Ficlet: Unforgettable, PG-13
Title: Unforgettable.
Pairings: Atobe-centric, with SP, maybe a hint of Oshitari/Gakuto.
Rating: PG-13.
A/N: Following the trend of a couple other people, I thought I'd write a short, post Genius 305 fic.
"You lost on purpose," Oshitari repeats in slow, drawling disbelief. "Please tell me you're joking."
"Of course Ore-sama lost on purpose." Atobe admires himself in his mirrors reflection, and runs his hands through his buzz cut. "Don't tell me you suspected otherwise."
The shower in the second stall abruptly turns off. "Atobe, I swear --" Shishido barks, sticking his head out of the curtains until Ohtori pulls him back in with a slippery and soapy hand.
"Seriously --" Atobe says lightly as applies his base foundation, "-- touch it, and you will understand."
Jiroh lethargically brushes his head before his eyes snap open and he's bouncing on his feet. "Sugoi, Atobe-buchou!!! Hiyoshi, this is so totally, incredibly, amazingly, fantastically cool!!!"
Hiyoshi mutters something about one day having better hair than all of them. Oshitari rolls his eyes, but Gakuto bounces up onto Oshitari's back so he can reach Atobe's scalp and runs his hand through Atobe's hair. "Oh, Yuushi! He's right, it's really soft!"
"Exactly. I thought it'd be exciting to have my new look unveiled in front of everyone. Did you see how jealous that damned 'sickly-is-sexy' Yukimura was? I totally upstaged him as the prettiest and most dramatic. No one's going to remember his 'illness' now -- what a transparent plea for affection that was."
"And this was more important than Nationals?" Shishido calls from the shower stall before his voice squeaks into something high pitched and very distracted.
Atobe smirks as he applies his clear mascara (Shishido had once asked what good it did, and that had been the moment Atobe had realized what a sad and plebian being Shishido truly was) -- that Seigaku brat had incredible haircutting skills on top of everything else. As he had known from the very beginning. "Ore-sama is more important than anything. Ne, Kabaji?"
"Usu."
Atobe applies coconut flavored lip balm as a finishing touch and thanks himself for being so attractive. "Anyway -- a team wins Nationals every year. It’s practically common. How many times has this occurred?" He pauses, letting his conviction build. "Never. We, my minions, have made history, because I am unforgettable, and I haven't heard one thank you yet."
*
As Yukimura and Echizen stare each other down for Singles 1 in the finals, Yukimura grins serenely, dangerously. "I was thinking, Echizen-kun, that the loser should have to wear nothing but a pair of women's underwear and sing a song in front of everyone at the awards ceremony."
"MOTHER FUCKER," Atobe yells rabidly from the audience, and Kabaji has to hold him back.
Pairings: Atobe-centric, with SP, maybe a hint of Oshitari/Gakuto.
Rating: PG-13.
A/N: Following the trend of a couple other people, I thought I'd write a short, post Genius 305 fic.
"You lost on purpose," Oshitari repeats in slow, drawling disbelief. "Please tell me you're joking."
"Of course Ore-sama lost on purpose." Atobe admires himself in his mirrors reflection, and runs his hands through his buzz cut. "Don't tell me you suspected otherwise."
The shower in the second stall abruptly turns off. "Atobe, I swear --" Shishido barks, sticking his head out of the curtains until Ohtori pulls him back in with a slippery and soapy hand.
"Seriously --" Atobe says lightly as applies his base foundation, "-- touch it, and you will understand."
Jiroh lethargically brushes his head before his eyes snap open and he's bouncing on his feet. "Sugoi, Atobe-buchou!!! Hiyoshi, this is so totally, incredibly, amazingly, fantastically cool!!!"
Hiyoshi mutters something about one day having better hair than all of them. Oshitari rolls his eyes, but Gakuto bounces up onto Oshitari's back so he can reach Atobe's scalp and runs his hand through Atobe's hair. "Oh, Yuushi! He's right, it's really soft!"
"Exactly. I thought it'd be exciting to have my new look unveiled in front of everyone. Did you see how jealous that damned 'sickly-is-sexy' Yukimura was? I totally upstaged him as the prettiest and most dramatic. No one's going to remember his 'illness' now -- what a transparent plea for affection that was."
"And this was more important than Nationals?" Shishido calls from the shower stall before his voice squeaks into something high pitched and very distracted.
Atobe smirks as he applies his clear mascara (Shishido had once asked what good it did, and that had been the moment Atobe had realized what a sad and plebian being Shishido truly was) -- that Seigaku brat had incredible haircutting skills on top of everything else. As he had known from the very beginning. "Ore-sama is more important than anything. Ne, Kabaji?"
"Usu."
Atobe applies coconut flavored lip balm as a finishing touch and thanks himself for being so attractive. "Anyway -- a team wins Nationals every year. It’s practically common. How many times has this occurred?" He pauses, letting his conviction build. "Never. We, my minions, have made history, because I am unforgettable, and I haven't heard one thank you yet."
*
As Yukimura and Echizen stare each other down for Singles 1 in the finals, Yukimura grins serenely, dangerously. "I was thinking, Echizen-kun, that the loser should have to wear nothing but a pair of women's underwear and sing a song in front of everyone at the awards ceremony."
"MOTHER FUCKER," Atobe yells rabidly from the audience, and Kabaji has to hold him back.