PoT Ficlet
...............WHAT???
Rating: G. Again, it probably wouldn't recognize PG if you kicked it in the behind.
Bonne Chance Baiser
Somehow it made sense that they would end up here.
He blinked when he finally realized where they were and turned red. She caught the sheepish look he gave her and quirked an amused smile as she threw a can of cherry cola into the nearby dustbin.
“It’s as if this place is some kind of magnet. This is the fifth time already.”
He let loose with a groan. “I’m really sorry-”
Her soft laugh cut him off. “It’s okay, I get it. That tournament’s tomorrow morning, right?”
His somber, determined nod was accompanied by a challenging glare at the public tennis courts that stood before them. Practices had increased in both fervour and power for the upcoming competition. Peers from all over the country would be coming to participate - an open contest, to anyone and everyone. He recognized a few names and while he wasn’t daunted, he knew he’d have to step it up a notch.
“Hey.” Her tone and squeeze of his hand made him look at her. She raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Don’t stress so much - you’ll be great.”
He returned a smile, grateful. They continued walking, still hand in hand.
“…are you coming to watch?”
She let out a sigh. “I don’t think I can make it.”
“Why?”
“…there’s an assessment tomorrow that I can’t miss. And I can’t postpone it to a later date or anything.” Her face fell into a grimace. “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head firmly. “All the more reason to win - so I can give you that gold medal myself and prove I did beat everyone there.”
“Instead of just stealing the medal from the judges’ table, right?”
He snorted and she merely laughed, squeezing his hand again in thanks for his understanding.
Eventually, after a stroll that had detoured to several places, among which included an ice cream stand, downtown shops and a languid stroll through a park, they came to the front of her house. However, the thought of letting her go just made him scowl inwardly. Judging from the way she lingered outside the gate, she felt the same way although she felt she needed to say something.
“…it’s too late for you to come in.”
“I know.”
She smiled, pulling one hand away to brush her fingers against the scar that he sported on his temple. “You’re going to knock ‘em dead tomorrow, Shishido-kun.”
He slowly reached up and caught her fingers again, even if he liked the way her fingers felt on his skin. “Yeah? How do you know?”
“Woman’s intuition,” she replied with a grin.
“Hmmph.” He smirked, an idea forming in his head. “If it doesn’t come true?”
“That won’t happen.”
He laughed slightly. “And you’ll do the same for your assessment tomorrow, Iyori.”
“And how do you know?”
“Because it’s you. That’s why.”
She threw back her head in laughter. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Shishido-kun. But I think I’m going to need a good deal of luck as well.”
The previous idea crystallized into being once those words escaped her.
He hesitated for just one moment and then leaned in, placing his lips against hers. It didn’t take very long for her to get the idea that this wasn’t the usual goodnight kisses he’d been giving her before this. No, for some odd reason, Shishido was inspired to take French kissing to new heights.
And to both their delights, he somewhat succeeded.
Mind seemingly engulfed by clouds, Iyori barely heard his answering murmur when they drifted apart.
“That enough?”
End.
Disclaimer: PoT (c) Konomi Takeshi. Iyori (c) Graff.
Connected to this and this?? Now what gave you THAT idea?
Okay, NOW I'm gonna go try to study. Try being the operative word. Not very hard being the other words. *gets whacked* I'm goin, I'm goin!
Rating: G. Again, it probably wouldn't recognize PG if you kicked it in the behind.
Bonne Chance Baiser
Somehow it made sense that they would end up here.
He blinked when he finally realized where they were and turned red. She caught the sheepish look he gave her and quirked an amused smile as she threw a can of cherry cola into the nearby dustbin.
“It’s as if this place is some kind of magnet. This is the fifth time already.”
He let loose with a groan. “I’m really sorry-”
Her soft laugh cut him off. “It’s okay, I get it. That tournament’s tomorrow morning, right?”
His somber, determined nod was accompanied by a challenging glare at the public tennis courts that stood before them. Practices had increased in both fervour and power for the upcoming competition. Peers from all over the country would be coming to participate - an open contest, to anyone and everyone. He recognized a few names and while he wasn’t daunted, he knew he’d have to step it up a notch.
“Hey.” Her tone and squeeze of his hand made him look at her. She raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Don’t stress so much - you’ll be great.”
He returned a smile, grateful. They continued walking, still hand in hand.
“…are you coming to watch?”
She let out a sigh. “I don’t think I can make it.”
“Why?”
“…there’s an assessment tomorrow that I can’t miss. And I can’t postpone it to a later date or anything.” Her face fell into a grimace. “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head firmly. “All the more reason to win - so I can give you that gold medal myself and prove I did beat everyone there.”
“Instead of just stealing the medal from the judges’ table, right?”
He snorted and she merely laughed, squeezing his hand again in thanks for his understanding.
Eventually, after a stroll that had detoured to several places, among which included an ice cream stand, downtown shops and a languid stroll through a park, they came to the front of her house. However, the thought of letting her go just made him scowl inwardly. Judging from the way she lingered outside the gate, she felt the same way although she felt she needed to say something.
“…it’s too late for you to come in.”
“I know.”
She smiled, pulling one hand away to brush her fingers against the scar that he sported on his temple. “You’re going to knock ‘em dead tomorrow, Shishido-kun.”
He slowly reached up and caught her fingers again, even if he liked the way her fingers felt on his skin. “Yeah? How do you know?”
“Woman’s intuition,” she replied with a grin.
“Hmmph.” He smirked, an idea forming in his head. “If it doesn’t come true?”
“That won’t happen.”
He laughed slightly. “And you’ll do the same for your assessment tomorrow, Iyori.”
“And how do you know?”
“Because it’s you. That’s why.”
She threw back her head in laughter. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Shishido-kun. But I think I’m going to need a good deal of luck as well.”
The previous idea crystallized into being once those words escaped her.
He hesitated for just one moment and then leaned in, placing his lips against hers. It didn’t take very long for her to get the idea that this wasn’t the usual goodnight kisses he’d been giving her before this. No, for some odd reason, Shishido was inspired to take French kissing to new heights.
And to both their delights, he somewhat succeeded.
Mind seemingly engulfed by clouds, Iyori barely heard his answering murmur when they drifted apart.
“That enough?”
End.
Disclaimer: PoT (c) Konomi Takeshi. Iyori (c) Graff.
Connected to this and this?? Now what gave you THAT idea?
Okay, NOW I'm gonna go try to study. Try being the operative word. Not very hard being the other words. *gets whacked* I'm goin, I'm goin!