100_Situations Fic two/Prompt 007: Friend
Title: Boughton Monchelsea [Part 1/11]
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Oshitari Kenya, Shiraishi Kuranosuke, Watanabe Osamu [so far]
Table: 1
Prompt: 007, Friend
Word Count: 1295
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Introduction of characters following the first ever showing of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Set in 1594+.
Author's Notes: This is a vampire/Elizabethan/Victorian AU C: and lmao my attempt at Modern English SUCKS oh well
Early Autumn 1594.
Following the first performance of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet the crowds dispersed from the auditorium into the main entrance hall. Gentlemen and Ladies conversed to the finest degree, mostly on the topic of the fabulous story Sir William had put together.
"You can't surely think that he hath thought of this by himself?"
"But of course m'lady, Mr Shakespeare was always quite talented at school - it's no wonder he has become such a writer."
Kenya stepped past the group of couples nearby, giving them a charming smile when they waved to him. "Ah, Mr Oshitari sir, how have you been keeping?"
"Very well," Kenya nodded, "the patients at the hospital keep me busy, but other than that-"
"And how is your cousin? We've only heard wonderful things about him." Kenya's grin stiffened a little, but the couple didn't take notice.
"He's well, but I have to say he's leaving for London soon. Tomorro' I think." The couple seemed saddened by this. "No need to worry though, he'll visit often, I'm sure." Kenya was more than aware his cousin took people's attention more than he did, so with a sharp bow he edged away. "If you'll excuse me."
"Very well, it's been a pleasure doctor." The Gentleman bowed back, the lady giving Kenya a small curtsy herself.
Kenya walked off , scooting past people towards the exit so he could leave. His job was unfortunate in some ways, taking care of ill patients was a dutiful but long and unbearable task the best of times. All he wanted was to get on his carriage home and sleep. It would take a few hours to do as much with the distance he was from the theatre. However, just as he was about to leave he caught some one's reflection in the glass door, turning in alarm when the man spoke.
"Leaving so soon?" Taller than himself and rather slender, Kenya was rather alarmed when he'd been called upon by someone he'd never seen before.
"Ah, I have a long day in the surgery tomorrow," Kenya smiled, seeming a little nervous as he tugged his gloves on. The air was cool outside, and he did not wish to catch a cold.
"A doctor?" the Gentleman stepped closer, lips slowly moving into a smirk. "What a coincidence," he held his arm out - showing off bandaged skin. "I was rather hoping it was you, I wonder if you might have the heart to help me?" Kenya stepped away from the door, taking the bandaged arm with his gloved hands.
"May I inquire as to the problem?"
"Not here," Kenya blinked when the other man's free hand lifted up, pressing against lips to make a 'shh' notion. "The cloak room, it would be most unpleasant for the other guests, do you not think... Mr Oshitari?"
"Ah, of course." Kenya gave a small smile, surprised when that hand that had moments before been touching lips took his wrist gently, pulling Kenya's hand back from his own injured one.
"This way then, Sir."
Kenya followed past the marble statues that lit up the great hall, smiling kindly to people on the way. For what his sharp and irritable temper allowed, he could be a caring Gentleman for the most part. If anything, his mood would only swiftly change when his more preferable cousin was mentioned.
"May I ask for your name, Sir?" Kenya stepped into the cloakroom behind the other Gentleman, eyeing the smooth candlesticks along the wall. The light would be sufficient enough, as long as he only had to diagnose.
"My apologies," a small bow was given in Kenya's direction, along with a boyish smile. "Kuranosuke Shiraishi," they shook hands before Kenya diverted his attention to the injured one again.
"It's a pleasure then, Mr Shiraishi." A small bow was given back, before Kenya held his hands out again. "May I?"
"But of course," Shiraishi's hand draped across Kenya's right hand, and with his left he started to unwrap the bandages. "We are... not so sure how the problem occurred doctor." Shiraishi explained when the red rash under the bandages showed and Kenya let out a sigh of relief. "Oh? Is that a sigh of relief thy lips release, sir?"
Kenya's smile was luminous. "Of course," he re-bandaged the arm. "It is merely dermatitis, a skin condition that results from an allergy." With a pat Kenya let the arm fall to Shiraishi's side again - bandage back in place. "If you come by to the surgery tomorro' I will give you a prescription to soothe the itching. I presume there has been some?"
"You are most aware, doctor." Shiraishi's compliment made Kenya smile once more. "I am in your debt." Shiraishi's good hand hand pressed against his cheek, stroking the smooth skin - stopping his heartbeat in an instant. It took him a moment to pull back, but when he did the flushed skin of his cheeks was all the more visible. "You are too kind."
"I think you have overstepped your boundaries-" Kenya was cut off when he was pressed against a wall between two of the candles, with Shiraishi leering at him. His voice shook when he spoke, and while his hands should have pushed his new patient away, they could not for in an instance they were pinned by his sides.
"And thus I must inquire to what these boundaries must be?" Kenya's face turned towards the left when hot breath ghosted over his skin. "Civilities, dear Mr Oshitari? I was unaware you were so uptight about social matters." A sharp gasp followed when Shiraishi's knee slipped between his legs, and his fists clenched at his sides.
"Am I to presume you have no manners with whomever you meet?"
"You are to presume I have no manners with whomever attracts me."
"Then..." Kenya twisted a little, breathing a little off. "Am I to presume...?"
"That I have found myself attracted to you? Yes, you would be quite right doctor."
The door creaked as some of the other guests came to collect their coats, and Shiraishi had pulled back in an instant - breaking contact. "Thank you for your time, kind Sir."
Kenya forced a small bow back as he tried to remember how to breathe, for he had never in his life met an acquaintance who had taken his breath away as just then. "It is but my duty," Kenya's hands fiddled with his gloves, pulling them tighter onto his hands, refusing to actually look at Shiraishi.
"Then I shall see you tomorro' for that prescription you promised." Shiraishi turned on his heel, grabbing his coat from the side and left the room, leaving Kenya to slide down the wall a bit. His hand moved to his forehead to try and calm himself down.
Neither of them noticed the male who had walked in on them staring at them, nor did they notice the sharp eyes that had taken their forms in and indulged in their own fantasy of having both of them as their own. Not until he spoke anyway, to Kenya after Shiraishi had already left.
"Y'alrigh' there?" the man tipped his top hat back a little, a lazy grin spreading across his face. He was pale, but dressed sharply. Like a fine Gentleman.
"I apologise, I must make haste." Kenya bowed before he grabbed his cloak. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Sir..."
"Watanabe. Osamu Watanabe," the Gentleman told him. "We'll meet again soon."
Kenya didn't think on it again as he ran out of the room, through the crowded hall of people. He was still flushed from the incident and didn't look anyone in the eye. How was he to explain that another male had made his heart flutter in such a way?
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Oshitari Kenya, Shiraishi Kuranosuke, Watanabe Osamu [so far]
Table: 1
Prompt: 007, Friend
Word Count: 1295
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Introduction of characters following the first ever showing of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Set in 1594+.
Author's Notes: This is a vampire/Elizabethan/Victorian AU C: and lmao my attempt at Modern English SUCKS oh well
Early Autumn 1594.
Following the first performance of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet the crowds dispersed from the auditorium into the main entrance hall. Gentlemen and Ladies conversed to the finest degree, mostly on the topic of the fabulous story Sir William had put together.
"You can't surely think that he hath thought of this by himself?"
"But of course m'lady, Mr Shakespeare was always quite talented at school - it's no wonder he has become such a writer."
Kenya stepped past the group of couples nearby, giving them a charming smile when they waved to him. "Ah, Mr Oshitari sir, how have you been keeping?"
"Very well," Kenya nodded, "the patients at the hospital keep me busy, but other than that-"
"And how is your cousin? We've only heard wonderful things about him." Kenya's grin stiffened a little, but the couple didn't take notice.
"He's well, but I have to say he's leaving for London soon. Tomorro' I think." The couple seemed saddened by this. "No need to worry though, he'll visit often, I'm sure." Kenya was more than aware his cousin took people's attention more than he did, so with a sharp bow he edged away. "If you'll excuse me."
"Very well, it's been a pleasure doctor." The Gentleman bowed back, the lady giving Kenya a small curtsy herself.
Kenya walked off , scooting past people towards the exit so he could leave. His job was unfortunate in some ways, taking care of ill patients was a dutiful but long and unbearable task the best of times. All he wanted was to get on his carriage home and sleep. It would take a few hours to do as much with the distance he was from the theatre. However, just as he was about to leave he caught some one's reflection in the glass door, turning in alarm when the man spoke.
"Leaving so soon?" Taller than himself and rather slender, Kenya was rather alarmed when he'd been called upon by someone he'd never seen before.
"Ah, I have a long day in the surgery tomorrow," Kenya smiled, seeming a little nervous as he tugged his gloves on. The air was cool outside, and he did not wish to catch a cold.
"A doctor?" the Gentleman stepped closer, lips slowly moving into a smirk. "What a coincidence," he held his arm out - showing off bandaged skin. "I was rather hoping it was you, I wonder if you might have the heart to help me?" Kenya stepped away from the door, taking the bandaged arm with his gloved hands.
"May I inquire as to the problem?"
"Not here," Kenya blinked when the other man's free hand lifted up, pressing against lips to make a 'shh' notion. "The cloak room, it would be most unpleasant for the other guests, do you not think... Mr Oshitari?"
"Ah, of course." Kenya gave a small smile, surprised when that hand that had moments before been touching lips took his wrist gently, pulling Kenya's hand back from his own injured one.
"This way then, Sir."
Kenya followed past the marble statues that lit up the great hall, smiling kindly to people on the way. For what his sharp and irritable temper allowed, he could be a caring Gentleman for the most part. If anything, his mood would only swiftly change when his more preferable cousin was mentioned.
"May I ask for your name, Sir?" Kenya stepped into the cloakroom behind the other Gentleman, eyeing the smooth candlesticks along the wall. The light would be sufficient enough, as long as he only had to diagnose.
"My apologies," a small bow was given in Kenya's direction, along with a boyish smile. "Kuranosuke Shiraishi," they shook hands before Kenya diverted his attention to the injured one again.
"It's a pleasure then, Mr Shiraishi." A small bow was given back, before Kenya held his hands out again. "May I?"
"But of course," Shiraishi's hand draped across Kenya's right hand, and with his left he started to unwrap the bandages. "We are... not so sure how the problem occurred doctor." Shiraishi explained when the red rash under the bandages showed and Kenya let out a sigh of relief. "Oh? Is that a sigh of relief thy lips release, sir?"
Kenya's smile was luminous. "Of course," he re-bandaged the arm. "It is merely dermatitis, a skin condition that results from an allergy." With a pat Kenya let the arm fall to Shiraishi's side again - bandage back in place. "If you come by to the surgery tomorro' I will give you a prescription to soothe the itching. I presume there has been some?"
"You are most aware, doctor." Shiraishi's compliment made Kenya smile once more. "I am in your debt." Shiraishi's good hand hand pressed against his cheek, stroking the smooth skin - stopping his heartbeat in an instant. It took him a moment to pull back, but when he did the flushed skin of his cheeks was all the more visible. "You are too kind."
"I think you have overstepped your boundaries-" Kenya was cut off when he was pressed against a wall between two of the candles, with Shiraishi leering at him. His voice shook when he spoke, and while his hands should have pushed his new patient away, they could not for in an instance they were pinned by his sides.
"And thus I must inquire to what these boundaries must be?" Kenya's face turned towards the left when hot breath ghosted over his skin. "Civilities, dear Mr Oshitari? I was unaware you were so uptight about social matters." A sharp gasp followed when Shiraishi's knee slipped between his legs, and his fists clenched at his sides.
"Am I to presume you have no manners with whomever you meet?"
"You are to presume I have no manners with whomever attracts me."
"Then..." Kenya twisted a little, breathing a little off. "Am I to presume...?"
"That I have found myself attracted to you? Yes, you would be quite right doctor."
The door creaked as some of the other guests came to collect their coats, and Shiraishi had pulled back in an instant - breaking contact. "Thank you for your time, kind Sir."
Kenya forced a small bow back as he tried to remember how to breathe, for he had never in his life met an acquaintance who had taken his breath away as just then. "It is but my duty," Kenya's hands fiddled with his gloves, pulling them tighter onto his hands, refusing to actually look at Shiraishi.
"Then I shall see you tomorro' for that prescription you promised." Shiraishi turned on his heel, grabbing his coat from the side and left the room, leaving Kenya to slide down the wall a bit. His hand moved to his forehead to try and calm himself down.
Neither of them noticed the male who had walked in on them staring at them, nor did they notice the sharp eyes that had taken their forms in and indulged in their own fantasy of having both of them as their own. Not until he spoke anyway, to Kenya after Shiraishi had already left.
"Y'alrigh' there?" the man tipped his top hat back a little, a lazy grin spreading across his face. He was pale, but dressed sharply. Like a fine Gentleman.
"I apologise, I must make haste." Kenya bowed before he grabbed his cloak. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Sir..."
"Watanabe. Osamu Watanabe," the Gentleman told him. "We'll meet again soon."
Kenya didn't think on it again as he ran out of the room, through the crowded hall of people. He was still flushed from the incident and didn't look anyone in the eye. How was he to explain that another male had made his heart flutter in such a way?