The Name Game [PG-13]
Title: The Name Game
Author: worblehat
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Many
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This idea needs to be explained a bit. See, in the series, there are a few characters who will say someone's name repeatedly. Take, for instance, Sakuno, who says "Ryoma-kun" no less than seventy-three times in the series. This fic is dedicated to the three characters I felt did this most, because, well, it amuses me. The rating is for language, not anything sexy. Also, this is humour-based, not gen as such. That said...enjoy!
Word Count: 804
Ryoma settled on the couch as Fuji rested the small tray of snacks he'd assembled on the table in front of them. He reached for the remote and turned on the TV. Ryoma reached for a can of Ponta.
"It's almost on," said Fuji, taking a seat next to Ryoma. "Yuuta was really excited."
Ryoma shrugged disinterestedly, drawing one knee to his chest.
Fuji turned up the sound.
*
Lights flashed; Sakuno's fingers found her skirt and she gripped the material tightly in her fists. She was nervous. Her grandmother hadn't told her there would be so many people...
Fuji Yuuta looked slightly more relaxed, his grey eyes steady.
Choutarou smiled brightly, his eyes finding the familiar blue cap in the audience and drawing strength from it. His cheeks flushed slightly when a small grin was returned, somewhat begrudgingly.
Atobe walked confidently onto the center of the stage, raising his hands. The audience clamoured and roared, going silent when the thin fingers snapped.
"Welcome," he said quietly, "to the Name Game."
*
Ryoma frowned.
Fuji smiled at him. "Don't like the host?"
"Che."
*
"First question," said Atobe, speaking into the microphone. "Who is Seigaku's youngest prodigy?"
Sakuno buzzed in. "Ryoma-kun..."
"Correct," said Atobe. He flipped to the second card. "Here is the next question: What is the name of the Hyotei regular who disgraced himself and cut off his hair to get back on the team?"
Choutarou buzzed in. "Shishido-san!"
"Fuck you, Atobe," came a vaguely-recogniseable grunt in the audience.
"The audience should please keep silent," said Atobe with a slight frown. He snapped his fingers. "Or they will be personally escorted out. Na, Kabaji?"
A bulky figure appeared behind him. "Usu."
*
"I hope Yuuta gets one right," said Fuji, reaching for the bowl of crackers. He offered it to Ryoma, who declined, taking a sip from his Ponta instead.
"Who do you want to win?" asked Fuji.
Ryoma shrugged. "I don't care."
*
"Next question," said Atobe. "Who is the Hyotei regular most awed by my prowess?"
The three contestants looked confused.
Yuuta buzzed in. "Aniki?"
"Incorrect."
Sakuno buzzed in. "Ryoma-kun?"
"Incorrect." Atobe smirked at Choutarou. "Would you like to guess?"
Choutarou looked out at the audience. "I...um. I don't think I do," he answered hesitantly.
"Please," said Atobe. "Guess."
"Um...uh..."
Atobe frowned.
"...Shishido-san?"
"Correct!"
*
"I didn't know Shishido knew words like that," mumbled Fuji. His blue eyes were open, watching the screen with unveiled interest.
"Neither did I," added Ryoma, his eyes just as wide.
They watched the chaos on the screen - heard the shouting, saw Atobe's face as he caused Kabaji to move forward through the crowd, searching for the angry blue cap.
Finding it.
"...that had to hurt," muttered Ryoma.
"Probably," agreed Fuji.
*
"Now that the audience has been removed of angry and jealous watchers," said Atobe against the backdrop of Shishido's still-going swears, "we can continue with the game."
The contestants smiled faintly at the applause.
"Choutarou, you're in the lead with 100 points. Sakuno, you're in second with fifty. And Yuuta...well. Nevermind."
"Hey!"
"Ah, it appears the rude audience interruption has shortened our playing time. So we will ask a final question."
Sakuno's fingers were numb as they gripped the edges of her skirt once more.
Choutarou seemed unable to focus, his face flushed, concern lining each of his features.
Yuuta was frowning in obvious annoyance.
"Here we go:
Which Seigaku member would look hottest in a dress?"
Choutarou breathed a sigh of relief.
Sakuno's face flushed immediately. She buzzed in, then looked very much as if she wished she hadn't. Atobe smiled at her, partly in kindness. "...R-R-Ryoma-kun?" she stuttered.
"Good guess," said Atobe, winking. "But not quite."
"I'm so sorry, Ryoma-kun," muttered Sakuno, hiding her face behind her hands.
Atobe walked towards Yuuta, microphone in hand. He leaned against Yuuta's podium. "Well?"
"I don't want to guess," muttered Yuuta.
"You could win."
"Yes, but -"
"Five seconds."
"..."
"Four."
"..."
"Three."
"...Aniki."
Atobe leaned closer, his smile calculated and lecherous. "Correct."
*
"Looks like you got what you wanted," said Ryoma.
Fuji stared at him blankly. "Huh?"
Ryoma pointed towards the screen. "Yuuta won."
"Oh," said Fuji, looking at the screen. "He did."
Ryoma pulled his hat low and smiled. "Did the question offend you?"
There was silence for several seconds; Ryoma looked up to see Fuji smiling. "No," he said pleasantly. "I always saw myself in a skirt, though. A dress seems so formal."
"..."
"What do you think, Echizen?" asked Fuji.
Ryoma shrugged.
Fuji waited.
"I'd have to see to compare, I guess," he said, barely audible.
Fuji chuckled. "Maybe for your birthday."
Author: worblehat
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Many
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This idea needs to be explained a bit. See, in the series, there are a few characters who will say someone's name repeatedly. Take, for instance, Sakuno, who says "Ryoma-kun" no less than seventy-three times in the series. This fic is dedicated to the three characters I felt did this most, because, well, it amuses me. The rating is for language, not anything sexy. Also, this is humour-based, not gen as such. That said...enjoy!
Word Count: 804
Ryoma settled on the couch as Fuji rested the small tray of snacks he'd assembled on the table in front of them. He reached for the remote and turned on the TV. Ryoma reached for a can of Ponta.
"It's almost on," said Fuji, taking a seat next to Ryoma. "Yuuta was really excited."
Ryoma shrugged disinterestedly, drawing one knee to his chest.
Fuji turned up the sound.
*
Lights flashed; Sakuno's fingers found her skirt and she gripped the material tightly in her fists. She was nervous. Her grandmother hadn't told her there would be so many people...
Fuji Yuuta looked slightly more relaxed, his grey eyes steady.
Choutarou smiled brightly, his eyes finding the familiar blue cap in the audience and drawing strength from it. His cheeks flushed slightly when a small grin was returned, somewhat begrudgingly.
Atobe walked confidently onto the center of the stage, raising his hands. The audience clamoured and roared, going silent when the thin fingers snapped.
"Welcome," he said quietly, "to the Name Game."
*
Ryoma frowned.
Fuji smiled at him. "Don't like the host?"
"Che."
*
"First question," said Atobe, speaking into the microphone. "Who is Seigaku's youngest prodigy?"
Sakuno buzzed in. "Ryoma-kun..."
"Correct," said Atobe. He flipped to the second card. "Here is the next question: What is the name of the Hyotei regular who disgraced himself and cut off his hair to get back on the team?"
Choutarou buzzed in. "Shishido-san!"
"Fuck you, Atobe," came a vaguely-recogniseable grunt in the audience.
"The audience should please keep silent," said Atobe with a slight frown. He snapped his fingers. "Or they will be personally escorted out. Na, Kabaji?"
A bulky figure appeared behind him. "Usu."
*
"I hope Yuuta gets one right," said Fuji, reaching for the bowl of crackers. He offered it to Ryoma, who declined, taking a sip from his Ponta instead.
"Who do you want to win?" asked Fuji.
Ryoma shrugged. "I don't care."
*
"Next question," said Atobe. "Who is the Hyotei regular most awed by my prowess?"
The three contestants looked confused.
Yuuta buzzed in. "Aniki?"
"Incorrect."
Sakuno buzzed in. "Ryoma-kun?"
"Incorrect." Atobe smirked at Choutarou. "Would you like to guess?"
Choutarou looked out at the audience. "I...um. I don't think I do," he answered hesitantly.
"Please," said Atobe. "Guess."
"Um...uh..."
Atobe frowned.
"...Shishido-san?"
"Correct!"
*
"I didn't know Shishido knew words like that," mumbled Fuji. His blue eyes were open, watching the screen with unveiled interest.
"Neither did I," added Ryoma, his eyes just as wide.
They watched the chaos on the screen - heard the shouting, saw Atobe's face as he caused Kabaji to move forward through the crowd, searching for the angry blue cap.
Finding it.
"...that had to hurt," muttered Ryoma.
"Probably," agreed Fuji.
*
"Now that the audience has been removed of angry and jealous watchers," said Atobe against the backdrop of Shishido's still-going swears, "we can continue with the game."
The contestants smiled faintly at the applause.
"Choutarou, you're in the lead with 100 points. Sakuno, you're in second with fifty. And Yuuta...well. Nevermind."
"Hey!"
"Ah, it appears the rude audience interruption has shortened our playing time. So we will ask a final question."
Sakuno's fingers were numb as they gripped the edges of her skirt once more.
Choutarou seemed unable to focus, his face flushed, concern lining each of his features.
Yuuta was frowning in obvious annoyance.
"Here we go:
Which Seigaku member would look hottest in a dress?"
Choutarou breathed a sigh of relief.
Sakuno's face flushed immediately. She buzzed in, then looked very much as if she wished she hadn't. Atobe smiled at her, partly in kindness. "...R-R-Ryoma-kun?" she stuttered.
"Good guess," said Atobe, winking. "But not quite."
"I'm so sorry, Ryoma-kun," muttered Sakuno, hiding her face behind her hands.
Atobe walked towards Yuuta, microphone in hand. He leaned against Yuuta's podium. "Well?"
"I don't want to guess," muttered Yuuta.
"You could win."
"Yes, but -"
"Five seconds."
"..."
"Four."
"..."
"Three."
"...Aniki."
Atobe leaned closer, his smile calculated and lecherous. "Correct."
*
"Looks like you got what you wanted," said Ryoma.
Fuji stared at him blankly. "Huh?"
Ryoma pointed towards the screen. "Yuuta won."
"Oh," said Fuji, looking at the screen. "He did."
Ryoma pulled his hat low and smiled. "Did the question offend you?"
There was silence for several seconds; Ryoma looked up to see Fuji smiling. "No," he said pleasantly. "I always saw myself in a skirt, though. A dress seems so formal."
"..."
"What do you think, Echizen?" asked Fuji.
Ryoma shrugged.
Fuji waited.
"I'd have to see to compare, I guess," he said, barely audible.
Fuji chuckled. "Maybe for your birthday."