Happy spring, a_drawer_4ever!
Title: Untitled
Recipient's name: a_drawer_4ever
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Shishido/Ohtori
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created by Konomi Takeshi. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
“Hell. Is this rain ever going to stop?”
It was just his luck to get stuck with cleaning duty during the typhoon season, and judging from the sky’s hue, he wasn’t going to be able to get back to the dorms without looking like a drowned cat. Damn the founders anyway, putting the residential and academic areas on exact opposite sides of the campus.
Atobe had left without doing any work, right before the storm started. He wouldn’t get in trouble for it either (nepotism, it was nepotism!) and if Shishido didn’t finish, he’d receive yet another demerit for his already black-spotted record. (It wasn’t his fault, really! He just always seemed to be in the wrong place in the wrong time.) On the flipside, he really was lucky he was “childhood friends” of sorts with the other boy… if Atobe did not have such a powerful influence, there was no doubt whatsoever he’d have already been thrown out of the school. This, he thought bitterly.
He’d been sitting in the classroom for two hours now. Of course there wasn’t much to clean up; how could there be? It wasn’t even an arts class. All his work was finished, had been finished- it was the first time he had ever wished his teachers assigned more. Now he was just bored out of his mind, and he didn’t even have tennis practice to look forward to.
Going back to the dorms and being picked on by Oshitari and Mukahi would even be better than this, rotting and molding and sweating, trapped in a stuffy building with no one to talk to but the voices in his head (who were getting disturbingly loud.) The rain would probably stop by the time he had gotten all the way down, since the school was so huge and all… and anyway, it wasn’t so hard that he’d be too sick to go to tennis practice the following day.
Shishido sighed and gathered up his bag, which he could very well just leave as it was completely empty. All he really needed were his chemistry notes for the test the next day, and the unfinished art project that, quite frankly, he didn’t really care about. He flipped shut the lights and with a quick once-over of the room, turned to walk down the three flights of stairs to the ground floor.
He really was going insane from boredom, he knew-the weird classical song from music class had started up in his head again, crescendoing like he was in a movie the further he moved down the steps. Just when he had finally gotten it out, too!
The day had, in fact, managed to get even worse. He slipped on a wet spot and nearly fell over the railing on the second floor, and then he slammed a hand through the bars and not only bruised himself badly, but jammed his fingers. On his tennis hand, no less! Shishido let out a string of curses and moved back against a wall to nurse his injured digits. It wasn’t like anyone was around to hear him, anyway.
The song stopped suddenly with a clattering sound of wood on wood, and footsteps.
“Are you all… Shishido-san? What are you doing here?”
Shishido glanced up- there stood his doubles partner, shirt unbuttoned quite a bit down, silver bangs damp with sweat. He raised an eyebrow. “I should be asking you the same thing.”
Choutarou straightened up, looking quite a bit flustered at the obvious assumption the other had. He refastened his shirt all the way up, even up to the ones that were generally there just for show. “That… well, are you okay?” He held a hand out for his sempai to take, solicitously looking him over. Shishido stood up and brushed the dirt off his pants.
“Fine. I had cleanup duty today.”
“Ah.”
“Had to do it all by myself, because Atobe skipped off.” The third year scowled and crossed his arms. “That guy, he thinks he can do whatever he wants…”
“I see.” Choutarou laughed nervously.
“Who were you playing violin for?”
“N-no, not for anyone. You were listening? Hiyoshi was doing homework, so I came back. Sorry, was I bothering you?” He bowed forwards in apology, but nevertheless still towered over Shishido.
“No, why would you be? My classroom’s on the third floor. I was just heading to the dorms.”
“Oh, okay. See you then.”
The rain was beating down harder than ever as Shishido got to the front door of the school. It made noises that sounded more like little pebbles were being poured down from somewhere in the sky, and the few drops that bypassed the overhang stung like slaps on his skin.
For the fifth time he looked through his bag just to make sure he hadn’t put an umbrella in and forgotten about it. Still nothing. It had to be around six now, which meant that by the time the rain stopped, everything would be gone. He bounced from heel to heel impatiently, with the puddles splashing up to leave little brown spatters on the hems of his pants. “Just washed these, too. Man, how lame…”
A gust of wind blew past that almost knocked him over, and then the storm proceeded to come even faster. Shishido narrowed his eyes. Silently he cursed whatever god decided to hate him that day- what else could he do? But it wasn’t like sitting here and just waiting for his divine retribution to be over would do any good.
“You’re a man, Shishido Ryou. Some stupid water isn’t going to hurt you.” He muttered to himself. He flung his backpack over his shoulder and grimaced as a flash of lightning cut through the sky. But really, it was now or never. He took a deep breath, and-
“Shishido-san!”
He stopped, turned. There was Choutarou again, holding his violin in one hand and a little cloth case in the other. “Did you… forget to bring an umbrella?”
.“… yes.” Shishido admitted, scuffing his shoes in the pavement.
Choutarou laughed lightly. “I only have one. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Oh, thank god. I thought you were going to say you didn’t have one, either.”
The second year unfolded said umbrella and bent over slightly so that the water wouldn’t get at his doubles partner. “Sorry it’s so small.”
“Not at all. Stop worrying so much, geez.” Shishido grinned.
“There’s no way either of us are going to come out completely dry, so stop trying to cover me so much. Stand up already.” He wrapped his hand over the other’s, entwining their elbows, and leaned closer. “Let’s go, before dinner’s all gone.”
“Okay.”
Recipient's name: a_drawer_4ever
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Shishido/Ohtori
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created by Konomi Takeshi. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
“Hell. Is this rain ever going to stop?”
It was just his luck to get stuck with cleaning duty during the typhoon season, and judging from the sky’s hue, he wasn’t going to be able to get back to the dorms without looking like a drowned cat. Damn the founders anyway, putting the residential and academic areas on exact opposite sides of the campus.
Atobe had left without doing any work, right before the storm started. He wouldn’t get in trouble for it either (nepotism, it was nepotism!) and if Shishido didn’t finish, he’d receive yet another demerit for his already black-spotted record. (It wasn’t his fault, really! He just always seemed to be in the wrong place in the wrong time.) On the flipside, he really was lucky he was “childhood friends” of sorts with the other boy… if Atobe did not have such a powerful influence, there was no doubt whatsoever he’d have already been thrown out of the school. This, he thought bitterly.
He’d been sitting in the classroom for two hours now. Of course there wasn’t much to clean up; how could there be? It wasn’t even an arts class. All his work was finished, had been finished- it was the first time he had ever wished his teachers assigned more. Now he was just bored out of his mind, and he didn’t even have tennis practice to look forward to.
Going back to the dorms and being picked on by Oshitari and Mukahi would even be better than this, rotting and molding and sweating, trapped in a stuffy building with no one to talk to but the voices in his head (who were getting disturbingly loud.) The rain would probably stop by the time he had gotten all the way down, since the school was so huge and all… and anyway, it wasn’t so hard that he’d be too sick to go to tennis practice the following day.
Shishido sighed and gathered up his bag, which he could very well just leave as it was completely empty. All he really needed were his chemistry notes for the test the next day, and the unfinished art project that, quite frankly, he didn’t really care about. He flipped shut the lights and with a quick once-over of the room, turned to walk down the three flights of stairs to the ground floor.
He really was going insane from boredom, he knew-the weird classical song from music class had started up in his head again, crescendoing like he was in a movie the further he moved down the steps. Just when he had finally gotten it out, too!
The day had, in fact, managed to get even worse. He slipped on a wet spot and nearly fell over the railing on the second floor, and then he slammed a hand through the bars and not only bruised himself badly, but jammed his fingers. On his tennis hand, no less! Shishido let out a string of curses and moved back against a wall to nurse his injured digits. It wasn’t like anyone was around to hear him, anyway.
The song stopped suddenly with a clattering sound of wood on wood, and footsteps.
“Are you all… Shishido-san? What are you doing here?”
Shishido glanced up- there stood his doubles partner, shirt unbuttoned quite a bit down, silver bangs damp with sweat. He raised an eyebrow. “I should be asking you the same thing.”
Choutarou straightened up, looking quite a bit flustered at the obvious assumption the other had. He refastened his shirt all the way up, even up to the ones that were generally there just for show. “That… well, are you okay?” He held a hand out for his sempai to take, solicitously looking him over. Shishido stood up and brushed the dirt off his pants.
“Fine. I had cleanup duty today.”
“Ah.”
“Had to do it all by myself, because Atobe skipped off.” The third year scowled and crossed his arms. “That guy, he thinks he can do whatever he wants…”
“I see.” Choutarou laughed nervously.
“Who were you playing violin for?”
“N-no, not for anyone. You were listening? Hiyoshi was doing homework, so I came back. Sorry, was I bothering you?” He bowed forwards in apology, but nevertheless still towered over Shishido.
“No, why would you be? My classroom’s on the third floor. I was just heading to the dorms.”
“Oh, okay. See you then.”
The rain was beating down harder than ever as Shishido got to the front door of the school. It made noises that sounded more like little pebbles were being poured down from somewhere in the sky, and the few drops that bypassed the overhang stung like slaps on his skin.
For the fifth time he looked through his bag just to make sure he hadn’t put an umbrella in and forgotten about it. Still nothing. It had to be around six now, which meant that by the time the rain stopped, everything would be gone. He bounced from heel to heel impatiently, with the puddles splashing up to leave little brown spatters on the hems of his pants. “Just washed these, too. Man, how lame…”
A gust of wind blew past that almost knocked him over, and then the storm proceeded to come even faster. Shishido narrowed his eyes. Silently he cursed whatever god decided to hate him that day- what else could he do? But it wasn’t like sitting here and just waiting for his divine retribution to be over would do any good.
“You’re a man, Shishido Ryou. Some stupid water isn’t going to hurt you.” He muttered to himself. He flung his backpack over his shoulder and grimaced as a flash of lightning cut through the sky. But really, it was now or never. He took a deep breath, and-
“Shishido-san!”
He stopped, turned. There was Choutarou again, holding his violin in one hand and a little cloth case in the other. “Did you… forget to bring an umbrella?”
.“… yes.” Shishido admitted, scuffing his shoes in the pavement.
Choutarou laughed lightly. “I only have one. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Oh, thank god. I thought you were going to say you didn’t have one, either.”
The second year unfolded said umbrella and bent over slightly so that the water wouldn’t get at his doubles partner. “Sorry it’s so small.”
“Not at all. Stop worrying so much, geez.” Shishido grinned.
“There’s no way either of us are going to come out completely dry, so stop trying to cover me so much. Stand up already.” He wrapped his hand over the other’s, entwining their elbows, and leaned closer. “Let’s go, before dinner’s all gone.”
“Okay.”