qu'est-ce que c'est?? Ainsi tries to write fic.
RL people! please ignore! unless you really want to laugh at me.
soo... this is totally for jazzyjello, who wrote the original, The Law of the Universe a while ago and because I'm an idiot decided to sort of. steal her plot. so really! go read hers instead!!
if I haven't convinced you to leave, well. here goes I guess.
Title: You Can't Win and You Can't Break Even
Fandom/Pairing: PoT, MomoKai
Word Count: 1,676
Rating: PG
Summary: Again, stolen from Jaz. I'm assuming Kaidoh is more wordy in his thoughts than Momo. Also written in second person, if that bothers you.
A/N: hugs and glomps for mimbulus, who put up with me over this. Thank You!!
It’s getting late, and you probably should have headed home with everyone else, when practice ended, a long time ago. But you would never back down to a game with that idiot. So now, thirteen games later and a final declaration of tie, (it had really just gotten too difficult to see) you and Momoshiro are alone in the club room.
It is unusually quiet as the two of you change, and for some reason this silence unsettles you. Perhaps it’s simply the leftover tension from yet another indecisive match, the leftover desire to prove, once and for all, that one of you is better. Or maybe something else, but you can’t even begin to guess what that might be.
You try not to think about it, and focus instead on which buttons go where and if you still have enough time to make the train home. But then he’s said something again, and it’s not like you have any choice but to react.
He’s (predictably) already in your face, and with no one there to stop you, you grab his collar roughly and push him against a wall. You can see his fist drawn back, ready to settle things, and you know what’s coming next. But then you look at him, trapped between you and the locker wall. He’s sweaty and flushed, and from the look in his eye you really don’t have this second to pause before he finally hits you. But something misfires in your brain, (or so you tell yourself later) and all you can see are his lips, mere inches from you, and you’re kissing him instead.
It is a few seconds before you realize anything at all, and another few before you think this might not be the worst idea you’ve had. But then Momo is shoving you away and demanding questions in your face. You can’t even look at him, and too stunned to be anything but horrified, you whip around in search for an escape. Of course, a bench gets in your way, but as soon as you get past it you’re outside, and your face might as well be on fire as you sprint all the way home.
-/-/-
You avoid him as diligently as you can for the next few days. You did try calling him once, but didn’t know what to say and hung up. Your brother Hazue was watching you and gave you an odd look, but it’s not like it’s any of his business anyway.
It is late afternoon and you’re standing in the middle of the river, practicing your swing again and trying to ignore the disquieting sensation of Inui-sempai watching you. This situation isn’t anything new, but you get the feeling that he knows, even though you’re certain Momo hasn’t said anything. Then again, maybe it would be better if you just said something first. You’ve always told Inui everything before; after all, he’s the only one that knows how much you train, and how much you worry about never progressing beyond your Boomerang Snake. Besides, he’ll just tell you that it doesn’t mean anything, right? Surely Inui can explain some sort of chemical reaction that made you do…that.
Flawed logic, maybe, but you’ll never be able to concentrate on your training again unless you say something.
Purposefully looking anywhere but at Inui, and still in the middle of the river, you let out a deep breath.
“Inui-sempai…”
“Yes, Kaidoh-kun?”
“I … I have something to ask you.”
“Mm? Is it about your training? Because I think that’s coming along nicely…If you like, you could increase repetitions to-“
“Uh-no. It’s…something else.”
“Oh?”
“I. um. may have…done something the other day. And I’m not sure why.”
“…”
Now Inui’s writing in his notebook, you can hear the scratching of his pencil. You’re not sure why you thought he’d understand from your fumbling of a question, but he didn’t have to take data on this, too.
You curse under your breath.
“I…mighthavekissedMomoshirointheclubroom.”
You’re still resolutely looking the other way, so you don’t see Inui blanch, look confused, and then blush slightly himself. He crosses off several lines of notes furiously, and then stops writing altogether, but you don’t notice this either.
His silence worries you though, so you try, fruitlessly, to save face. “Uh. I mean. I didn’t mean it or anything. It was really just a self-defense type thing; he was going to hit me again-“
By now though, Inui has recovered, and he replies in a stilted voice: “No, Kaidoh-kun. Because there was already so much tension between you and Momo - even if it was so antagonistic - there was a 63% chance of something like this happening.”
You nod slightly, and return to training, trying so hard to forget this to notice that for the first time in his life, Inui has completely fabricated a piece of data.
With probability on your side, you let yourself relax a bit. You even think about calling again and trying to explaining the situation; that the data shows it was bound to happen anyway. Then you remember that Momo is an idiot, and he should have to deal with it on his own.
-/-/-
You are out running when you are nearly hit by Kamio on his bicycle. He looks almost ready to kill, muttering things about extraordinarily gruesome and painful deaths, interspersed rather frighteningly with the word “date.” He doesn’t notice you, however, and you can make neither heads nor tails of what he is talking about. He’s gone in a second anyway, and you are somewhat bewildered as you watch him speed off.
-/-/-
You think you are doing very well in your avoidance strategy for this situation. Except that you see him every day. And his legs, currently stretched out below the cafeteria. And his pale stomach, which you can see as he leans back to stretch. And his lips, now engrossed in consuming an ungodly mountain of rice in a way that should be disgusting but somehow, isn’t.
You’re doing quite well, indeed.
Of course, Oishi did congratulate you for going an entire week without a fistfight, so maybe it is something after all.
-/-/-
You are putting away your uniform when you see a few crushed flower petals outside your locker. This is confusing, as the clubroom is usually spotless. That is what the freshmen are there for, right?
You look around for a scapegoat, but instead of that one with the strange eyebrows who would doubtlessly cower in fear, you see only Echizen, looking extremely smug. You try to look as scary as possible anyway, and demand, “What is this??” Echizen only laughs.
“Maybe Kaidoh-sempai has a secret admirer.” He’s grinning wildly now, and you feel yourself blushing.
“Fshuu.” With this rather weak attempt at a dismissal, you do your best to leave the clubroom calmly, another person on your list of People. To. Avoid.
-/-/-
Of course, despite all of your best intentions, before you know it, you are back in the locker room alone with Momoshiro. You think you might have seen Fuji-sempai and Eiji-sempai exchange an especially large smile before you walked in here, but that had to have been your imagination.
You allow yourself a brief glance at him - it couldn’t hurt, right? But of course, (you never really have been known for your luck, have you?) he is staring right back. You start to flush and look away but he is still staring, and you can’t move as he does something you can only describe as pounce, and he has you trapped against your own locker.
You try not to meet his eyes, afraid of what you might see. Perhaps you’re looking too intently at the door, though, because he pins you all the tighter.
The only thing you can see is Momoshiro looking like he’s about to hit a Dunk Smash right between your eyes. You’ve completely forgotten about Inui’s data, so as he leans in towards you -you squint your eyes closed and expect the worst -
Oh.
Your eyes snap open almost as quickly as they closed, as you realize he is kissing you - rather badly at that - but you don’t exactly have much experience to go on. He starts to pull away, though, since you’ve forgotten to kiss him back, so you grab his chin to keep him there.
You still don’t really know what to do about this, but your body does have a history of taking over in desperate situations. And, well, it worked well enough last time, so you suppose it’s as good of an idea as any.
You also think it’s a bit silly that you’re making analogies to your tennis game when Momo is doing that, (perhaps you’ve been around Inui for too long) so you turn what’s left of your focus into reminding him that by no means is he going to be the one pinning you in this…whatever this is, anyway. So you grab at his shirt and pull him closer, put your hands in his stupid gross hair, and put your tongue in his mouth.
Just when you think that perhaps the two of you might be getting better at this, he pulls away, grinning like an idiot. Of course, you’d be doing the same thing if you were willing to give him the satisfaction, but instead you look away again.
He’s asking you if you want to get burgers. You don’t understand how he can be this hungry all the time, but it doesn’t matter; you have homework anyway.
Then he finally does punch you, but it’s different, it’s nothing - you trade insults and you agree to meet him tomorrow.
“Is that a yes?”
“Shut up.” And of course, you’re blushing again. “Okay. If you pay.” You push him hard into the wall, watch him stumble, and then you pick up your stuff and leave.
You hope he doesn’t see you finally break into a smile.
soo... this is totally for jazzyjello, who wrote the original, The Law of the Universe a while ago and because I'm an idiot decided to sort of. steal her plot. so really! go read hers instead!!
if I haven't convinced you to leave, well. here goes I guess.
Title: You Can't Win and You Can't Break Even
Fandom/Pairing: PoT, MomoKai
Word Count: 1,676
Rating: PG
Summary: Again, stolen from Jaz. I'm assuming Kaidoh is more wordy in his thoughts than Momo. Also written in second person, if that bothers you.
A/N: hugs and glomps for mimbulus, who put up with me over this. Thank You!!
It’s getting late, and you probably should have headed home with everyone else, when practice ended, a long time ago. But you would never back down to a game with that idiot. So now, thirteen games later and a final declaration of tie, (it had really just gotten too difficult to see) you and Momoshiro are alone in the club room.
It is unusually quiet as the two of you change, and for some reason this silence unsettles you. Perhaps it’s simply the leftover tension from yet another indecisive match, the leftover desire to prove, once and for all, that one of you is better. Or maybe something else, but you can’t even begin to guess what that might be.
You try not to think about it, and focus instead on which buttons go where and if you still have enough time to make the train home. But then he’s said something again, and it’s not like you have any choice but to react.
He’s (predictably) already in your face, and with no one there to stop you, you grab his collar roughly and push him against a wall. You can see his fist drawn back, ready to settle things, and you know what’s coming next. But then you look at him, trapped between you and the locker wall. He’s sweaty and flushed, and from the look in his eye you really don’t have this second to pause before he finally hits you. But something misfires in your brain, (or so you tell yourself later) and all you can see are his lips, mere inches from you, and you’re kissing him instead.
It is a few seconds before you realize anything at all, and another few before you think this might not be the worst idea you’ve had. But then Momo is shoving you away and demanding questions in your face. You can’t even look at him, and too stunned to be anything but horrified, you whip around in search for an escape. Of course, a bench gets in your way, but as soon as you get past it you’re outside, and your face might as well be on fire as you sprint all the way home.
-/-/-
You avoid him as diligently as you can for the next few days. You did try calling him once, but didn’t know what to say and hung up. Your brother Hazue was watching you and gave you an odd look, but it’s not like it’s any of his business anyway.
It is late afternoon and you’re standing in the middle of the river, practicing your swing again and trying to ignore the disquieting sensation of Inui-sempai watching you. This situation isn’t anything new, but you get the feeling that he knows, even though you’re certain Momo hasn’t said anything. Then again, maybe it would be better if you just said something first. You’ve always told Inui everything before; after all, he’s the only one that knows how much you train, and how much you worry about never progressing beyond your Boomerang Snake. Besides, he’ll just tell you that it doesn’t mean anything, right? Surely Inui can explain some sort of chemical reaction that made you do…that.
Flawed logic, maybe, but you’ll never be able to concentrate on your training again unless you say something.
Purposefully looking anywhere but at Inui, and still in the middle of the river, you let out a deep breath.
“Inui-sempai…”
“Yes, Kaidoh-kun?”
“I … I have something to ask you.”
“Mm? Is it about your training? Because I think that’s coming along nicely…If you like, you could increase repetitions to-“
“Uh-no. It’s…something else.”
“Oh?”
“I. um. may have…done something the other day. And I’m not sure why.”
“…”
Now Inui’s writing in his notebook, you can hear the scratching of his pencil. You’re not sure why you thought he’d understand from your fumbling of a question, but he didn’t have to take data on this, too.
You curse under your breath.
“I…mighthavekissedMomoshirointheclubroom.”
You’re still resolutely looking the other way, so you don’t see Inui blanch, look confused, and then blush slightly himself. He crosses off several lines of notes furiously, and then stops writing altogether, but you don’t notice this either.
His silence worries you though, so you try, fruitlessly, to save face. “Uh. I mean. I didn’t mean it or anything. It was really just a self-defense type thing; he was going to hit me again-“
By now though, Inui has recovered, and he replies in a stilted voice: “No, Kaidoh-kun. Because there was already so much tension between you and Momo - even if it was so antagonistic - there was a 63% chance of something like this happening.”
You nod slightly, and return to training, trying so hard to forget this to notice that for the first time in his life, Inui has completely fabricated a piece of data.
With probability on your side, you let yourself relax a bit. You even think about calling again and trying to explaining the situation; that the data shows it was bound to happen anyway. Then you remember that Momo is an idiot, and he should have to deal with it on his own.
-/-/-
You are out running when you are nearly hit by Kamio on his bicycle. He looks almost ready to kill, muttering things about extraordinarily gruesome and painful deaths, interspersed rather frighteningly with the word “date.” He doesn’t notice you, however, and you can make neither heads nor tails of what he is talking about. He’s gone in a second anyway, and you are somewhat bewildered as you watch him speed off.
-/-/-
You think you are doing very well in your avoidance strategy for this situation. Except that you see him every day. And his legs, currently stretched out below the cafeteria. And his pale stomach, which you can see as he leans back to stretch. And his lips, now engrossed in consuming an ungodly mountain of rice in a way that should be disgusting but somehow, isn’t.
You’re doing quite well, indeed.
Of course, Oishi did congratulate you for going an entire week without a fistfight, so maybe it is something after all.
-/-/-
You are putting away your uniform when you see a few crushed flower petals outside your locker. This is confusing, as the clubroom is usually spotless. That is what the freshmen are there for, right?
You look around for a scapegoat, but instead of that one with the strange eyebrows who would doubtlessly cower in fear, you see only Echizen, looking extremely smug. You try to look as scary as possible anyway, and demand, “What is this??” Echizen only laughs.
“Maybe Kaidoh-sempai has a secret admirer.” He’s grinning wildly now, and you feel yourself blushing.
“Fshuu.” With this rather weak attempt at a dismissal, you do your best to leave the clubroom calmly, another person on your list of People. To. Avoid.
-/-/-
Of course, despite all of your best intentions, before you know it, you are back in the locker room alone with Momoshiro. You think you might have seen Fuji-sempai and Eiji-sempai exchange an especially large smile before you walked in here, but that had to have been your imagination.
You allow yourself a brief glance at him - it couldn’t hurt, right? But of course, (you never really have been known for your luck, have you?) he is staring right back. You start to flush and look away but he is still staring, and you can’t move as he does something you can only describe as pounce, and he has you trapped against your own locker.
You try not to meet his eyes, afraid of what you might see. Perhaps you’re looking too intently at the door, though, because he pins you all the tighter.
The only thing you can see is Momoshiro looking like he’s about to hit a Dunk Smash right between your eyes. You’ve completely forgotten about Inui’s data, so as he leans in towards you -you squint your eyes closed and expect the worst -
Oh.
Your eyes snap open almost as quickly as they closed, as you realize he is kissing you - rather badly at that - but you don’t exactly have much experience to go on. He starts to pull away, though, since you’ve forgotten to kiss him back, so you grab his chin to keep him there.
You still don’t really know what to do about this, but your body does have a history of taking over in desperate situations. And, well, it worked well enough last time, so you suppose it’s as good of an idea as any.
You also think it’s a bit silly that you’re making analogies to your tennis game when Momo is doing that, (perhaps you’ve been around Inui for too long) so you turn what’s left of your focus into reminding him that by no means is he going to be the one pinning you in this…whatever this is, anyway. So you grab at his shirt and pull him closer, put your hands in his stupid gross hair, and put your tongue in his mouth.
Just when you think that perhaps the two of you might be getting better at this, he pulls away, grinning like an idiot. Of course, you’d be doing the same thing if you were willing to give him the satisfaction, but instead you look away again.
He’s asking you if you want to get burgers. You don’t understand how he can be this hungry all the time, but it doesn’t matter; you have homework anyway.
Then he finally does punch you, but it’s different, it’s nothing - you trade insults and you agree to meet him tomorrow.
“Is that a yes?”
“Shut up.” And of course, you’re blushing again. “Okay. If you pay.” You push him hard into the wall, watch him stumble, and then you pick up your stuff and leave.
You hope he doesn’t see you finally break into a smile.