Ficlet: Atoji! Yay! + a Drabble
Title: Time Ahead
Pairing: Akutagawa Jiroh/Atobe Keigo
Rating: PG w/ boyskissing!
Summary: Atobe is a planner, an organizer, and likes to know what exactly will happen in the future. Jiroh throws many variables into the question, and Atobe can't help but feel that Jiroh can't, won't, shouldn't belong in his world.
Warnings: Flangst and slight OOC. (Oh dear.)
Leaning back into the comfortable luxury of the leather sofa, Atobe let out the tension that he hadn’t realized he held in. It had been a busy day. With graduation coming up in a few weeks, the student council was in a complete chaos, along with the administration. Being the president of the council meant he couldn’t slack off, and he spent most of the afternoon in meetings discussing catering, decorations, and a plethora of little details that made his head ache.
He closed his eyes. He did not want to think about graduation and what it‘ll bring. He had already received the acceptance letter from Tokyo University and was currently looking for an apartment nearby the school. However, he wasn’t satisfied. He felt no excitement in going to university. It was just a brief period of study before his father’s company swallows him up, into the stomach of social luncheons, tacky opulence and a trophy wife. He-
“Keigo!” Jiroh yelled, as he tackled Atobe even further into the sofa. Atobe opened his eyes, looking up into Jiroh’s exuberant face. He couldn’t help himself and smiled a little, he never could control his facial expressions too well around Jiroh.
“Guess what?! I have great news!” Jiroh bounced off the sofa and jumped up and down, waving some papers in his hand.
“Oh? What news?” He asked, curious about what could make Jiroh so excited.
“I got accepted into Todai too! So don’t worry Keigo! We’ll be together after graduation. This is so awesome! And! And! And! Their literature program is internationally acknowledged as one of the best!”
He hugs Jiroh, maybe because he can’t put in too words the relief he felt knowing Jiroh will be with him, or maybe because he was afraid that Jiroh would disappear from his life, a pleasant dream that has dissipated too early.
It really was good news, because he didn't really want to entertain the possibility that Jiroh would leave after their graduation. He knew it wasn’t realistic to wish that Jiroh would stay with him, at least through college, but he hopes and wishes anyway.
He suddenly has a clear vision of two possible futures. He would be the CEO of his father’s company until his father retires. He would become an official part of the social events, the charity dinners, and the opulent dinner parties accompanied with the manipulating women and avaricious men. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would see Oshitari every so often, as they were friends of the family, and they would remininscence like old men.
Or he and Jiroh would live in a small apartment in downtown Tokyo. They would be poor, just like any other college student, but they would be happy. For in the other future, there would be no Jiroh. There is no room for Jiroh in Atobe’s rigid world, where people lied and backstabbed their friends, where families rarely have relationships. A boy with a taste for classic literature and sleeping wouldn’t mesh well with his fabric of reality.
“Keigo?” Jiroh asked, wondering at the sudden stillness in the other.
“Hm.”
“Are you alright? Are you sick? You seem a little sick. You wanted us to go to Todai together, right?”
“That has nothing to do with it, and you know that I don’t get sick.”
“You’re not fine Keigo. Are you worrying about your family again?”
“No,” Atobe says, not really looking at Jiroh. “Why should I worry about what my family thinks?”
“Stop. I though we agreed to take things day by day. Four years is so far off, why make your life even more difficult by worrying? Stop thinking.”
“Ore-sama is not, and will not ever worry over something as paltry as what the ’family’ thinks.”
Jiroh smiles, amused and arches up his feet a little, because Atobe was still a bit taller than him. He kisses Atobe gently.
At first there was no response, Atobe was still ruminating over the matter, but then Jrioh’s lips moved faster, more urgent. Atobe responds in kind, because there was no way that he couldn’t not respond. Their lips are locked harshly together, licking, tasting, rediscovering the familiar contours of the shape. Theey break for breath, faces colored with dusty rose, eyes dazed, and matching smiles. Then, Jiroh yawns and tumbles into Atobe’s shoulder. Atobe sighs and sits down on the couch, arranging Jiroh so that his head lies on Atobe’s lap.
He turns on the plasma screen TV to the sports channel, and watches a tennis match. It is Rafael Nadal who is playing against Roger Federer, at the French Open. He watches the players, their movement and the tennis ball. He doesn’t think of the next point, the next match, the next champion. He only sees what’s in front of him, in the present.
Title: To Wake Up
Summary: Jiroh was hard to wake up on the best of days, but all it seems to take for Atobe is a slight touch.
Rating: G
Notes: AtoJi so small, you'll need a microscope.
Jiroh is prone to sleep. He’ll sleep almost anywhere, at almost any time. It was so easy to lie his head down and block out the rest of the world. Of course, this habit often gave him grief from other people. His teachers were always aggravated with him. They would pick on him for a difficult question, but he would always answer them correctly. So they had no choice but to tell him to at least act like he’s paying attention.
He goes through the course of the day in a daze, sleeping though lunch, classes, assemblies, and the like. He is sometimes awake for his literature class, which he loves. They pour over and analyze the myths in the Kojiki, and the events in the Nihonshoki.
At the end of the day, Kabaji is the one who has to find him, usually slumped over a desk, and wake or carry him to tennis practice, where he also sleeps. Besides, it took too much effort to get Jiroh to wake up, especially when he feel back asleep. This happens a lot during drills, but Sakaki-sensei has yet to reprimand him for sleeping yet, so Jiroh did as he liked. Although sometimes, Jiroh would be wide awake and exuberant during tennis practice.
Today he was sleeping underneath his usual tree, small snores breaking the monotony of thudding tennis balls. The sunlight printed leaf patterns over his fair face.
“Jiroh.” A rich alto said.
There was a light touch on his shoulder and Jiroh blinked, awake.
“Hm?” He asks nonchalantly.
“We’ll be having a match today. Court C. So wake up.”
“Really?!” Jiroh grins, and jumps up. “Woohoo! Awesome! I get to play with Atobe today! I can‘t wait! Though…I haven‘t practiced in a week, so I‘ll be a little rusty Atobe.”
Atobe smirks, more of a smile than anything though, and starts walking towards Court C. “Come on.” He says, and pauses to wait for Jiroh to catch up. They walk to Court C together, Jiroh jumping and Atobe following close behind.
A/N: Erm. Please tell me if I managed to have killed exploded messed up Atobe's character. God he's hard to portray without making into a total diva or a complete wuss. I know I play up the stereotypes about the rich, but it's for the comparision it provides.
Concrit <3'd, so are Comments. :D
Pairing: Akutagawa Jiroh/Atobe Keigo
Rating: PG w/ boyskissing!
Summary: Atobe is a planner, an organizer, and likes to know what exactly will happen in the future. Jiroh throws many variables into the question, and Atobe can't help but feel that Jiroh can't, won't, shouldn't belong in his world.
Warnings: Flangst and slight OOC. (Oh dear.)
Leaning back into the comfortable luxury of the leather sofa, Atobe let out the tension that he hadn’t realized he held in. It had been a busy day. With graduation coming up in a few weeks, the student council was in a complete chaos, along with the administration. Being the president of the council meant he couldn’t slack off, and he spent most of the afternoon in meetings discussing catering, decorations, and a plethora of little details that made his head ache.
He closed his eyes. He did not want to think about graduation and what it‘ll bring. He had already received the acceptance letter from Tokyo University and was currently looking for an apartment nearby the school. However, he wasn’t satisfied. He felt no excitement in going to university. It was just a brief period of study before his father’s company swallows him up, into the stomach of social luncheons, tacky opulence and a trophy wife. He-
“Keigo!” Jiroh yelled, as he tackled Atobe even further into the sofa. Atobe opened his eyes, looking up into Jiroh’s exuberant face. He couldn’t help himself and smiled a little, he never could control his facial expressions too well around Jiroh.
“Guess what?! I have great news!” Jiroh bounced off the sofa and jumped up and down, waving some papers in his hand.
“Oh? What news?” He asked, curious about what could make Jiroh so excited.
“I got accepted into Todai too! So don’t worry Keigo! We’ll be together after graduation. This is so awesome! And! And! And! Their literature program is internationally acknowledged as one of the best!”
He hugs Jiroh, maybe because he can’t put in too words the relief he felt knowing Jiroh will be with him, or maybe because he was afraid that Jiroh would disappear from his life, a pleasant dream that has dissipated too early.
It really was good news, because he didn't really want to entertain the possibility that Jiroh would leave after their graduation. He knew it wasn’t realistic to wish that Jiroh would stay with him, at least through college, but he hopes and wishes anyway.
He suddenly has a clear vision of two possible futures. He would be the CEO of his father’s company until his father retires. He would become an official part of the social events, the charity dinners, and the opulent dinner parties accompanied with the manipulating women and avaricious men. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would see Oshitari every so often, as they were friends of the family, and they would remininscence like old men.
Or he and Jiroh would live in a small apartment in downtown Tokyo. They would be poor, just like any other college student, but they would be happy. For in the other future, there would be no Jiroh. There is no room for Jiroh in Atobe’s rigid world, where people lied and backstabbed their friends, where families rarely have relationships. A boy with a taste for classic literature and sleeping wouldn’t mesh well with his fabric of reality.
“Keigo?” Jiroh asked, wondering at the sudden stillness in the other.
“Hm.”
“Are you alright? Are you sick? You seem a little sick. You wanted us to go to Todai together, right?”
“That has nothing to do with it, and you know that I don’t get sick.”
“You’re not fine Keigo. Are you worrying about your family again?”
“No,” Atobe says, not really looking at Jiroh. “Why should I worry about what my family thinks?”
“Stop. I though we agreed to take things day by day. Four years is so far off, why make your life even more difficult by worrying? Stop thinking.”
“Ore-sama is not, and will not ever worry over something as paltry as what the ’family’ thinks.”
Jiroh smiles, amused and arches up his feet a little, because Atobe was still a bit taller than him. He kisses Atobe gently.
At first there was no response, Atobe was still ruminating over the matter, but then Jrioh’s lips moved faster, more urgent. Atobe responds in kind, because there was no way that he couldn’t not respond. Their lips are locked harshly together, licking, tasting, rediscovering the familiar contours of the shape. Theey break for breath, faces colored with dusty rose, eyes dazed, and matching smiles. Then, Jiroh yawns and tumbles into Atobe’s shoulder. Atobe sighs and sits down on the couch, arranging Jiroh so that his head lies on Atobe’s lap.
He turns on the plasma screen TV to the sports channel, and watches a tennis match. It is Rafael Nadal who is playing against Roger Federer, at the French Open. He watches the players, their movement and the tennis ball. He doesn’t think of the next point, the next match, the next champion. He only sees what’s in front of him, in the present.
Title: To Wake Up
Summary: Jiroh was hard to wake up on the best of days, but all it seems to take for Atobe is a slight touch.
Rating: G
Notes: AtoJi so small, you'll need a microscope.
Jiroh is prone to sleep. He’ll sleep almost anywhere, at almost any time. It was so easy to lie his head down and block out the rest of the world. Of course, this habit often gave him grief from other people. His teachers were always aggravated with him. They would pick on him for a difficult question, but he would always answer them correctly. So they had no choice but to tell him to at least act like he’s paying attention.
He goes through the course of the day in a daze, sleeping though lunch, classes, assemblies, and the like. He is sometimes awake for his literature class, which he loves. They pour over and analyze the myths in the Kojiki, and the events in the Nihonshoki.
At the end of the day, Kabaji is the one who has to find him, usually slumped over a desk, and wake or carry him to tennis practice, where he also sleeps. Besides, it took too much effort to get Jiroh to wake up, especially when he feel back asleep. This happens a lot during drills, but Sakaki-sensei has yet to reprimand him for sleeping yet, so Jiroh did as he liked. Although sometimes, Jiroh would be wide awake and exuberant during tennis practice.
Today he was sleeping underneath his usual tree, small snores breaking the monotony of thudding tennis balls. The sunlight printed leaf patterns over his fair face.
“Jiroh.” A rich alto said.
There was a light touch on his shoulder and Jiroh blinked, awake.
“Hm?” He asks nonchalantly.
“We’ll be having a match today. Court C. So wake up.”
“Really?!” Jiroh grins, and jumps up. “Woohoo! Awesome! I get to play with Atobe today! I can‘t wait! Though…I haven‘t practiced in a week, so I‘ll be a little rusty Atobe.”
Atobe smirks, more of a smile than anything though, and starts walking towards Court C. “Come on.” He says, and pauses to wait for Jiroh to catch up. They walk to Court C together, Jiroh jumping and Atobe following close behind.
A/N: Erm. Please tell me if I managed to have killed exploded messed up Atobe's character. God he's hard to portray without making into a total diva or a complete wuss. I know I play up the stereotypes about the rich, but it's for the comparision it provides.
Concrit <3'd, so are Comments. :D