(FIC) A Divine Mission For ArranKaara
For: arrankaara
Title: A Divine Mission.
Media: Fiction
Request: AtoKai
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Hello! Your pairings are quite rare! I fail, I know, but I tried Heh. I hope I did them proud. I tried to get this gift to you as soon as possible. I'm a bad pinch-hitter, forgive me.
It wasn't, Atobe noted with some dissatisfaction, going to be easy. He really didn't need for things to be handed to him, but he also felt that issues such as these shouldn't ever be true obstacles. Atobe desired something; therefore, it should be his. It was all relatively simple, in his mind at least. Except that in reality, it wasn't simple at all.
He shifted in his seat, not ever getting as comfortable as he thought he should be, and took another sip of his juice as he tried to think of a way he could make things turn out the way he wanted. Atobe was feeling impatience, and being hasty was bound to make any further plans crumble. It was always better to take enough time to ensure that everything went well.
Hand partially obscuring his face, Atobe thought for another minute before he got to his feet, irritably. He couldn't think of any way to fix his problem. In precious little time, Hyoutei was going to be facing Seigaku at the Nationals, and his skin tingled at the prospect of once more seeing Kaidoh play.
The first time he watched him, it was fascinating. The drive, the passion, stubbornness. Which, he came to realise, wasn't as attractive when it was directed at him. Atobe tried a few ways to get Kaidoh into his grasp, but kept deflecting him as if he were just merely anyone. He wasn't just anyone. He was Atobe, and why couldn't Kaidoh understand that no one said no to him.
Appealing to his competitive drive didn't help. Taunts about his abilities went firmly unanswered in the face of his interfering sempai-tachi who didn't want Kaidoh succumbing to anything that might end in injury, especially so close to important matches.
Offering the use of his expansive training facilities didn't work either. Kaidoh barely blinked when Atobe hinted at the fully state-of-the art gym that would be completely at his disposal and commented under his breath that he'd get a better workout running back roads and training along the river.
He even went so far as to mention numerous highly recommended, highly paid personal trainers that would be at his beck and call at a moment's notice, but Kaidoh simply glanced at Inui as if those amateur, pitiful excuses for training schedules could top anything he could provide.
Kaidoh simply did not want to be lured and it was driving Atobe insane. There was nothing, so far as he could see, that he had that Kaidoh wanted. Well, there was his body, but Kaidoh had yet to experience that anywhere near to the fullest.
Sighing, he walked over to the window, and watched as the tree branches blew in the wind. Atobe fought the urge to command Kabaji find Kaidoh and bring the resistant boy back to his house, only because he knew that Kabaji would do exactly as he asked, not taking note of the sarcasm in his tone. Once was enough for Atobe to learn any lesson, and the one in which he learned that Kabaji did not always notice the fine subtlety of sarcasm was one that still haunted his dreams.
Just as he was about to look away from the window, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. It was as if something fell. Atobe walked out into his yard toward the trees, and noticed something small, furry and black stand out against the green of the trimmed grass.
It was a cat, or a kitten, rather. The meow it emitted carried surprisingly far for such a tiny sound. The creature was small, fuzzy, motherless, and, Atobe thought with a grin as he picked the kitten up, the perfect way to lure Kaidoh over to his house.
*
The bed, Atobe noted, was far too rumpled, smelling of sweat and other things. It needed to be changed, but he didn't feel like getting up, calling the maid, or disrupting his enjoyment at the moment. Linens would have to wait. He ran his fingers through his hair, noticing how damp it had become. The shower, albeit necessary, would have to wait as well. However, Atobe thought as he looked to his right, a shower could be more enjoyable than ever.
Atobe watched as Kaidoh pet the kitten, curled up and sleeping on his belly, and smiled. It had taken more than a few deliberately laid traps, staged meetings, and well-disguised bait now known as Daisuke, to get Kaidoh off guard enough to get him into his house, and a few more bouts of charm and sly looks to get him to go into his bedroom, but it had worked, just like he knew it would.
"You're smirking, Atobe-sama," Kaidoh remarked idly without looking up from the kitten.
Nodding in acknowledgment, Atobe replied lightly, "My insight has never failed me."
Kaidoh did spare him a glance after that, exhaling a little as he did. "I'm not that stupid."
Giving him a look, Atobe waited to see if there was more, but Kaidoh simply looked at him with a vaguely bored expression.
"You're here," Atobe said. That was obvious enough, and it was because of his ingenious planning.
The kitty jumped off Kaidoh when he turned and scurried out of Atobe's room. Kaidoh knelt on the mattress, looking down at Atobe's reclined form. He had a small smile on his face, looking all the more triumphant in his posture. Shrugging his shoulders, he calmly said, "I was just waiting to see how far you'd go. You're so strange."
Scowling, Atobe surged up, grasping Kaidoh by the shoulders, and pinning him back down on the bed. "Is that so?"
The blush across Kaidoh's cheeks was faint, yet present. He looked past Atobe's shoulder and toward the door just long enough to make Atobe glance back as well. Kaidoh used the opportunity to gain the upper hand, flipping Atobe onto his back. He felt a surge of amusement as Kaidoh looked down on him. Kaidoh was reacting exactly as he'd expected.
End.
Title: A Divine Mission.
Media: Fiction
Request: AtoKai
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Hello! Your pairings are quite rare! I fail, I know, but I tried Heh. I hope I did them proud. I tried to get this gift to you as soon as possible. I'm a bad pinch-hitter, forgive me.
It wasn't, Atobe noted with some dissatisfaction, going to be easy. He really didn't need for things to be handed to him, but he also felt that issues such as these shouldn't ever be true obstacles. Atobe desired something; therefore, it should be his. It was all relatively simple, in his mind at least. Except that in reality, it wasn't simple at all.
He shifted in his seat, not ever getting as comfortable as he thought he should be, and took another sip of his juice as he tried to think of a way he could make things turn out the way he wanted. Atobe was feeling impatience, and being hasty was bound to make any further plans crumble. It was always better to take enough time to ensure that everything went well.
Hand partially obscuring his face, Atobe thought for another minute before he got to his feet, irritably. He couldn't think of any way to fix his problem. In precious little time, Hyoutei was going to be facing Seigaku at the Nationals, and his skin tingled at the prospect of once more seeing Kaidoh play.
The first time he watched him, it was fascinating. The drive, the passion, stubbornness. Which, he came to realise, wasn't as attractive when it was directed at him. Atobe tried a few ways to get Kaidoh into his grasp, but kept deflecting him as if he were just merely anyone. He wasn't just anyone. He was Atobe, and why couldn't Kaidoh understand that no one said no to him.
Appealing to his competitive drive didn't help. Taunts about his abilities went firmly unanswered in the face of his interfering sempai-tachi who didn't want Kaidoh succumbing to anything that might end in injury, especially so close to important matches.
Offering the use of his expansive training facilities didn't work either. Kaidoh barely blinked when Atobe hinted at the fully state-of-the art gym that would be completely at his disposal and commented under his breath that he'd get a better workout running back roads and training along the river.
He even went so far as to mention numerous highly recommended, highly paid personal trainers that would be at his beck and call at a moment's notice, but Kaidoh simply glanced at Inui as if those amateur, pitiful excuses for training schedules could top anything he could provide.
Kaidoh simply did not want to be lured and it was driving Atobe insane. There was nothing, so far as he could see, that he had that Kaidoh wanted. Well, there was his body, but Kaidoh had yet to experience that anywhere near to the fullest.
Sighing, he walked over to the window, and watched as the tree branches blew in the wind. Atobe fought the urge to command Kabaji find Kaidoh and bring the resistant boy back to his house, only because he knew that Kabaji would do exactly as he asked, not taking note of the sarcasm in his tone. Once was enough for Atobe to learn any lesson, and the one in which he learned that Kabaji did not always notice the fine subtlety of sarcasm was one that still haunted his dreams.
Just as he was about to look away from the window, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. It was as if something fell. Atobe walked out into his yard toward the trees, and noticed something small, furry and black stand out against the green of the trimmed grass.
It was a cat, or a kitten, rather. The meow it emitted carried surprisingly far for such a tiny sound. The creature was small, fuzzy, motherless, and, Atobe thought with a grin as he picked the kitten up, the perfect way to lure Kaidoh over to his house.
*
The bed, Atobe noted, was far too rumpled, smelling of sweat and other things. It needed to be changed, but he didn't feel like getting up, calling the maid, or disrupting his enjoyment at the moment. Linens would have to wait. He ran his fingers through his hair, noticing how damp it had become. The shower, albeit necessary, would have to wait as well. However, Atobe thought as he looked to his right, a shower could be more enjoyable than ever.
Atobe watched as Kaidoh pet the kitten, curled up and sleeping on his belly, and smiled. It had taken more than a few deliberately laid traps, staged meetings, and well-disguised bait now known as Daisuke, to get Kaidoh off guard enough to get him into his house, and a few more bouts of charm and sly looks to get him to go into his bedroom, but it had worked, just like he knew it would.
"You're smirking, Atobe-sama," Kaidoh remarked idly without looking up from the kitten.
Nodding in acknowledgment, Atobe replied lightly, "My insight has never failed me."
Kaidoh did spare him a glance after that, exhaling a little as he did. "I'm not that stupid."
Giving him a look, Atobe waited to see if there was more, but Kaidoh simply looked at him with a vaguely bored expression.
"You're here," Atobe said. That was obvious enough, and it was because of his ingenious planning.
The kitty jumped off Kaidoh when he turned and scurried out of Atobe's room. Kaidoh knelt on the mattress, looking down at Atobe's reclined form. He had a small smile on his face, looking all the more triumphant in his posture. Shrugging his shoulders, he calmly said, "I was just waiting to see how far you'd go. You're so strange."
Scowling, Atobe surged up, grasping Kaidoh by the shoulders, and pinning him back down on the bed. "Is that so?"
The blush across Kaidoh's cheeks was faint, yet present. He looked past Atobe's shoulder and toward the door just long enough to make Atobe glance back as well. Kaidoh used the opportunity to gain the upper hand, flipping Atobe onto his back. He felt a surge of amusement as Kaidoh looked down on him. Kaidoh was reacting exactly as he'd expected.
End.