2 PoT drabbles + a JE one.
~ Haven't mentioned this before but I'm going to Paris in the beginning of Ocotber for a mini vacation! If anyone would rec me some places to tourist I'd be most grateful! I'm already planning on going to the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower.
~ All of the drabbles are for
ponta_chan , although I think you will in all probability only/mostly like the SP one. ;P
Title: I said NO!
Paring: Atobe/Yuuta
Wordcount: 368
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour
“No.”
“Yuuta,”
“No way.”
“But it’s-”
Yuuta crossed his arms and dug his feet in. “I said no.”
Atobe looked at his rebellious boyfriend, Yuuta did have a lot of positive points, or else Atobe wouldn’t have bothered with him to start with, but one of his bad points, at least in Atobe’s opinion, was that he could be as stubborn as a donkey for no apparent reason. “Yuuta, there is nothing wrong with it.”
Yuuta shook his head, why couldn’t Atobe understand? “No. It’s horrible.”
If Yuuta hadn’t been to busy being annoyed with Atobe he would have laughed at the horrified look Atobe gave him. “How can you say that?”
Yuuta snorted, “Easy, I have eyes and I’m not blind.”
“That is a matter of opinion.”
Yuuta felt like kicking Atobe. “I don’t see you wearing it, so why should I?”
“I thought you said that you weren’t blind Yuuta, everyone knows cerise doesn’t go well with Ore-sama’s complexion.”
Yuuta snarled, he didn’t want to go to the stupid charity dinner in the first place and now Atobe wanted him to wear a pink-coloured, girly shirt with matching jacket and pants.
Atobe twirled around to show off his fancy well fitted vine-coloured red suit. “I’m already wearing a personal designed Armani, and I got yours from Dolce & Gabbana. I do not know why you are complaining.”
Atobe looked at his watch. “Yuuta, you have ten minutes to get dressed.”
Yuuta glared at Atobe. “Is there something wrong with your ears? I told you no. N.O.”
Atobe sighed and threw up his hands.
Yuuta felt the sweet taste of victory.
“Fine,” Atobe said, “suit yourself.”
Yuuta smiled.
Atobe clapped his hands twice and suddenly the room was swarmed by attendants. Atobe went to sit down in one of the chairs while one of his servants served him a drink.
From the other side of the room Yuuta’s shrieks of anger could be heard.
Atobe took a sip of his wine, Yuuta would probably be pouting at him during the rest of the evening but Atobe could live with that, especially since he had told a photographer to take a lot of pictures of Yuuta during the dinner.
Title: Choutarou + kitchen = ?
Pairing: Tori/Shish
Wordcount: 325
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour
Shishido plastered a smile on his face, he really loved Choutarou. He did. The guy was unbelievingly sweet and could read his mind when it came to tennis related things, take him off the court though….
“Choutaoru, why don’t you let me do that?”
Choutarou looked up from what he was doing. “Oh no, Shishido-san! I promised you that I would cook you dinner and that’s what I’m doing.” Choutarou bent down to put something in whatever it was that he was making.
Shishido manage to give the younger boy a sickly smile and all the while he stared at what once had been his mother clean and ordered kitchen. He was so dead. Shishido would be grounded until he got sixty years old.
Shishido’s mother tolerated a lot of things, but all the men in the Shishido household knew that messing with the kitchen was big no no.
He winced when Choutarou grabbed some of the spices and just put them on a somewhat empty area and then proceeded to search among the rest still inside the cupboard and gone was his mother’s system for spices. Shishido felt like crying.
“Shishido-san, where do you have the garlic?”
Shishido couldn’t bring himself to speak instead he just pointed to the place where Choutarou earlier had massacred the vegetables. Choutarou slapped his forehead.
“I forgot that I got it earlier! Thank you Shishido-senpai.”
Shishido just whimpered. Choutarou looked up with a concerned face.
“Shishido-san, aren’t you feeling well? Why don’t you go lie down on the couch and I’ll come and get you when the food is ready, ok?”
Shishido stumbled out of the kitchen. If he by any miracle survived whatever it was Choutarou was cooking, his mother would still kill him, either way Shishido was a dead man. Perhaps there was still time to make a run for it.
“Shishido-san! Why is there smoke coming from the rice-cooker?”
He was so screwed.
Title: Blah, blah, blah
Characters: Kame, Jin, YamaPi, brief mention of Shirota Yuu
Pairing: Slight Akame I'd say, if you blink you may miss it. :P
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour
Wordcount: 388
Kazuya took a quick glance at his watch, Jin and Pi were late. How typical. He sighed and sat down on a bench that conveniently was standing there. Kazuya winced a bit while sitting down, his hip injury from Dream Boys was still bothering him somewhat although it was at it’s worst while performing.
“Won won!” Kazuya almost fell off the bench in pure fright.
“Oi! Pi! Jin! Stop laughing!”
YamaPi and Jin laughed at the now pouting Kazuya. “You should have seen your face.” Jin managed to get out.
Kazuya couldn’t help himself and started laughing with them and Jin sprawled down beside him.
“So, do you know where you want to eat?” Jin asked.
“Somewhere where there is a lot of food!”
“Hey! I wasn’t asking you.”
“But I’m hungry!”
“Didn’t I tell you to eat the banana on the way here?”
“But we were already late and I didn’t want Ka-chan to wait any longer than necessary.” Pi smiled charmingly and sat down on the other side of Kazuya.
Pi smiled innocently at Jin, “Beside it’s your fault that we are late anyway.”
“No it’s not!”
“Yes it is.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
“Naha”
“Uhu.”
“Kazuya tell the big meanie that it wasn’t my fault.”
“No, Kazuya tell him that it was his fault. Look, he was the one who wanted to try a shortcut. Guess what? He got lost.” Pi smiled triumphantly at Jin who sank down and was now sporting a pout.
Kazuya groaned he should have guessed and he didn’t feel like taking Pi’s side since he hadn’t managed to persuade Jin not to try out the new and improved way so instead he turned towards Jin and made sure to make his eyes huge.
Kazuya tugged on Jin’s arm until he met his gaze. “Jiiiin, I’m hungry.”
Jin nodded and got up quickly from the bench he extended a hand towards Kazuya to help him up and promptly ignored Pi’s expectant hand.
YamaPi rolled his eyes, “You are so whipped Jin. I want a friend that I can talk seriously with. I’m calling Shiro-tan over.” and took out his phone and made the call.
While both Jin and Pi were trying to talk at the same time to Shirota it was now Kazuya’s turn to roll his eyes, why didn’t the two bakas just put him on the speakerphone?
Edit: I forgot! Take a look at this: Nice muscles, huh? XDDD
~ All of the drabbles are for
ponta_chan , although I think you will in all probability only/mostly like the SP one. ;P
Title: I said NO!
Paring: Atobe/Yuuta
Wordcount: 368
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour
“No.”
“Yuuta,”
“No way.”
“But it’s-”
Yuuta crossed his arms and dug his feet in. “I said no.”
Atobe looked at his rebellious boyfriend, Yuuta did have a lot of positive points, or else Atobe wouldn’t have bothered with him to start with, but one of his bad points, at least in Atobe’s opinion, was that he could be as stubborn as a donkey for no apparent reason. “Yuuta, there is nothing wrong with it.”
Yuuta shook his head, why couldn’t Atobe understand? “No. It’s horrible.”
If Yuuta hadn’t been to busy being annoyed with Atobe he would have laughed at the horrified look Atobe gave him. “How can you say that?”
Yuuta snorted, “Easy, I have eyes and I’m not blind.”
“That is a matter of opinion.”
Yuuta felt like kicking Atobe. “I don’t see you wearing it, so why should I?”
“I thought you said that you weren’t blind Yuuta, everyone knows cerise doesn’t go well with Ore-sama’s complexion.”
Yuuta snarled, he didn’t want to go to the stupid charity dinner in the first place and now Atobe wanted him to wear a pink-coloured, girly shirt with matching jacket and pants.
Atobe twirled around to show off his fancy well fitted vine-coloured red suit. “I’m already wearing a personal designed Armani, and I got yours from Dolce & Gabbana. I do not know why you are complaining.”
Atobe looked at his watch. “Yuuta, you have ten minutes to get dressed.”
Yuuta glared at Atobe. “Is there something wrong with your ears? I told you no. N.O.”
Atobe sighed and threw up his hands.
Yuuta felt the sweet taste of victory.
“Fine,” Atobe said, “suit yourself.”
Yuuta smiled.
Atobe clapped his hands twice and suddenly the room was swarmed by attendants. Atobe went to sit down in one of the chairs while one of his servants served him a drink.
From the other side of the room Yuuta’s shrieks of anger could be heard.
Atobe took a sip of his wine, Yuuta would probably be pouting at him during the rest of the evening but Atobe could live with that, especially since he had told a photographer to take a lot of pictures of Yuuta during the dinner.
Title: Choutarou + kitchen = ?
Pairing: Tori/Shish
Wordcount: 325
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour
Shishido plastered a smile on his face, he really loved Choutarou. He did. The guy was unbelievingly sweet and could read his mind when it came to tennis related things, take him off the court though….
“Choutaoru, why don’t you let me do that?”
Choutarou looked up from what he was doing. “Oh no, Shishido-san! I promised you that I would cook you dinner and that’s what I’m doing.” Choutarou bent down to put something in whatever it was that he was making.
Shishido manage to give the younger boy a sickly smile and all the while he stared at what once had been his mother clean and ordered kitchen. He was so dead. Shishido would be grounded until he got sixty years old.
Shishido’s mother tolerated a lot of things, but all the men in the Shishido household knew that messing with the kitchen was big no no.
He winced when Choutarou grabbed some of the spices and just put them on a somewhat empty area and then proceeded to search among the rest still inside the cupboard and gone was his mother’s system for spices. Shishido felt like crying.
“Shishido-san, where do you have the garlic?”
Shishido couldn’t bring himself to speak instead he just pointed to the place where Choutarou earlier had massacred the vegetables. Choutarou slapped his forehead.
“I forgot that I got it earlier! Thank you Shishido-senpai.”
Shishido just whimpered. Choutarou looked up with a concerned face.
“Shishido-san, aren’t you feeling well? Why don’t you go lie down on the couch and I’ll come and get you when the food is ready, ok?”
Shishido stumbled out of the kitchen. If he by any miracle survived whatever it was Choutarou was cooking, his mother would still kill him, either way Shishido was a dead man. Perhaps there was still time to make a run for it.
“Shishido-san! Why is there smoke coming from the rice-cooker?”
He was so screwed.
Title: Blah, blah, blah
Characters: Kame, Jin, YamaPi, brief mention of Shirota Yuu
Pairing: Slight Akame I'd say, if you blink you may miss it. :P
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour
Wordcount: 388
Kazuya took a quick glance at his watch, Jin and Pi were late. How typical. He sighed and sat down on a bench that conveniently was standing there. Kazuya winced a bit while sitting down, his hip injury from Dream Boys was still bothering him somewhat although it was at it’s worst while performing.
“Won won!” Kazuya almost fell off the bench in pure fright.
“Oi! Pi! Jin! Stop laughing!”
YamaPi and Jin laughed at the now pouting Kazuya. “You should have seen your face.” Jin managed to get out.
Kazuya couldn’t help himself and started laughing with them and Jin sprawled down beside him.
“So, do you know where you want to eat?” Jin asked.
“Somewhere where there is a lot of food!”
“Hey! I wasn’t asking you.”
“But I’m hungry!”
“Didn’t I tell you to eat the banana on the way here?”
“But we were already late and I didn’t want Ka-chan to wait any longer than necessary.” Pi smiled charmingly and sat down on the other side of Kazuya.
Pi smiled innocently at Jin, “Beside it’s your fault that we are late anyway.”
“No it’s not!”
“Yes it is.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
“Naha”
“Uhu.”
“Kazuya tell the big meanie that it wasn’t my fault.”
“No, Kazuya tell him that it was his fault. Look, he was the one who wanted to try a shortcut. Guess what? He got lost.” Pi smiled triumphantly at Jin who sank down and was now sporting a pout.
Kazuya groaned he should have guessed and he didn’t feel like taking Pi’s side since he hadn’t managed to persuade Jin not to try out the new and improved way so instead he turned towards Jin and made sure to make his eyes huge.
Kazuya tugged on Jin’s arm until he met his gaze. “Jiiiin, I’m hungry.”
Jin nodded and got up quickly from the bench he extended a hand towards Kazuya to help him up and promptly ignored Pi’s expectant hand.
YamaPi rolled his eyes, “You are so whipped Jin. I want a friend that I can talk seriously with. I’m calling Shiro-tan over.” and took out his phone and made the call.
While both Jin and Pi were trying to talk at the same time to Shirota it was now Kazuya’s turn to roll his eyes, why didn’t the two bakas just put him on the speakerphone?
Edit: I forgot! Take a look at this: Nice muscles, huh? XDDD