Prince of Tennis: tarnished glitter
Title: tarnished glitter
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Akaya & Niou (Niou/Akaya?)
Rating: PG.
Genre: Introspection, ficlet, gen.
Word Count: 705
Notes: Akaya 1st person POV. Written for disorientedly's POV challenge. :) Any grammar mistakes you find are Akaya's, because I'm too lazy to proofread. Ahaha. >_>
I can feel someone squatting right behind me.
It's always weird when someone does that, like there's something between your shoulder blades, but it's not an itch or anything, it's just there, and you don't know what it is.
It doesn't bother me, though, so I don't turn around, not even when Niou-senpai peers over my shoulder and says, What's that, Kirihara-kun? Aren't you too old to be playing in the dirt? in his best Yagyuu-senpai voice. He's being Yagyuu-senpai again today, but I know it's really him 'cause he feels different from Yagyuu-senpai. Less like a storm and more like right before a storm.
(Yanagi-senpai never gets it when I try and explain that to him, so I always just tell him that they smell different, but they really don't anymore because Yagyuu-senpai is smart, too, and caught on.)
Nothing, I tell him, but he doesn't believe me, and I know because he leans further over my shoulder and tries to see what's in my hand. Sometimes I think that the only ones who ever believe me when I say stuff are Yanagi-senpai and Yukimura-buchou, but even then, sometimes Yanagi-senpai doesn't get what I'm trying to tell him, so that only leaves Buchou, and Buchou is Buchou, and he knows almost everything anyway.
Kirihara-kun, Niou-senpai says in Yagyuu-senpai's warning voice, and all I can do is frown. I know that he will keep bothering me until I tell him, even if he's being Yagyuu-senpai. He'll just bother me the way Yagyuu-senpai bothers me, by looking over the tops of his glasses and asking over and over and over and over and over again.
So I open up my hand and show it to him, the thing that I found just now in the dirt, poking out of the ground when I scuffed my shoe. It looks like a ruby, almost, with diamonds all around it, and I can imagine that it was some rich old lady who dropped it here on her way to see the principal, and maybe it was on a chain or a part of her shoe (because I think it's a shoe buckle, only I don't know for sure 'cause I've never seen a shoe buckle before anyway), but anyway, it fell off and she was so rich that she just said Never mind, and went on her way. And I imagine that once, it shone and didn't look like cheap metal coated in silver paint with red glass in the middle and most of the diamonds missing.
Niou-senpai leans into me and puts his chin on my shoulder and I stop myself from flinching and elbowing him in the stomach because I know that he bites back, and I don't want to get into a fight with him, especially not now because he's back to being Niou-senpai, even though he still looks like Yagyuu-senpai.
It still bothers me, though. I don't like it when people touch me, except for maybe Buchou and sometimes Yanagi-senpai, because they're special.
Just cheap, worthless, tarnished junk, Niou-senpai intones, and for a second, he's Yagyuu-senpai again, smart and sharp and polite with all his rough and prickly edges.
'S not, I tell him, and even though I know he's just joking, I tense up because Yagyuu-senpai scares me almost more than Sanada-san, and being scared makes me say things I shouldn't say. Shut up! I found it, and it's mine, I don't care what you say.
But then I can feel him loosen up against my back and put an arm loosely around my shoulders and I know he's smiling somewhere around my ear.
Just cheap, worthless, tarnished junk, he says again, but this time he's himself and it means something different. It means he likes it. It means it's ours, because he won't take it and he won't tell and he won't say it's stupid and he won't do anything except look.
Shut up, I mutter, but only just to say something.
And Niou-senpai is silent, only not, because I can feel him laughing against my back and it makes me relax even when his lips brush against my neck and jaw, I think not-really-by-accident which is weird, but okay.
That's what I like about Niou-senpai.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Akaya & Niou (Niou/Akaya?)
Rating: PG.
Genre: Introspection, ficlet, gen.
Word Count: 705
Notes: Akaya 1st person POV. Written for disorientedly's POV challenge. :) Any grammar mistakes you find are Akaya's, because I'm too lazy to proofread. Ahaha. >_>
I can feel someone squatting right behind me.
It's always weird when someone does that, like there's something between your shoulder blades, but it's not an itch or anything, it's just there, and you don't know what it is.
It doesn't bother me, though, so I don't turn around, not even when Niou-senpai peers over my shoulder and says, What's that, Kirihara-kun? Aren't you too old to be playing in the dirt? in his best Yagyuu-senpai voice. He's being Yagyuu-senpai again today, but I know it's really him 'cause he feels different from Yagyuu-senpai. Less like a storm and more like right before a storm.
(Yanagi-senpai never gets it when I try and explain that to him, so I always just tell him that they smell different, but they really don't anymore because Yagyuu-senpai is smart, too, and caught on.)
Nothing, I tell him, but he doesn't believe me, and I know because he leans further over my shoulder and tries to see what's in my hand. Sometimes I think that the only ones who ever believe me when I say stuff are Yanagi-senpai and Yukimura-buchou, but even then, sometimes Yanagi-senpai doesn't get what I'm trying to tell him, so that only leaves Buchou, and Buchou is Buchou, and he knows almost everything anyway.
Kirihara-kun, Niou-senpai says in Yagyuu-senpai's warning voice, and all I can do is frown. I know that he will keep bothering me until I tell him, even if he's being Yagyuu-senpai. He'll just bother me the way Yagyuu-senpai bothers me, by looking over the tops of his glasses and asking over and over and over and over and over again.
So I open up my hand and show it to him, the thing that I found just now in the dirt, poking out of the ground when I scuffed my shoe. It looks like a ruby, almost, with diamonds all around it, and I can imagine that it was some rich old lady who dropped it here on her way to see the principal, and maybe it was on a chain or a part of her shoe (because I think it's a shoe buckle, only I don't know for sure 'cause I've never seen a shoe buckle before anyway), but anyway, it fell off and she was so rich that she just said Never mind, and went on her way. And I imagine that once, it shone and didn't look like cheap metal coated in silver paint with red glass in the middle and most of the diamonds missing.
Niou-senpai leans into me and puts his chin on my shoulder and I stop myself from flinching and elbowing him in the stomach because I know that he bites back, and I don't want to get into a fight with him, especially not now because he's back to being Niou-senpai, even though he still looks like Yagyuu-senpai.
It still bothers me, though. I don't like it when people touch me, except for maybe Buchou and sometimes Yanagi-senpai, because they're special.
Just cheap, worthless, tarnished junk, Niou-senpai intones, and for a second, he's Yagyuu-senpai again, smart and sharp and polite with all his rough and prickly edges.
'S not, I tell him, and even though I know he's just joking, I tense up because Yagyuu-senpai scares me almost more than Sanada-san, and being scared makes me say things I shouldn't say. Shut up! I found it, and it's mine, I don't care what you say.
But then I can feel him loosen up against my back and put an arm loosely around my shoulders and I know he's smiling somewhere around my ear.
Just cheap, worthless, tarnished junk, he says again, but this time he's himself and it means something different. It means he likes it. It means it's ours, because he won't take it and he won't tell and he won't say it's stupid and he won't do anything except look.
Shut up, I mutter, but only just to say something.
And Niou-senpai is silent, only not, because I can feel him laughing against my back and it makes me relax even when his lips brush against my neck and jaw, I think not-really-by-accident which is weird, but okay.
That's what I like about Niou-senpai.