[Fic - TeFu] For the Greater Good
Title: For the Greater Good.
Author: a1y_puff
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Kikumaru, Tezuka/Fuji
Prompt: #25. gasp
Genre: I’m not sure…let’s just say friendship-leaning-shippy?
Word Count: 935
Rating: G
Summary: When Eiji’s great, great vision caught some little things on the Captain and the Prodigy.
Warnings: unbetaed, possible nonsense, and well… I’m having dead brain cells… *shoot self*
Disclaimer: I don’t think Konomi would sell these adorable boys to me… not that I would be able to afford them anyway, they’re too priceless XD. Oh, prompt owned by 50scenes.
A/N: For Rei-san (lafuego) because she has to stay up late and bear with my stupid questions on vocabs and grammar, and just my general ranting these past few days. Thank you for being so patient with me, Rei-san! *glomps*
And, uh, it’s my first time taking Eiji’s POV, so I’m a little nervous. But Rei-san loves Eiji sooo much so I’m giving it a try. I hope this is okay :D
FOR THE GREATER GOOD
Tezuka was definitely pissed, Kikumaru thought as he glanced over to the stoic youth while running his third lap out of thirty laps assigned to him, only because he went “NYAAAAA, FUJIKO YOU MEEEAAANIEEEE” a little too loud for the captain’s liking.
And that was exactly the issue here. Being his teammate for more than two years, Kikumaru knew Tezuka had quite a high tolerance over his sometimes not-that-deafening cries, especially when said cries were the results of his genius best friend’s mischief. Kikumaru could have sworn, though, from his extraordinary vision, that he saw Tezuka’s left eye twitched while glaring at his and Fuji’s direction as he assigned them laps.
Oh right. Now that he thought about it, Fuji was quite restless himself. His overly sweet smile was a sign of his restlessness, and a restless Fuji was never a good thing. The redhead had witnessed the chaos his best friend had caused to their unsuspecting teammates, and Kikumaru himself finally fell victim to Fuji’s little mischief when a vile-tasting liquid assaulted his taste buds earlier, causing him to scream out the prodigy’s name so loud and earned him-and Fuji, of course-a harsh “Thirty laps around the courts!”.
Glancing at the lithe boy running alongside him, Kikumaru noticed how Fuji occasionally threw anxious glances towards their captain-though really, those glances lasted only for a split-second but nothing like that would escape Kikumaru Eiji’s sharp eyes, of course.
Casually, Kikumaru concluded that Tezuka and Fuji were having a spat, although the thought in itself was probably almost impossible because Tezuka Kunimitsu and Fuji Shuusuke do NOT fight, especially, NOT with each other. On a second thought, though, Kikumaru reflected that, hey, even Tezuka and Fuji are middle school kids, and kids do fight with each other.
Judging from how irritated Tezuka seemed to be and how fidgety Fuji currently was, Kikumaru decided that whatever the issue they were having, it was most likely the prodigy’s fault. His mind idly wondered on the many possibilities of what Fuji might had done to their captain-like, probably, switching Tezuka’s bottle with Inui’s? Or maybe Fuji had butchered up Tezuka’s favorite historical character on their study session? Fuji accidentally ruining Tezuka’s favorite book was possible too… but then again, those assumptions might be a little too… innocent, considering it was Fuji’s fault to Tezuka…
At any rate, Kikumaru knew that if this situation kept up, tennis practice would be hellish for the next few days or weeks or who-knows-how-long if they wouldn’t make up anytime soon. And a day of hellish practice was enough to scar the innocent team members. As a good and caring senior, of course he had to do something about this, no?
But what?
Kikumaru then remembered overhearing a phone conversation of his sister with whoever it was on the other line, and how his sister had said with a great confidence that ‘sympathy’ was the best way to make up from a fight. The acrobat had no idea whether his sister’s advice was reliable or not, but surely, giving it a try wouldn’t hurt, would it?
Now, how to create this ‘sympathy’ between them…
Suddenly, that brilliant idea came to his mind; the fastest way to create sympathy, that is. It might hurt a little, though…
They were currently in their fifth lap and were running near Tezuka who-in Kikumaru’s semi-imaginative vision-seemed to emit dark aura around him. Making sure Fuji was by his side, Kikumaru then swiftly stretched out a leg and was successfully tripping his light-haired friend.
A soft gasp was heard before the loud thud and a painful “Oooouch!” rang on a certain part of the courts. Immediately plastering the most innocent look he could muster, Kikumaru then cried out, “Nyaaaa Fujiko!! Are you okaaaay???”
The look he received from those exposed cerulean orbs was that of a ‘are-you-okay-my-ass’ kind of glare, and Kikumaru knew Fuji realized that this little accident was not at all accidental. For a moment, the acrobat regretted his action as Fuji’s eyes pierced into his and he thought he was doomed for good.
The soft “Are you okay” from the captain had saved him, though, as Fuji’s head immediately turned to the source of the deep voice. A hand was stretched out to the prodigy, and Kikumaru could see the slightest worry lines on Tezuka’s forehead. The dark aura was no more.
Kikumaru smirked inwardly. The Sympathy Strategy: succeeded.
Tezuka helped Fuji to his feet by the hand, and it looked like the lithe boy’s ankle was sprained. A surge of guilt immediately assaulted Kikumaru, but it was gone as soon as it came as the bespectacled boy helped Fuji to walk towards the clubhouse for further treatments.
Before they were completely out of the courts, Fuji threw Kikumaru a glance, which the catlike player couldn’t really decipher. But then again, no matter how angry Fuji might be at him for spraining an ankle, surely Fuji couldn’t be that mad, right?
Now that Tezuka didn’t seem to be so angry at Fuji anymore-and given the privacy of a clubhouse during practice time-they should be able to talk things out and make up with each other. Being Fuji’s best friend for more than a year, Kikumaru had the confidence to say that Fuji ought to be thankful to him, right?
At least, Kikumaru did that to help his best friend, as well as saving the whole members from potential hellish practices caused by an irate captain and a restless prodigy.
It was for the greater good, after all.
-NeverEnding-
A/N: Errr… rei-san, this turned out really different then what I intended to write when I told you I’m gonna write you a drabble… not to mention that this is no drabble at all XD
I hope my Eiji here is not too weird or something, heheh… Reviews would be loved, thank you for reading!
Author: a1y_puff
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Kikumaru, Tezuka/Fuji
Prompt: #25. gasp
Genre: I’m not sure…let’s just say friendship-leaning-shippy?
Word Count: 935
Rating: G
Summary: When Eiji’s great, great vision caught some little things on the Captain and the Prodigy.
Warnings: unbetaed, possible nonsense, and well… I’m having dead brain cells… *shoot self*
Disclaimer: I don’t think Konomi would sell these adorable boys to me… not that I would be able to afford them anyway, they’re too priceless XD. Oh, prompt owned by 50scenes.
A/N: For Rei-san (lafuego) because she has to stay up late and bear with my stupid questions on vocabs and grammar, and just my general ranting these past few days. Thank you for being so patient with me, Rei-san! *glomps*
And, uh, it’s my first time taking Eiji’s POV, so I’m a little nervous. But Rei-san loves Eiji sooo much so I’m giving it a try. I hope this is okay :D
FOR THE GREATER GOOD
Tezuka was definitely pissed, Kikumaru thought as he glanced over to the stoic youth while running his third lap out of thirty laps assigned to him, only because he went “NYAAAAA, FUJIKO YOU MEEEAAANIEEEE” a little too loud for the captain’s liking.
And that was exactly the issue here. Being his teammate for more than two years, Kikumaru knew Tezuka had quite a high tolerance over his sometimes not-that-deafening cries, especially when said cries were the results of his genius best friend’s mischief. Kikumaru could have sworn, though, from his extraordinary vision, that he saw Tezuka’s left eye twitched while glaring at his and Fuji’s direction as he assigned them laps.
Oh right. Now that he thought about it, Fuji was quite restless himself. His overly sweet smile was a sign of his restlessness, and a restless Fuji was never a good thing. The redhead had witnessed the chaos his best friend had caused to their unsuspecting teammates, and Kikumaru himself finally fell victim to Fuji’s little mischief when a vile-tasting liquid assaulted his taste buds earlier, causing him to scream out the prodigy’s name so loud and earned him-and Fuji, of course-a harsh “Thirty laps around the courts!”.
Glancing at the lithe boy running alongside him, Kikumaru noticed how Fuji occasionally threw anxious glances towards their captain-though really, those glances lasted only for a split-second but nothing like that would escape Kikumaru Eiji’s sharp eyes, of course.
Casually, Kikumaru concluded that Tezuka and Fuji were having a spat, although the thought in itself was probably almost impossible because Tezuka Kunimitsu and Fuji Shuusuke do NOT fight, especially, NOT with each other. On a second thought, though, Kikumaru reflected that, hey, even Tezuka and Fuji are middle school kids, and kids do fight with each other.
Judging from how irritated Tezuka seemed to be and how fidgety Fuji currently was, Kikumaru decided that whatever the issue they were having, it was most likely the prodigy’s fault. His mind idly wondered on the many possibilities of what Fuji might had done to their captain-like, probably, switching Tezuka’s bottle with Inui’s? Or maybe Fuji had butchered up Tezuka’s favorite historical character on their study session? Fuji accidentally ruining Tezuka’s favorite book was possible too… but then again, those assumptions might be a little too… innocent, considering it was Fuji’s fault to Tezuka…
At any rate, Kikumaru knew that if this situation kept up, tennis practice would be hellish for the next few days or weeks or who-knows-how-long if they wouldn’t make up anytime soon. And a day of hellish practice was enough to scar the innocent team members. As a good and caring senior, of course he had to do something about this, no?
But what?
Kikumaru then remembered overhearing a phone conversation of his sister with whoever it was on the other line, and how his sister had said with a great confidence that ‘sympathy’ was the best way to make up from a fight. The acrobat had no idea whether his sister’s advice was reliable or not, but surely, giving it a try wouldn’t hurt, would it?
Now, how to create this ‘sympathy’ between them…
Suddenly, that brilliant idea came to his mind; the fastest way to create sympathy, that is. It might hurt a little, though…
They were currently in their fifth lap and were running near Tezuka who-in Kikumaru’s semi-imaginative vision-seemed to emit dark aura around him. Making sure Fuji was by his side, Kikumaru then swiftly stretched out a leg and was successfully tripping his light-haired friend.
A soft gasp was heard before the loud thud and a painful “Oooouch!” rang on a certain part of the courts. Immediately plastering the most innocent look he could muster, Kikumaru then cried out, “Nyaaaa Fujiko!! Are you okaaaay???”
The look he received from those exposed cerulean orbs was that of a ‘are-you-okay-my-ass’ kind of glare, and Kikumaru knew Fuji realized that this little accident was not at all accidental. For a moment, the acrobat regretted his action as Fuji’s eyes pierced into his and he thought he was doomed for good.
The soft “Are you okay” from the captain had saved him, though, as Fuji’s head immediately turned to the source of the deep voice. A hand was stretched out to the prodigy, and Kikumaru could see the slightest worry lines on Tezuka’s forehead. The dark aura was no more.
Kikumaru smirked inwardly. The Sympathy Strategy: succeeded.
Tezuka helped Fuji to his feet by the hand, and it looked like the lithe boy’s ankle was sprained. A surge of guilt immediately assaulted Kikumaru, but it was gone as soon as it came as the bespectacled boy helped Fuji to walk towards the clubhouse for further treatments.
Before they were completely out of the courts, Fuji threw Kikumaru a glance, which the catlike player couldn’t really decipher. But then again, no matter how angry Fuji might be at him for spraining an ankle, surely Fuji couldn’t be that mad, right?
Now that Tezuka didn’t seem to be so angry at Fuji anymore-and given the privacy of a clubhouse during practice time-they should be able to talk things out and make up with each other. Being Fuji’s best friend for more than a year, Kikumaru had the confidence to say that Fuji ought to be thankful to him, right?
At least, Kikumaru did that to help his best friend, as well as saving the whole members from potential hellish practices caused by an irate captain and a restless prodigy.
It was for the greater good, after all.
-NeverEnding-
A/N: Errr… rei-san, this turned out really different then what I intended to write when I told you I’m gonna write you a drabble… not to mention that this is no drabble at all XD
I hope my Eiji here is not too weird or something, heheh… Reviews would be loved, thank you for reading!