FIC: U-17, Shishido, Gakuto, Hiyoshi
I guess this is kind of a spoiler for the most recent chapter of ShinTeni. But, dilettantka kinda prompted the thought and it was too amusing to let go of. XD
By the way, one of these lines was prompted by a true life experience with my brother, who says the most amusing things in his sleep.
"Move over, there's a rock digging into my back." Gakuto complained, shoving his sleeping bag against Shishido's. It was dark, and cold, since no one had thought to bring flashlights. Who would have? It was a tennis camp, yeah, but since when did that mean camping?
"What, no, you move." Shishido grumbled, his voice muffled and sleepy. It had been a long, exhausting day and both of them were wishing they were as deeply asleep as Hiyoshi, who was lightly snoring away on the other side of Gakuto.
"Oi! Get your elbow out of my face. You've been digging it into me for the past hour." Gakuto complained, knocking the offending appendage out of the way and pushing him further away for good measure.
"Ah, shit! What is that, your feet?" Gakuto's shove had prompted an exclamation from Shishido, who found himself tangled in the mess of sleeping bags that neither of them had really been able to figure out. "They're fucking cold. I thought it was a frog or something."
"Don't say that." Gakuto hissed, curling up. He poked Shishido with his food again out of spite, and wiggled around more until he was practically plastered against Shishido's back.
"What, scared?" Shishido taunted. "Suck it up you baby, a frog isn't going to kill you."
"Shut up asshole, it's a ball of fucking slime. And quit with the pet names, Ohtori'll get jealous." Gakuto gave a grunt as Shishido shoved him back, hard enough that he bumped into Hiyoshi.
"Will you stop bringing Choutarou into every fucking conversation? You're more-" Shishido, who's voice had been growing louder, was cut off by a sleepy mumble from the other side of their tiny tent.
"I don't think so, Atobe-san," came the voice of Hiyoshi, and Shishido and Gakuto would have shared a confused glance if they could see.
"Crows don't pay with credit-cards," the sleepy mumble continued, leaving pointed silence in it's wake until Gakuto snickered.
"Oi, Hiyoshi," Gakuto whispered, sticking his foot out to poke him. It didn't work very well since Hiyoshi had actually managed to get his contraption of cloth and zippers to make a functional sleeping bag. When no more sound came, not even a complaint, Gakuto snickered again and even Shishido gave a chuckle.
"What the hell is he saying?" Shishido whispered, rolling over to face the middle of the tent that both he and Hiyoshi had forced Gakuto to take.
"Sleeptalking," Gakuto replied quietly. His voice was nevertheless gleeful, and he scooted closer to Hiyoshi so as to be able to hear better.
"About Atobe," Shishido pointed out, his own voice amused.
They listened for a while longer, waiting for Hiyoshi to say something else, but he was silent once again. Finally they settled in to sleep themselves again, though Gakuto poked Shishido with his feet every time he got a bony elbow in his side.
But just as they were drifting off again, Gakuto somehow with his leg half tangled around one of Shishido's, the voice again shook them awake and into a sudden fit of quiet laughter. "Gekokujou."
It was going to be a long night.
By the way, one of these lines was prompted by a true life experience with my brother, who says the most amusing things in his sleep.
"Move over, there's a rock digging into my back." Gakuto complained, shoving his sleeping bag against Shishido's. It was dark, and cold, since no one had thought to bring flashlights. Who would have? It was a tennis camp, yeah, but since when did that mean camping?
"What, no, you move." Shishido grumbled, his voice muffled and sleepy. It had been a long, exhausting day and both of them were wishing they were as deeply asleep as Hiyoshi, who was lightly snoring away on the other side of Gakuto.
"Oi! Get your elbow out of my face. You've been digging it into me for the past hour." Gakuto complained, knocking the offending appendage out of the way and pushing him further away for good measure.
"Ah, shit! What is that, your feet?" Gakuto's shove had prompted an exclamation from Shishido, who found himself tangled in the mess of sleeping bags that neither of them had really been able to figure out. "They're fucking cold. I thought it was a frog or something."
"Don't say that." Gakuto hissed, curling up. He poked Shishido with his food again out of spite, and wiggled around more until he was practically plastered against Shishido's back.
"What, scared?" Shishido taunted. "Suck it up you baby, a frog isn't going to kill you."
"Shut up asshole, it's a ball of fucking slime. And quit with the pet names, Ohtori'll get jealous." Gakuto gave a grunt as Shishido shoved him back, hard enough that he bumped into Hiyoshi.
"Will you stop bringing Choutarou into every fucking conversation? You're more-" Shishido, who's voice had been growing louder, was cut off by a sleepy mumble from the other side of their tiny tent.
"I don't think so, Atobe-san," came the voice of Hiyoshi, and Shishido and Gakuto would have shared a confused glance if they could see.
"Crows don't pay with credit-cards," the sleepy mumble continued, leaving pointed silence in it's wake until Gakuto snickered.
"Oi, Hiyoshi," Gakuto whispered, sticking his foot out to poke him. It didn't work very well since Hiyoshi had actually managed to get his contraption of cloth and zippers to make a functional sleeping bag. When no more sound came, not even a complaint, Gakuto snickered again and even Shishido gave a chuckle.
"What the hell is he saying?" Shishido whispered, rolling over to face the middle of the tent that both he and Hiyoshi had forced Gakuto to take.
"Sleeptalking," Gakuto replied quietly. His voice was nevertheless gleeful, and he scooted closer to Hiyoshi so as to be able to hear better.
"About Atobe," Shishido pointed out, his own voice amused.
They listened for a while longer, waiting for Hiyoshi to say something else, but he was silent once again. Finally they settled in to sleep themselves again, though Gakuto poked Shishido with his feet every time he got a bony elbow in his side.
But just as they were drifting off again, Gakuto somehow with his leg half tangled around one of Shishido's, the voice again shook them awake and into a sudden fit of quiet laughter. "Gekokujou."
It was going to be a long night.