"heart" prompt
a shout-out to the lovely whymzycal for the sweet beta job. zoesque pestered me into posting this here ...
Title: Heart
Author: orlisbunny
Rating: G
Wordcount: 226
Summary: Oshitari and Atobe do Vegas - except not.
Atobe chances upon Oshitari in a study carrel in one of the more obscure sections of the Hyotei library. There are a few thick tomes and a couple of notebooks open, but on top of them is the black leather Coach portfolio Atobe'd given him the previous Christmas. From what Atobe can make out, Oshitari is drawing a broken, bleeding heart on the writing pad with a tube of blood-red Chanel lipstick.
Atobe hates when Oshitari gets hit with melancholia like that. For all his egotism, Atobe is only a fourteen-year-old boy and naive about love, so he doesn't know what to say to his sensitive friend at such times. Instead, stepping up behind Oshitari and reaching around him, he removes the lipstick from Oshitari's hand and caps it, then takes out a pen and a bottle of liquid paper. He fills the gaps between the pieces of heart with blue ink and white-outs the dribbles of blood.
Oshitari has been watching wordlessly all the while, but when Atobe's hands stop moving, he turns his head and blinks. His eyes are as round as the lenses of his glasses, and the corners of his lips begin to tilt up.
"Oshitari, you need a change of scenery. Want to go play some tennis?"
Atobe is rewarded with a full-blown smile.
Title: Heart
Author: orlisbunny
Rating: G
Wordcount: 226
Summary: Oshitari and Atobe do Vegas - except not.
Atobe chances upon Oshitari in a study carrel in one of the more obscure sections of the Hyotei library. There are a few thick tomes and a couple of notebooks open, but on top of them is the black leather Coach portfolio Atobe'd given him the previous Christmas. From what Atobe can make out, Oshitari is drawing a broken, bleeding heart on the writing pad with a tube of blood-red Chanel lipstick.
Atobe hates when Oshitari gets hit with melancholia like that. For all his egotism, Atobe is only a fourteen-year-old boy and naive about love, so he doesn't know what to say to his sensitive friend at such times. Instead, stepping up behind Oshitari and reaching around him, he removes the lipstick from Oshitari's hand and caps it, then takes out a pen and a bottle of liquid paper. He fills the gaps between the pieces of heart with blue ink and white-outs the dribbles of blood.
Oshitari has been watching wordlessly all the while, but when Atobe's hands stop moving, he turns his head and blinks. His eyes are as round as the lenses of his glasses, and the corners of his lips begin to tilt up.
"Oshitari, you need a change of scenery. Want to go play some tennis?"
Atobe is rewarded with a full-blown smile.