Three Tenipuri Drabbles
because i'm slow and lazy, here are three drabbles from pot_challenge and iron_tennis that i wrote over the past...oh geez iono. i wrote two other ones, but they didn't place so i'm not going to bother going back to find them. worthless pieces of crap anyway >P. and please excuse the mood. it's early and i'm not sleepy, and there's definitely something wrong with that. but anyway, the drabbles. that's what's important anyway.
title: rainwater
pairing: one-sided takafuji
challenge: pot_challenge wk9: tenimyu / any liquid substance
rating: pg
notes: 3rd place. angst that is not angst? iono. it was hard for me to write this one.
It is raining inside and outside when Taka sees Fuji stumble in, rainwater in his hair and eyes and flowing freely down his cheeks. Fuji says nothing as he slumps over the bar, dripping here and there, and Taka demands no answer, brushing a careful hand under Fuji's heavy lashes before reaching for his poison. They sit for an eternity, Fuji nursing his drink and Taka preparing the sushi, each contemplating his own and Taka thinks the rainwater today tastes decidedly salty. Fuji thanks Taka out of courtesy when Taka hands him the platter - this is not, they both know, the first time Fuji has come in wet from the rain, snow, or sun and will not be the last, and they have created an according routine, which includes Taka comforting and Fuji crying, but neither really talking. The routine, like his sake, is a comfort for Fuji. Taka smiles, and refills Fuji's drink.
They sit in silence for hours, listening to the drip drip of Fuji's rain while Taka is coaxed into eating a piece of wasabi sushi and does so willingly, because Fuji will laugh at the expression on his face. Fuji finishes five, six, ten more cups of sake; Taka would be worried, but Fuji reassures him and Taka holds his fears inside - there will be time for worries later. Finally, with the sushi all gone and liquor bottle empty, Fuji gets up and bids Taka goodbye. Taka smiles, and watches Fuji shake out the water that has permeated his clothes and skin and bones, then walk out the door into the pouring rain. In exactly two heartbeats, Taka knows, he will grab an umbrella and close up for the night. He will catch up to Fuji, huffing and puffing, and walk him home. Fuji will invite him in when they reach his door, but Taka will refuse, knowing that now is not his time and that Fuji has someone waiting for him - lover's spat or not. But for the two heartbeats before he runs out the door, umbrella in hand, Taka closes his eyes and breathes in Fuji's scent and tastes Fuji's tears. He thinks things will change, someday.
title: the captain's club
pairing: everyone ♥ tezuka
challenge: pot_challenge wk10 buchou / summer
rating: pg15 for implications
notes: 2nd place. haha my crappy attempt at humour. there is a reason i do not write humour!fic. mainly being that i can't. i don't know what possessed me to write piece of...yah.
Five weeks after conception, no one would admit to being the mastermind, though it was generally assumed that The Captain's Club was an Atobe-esque name, and thus an Atobe-spawned idea. The matter was never cleared up, and despite the unclear culprit, the seven captains met every Friday at six o'clock sharp at Tezuka's house (unanimous vote - after Tezuka's was discarded) to consume low-fat health foods while discussing tennis (fashion, and boys).
---
"I'M GOING." Aoi said, beaming at his team.
Several players nodded in response - a few went as far as waving. Saeki grinned.
"Where are you going, Kentarou?"
"TO THE CAPTAIN'S CLUB." Aoi responded. He turned, and Bane went temporarily deaf.
"When will you be back, Kentarou?" Saeki moved towards the left, forcing Aoi's head to follow him.
"TOMORROW."
Dabide, who had been on his way to help Bane, found himself similarly handicapped.
"Have fun then, Kentarou."
"OF COURSE."
Saeki felt bad for the passing first year.
---
The first meeting had been run by Tezuka, much to Atobe and Kajimoto's dismay. Within minutes of Akazawa's arrival, he had produced a whiteboard and several markers. Jobs were delegated, food was evenly distributed, and Tezuka had managed to turn their friendly meeting into a reproduction of the Senate of the United States, complete with gavel and stone statues.
There hadn't been much talk of tennis, not after someone (Yukimura looked particularly suspicious) yell of "food fight", which turned into "dog pile" and "strip fest". Tezuka spent the rest of the weekend picking boxers off bookshelves, and wondering if his shoulder would ever heal again.
---
"I'm going now," Yukimura said. Sanada grunted and returned to his book. Yukimura frowned. With Sanada, you got what you saw: a block, capable of emotions but not capable of expressing them. "Wish me a safe journey?" Yukimura said, and Sanada grunted again.
Yukimura stepped out and closed the door. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he projected outwards in a high, girlish scream. "Akaya! Stop, nghh, that tickles...ah!"
Sanada came barrelling out the door. Yukimura dropped a kiss on his cheek and laughed. "See you tomorrow, Genichirou."
---
Minami, suprisingly, had taken command their second week. "Today," he said in a gravelly voice, trying to channel Tezuka's aura, as Tezuka was currently tied up in his room (he had cancelled the meeting, but it had been six on one and Aoi had aimed a particularly good sonic boom at Tezuka's left elbow) "we will discuss doubles strategy."
"OKAY, JIMMY." Aoi had cheerfully agreed.
The meeting ended in pandemonium.
---
"I am leaving." Kajimoto declared.
"I am leaving." Wakato declared.
"Practice well in my absence." Kajimoto commanded.
"Practice well in my absence." Wakato commanded.
"Wakato, shut up." Kajimoto said.
"Wakato, shut u-" Wakato said, before Kajimoto shoved a tennis ball in his mouth.
---
Meetings three and four were headed by Atobe and Yukimura respectively, though Akazawa had offered to wrestle Yukimura for leadership (locking Mizuki out of the room had been a brilliant stroke - Akazawa had developed a backbone 3.5 seconds thereafter). Atobe's meeting was, surprisingly, uneventful. Promotional materials and bath salts were handed out, silk lingerie and various other tennis-improving items were displayed for a price. Kajimoto had not been the only one who left with new ideas (as well as trousers); Tachibana had seen the light and dyed his hair a temporary lavender.
Tezuka was finally untied at meeting four, where the question of vice-captains was brought up by Yukimura. One hundred precious minutes were spent arguing over whether Atobe needed a subordinate (Aoi wondered why everyone was yelling). One hundred more were spent on Tachibana, who remained stolid through questions of whether Kamio or Ibu was better. By twelve midnight, Tezuka realized that vice-captains meant Mizuki, and - emitting powerful Zone-like waves - ended the conversation by declaring that no vice-captains of any kind would be allowed in The Captain's Club.
---
Fuji was faintly surprised when he found Tezuka bound, gagged, locked and chained to his bed the next morning. There were familiar and unfamiliar items around Tezuka's room, which looked strangely rumpled, and Fuji picked up the handcuffs before bidding Tezuka goodbye. Atobe would probably be needing those tonight.
---
The next meeting wasn't given much of a chance to fly, as Tezuka became the center of attention once he descended the staircase.
"Oh Tezuka," Yukimura breathed, stroking a line down Tezuka's arm, "the way you took control last week was so manly."
"Of course," Atobe agreed pompously, sliding his way up Tezuka's shirt. "He learned from the best."
"YOU ARE MY HERO." Aoi declared. "GROUP HUG!"
Akazawa leaned into soak up some of Tezuka's rays. If he was lucky, Mizuki might notice a difference.
"You never fail to impress," Tachibana nodded formally, though Tezuka felt another pair of hands uncomfortably close to his butt.
"I brought cookies," Kajimoto sparkled. "Minami and I baked them together, after your rousing performance!"
Minami giggled.
Tezuka felt another migraine coming, especially after someone delivered a well-placed blow to his elbow.
"You didn't forget we were sleeping over, right?" Yukimura asked, clinking something in his back pocket.
title: 2:34PM
pairing: d1
challenge: iron_tennis wk5 platinum pair v. silver pair
rating: pg13
notes: 2nd place. uhh yeah. nothing to say for this one. wrote it in the hospital on piece of paper. in big thick ugly market. oh yeah.
The fourth thing Niou ever tells Yagyuu is that alcohol is useless (to a coffee addict, but Yagyuu does not learn that until later); the fifth is the address of a cafe, where Yagyuu will join Niou in planning world domination over a cup of good mocha. Niou, Yagyuu has learned, is much like a finicky gas-powered engine: functioning just adequately on a serving of caffeine but worthless when fed diesel. Yagyuu thus ensures that Niou remains on a steady diet of devilish plans and freshly brewed coffee, lest he implode and break all his gears.
"I ordered for you already," Niou says to Yagyuu when Yagyuu arrives five minutes early (thought it doesn't matter because Niou arrived ten). They are regulars, to both the tennis team and seat in the far corner, daily at 2:34PM because Yagyuu likes regularity and Niou doesn't like English.
"Thank you," Yagyuu says and he doesn't use Niou's name because it is excess and superficial - they know who they are, alone, together.
"It's hot choco," Niou says in his happy stilted speech - Niou hates hot chocolate for the caffeine it is not but Yagyuu hates it more, so in Niou's mind, the sugary sweet it worth the look and glare Yagyuu gives him. As predicted, Yagyuu manages a slightly-less-than-normal face (full-out vomit, in Niou-language) when the cups arrive.
"Itadakimasu," says Yagyuu, reaching for his cup.
"Wait!" Niou says, grinning. In two swift motions, Niou's hand is blocking Yagyuu's glasses; the other drops something into Yagyuu's drink (it sizzles at contact, Yagyuu blinks uncomfortably).
"Yes?" Yagyuu asks when Niou removes the offending hand.
"They forgot your marshmallows," Niou replies pleasantly.
"Marshmallows don't sink," Yagyuu gives the cup a pointed glance.
"Oops," Niou says, picking at the table. "Must have been one of these." He holds out a small, brown object, oblong yet round. "Bird shit. Sorry. Wrong pocket."
Yagyuu twitches slightly at the thought of Niou dropping feces into his drink (a little voice pities the rest of the world, alone and normal without their Nious). Niou grins. "It looks like a coffee bean," Yagyuu tells Niou.
"I never lie," Niou replies.
The hot chocolate is ice cold before Yagyuu drinks it, but he does and leaves a hearty tip. Niou lounges in the chair some more - Yagyuu's stares, at their most piecing (over a cup of cold chocolate), are something to be treasured.
School (but not English) progresses normally; Yagyuu and Niou go to tennis, dinner, Yagyuu's house, Niou's home, Yagyuu's house, Sanada's home, and Yagyuu's house again. That night in bed, when Niou is feeling particularly Yagyuu-ish and truthful, he bites Yagyuu's collarbone and mumbles through the blood.
"That wasn't really bird shit, you know."
Yagyuu wonders if he'll need stitches. The ceiling is awfully white tonight. "I know."
make it go awaaaaaaaaaaay. :headwritersblockdesk:
title: rainwater
pairing: one-sided takafuji
challenge: pot_challenge wk9: tenimyu / any liquid substance
rating: pg
notes: 3rd place. angst that is not angst? iono. it was hard for me to write this one.
It is raining inside and outside when Taka sees Fuji stumble in, rainwater in his hair and eyes and flowing freely down his cheeks. Fuji says nothing as he slumps over the bar, dripping here and there, and Taka demands no answer, brushing a careful hand under Fuji's heavy lashes before reaching for his poison. They sit for an eternity, Fuji nursing his drink and Taka preparing the sushi, each contemplating his own and Taka thinks the rainwater today tastes decidedly salty. Fuji thanks Taka out of courtesy when Taka hands him the platter - this is not, they both know, the first time Fuji has come in wet from the rain, snow, or sun and will not be the last, and they have created an according routine, which includes Taka comforting and Fuji crying, but neither really talking. The routine, like his sake, is a comfort for Fuji. Taka smiles, and refills Fuji's drink.
They sit in silence for hours, listening to the drip drip of Fuji's rain while Taka is coaxed into eating a piece of wasabi sushi and does so willingly, because Fuji will laugh at the expression on his face. Fuji finishes five, six, ten more cups of sake; Taka would be worried, but Fuji reassures him and Taka holds his fears inside - there will be time for worries later. Finally, with the sushi all gone and liquor bottle empty, Fuji gets up and bids Taka goodbye. Taka smiles, and watches Fuji shake out the water that has permeated his clothes and skin and bones, then walk out the door into the pouring rain. In exactly two heartbeats, Taka knows, he will grab an umbrella and close up for the night. He will catch up to Fuji, huffing and puffing, and walk him home. Fuji will invite him in when they reach his door, but Taka will refuse, knowing that now is not his time and that Fuji has someone waiting for him - lover's spat or not. But for the two heartbeats before he runs out the door, umbrella in hand, Taka closes his eyes and breathes in Fuji's scent and tastes Fuji's tears. He thinks things will change, someday.
title: the captain's club
pairing: everyone ♥ tezuka
challenge: pot_challenge wk10 buchou / summer
rating: pg15 for implications
notes: 2nd place. haha my crappy attempt at humour. there is a reason i do not write humour!fic. mainly being that i can't. i don't know what possessed me to write piece of...yah.
Five weeks after conception, no one would admit to being the mastermind, though it was generally assumed that The Captain's Club was an Atobe-esque name, and thus an Atobe-spawned idea. The matter was never cleared up, and despite the unclear culprit, the seven captains met every Friday at six o'clock sharp at Tezuka's house (unanimous vote - after Tezuka's was discarded) to consume low-fat health foods while discussing tennis (fashion, and boys).
---
"I'M GOING." Aoi said, beaming at his team.
Several players nodded in response - a few went as far as waving. Saeki grinned.
"Where are you going, Kentarou?"
"TO THE CAPTAIN'S CLUB." Aoi responded. He turned, and Bane went temporarily deaf.
"When will you be back, Kentarou?" Saeki moved towards the left, forcing Aoi's head to follow him.
"TOMORROW."
Dabide, who had been on his way to help Bane, found himself similarly handicapped.
"Have fun then, Kentarou."
"OF COURSE."
Saeki felt bad for the passing first year.
---
The first meeting had been run by Tezuka, much to Atobe and Kajimoto's dismay. Within minutes of Akazawa's arrival, he had produced a whiteboard and several markers. Jobs were delegated, food was evenly distributed, and Tezuka had managed to turn their friendly meeting into a reproduction of the Senate of the United States, complete with gavel and stone statues.
There hadn't been much talk of tennis, not after someone (Yukimura looked particularly suspicious) yell of "food fight", which turned into "dog pile" and "strip fest". Tezuka spent the rest of the weekend picking boxers off bookshelves, and wondering if his shoulder would ever heal again.
---
"I'm going now," Yukimura said. Sanada grunted and returned to his book. Yukimura frowned. With Sanada, you got what you saw: a block, capable of emotions but not capable of expressing them. "Wish me a safe journey?" Yukimura said, and Sanada grunted again.
Yukimura stepped out and closed the door. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he projected outwards in a high, girlish scream. "Akaya! Stop, nghh, that tickles...ah!"
Sanada came barrelling out the door. Yukimura dropped a kiss on his cheek and laughed. "See you tomorrow, Genichirou."
---
Minami, suprisingly, had taken command their second week. "Today," he said in a gravelly voice, trying to channel Tezuka's aura, as Tezuka was currently tied up in his room (he had cancelled the meeting, but it had been six on one and Aoi had aimed a particularly good sonic boom at Tezuka's left elbow) "we will discuss doubles strategy."
"OKAY, JIMMY." Aoi had cheerfully agreed.
The meeting ended in pandemonium.
---
"I am leaving." Kajimoto declared.
"I am leaving." Wakato declared.
"Practice well in my absence." Kajimoto commanded.
"Practice well in my absence." Wakato commanded.
"Wakato, shut up." Kajimoto said.
"Wakato, shut u-" Wakato said, before Kajimoto shoved a tennis ball in his mouth.
---
Meetings three and four were headed by Atobe and Yukimura respectively, though Akazawa had offered to wrestle Yukimura for leadership (locking Mizuki out of the room had been a brilliant stroke - Akazawa had developed a backbone 3.5 seconds thereafter). Atobe's meeting was, surprisingly, uneventful. Promotional materials and bath salts were handed out, silk lingerie and various other tennis-improving items were displayed for a price. Kajimoto had not been the only one who left with new ideas (as well as trousers); Tachibana had seen the light and dyed his hair a temporary lavender.
Tezuka was finally untied at meeting four, where the question of vice-captains was brought up by Yukimura. One hundred precious minutes were spent arguing over whether Atobe needed a subordinate (Aoi wondered why everyone was yelling). One hundred more were spent on Tachibana, who remained stolid through questions of whether Kamio or Ibu was better. By twelve midnight, Tezuka realized that vice-captains meant Mizuki, and - emitting powerful Zone-like waves - ended the conversation by declaring that no vice-captains of any kind would be allowed in The Captain's Club.
---
Fuji was faintly surprised when he found Tezuka bound, gagged, locked and chained to his bed the next morning. There were familiar and unfamiliar items around Tezuka's room, which looked strangely rumpled, and Fuji picked up the handcuffs before bidding Tezuka goodbye. Atobe would probably be needing those tonight.
---
The next meeting wasn't given much of a chance to fly, as Tezuka became the center of attention once he descended the staircase.
"Oh Tezuka," Yukimura breathed, stroking a line down Tezuka's arm, "the way you took control last week was so manly."
"Of course," Atobe agreed pompously, sliding his way up Tezuka's shirt. "He learned from the best."
"YOU ARE MY HERO." Aoi declared. "GROUP HUG!"
Akazawa leaned into soak up some of Tezuka's rays. If he was lucky, Mizuki might notice a difference.
"You never fail to impress," Tachibana nodded formally, though Tezuka felt another pair of hands uncomfortably close to his butt.
"I brought cookies," Kajimoto sparkled. "Minami and I baked them together, after your rousing performance!"
Minami giggled.
Tezuka felt another migraine coming, especially after someone delivered a well-placed blow to his elbow.
"You didn't forget we were sleeping over, right?" Yukimura asked, clinking something in his back pocket.
title: 2:34PM
pairing: d1
challenge: iron_tennis wk5 platinum pair v. silver pair
rating: pg13
notes: 2nd place. uhh yeah. nothing to say for this one. wrote it in the hospital on piece of paper. in big thick ugly market. oh yeah.
The fourth thing Niou ever tells Yagyuu is that alcohol is useless (to a coffee addict, but Yagyuu does not learn that until later); the fifth is the address of a cafe, where Yagyuu will join Niou in planning world domination over a cup of good mocha. Niou, Yagyuu has learned, is much like a finicky gas-powered engine: functioning just adequately on a serving of caffeine but worthless when fed diesel. Yagyuu thus ensures that Niou remains on a steady diet of devilish plans and freshly brewed coffee, lest he implode and break all his gears.
"I ordered for you already," Niou says to Yagyuu when Yagyuu arrives five minutes early (thought it doesn't matter because Niou arrived ten). They are regulars, to both the tennis team and seat in the far corner, daily at 2:34PM because Yagyuu likes regularity and Niou doesn't like English.
"Thank you," Yagyuu says and he doesn't use Niou's name because it is excess and superficial - they know who they are, alone, together.
"It's hot choco," Niou says in his happy stilted speech - Niou hates hot chocolate for the caffeine it is not but Yagyuu hates it more, so in Niou's mind, the sugary sweet it worth the look and glare Yagyuu gives him. As predicted, Yagyuu manages a slightly-less-than-normal face (full-out vomit, in Niou-language) when the cups arrive.
"Itadakimasu," says Yagyuu, reaching for his cup.
"Wait!" Niou says, grinning. In two swift motions, Niou's hand is blocking Yagyuu's glasses; the other drops something into Yagyuu's drink (it sizzles at contact, Yagyuu blinks uncomfortably).
"Yes?" Yagyuu asks when Niou removes the offending hand.
"They forgot your marshmallows," Niou replies pleasantly.
"Marshmallows don't sink," Yagyuu gives the cup a pointed glance.
"Oops," Niou says, picking at the table. "Must have been one of these." He holds out a small, brown object, oblong yet round. "Bird shit. Sorry. Wrong pocket."
Yagyuu twitches slightly at the thought of Niou dropping feces into his drink (a little voice pities the rest of the world, alone and normal without their Nious). Niou grins. "It looks like a coffee bean," Yagyuu tells Niou.
"I never lie," Niou replies.
The hot chocolate is ice cold before Yagyuu drinks it, but he does and leaves a hearty tip. Niou lounges in the chair some more - Yagyuu's stares, at their most piecing (over a cup of cold chocolate), are something to be treasured.
School (but not English) progresses normally; Yagyuu and Niou go to tennis, dinner, Yagyuu's house, Niou's home, Yagyuu's house, Sanada's home, and Yagyuu's house again. That night in bed, when Niou is feeling particularly Yagyuu-ish and truthful, he bites Yagyuu's collarbone and mumbles through the blood.
"That wasn't really bird shit, you know."
Yagyuu wonders if he'll need stitches. The ceiling is awfully white tonight. "I know."
make it go awaaaaaaaaaaay. :headwritersblockdesk: