Fic for pot500 Kevin and Ryoma
Title: Rivals
Pairing: None really... maybe a little bit of Kevin/Ryoma.
Rating: G
Word count: 336
Summary: Kevin Smith and Echizen Ryoma are rivals. Thats just the way things are.
A/N: This is written for pot500, which I just recently joined. Plus, I really like Kevin Smith, so I just wanted an excuse to write him.
Just as Romeo and Juliet were star-crossed lovers, there was no doubt in Kevin Smith’s mind that he and Echizen Ryoma were destined to be rivals. How could they be anything else, with their past the way it was? Their father’s rivalry had been carried over to the next generation, and Kevin and Ryoma would always be sworn enemies, always striving to be better than each other, and never giving up!
The problem was getting Ryoma to agree to it.
“But we have to play tennis together!”
Ryoma just takes a sip of Ponta. “I don’t want to,” he says.
“But it’s destined!” If Kevin Smith ever whined, now was the time. “I still have to beat you and avenge my father!”
“What’s the point?” Ryoma lies back on the grass and pulls his hat down over his eyes. “I’ll just win again.”
Kevin kicks Ryoma’s shoe. “We’re rivals. We have to play. We have to compete against each other! It’s what rivals do.”
Ryoma snorts. “We’re not rivals.”
Kevin sputters, “Of course we are! We always try to be better than each other-“
“I am already better than you.”
“We run into each other everywhere-“
“Because you follow me.”
“We know all each others moves-“
“Only because you copied all mine!”
Kevin growls. “Get up,” he says. “Play with me now.”
“I am comfortable,” says Ryoma. “Go play against a wall, or something.”
Frustrated, and more than a little bit angry, Kevin jumps on Ryoma. Ryoma yelps and tried to push him off, Kevin clings to him, and they roll over and over on the grass, finally ending with Kevin sitting on top of Ryoma.
“Admit we’re rivals!” yells Kevin, pushing his hands into Ryoma’s shoulders.
Ryoma’s panting beneath him, his cheeks turned pink. He smirks, and says, “We’re not rivals.”
“Yes we are!” cries Kevin. Ryoma just doesn’t understand. “what else could we be?”
Ryoma’s eyes lock onto his, and a real smile is pulling at his lips now. “What about friends?” he says.
Pairing: None really... maybe a little bit of Kevin/Ryoma.
Rating: G
Word count: 336
Summary: Kevin Smith and Echizen Ryoma are rivals. Thats just the way things are.
A/N: This is written for pot500, which I just recently joined. Plus, I really like Kevin Smith, so I just wanted an excuse to write him.
Just as Romeo and Juliet were star-crossed lovers, there was no doubt in Kevin Smith’s mind that he and Echizen Ryoma were destined to be rivals. How could they be anything else, with their past the way it was? Their father’s rivalry had been carried over to the next generation, and Kevin and Ryoma would always be sworn enemies, always striving to be better than each other, and never giving up!
The problem was getting Ryoma to agree to it.
“But we have to play tennis together!”
Ryoma just takes a sip of Ponta. “I don’t want to,” he says.
“But it’s destined!” If Kevin Smith ever whined, now was the time. “I still have to beat you and avenge my father!”
“What’s the point?” Ryoma lies back on the grass and pulls his hat down over his eyes. “I’ll just win again.”
Kevin kicks Ryoma’s shoe. “We’re rivals. We have to play. We have to compete against each other! It’s what rivals do.”
Ryoma snorts. “We’re not rivals.”
Kevin sputters, “Of course we are! We always try to be better than each other-“
“I am already better than you.”
“We run into each other everywhere-“
“Because you follow me.”
“We know all each others moves-“
“Only because you copied all mine!”
Kevin growls. “Get up,” he says. “Play with me now.”
“I am comfortable,” says Ryoma. “Go play against a wall, or something.”
Frustrated, and more than a little bit angry, Kevin jumps on Ryoma. Ryoma yelps and tried to push him off, Kevin clings to him, and they roll over and over on the grass, finally ending with Kevin sitting on top of Ryoma.
“Admit we’re rivals!” yells Kevin, pushing his hands into Ryoma’s shoulders.
Ryoma’s panting beneath him, his cheeks turned pink. He smirks, and says, “We’re not rivals.”
“Yes we are!” cries Kevin. Ryoma just doesn’t understand. “what else could we be?”
Ryoma’s eyes lock onto his, and a real smile is pulling at his lips now. “What about friends?” he says.