Eiji, and I hope I did Oishi justice x.x;;; I hope she likes it any rate... *bites nails*
Anything that can...
"I'm sorry, but I absolutely cannot take you tonight, Eijittchi."
Kazuma's words were final, ending at last the forty-five minute battle between the two brothers. Kikumaru Eiji's face screwed up in outrage, and the red head let out a cry that sent his sister in from the next room over.
"What the hell did you do to him?" Emiko asked her elder brother, looking at Eiji with a light smirk on her lips. Though she loved her baby brother dearly his tantrums never ceased to make her laugh. He was what - going on fifteen soon, and still acting like a toddler. Still, it was one of the things that made Eiji Eiji, so she couldn't exactly complain.
"I didn't do anything to him. He's just acting spoiled. Again."
"AM NOT. Emi-nee!! I need a ride really fast. I was supposed to meet Oishi at Umizono about ten minutes ago, and stupid Kazu-nii won't take me. Please take me! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!!!!!" The youngest Kikumaru's face melted into the most pathetic look Emiko had thought she had ever seen. Still - this was a perfect opportunity to pick on her little brother and she had no want to waste it.
"Sorry, Eiji - I've got to stay in tonight. No - don't even try to give me that face. I'm serious. I'll put gum in your hair." That shut him up surely enough. Eiji new exactly how difficult it was to get gum out of ones hair. "Now. I suggest you either call your little Boy-Toy or set up arrangements for a cab." Crossing her arms, Eiji thought that she looked exactly like Kazuma, and the sight was more than a little disheartening. Positively growling the normally child-like Eiji spun on his heal and traipsed off to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him before falling, annoyed, to his bed. Before his body fully hit the mattress he had already begun to dial a cab.
So it was that fifteen minutes later he was in the compact car staring out the rain streaked window and apologizing to a rather worried Oishi Syuuichirou over the phone. As he had guessed the moment he had become more than thirty seconds late his doubles partner had begun thinking up the more horrendous things that could have happened to him. It had started out small - perhaps there was traffic, or maybe Eiji had fallen and sprained his ankle and was having to make his way limping to the restaurant. But slowly they had become wilder - a car crash, a mugging, perhaps his beloved red head had been picked up and was now being sold unwillingly on the black market. By the time he had gotten Eiji's phone call he had come to that conclusion - and was desperately trying to figure if he had enough money to buy his friend back in auction.
After a lengthy explanation as to how he had gotten out of the clutches of the black market (really, it was always difficult talking to Oishi in this state), the red head was nearly at the restaurant by the time he snapped his phone shut. Sapphire eyes stared blankly into the rain washed streets that went whizzing by as though in a trance. Eiji only retreated from this state when the car came to a halt in front of a rather classy looking traditional restaurant. Paying the driver what was due (which sub sequentially emptied his wallet: Bah - it was Oishi's treat tonight anyway.), the lithe tennis player opened the door to the downpour and carefully lowered his foot onto the sidewalk, avoiding a puddle just to his right. Bringing out his other leg he placed it slowly next to the first before swinging himself into an upright position. Turning around he closed the car door, frowning slightly at the sky. He was bound to look like a drowned cat by the time he sat down at the table. Grumbling at this thought he turned on his heel....
....and promptly fell on his tail bone. To add insult to injury he had landed smack dab in the middle of the puddle he had just tried so desperately to avoid.
Great. If he hadn't looked like a drowned cat before - certainly he did now.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It wasn't as though Oishi liked to worry. It was quite the contrary in fact. Perhaps it was irony than, that his mind always sub-consciously arrived at the 'what if's' and 'oh no's'. But arrive there it did, and this evening was no exception. The instant his watch hand inched past six in the evening his mind began to race with horrible situations - all of which Eiji either ended up in the hospital, naked in an alley, or dead.
Yes, he was cursed - there was no way around it.
He let out an audible sigh of relief at the sight of his doubles partner, however his face quickly clouded. "What... happened to you?" Eiji's dress slacks were drenched, along with a good portion of his shirt - the dark blue turning near black with the water stain. As for his hair - the normally perfectly placed strands of red were now matted to his forehead and cheeks. Needless to say, his boyfriend's expression was far from pleased. "I don't want to talk about it-nya...." The tone of Eiji's voice made it so that his say was final. Syuuichirou knew very well not to argue with his red headed kitten when he was in this state.
Pulling out his chair, Eiji slumped into it. Just as he had guessed before - he looked exactly like a drowned cat. To bystanders the pair must have looked a funny sight - Oishi in his nice slacks and button up green shirt, and Eiji sitting there dripping onto the floor. Lifting a hand, Syuuichirou called over a waiter and ordered their drinks. The two were so accustomed to the other's likes and dislikes questions about such a thing weren't needed.
"Are you okay?" the taller boy asked at last once the server had left with their order. "You look... well... and you were late." His eyes softened at the red head, not meaning offense. He was simply curious. Eiji stretched a little, making the green eyed boy smile. For all of the arguments Eiji put up about his 'cat-likeness,' he certainly moved like one. When the other boy spoke, his voice sounded more than a bit agitated. "You can blame THAT on Kazuma-nii and Emiko-nee." He positively hissed their names, glaring out the window into the rain. "And don't start on how I look - how the heck did you stay dry?" he asked, now turning his sapphire glare to his boyfriend.
Oishi was prepared for this, however, and lifted a simple black umbrella from beside his seat. "... Oh... guess I should've thought of that, huh?" he asked, the smile pulling once more at his mouth. As always, nothing could keep the energetic red-head down for long. Their drinks arrived shortly after, and for the moment the two of them lost themselves in conversation (mostly on Eiji's part, as he was highly interested in getting his annoying older siblings back for tonight - and had quite a few good ideas of how to do it too. Each of these, of course, was carefully shot down by Oishi.) Fifteen minutes later when their food arrived Eiji still hadn't let the subject go.
Nor was he completely off of it when the pair neatly laid their chopsticks down twenty minutes afterwards. "Eiji... " Oishi's voice pleaded with his boyfriend, "you don't honestly think I would agree to shaving heads or putting a ping pong ball in their gas tank - did you?" Eiji's face was something akin to a soggy kitten looking for a home. Oishi lifted a brow. "Nope, I won't agree with impromptu hair dying either."
"Oh come ON, that one was TAME!" The look on his face seemed to plead with the other boy to be reasonable. Oishi wasn't having it, however. "No. You do realize you have to live with these people, right?"
Eiji's look turned into a glare. "So what, you would have them get away with it?" he growled. "Fine. You know what? I'll get Fujiko to help me, so nya. Forget about a good night kiss..." The darker haired boy winced. The last thing this needed was for Fuji Syuusuke to get involved. He didn't personally have anything against Eiji's best friend - it was simply that... well, to put it plainly, Fuji was a sadist of the worst sort. "Please Eiji - just let me talk to them, I'm sure that we can settle this out without-"
Without what would remain a mystery. At the very moment he was speaking, Oishi had attempted to stand from the table. At the same time a short distance behind him a waiter had turned back towards the kitchen, a pair of half drunken red wine glasses on his tray. The result was a collision between Syuuichirou's head and the tray - not to mention a brilliant wine stain on Oishi's emerald shirt. The next five minutes brought the manager and bartender to their table - all in attempts to get the nasty red stain out of the material, but to no avail. In the end dinner was declared 'on the house' and the two were apologized out the front door...
...Only to be greeted by an onslaught of rain. Seemingly the bottom had dropped out of the sky while they had been eating. Eiji let out a groan and immediately danced under the overhang to avoid getting wet again. Meanwhile, Oishi had his trusty umbrella and turned a kind smile at the rain. "Maybe it will wash away the stain, ne?" he asked, holding his hand out for Eiji's. When the red head took it he pulled him underneath the umbrella, carefully side stepping a puddle (unknown to him, the same puddle that had been Eiji's downfall. Eiji knew this, however, and glared down at the rippling water). "Seltzer water didn't fix it, I doubt a little rain will."
Hardly anyone was on the streets that evening, the downpour herding the masses inside. It was a rare sight to see, the streets of Tokyo nigh deserted aside from the two boys and about a dozen or so passerby. Eiji wasn't upset by this fact, however. He looked like hell, and would rather not have people judge him by his appearance in this state. He only guessed Oishi felt likewise by the look of relief on the other's rain washed face as he stepped closer to hail an oncoming taxi. The car rolled to a stop a few feet from them and Oishi carefully made his way closer to it, pulling out his wallet and making sure he and Eiji were both sheltered by the umbrella as he went.
However the two tennis players were not the only people wishing to escape the rain. The pair were nearly to the car when another couple dashed into view, having just exited the very restaurant that they had vacated only minutes before. The man easily brushed past Oishi's umbrella and grabbed hold of the door handle, helping his friend inside.
Eiji wasn't going to stand for this. He had dealt with one too many things that evening. "Oi! We were here first!"
"E-eiji!" Oishi's voice sounded almost half-hearted, torn between his want to be polite and frustration at the rain. They really had been there first. "We'll wait for the next one, its okay."
The man didn't wait to hear the end of Oishi's reply, instead jumping into the car and slamming the door behind him. A moment later the taxi was once again in motion...
...driving directly through a huge puddle...
... Which then rose up in a wave, drenching the two boys. The pair stood shivering, drenched from head to toe in wet and filth, their hair dripping and matted to their faces. Eiji's lip trembled slightly in attempts to not scream or cry. Oishi simply closed his eyes before saying, "aah... well... at least we know the night can't get... any... wor....w.....where's my wallet?" His eyes were open now, and filled with complete shock as he patted down his front and back, checked his pockets, and scouted the immediate area to no avail.
It was Eiji who found the wallet, teetering about five feet from them, caught up in a stream of water heading straight for -
"T-the gutter! Stop it!!!" Oishi's cry was something of mingled distress and worry as Eiji sprung into action, doing a flying leap towards the wallet. Not fast enough, however, the brown material disappearing through the crack by the side of the road, their last hope at a ride home with it. Catching himself in a hand spring, the red head bounced back into an upright position before going to join Oishi by the gutter. "Gomen ne... Oishi... I couldn't get there in time."
The brunette shook his head, frowning. "No, it's not your fault, Eiji. I wasn't paying attention." Closing his eyes he turned his face to the sky, allowing the unending rain to pelt down on him. After a moment there was a tugging on his arm, followed quickly by arms encircling his neck and warm breath on his ear. "It'll be okay-nya. It can be replaced... and we weren't hurt, so it'll be okay..."
"It will be okay..." And as Oishi spoke the words, he believed them. Of course it would be okay - because he and Eiji were together, and together they could do anything. "I suppose lets start walking."
Eiji nodded, dashing over to snatch up Oishi's abandoned umbrella. "At least we still have this, right?" he asked, the bright smile still on his face as he handed the umbrella back to it's owner. "Aa - we still have -" But at that moment Oishi had attempted to open the umbrella, and open it did, though this only showed how the water had bent the metal frame out of shape. It was useless to them now.
The pair stared at it for a moment before laughing. Oishi casually threw the broken umbrella into the nearby trash bin before holding his hand out for Eiji, who immediately took it, pulling himself in close. Their lips met briefly, saliva mingling with rain water for a breathless moment before they separated.
"It seems the rain has lessened," Oishi commented, the worry that was normally evident in his face nearly invisible. Eiji looked to the sky, a small patch of stars visible through the clouds, and tilted his head to his boyfriends shoulder.
"Ne, Oishi. Don't you think that this was the best date ever?"
"Eh...?" The brunette's eyes widened, looking at his lover. "B-best?... " He chuckled slightly, bringing a hand up to run a few fingers through Eiji's wet hair.
"You know what? It was. It really was...."
And with that the pair started home, hand in hand.