untitled (PoT/HP crossover)
Characters: Yukimura, Atobe
Word Count: 418
Summary: Atobe and Yukimura as rival Quidditch captains.
Notes: Prince of Tennis crossover with Harry Potter, for Rach, who wanted Atoyuki as rival Quidditch captains.
"We had the field scheduled," Atobe says, his voice a sneer as he stares at Yukimura, standing on the green, watching his players circle high in the air.
"Our practice ran a bit late," Yukimura says, not even bothering to look at Atobe, his team seeming to be more interesting than the other captain. "We'll be done in a minute."
"You should be off the field now," Atobe drawls. "You are wasting Ore-sama's precious time." He's aiming for haughty, which Atobe knows he has down perfectly, but the effect is ruined when one of the Chasers for Slytherin - a fifth year who Atobe vaguely remembered as Kirihara - came flying towards Yukimura, his broom swinging dangerously close to Atobe's face, causing the captain to back away.
He scowls at the Chaser, who is ignoring him, and the captain. "I know you are worried about losing to Hufflepuff on Saturday, but really, to sabotaged our practices? It's petty and won't work, Yukimura."
"We wouldn't dream of it," Yukimura begins, even as Kirihara jumps in with his own comment; "We're not going to lose to Hufflepuff."
"Ore-sama's team is the best," he snaps to the Chaser, and pushes past Yukimura, striding onto the field, his own team walking behind him, as the rest of the Slytherin team joined their captain on the grass. "And don't try spying; it will only prove useless," he throws over his shoulder, refraining from turning to look at Yukimura.
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"I wasn't aware you were here," Atobe says, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door. Yukimura is stretched out in the table, blue hair pulled up into a messy bun on top of his head, making him appear even more like a girl than usual.
"You didn't reserve the time for the bathroom?" Yukimura mocks, shifting in the large tub to get comfortable once again. "Why did you come in, anyway? It should have been obvious someone was in here."
"You should be gracious enough to leave, now that I am here." Atobe pushes away from the door, walking toward the tub, already stripping off his robes, walking as though he had no care in the world, didn't mind that Yukimura was watching him, laughter in those blue eyes.
"I think I'll stay," Yukimura tells him. "But don't worry. I won't spy on you." He closes his eyes as Atobe steps into the tub. "You're free to spy on me, however, like earlier; it's not going to make a difference."
Word Count: 418
Summary: Atobe and Yukimura as rival Quidditch captains.
Notes: Prince of Tennis crossover with Harry Potter, for Rach, who wanted Atoyuki as rival Quidditch captains.
"We had the field scheduled," Atobe says, his voice a sneer as he stares at Yukimura, standing on the green, watching his players circle high in the air.
"Our practice ran a bit late," Yukimura says, not even bothering to look at Atobe, his team seeming to be more interesting than the other captain. "We'll be done in a minute."
"You should be off the field now," Atobe drawls. "You are wasting Ore-sama's precious time." He's aiming for haughty, which Atobe knows he has down perfectly, but the effect is ruined when one of the Chasers for Slytherin - a fifth year who Atobe vaguely remembered as Kirihara - came flying towards Yukimura, his broom swinging dangerously close to Atobe's face, causing the captain to back away.
He scowls at the Chaser, who is ignoring him, and the captain. "I know you are worried about losing to Hufflepuff on Saturday, but really, to sabotaged our practices? It's petty and won't work, Yukimura."
"We wouldn't dream of it," Yukimura begins, even as Kirihara jumps in with his own comment; "We're not going to lose to Hufflepuff."
"Ore-sama's team is the best," he snaps to the Chaser, and pushes past Yukimura, striding onto the field, his own team walking behind him, as the rest of the Slytherin team joined their captain on the grass. "And don't try spying; it will only prove useless," he throws over his shoulder, refraining from turning to look at Yukimura.
-
"I wasn't aware you were here," Atobe says, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door. Yukimura is stretched out in the table, blue hair pulled up into a messy bun on top of his head, making him appear even more like a girl than usual.
"You didn't reserve the time for the bathroom?" Yukimura mocks, shifting in the large tub to get comfortable once again. "Why did you come in, anyway? It should have been obvious someone was in here."
"You should be gracious enough to leave, now that I am here." Atobe pushes away from the door, walking toward the tub, already stripping off his robes, walking as though he had no care in the world, didn't mind that Yukimura was watching him, laughter in those blue eyes.
"I think I'll stay," Yukimura tells him. "But don't worry. I won't spy on you." He closes his eyes as Atobe steps into the tub. "You're free to spy on me, however, like earlier; it's not going to make a difference."