Beach~ Beach~ Paradise [part 2](Prince of Tennis, Akutagawa Jiroh / Mukahi Gakuto, #6)
Title: Beach~ Beach~ Paradise [part 2]
Author/Artist: milky_haven aka Atsu Tenshi
Pairing: Akutagawa Jiroh / Mukahi Gakuto
Fandom: Prince of Tennis (Tenipuri)
Theme: #6. the space between dream and reality
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters though I wish I can own Marui Bunta.
Dedicated to: hyatt_ayanami
Beta: atax0ph0bic
Summary: The regular Hyotei members were having their holiday in Okinawa’s paradise beach during the summer. Of course, Gakuto would not miss it for the world. Jiroh definitely will have an awful time taking care one hyper red-haired boy, or will he?
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A pair of cold lips touched his. Jiroh opened his eyes but immediately narrowed them, for the shining light of the sun was much too bright for him. Then a shadow concealed the light bright.
“Gakuto, what am I doing here?” Jiroh asked to the red-haired boy, his voice grunting a little. He was lying on one of the many benches surrounded the Hyotei tennis court. He sat up and turned his head to look at his surroundings. He asked again to the figure right in front of him, who he was sure was Gakuto he was talking to. “What are we doing back here in Hyotei?”
It took few seconds for the said figure to move nearer to him and reveal his appearance. It was Gakuto, but he did not look like the usually hyper Gakuto. This was more like the moody Gakuto one met every time after he lost a game.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up! C’mon, let’s play tennis!” And he stood from his spot and quickly made a dash to the court opposite him.
Jiroh closed his eyes and went back to lying on the ground… well, not exactly the ground, since it felt so sandy.
Jiroh opened his eyes and the first thing that caught his attention was the blue sky. It was the bluest sky he had ever seen in his life. How he wished Tokyo’s sky was like this.
“Too bad Tokyo will never be as blue as this,” someone told him. Jiroh turned his head towards the source of the voice and was face to face to Atobe’s lithe form sitting on the sand. Jiroh quickly sat up on his spot and looked at his surrounding. What the-
“Is this Okinawa, Atobe-buchou?” he asked, his voice a little quiver as he felt something was welling up in him. Was this a dream?
“What stupid question you’re asking, Jiroh,” someone replied. The voice was no longer Atobe’s. It was deeper than the captain’s voice and sounded much less arrogant.
“Oshitari,” the name escaped from his lips.
“Too much heat,” Oshitari said suddenly to Jiroh. He was looking at the light-haired boy with his famous intelligent look. His lips turned to a thin line as if he were scrutinizing Jiroh. He turned his head away from Oshitari’s stare and…
He was looking at himself in the mirror. His face was paled and his hair was dishevelled as though it had been in that state for days.
Gakuto appeared at the door to the washroom. The light-haired boy could see his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing light blue tank top and pale grey pants and was holding a bottle of Coppertone sun block with his right hand and the other was holding a green towel. “Jiroh, everyone is in the beach now! Don’t you want to come too?” He asked.
Jiroh turned to face the other boy and frowned. This was way too weird. He did not remember how he came to the washroom. He knew he was on the beach, talking to Atobe who suddenly turn into Oshitari and then, here he was, in a washroom with Gakuto talking to him like it was any other usual day.
Jiroh hesitated to ask. “Gakuto, what day is today?”
“Tuesday. It’s the second day since we’re here in Okinawa,” he replied before his visage turned to frown. His slight flush forehead wrinkles as his eyes peered at the light-haired boy curiously.
“Are you alright?” He asked Jiroh.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure at all. Is this a dream?” Jiroh asked.
Gakuto chuckled. “What a stupid question you have there, Jiroh. C’mon, let’s go to the beach and you can sleep under the hot sun.”
Jiroh did not diverge from his spot, and instead, he kept still, his eyes wandering in the cold tiles of the washroom. The tiles were blue, as blue as the sky, the bluest that Jiroh had ever seen in his entire life. He never remembered these tiles having been this blue.
Gakuto walked towards him and took the other boy’s hands to wrap around his waist. He was smiling at Jiroh, his eyes twinkling under the shade light of the washroom. “Jiroh, wake up!”
Jiroh titled his head and frowned at the red-head. “What did you say?”
Gakuto opened his mouth again and said it once again, but louder.
“Wake up!”
“At last! You finally did wake up! Get up and take a shower!”
Jiroh was pulled from the soft mattress and held onto Gakuto as he stood. “What happened?” Jiroh asked before a yawn escaped from him. Now, that was weird. He remembered that he had not been yawning for the past… Jiroh was not sure how long ago it was.
“-got too much heat! Oshitari had to carry you,” were the only sentences he caught from Gakuto. The red-head pouted as his face scrunched in annoyance. “You know, you freaked me out just now. Next time, please do not sleep under the hot sun. Do you know how intense the heat is here in Okinawa?!”
Memories came flooding into his mind. Yes, he recalled it very clearly. He remembered lazing under the sun with Gakuto beside him chatting happily with Ohtori about some barbeque cuisines and then, suddenly, he just felt so tired and dehydrated at the same time. But being the lazy him, he ignored his symptoms that might have signalled a potential heat stroke. So he stayed on his spot and let himself slip to dreamland.
“-ban you from going to the beach, but luckily he is not that cruel, so be glad that you still can wander around the beach. But no napping! You hear me?”
Jiroh grinned and pulled Gakuto into bed with him. He did not feel like taking a shower yet. The red-head was under him, face flushed when he realised his position. “Jiroh, let me go, you idiot! You should go take a shower. There is sand all-”
And Jiroh closed the gap between them.
tbc
A/N: This chapter was inspired by one of the latest work that Alex Garland did, The Coma. Yep, the famous guy who did all the weird, bizarre, and strange but sometimes psycho novels. His famous work as a novelist was The Beach. But my all-time fav shall always be The Coma. The plot is not entirely like the novel, too much different. I was just inspired. Now it’s time for me to read and catch up with other fics written by my fav authors! XD
Atsu Tenshi
Author/Artist: milky_haven aka Atsu Tenshi
Pairing: Akutagawa Jiroh / Mukahi Gakuto
Fandom: Prince of Tennis (Tenipuri)
Theme: #6. the space between dream and reality
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters though I wish I can own Marui Bunta.
Dedicated to: hyatt_ayanami
Beta: atax0ph0bic
Summary: The regular Hyotei members were having their holiday in Okinawa’s paradise beach during the summer. Of course, Gakuto would not miss it for the world. Jiroh definitely will have an awful time taking care one hyper red-haired boy, or will he?
________________________________________________________________________
A pair of cold lips touched his. Jiroh opened his eyes but immediately narrowed them, for the shining light of the sun was much too bright for him. Then a shadow concealed the light bright.
“Gakuto, what am I doing here?” Jiroh asked to the red-haired boy, his voice grunting a little. He was lying on one of the many benches surrounded the Hyotei tennis court. He sat up and turned his head to look at his surroundings. He asked again to the figure right in front of him, who he was sure was Gakuto he was talking to. “What are we doing back here in Hyotei?”
It took few seconds for the said figure to move nearer to him and reveal his appearance. It was Gakuto, but he did not look like the usually hyper Gakuto. This was more like the moody Gakuto one met every time after he lost a game.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up! C’mon, let’s play tennis!” And he stood from his spot and quickly made a dash to the court opposite him.
Jiroh closed his eyes and went back to lying on the ground… well, not exactly the ground, since it felt so sandy.
Jiroh opened his eyes and the first thing that caught his attention was the blue sky. It was the bluest sky he had ever seen in his life. How he wished Tokyo’s sky was like this.
“Too bad Tokyo will never be as blue as this,” someone told him. Jiroh turned his head towards the source of the voice and was face to face to Atobe’s lithe form sitting on the sand. Jiroh quickly sat up on his spot and looked at his surrounding. What the-
“Is this Okinawa, Atobe-buchou?” he asked, his voice a little quiver as he felt something was welling up in him. Was this a dream?
“What stupid question you’re asking, Jiroh,” someone replied. The voice was no longer Atobe’s. It was deeper than the captain’s voice and sounded much less arrogant.
“Oshitari,” the name escaped from his lips.
“Too much heat,” Oshitari said suddenly to Jiroh. He was looking at the light-haired boy with his famous intelligent look. His lips turned to a thin line as if he were scrutinizing Jiroh. He turned his head away from Oshitari’s stare and…
He was looking at himself in the mirror. His face was paled and his hair was dishevelled as though it had been in that state for days.
Gakuto appeared at the door to the washroom. The light-haired boy could see his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing light blue tank top and pale grey pants and was holding a bottle of Coppertone sun block with his right hand and the other was holding a green towel. “Jiroh, everyone is in the beach now! Don’t you want to come too?” He asked.
Jiroh turned to face the other boy and frowned. This was way too weird. He did not remember how he came to the washroom. He knew he was on the beach, talking to Atobe who suddenly turn into Oshitari and then, here he was, in a washroom with Gakuto talking to him like it was any other usual day.
Jiroh hesitated to ask. “Gakuto, what day is today?”
“Tuesday. It’s the second day since we’re here in Okinawa,” he replied before his visage turned to frown. His slight flush forehead wrinkles as his eyes peered at the light-haired boy curiously.
“Are you alright?” He asked Jiroh.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure at all. Is this a dream?” Jiroh asked.
Gakuto chuckled. “What a stupid question you have there, Jiroh. C’mon, let’s go to the beach and you can sleep under the hot sun.”
Jiroh did not diverge from his spot, and instead, he kept still, his eyes wandering in the cold tiles of the washroom. The tiles were blue, as blue as the sky, the bluest that Jiroh had ever seen in his entire life. He never remembered these tiles having been this blue.
Gakuto walked towards him and took the other boy’s hands to wrap around his waist. He was smiling at Jiroh, his eyes twinkling under the shade light of the washroom. “Jiroh, wake up!”
Jiroh titled his head and frowned at the red-head. “What did you say?”
Gakuto opened his mouth again and said it once again, but louder.
“Wake up!”
“At last! You finally did wake up! Get up and take a shower!”
Jiroh was pulled from the soft mattress and held onto Gakuto as he stood. “What happened?” Jiroh asked before a yawn escaped from him. Now, that was weird. He remembered that he had not been yawning for the past… Jiroh was not sure how long ago it was.
“-got too much heat! Oshitari had to carry you,” were the only sentences he caught from Gakuto. The red-head pouted as his face scrunched in annoyance. “You know, you freaked me out just now. Next time, please do not sleep under the hot sun. Do you know how intense the heat is here in Okinawa?!”
Memories came flooding into his mind. Yes, he recalled it very clearly. He remembered lazing under the sun with Gakuto beside him chatting happily with Ohtori about some barbeque cuisines and then, suddenly, he just felt so tired and dehydrated at the same time. But being the lazy him, he ignored his symptoms that might have signalled a potential heat stroke. So he stayed on his spot and let himself slip to dreamland.
“-ban you from going to the beach, but luckily he is not that cruel, so be glad that you still can wander around the beach. But no napping! You hear me?”
Jiroh grinned and pulled Gakuto into bed with him. He did not feel like taking a shower yet. The red-head was under him, face flushed when he realised his position. “Jiroh, let me go, you idiot! You should go take a shower. There is sand all-”
And Jiroh closed the gap between them.
tbc
A/N: This chapter was inspired by one of the latest work that Alex Garland did, The Coma. Yep, the famous guy who did all the weird, bizarre, and strange but sometimes psycho novels. His famous work as a novelist was The Beach. But my all-time fav shall always be The Coma. The plot is not entirely like the novel, too much different. I was just inspired. Now it’s time for me to read and catch up with other fics written by my fav authors! XD
Atsu Tenshi