PoT: Drabbles
Title: Uhh.. The Annoying Clock and a Heartbeat (...yeah, I think that works XPPP)
Author: Won-ting
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Ato/Ryo and Fuji/Momo
Note/Warning: I was sick when writing this... (^o^;;;)
Tennis no Oujisama © Konomi Takeshi, Jump, Shueisha
The Annoyance of a Clock Ticking
Atobe and Ryoma
In the silence, he listened to the clock on the nearby fireplace tick silently and slowly. It almost seemed as if it was mocking him, by making the sound of the slow ticks, it was showing him that by simply sitting there he was wasting time. Frowning, he gazed at the clock, glaring spitefully before he heard a snort by his side. Soon, his glare shifted towards the older male in the room, a frown on his lips.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, watching the other male run a hand through his bleached hair.
“I wonder,” he answered with a smile. “Are you still going to be mad at ore-sama?”
He rolled his eyes at the use of “ore-sama” before looking back into the fireplace, not feeling up to answering that question just yet. Once again, the clock’s ticking began aggravating him and he gave a soft huff before glancing back towards the other man. “Doesn’t that annoy you?” he asked.
“Does what annoy me?” Atobe returned.
“Nothing,” he finalized, turning back towards the clock. He heard his companion give a sigh and smirked, looking back at him. “You’re going to get wrinkles if you keep sighing like that.”
For a moment the older male looked aghast to that before shaking his head with a smirk of his own. “You’re tempting me aren’t you, Ryoma,” he asked, stressing his voice when he spoke the younger male’s name. “Why don’t you give in and simply admit that you miss ore-sama?”
“Why don’t you take a damn stick and shove it up your--” he was cut off by the clock's chime. “Why do you need one on your fireplace anyway? No one looks at it.”
“But you,” Atobe replied smartly.
For a moment, he remained silent, his eyes still looking at the clock. Finally admitting defeat, he stood up and shoved Atobe’s back against the couch, his legs straddling on Atobe’s lap. “Shut up, stupid Monkey King,” Ryoma growled before kissing the other man roughly. At least now, he wouldn’t have to deal with that annoying ticking sound.
Oh and stopping a fight between him and his boyfriend was a plus.
どき～どき
Fuji and Momo
For him, his heart rate pounding this fast was not a very healthy thing. For one proper reason, it was starting to make him dizzy and, because of that, he found himself leaning backwards until he took a step back. His purple eyes stayed glued against the blue ones that seemed to be looking for something within his eyes and this was causing him to feel shivers going up and down his spine.
Maybe… he was sick? His numbed brain tried to reason. For, why else, would being near his sempai cause his heart to pound this oddly? And for his body to get chills? And for his lips to get dry…
He closed his eyes as he felt a hand rest upon his shoulders--it was odd, he, the usual power player, was weakening by a simple touch. Honestly, he had to be sick. Why else would he be feeling this way?
As if reading his mind, his sempai chuckled and he opened his eyes again, surprised to see his face so close to Momo's. “Let me try an experiment, Momo,” he breathed against Momo’s face.
“Experiment, Fuji-sempai?” Momo hated the fact that his voice cracked.
“Hmm,” Fuji agreed. “And, if you like it, I want you to go outside and tell your friend to leave.”
“Tachibana’s little sister?” he asked, dazed. “Why?”
“Trust me, if you like this,” Fuji said, “then you’ll be wanting to come back for more.”
“More--?” Momo began before feeling Fuji lean forward, his lips grazing against his. For a moment he was shocked before he felt Fuji pressed his lips against his again, his tongue tracing against Momo’s lower lip and, at this, Momo surprised himself by whimpering.
A few moments later, he left the room, telling An-chan to walk home alone that day.
Author's Note: I was sick, wicked sick when writing these. I wanted to write something you'd guys would enjoy and ended up with writing pairings I would never write about because (even if I like/d them) I don't think I have the capasity to write a proper story line for them... (-.-;;)
On another note, NEW LAYOUT AND MOODS~! I love my layout (even thought it's so simple). The thing I love most about it is that when you push "N E Y" in HONEY, you can go to other places like my calander, friends, or info stuff. Dorky to like, but. hell, I'm dorky~! (~.*)
And my moods! God, they're beautiful~!!! I mean, honestly, they're made by
shin_e How can they not, right? (^o^)
どきーどき means "doki-doki" which can mean heartbeat.
PS: "Pretend You Love Me" should be updated Monday at the very lastest--however, my dad is buying us a new game, Call to Duty, and I really wanna play... BUT you guys come first~!!! So yeah, cross your fingers for Monday (-.-;;;)
Author: Won-ting
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Ato/Ryo and Fuji/Momo
Note/Warning: I was sick when writing this... (^o^;;;)
Tennis no Oujisama © Konomi Takeshi, Jump, Shueisha
The Annoyance of a Clock Ticking
Atobe and Ryoma
In the silence, he listened to the clock on the nearby fireplace tick silently and slowly. It almost seemed as if it was mocking him, by making the sound of the slow ticks, it was showing him that by simply sitting there he was wasting time. Frowning, he gazed at the clock, glaring spitefully before he heard a snort by his side. Soon, his glare shifted towards the older male in the room, a frown on his lips.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, watching the other male run a hand through his bleached hair.
“I wonder,” he answered with a smile. “Are you still going to be mad at ore-sama?”
He rolled his eyes at the use of “ore-sama” before looking back into the fireplace, not feeling up to answering that question just yet. Once again, the clock’s ticking began aggravating him and he gave a soft huff before glancing back towards the other man. “Doesn’t that annoy you?” he asked.
“Does what annoy me?” Atobe returned.
“Nothing,” he finalized, turning back towards the clock. He heard his companion give a sigh and smirked, looking back at him. “You’re going to get wrinkles if you keep sighing like that.”
For a moment the older male looked aghast to that before shaking his head with a smirk of his own. “You’re tempting me aren’t you, Ryoma,” he asked, stressing his voice when he spoke the younger male’s name. “Why don’t you give in and simply admit that you miss ore-sama?”
“Why don’t you take a damn stick and shove it up your--” he was cut off by the clock's chime. “Why do you need one on your fireplace anyway? No one looks at it.”
“But you,” Atobe replied smartly.
For a moment, he remained silent, his eyes still looking at the clock. Finally admitting defeat, he stood up and shoved Atobe’s back against the couch, his legs straddling on Atobe’s lap. “Shut up, stupid Monkey King,” Ryoma growled before kissing the other man roughly. At least now, he wouldn’t have to deal with that annoying ticking sound.
Oh and stopping a fight between him and his boyfriend was a plus.
どき～どき
Fuji and Momo
For him, his heart rate pounding this fast was not a very healthy thing. For one proper reason, it was starting to make him dizzy and, because of that, he found himself leaning backwards until he took a step back. His purple eyes stayed glued against the blue ones that seemed to be looking for something within his eyes and this was causing him to feel shivers going up and down his spine.
Maybe… he was sick? His numbed brain tried to reason. For, why else, would being near his sempai cause his heart to pound this oddly? And for his body to get chills? And for his lips to get dry…
He closed his eyes as he felt a hand rest upon his shoulders--it was odd, he, the usual power player, was weakening by a simple touch. Honestly, he had to be sick. Why else would he be feeling this way?
As if reading his mind, his sempai chuckled and he opened his eyes again, surprised to see his face so close to Momo's. “Let me try an experiment, Momo,” he breathed against Momo’s face.
“Experiment, Fuji-sempai?” Momo hated the fact that his voice cracked.
“Hmm,” Fuji agreed. “And, if you like it, I want you to go outside and tell your friend to leave.”
“Tachibana’s little sister?” he asked, dazed. “Why?”
“Trust me, if you like this,” Fuji said, “then you’ll be wanting to come back for more.”
“More--?” Momo began before feeling Fuji lean forward, his lips grazing against his. For a moment he was shocked before he felt Fuji pressed his lips against his again, his tongue tracing against Momo’s lower lip and, at this, Momo surprised himself by whimpering.
A few moments later, he left the room, telling An-chan to walk home alone that day.
Author's Note: I was sick, wicked sick when writing these. I wanted to write something you'd guys would enjoy and ended up with writing pairings I would never write about because (even if I like/d them) I don't think I have the capasity to write a proper story line for them... (-.-;;)
On another note, NEW LAYOUT AND MOODS~! I love my layout (even thought it's so simple). The thing I love most about it is that when you push "N E Y" in HONEY, you can go to other places like my calander, friends, or info stuff. Dorky to like, but. hell, I'm dorky~! (~.*)
And my moods! God, they're beautiful~!!! I mean, honestly, they're made by
shin_e How can they not, right? (^o^)
どきーどき means "doki-doki" which can mean heartbeat.
PS: "Pretend You Love Me" should be updated Monday at the very lastest--however, my dad is buying us a new game, Call to Duty, and I really wanna play... BUT you guys come first~!!! So yeah, cross your fingers for Monday (-.-;;;)