[PoT - Marui/An, Marui/Cake] The Cake Case
A very Happy Birthday to Marui &hearts as he's one of my very favorite Tenipuri Boys :D
And thanks to moehoshi for kicking me to write this first instead of the KaiEiji thingy :p
I also completely blame the utter fail of this on my lack of sugar. :D
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 578
Pairing: Marui/An, Marui/Cake
Warnings: Crack, exaggarated love for cake. I mean it.
Disclaimer: Yes, please? Sadly, I don't D:
Marui stared at the cake splattered out on the ground in front of him. A previously beautifully decorated piece, now ruined to the point of being beyond recognition. And it had been one of his favourites, too. Plus, he only ever got it when he was visiting his grandmother in Tokyo. That poor cake. He could have wept.
He was not exactly sure what had happened anyway. He was just walking back from the store (with his precious, intact cake), when suddenly something had bumped into him, and the box had just fallen before he could react. And there had been extra icing on it, too…
“Ahem,” a voice suddenly wormed its way into his thoughts, “normally one would offer a girl a hand up if one knocked her over, especially if she was as pretty as I am.”
Huh? Girl? Marui slowly lifted his eyes from the remnants of his cake, only to be met with very brown, very angry ones of a girl sitting on the ground in front of him. He frowned.
“Excuse me? Why should I help you when you were the one knocking my poor cake out of my hands? Just look at it! The poor thing.” He was sure the fall must have hurt. After all, when a human fell down from somewhere high up it hurt a lot as well. He could only imagine what this had meant for his cake.
“Aah!” the girl sitting - no, standing (how had she gotten up that quick) in front of him exclaimed, waving her finger into his face. “You’re that Rikkai candy freak!”
Marui’s eyebrow twitched. Candy… freak? If that girl knew him, shouldn’t she at least know him as Rikkai’s brilliant tensai? Or the Volley Specialist? Sure, he liked sweets, almost more than tennis, but, honestly, candy freak was pushing it. And that after she had brutally murdered his cake, too.
Being too engrossed into his inner muttering he hadn’t noticed how she had started ranting at him, about how they were at fault her brother still was hospitalised (what the hell did they have to do with her brother anyway), and how they really should put that Kirihara onto a leash (Marui almost agreed with her) and how he definitely owed her now, since her brother was supposed to take her out to ice cream after the Regionals.
Before he knew it she had him at his arm and was dragging him through half the city. Leaving the corpse of his poor cake unattended and unburied behind.
Marui was still mildly confused (to put it lightly) at being sort of picked up by a very random girl claiming to know him when she made him pay for her ice cream. Of course, he hadn’t wanted to, but the girl was being very persuasive (and loud.) and he figured just doing as she was saying was less of a bother.
He also wasn’t quite sure why she insisted on programming her number into his cell phone, but when she smiled and winked at him before rushing off he found he maybe didn’t mind as much (even though she had made him lose his cake).
Two days later Marui found himself texting Tachibana An about meeting up and having some real ice cream in a real café. Hopefully as soon as possible.
Kippei was not amused to find around fifty text messages from one “Maru~i” on his sister’s cell phone when he was discharged.
And thanks to moehoshi for kicking me to write this first instead of the KaiEiji thingy :p
I also completely blame the utter fail of this on my lack of sugar. :D
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 578
Pairing: Marui/An, Marui/Cake
Warnings: Crack, exaggarated love for cake. I mean it.
Disclaimer: Yes, please? Sadly, I don't D:
Marui stared at the cake splattered out on the ground in front of him. A previously beautifully decorated piece, now ruined to the point of being beyond recognition. And it had been one of his favourites, too. Plus, he only ever got it when he was visiting his grandmother in Tokyo. That poor cake. He could have wept.
He was not exactly sure what had happened anyway. He was just walking back from the store (with his precious, intact cake), when suddenly something had bumped into him, and the box had just fallen before he could react. And there had been extra icing on it, too…
“Ahem,” a voice suddenly wormed its way into his thoughts, “normally one would offer a girl a hand up if one knocked her over, especially if she was as pretty as I am.”
Huh? Girl? Marui slowly lifted his eyes from the remnants of his cake, only to be met with very brown, very angry ones of a girl sitting on the ground in front of him. He frowned.
“Excuse me? Why should I help you when you were the one knocking my poor cake out of my hands? Just look at it! The poor thing.” He was sure the fall must have hurt. After all, when a human fell down from somewhere high up it hurt a lot as well. He could only imagine what this had meant for his cake.
“Aah!” the girl sitting - no, standing (how had she gotten up that quick) in front of him exclaimed, waving her finger into his face. “You’re that Rikkai candy freak!”
Marui’s eyebrow twitched. Candy… freak? If that girl knew him, shouldn’t she at least know him as Rikkai’s brilliant tensai? Or the Volley Specialist? Sure, he liked sweets, almost more than tennis, but, honestly, candy freak was pushing it. And that after she had brutally murdered his cake, too.
Being too engrossed into his inner muttering he hadn’t noticed how she had started ranting at him, about how they were at fault her brother still was hospitalised (what the hell did they have to do with her brother anyway), and how they really should put that Kirihara onto a leash (Marui almost agreed with her) and how he definitely owed her now, since her brother was supposed to take her out to ice cream after the Regionals.
Before he knew it she had him at his arm and was dragging him through half the city. Leaving the corpse of his poor cake unattended and unburied behind.
Marui was still mildly confused (to put it lightly) at being sort of picked up by a very random girl claiming to know him when she made him pay for her ice cream. Of course, he hadn’t wanted to, but the girl was being very persuasive (and loud.) and he figured just doing as she was saying was less of a bother.
He also wasn’t quite sure why she insisted on programming her number into his cell phone, but when she smiled and winked at him before rushing off he found he maybe didn’t mind as much (even though she had made him lose his cake).
Two days later Marui found himself texting Tachibana An about meeting up and having some real ice cream in a real café. Hopefully as soon as possible.
Kippei was not amused to find around fifty text messages from one “Maru~i” on his sister’s cell phone when he was discharged.