march drabble! ^^
Fandom: Tennis no Ohjisama, a drabble
Title: Stalked
Author: blue^^
Rating: G, unbeta-ed
Character: Tezuka Kunimitsu
Summary: Buchou got a stalker! XD
Disclaimer: Tenipuri belongs to Konomi Takeshi.
Stalked
As much as he hates it, being stalked is something that Tezuka has to deal with, and gotten used to, ever since he enters Seigaku Junior High. Now that he is in his third year, the bespectacled boy has accepted the little act of violation against his privacy as part of his daily occurrence. It has never been his intention to become one of the popular boys in school, and his current positions as both Student Body president and tennis team captain have only worsened the situation.
His stalkers mostly take form of Seigaku uniformed girls, spying on his activities within school proximity, admiring his athletic build with dreamy eyes. The bolder ones - usually are of different schools and often come in a flock or two, only go as far as following him home from a safe distance, blushing and giggling at each other, thinking that they are being discreet. Tezuka will usually shrug them off and resume to doing whatever he is doing. He knows how to handle them.
This time though, is different.
Tezuka realizes that he has never gotten this kind of stalker before. Quite persistent too, he must say. This particular stalker has been following him since that left turn leading to the school building, from a rather bold proximity, as Tezuka is heading home from tennis practice in the late afternoon. When Tezuka walks, the stalker walks. When he stops, the stalker stops. When he is slowing down, the stalker manages to slow down somewhat. Tezuka will not look back, though. He knows that doing it will be showing hints of defeat. So he resolves to keep walking, with a steady pace, giving impression that all is well in the world, ignoring said stalker behind.
Yep, that should be it.
Tezuka groans inwardly.
This has got to stop.
Halted, the bespectacled boy looks right and left to see if any of his schoolmate - or worse, his teammate - is around, and finds that the street is empty. Then, bracing himself, the bespectacled boy turns around.
Finally.
Having face to face with his stalker, Tezuka keeps his stoic face. They stand rooted to their respective spots for a long time, staring each other in the eye. When Tezuka opens his mouth, his voice is calm as ever.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop following me?”
The stalker remains quiet. Fear whatsoever is none existence in those bright eyes.
“Go back to where you belong.”
The stalker will not budge, two legs planted to the ground, silhouette against the pavement.
Tezuka’s specs glint off the setting sunlight.
Seems like this is the only way.
He bends forward, one hand reaching out, almost touching the ground.
A peace offering.
As expected, his stalker moves, a little bit hesitant at first. Little feet jogs toward his opened palm, then stops right in front of it. Tiny whiskers moving up and down in curiousity, dark peach-coloured nose sniffing at his fingers, round crystal grey orbs looking up expectantly.
Tezuka lifts the tiny furball carefully to his eye level, and mutters, “You’re one persistent little kitten.”
“Miau!” the grey shorthaired tabby replies, its voice echoes through the empty street.
And Tezuka’s stoic mask crumbles.
Gathering the kitten into his arm, the bespectacled boy notices that there is no tag or anything surrounding its neck. A slight pang of sadness creeps into his heart at the thought of the kitten strayed at such a young age. It looks like the poor little thing is only 3 months old or so. Gently, Tezuka strokes the kitten's soft fur as it is snuggling comfortably to his chest. He instinctively holds it closer, a rare soft smile on his lips.
“Let’s pray mother will agree to us being roommates.”
Tucking the kitten securely into his Seigaku team jacket, Tezuka resumes his walk home.
~ Owari ~
Started: 31-03-2007
Finished: 31-03-2007
Title: Stalked
Author: blue^^
Rating: G, unbeta-ed
Character: Tezuka Kunimitsu
Summary: Buchou got a stalker! XD
Disclaimer: Tenipuri belongs to Konomi Takeshi.
Stalked
As much as he hates it, being stalked is something that Tezuka has to deal with, and gotten used to, ever since he enters Seigaku Junior High. Now that he is in his third year, the bespectacled boy has accepted the little act of violation against his privacy as part of his daily occurrence. It has never been his intention to become one of the popular boys in school, and his current positions as both Student Body president and tennis team captain have only worsened the situation.
His stalkers mostly take form of Seigaku uniformed girls, spying on his activities within school proximity, admiring his athletic build with dreamy eyes. The bolder ones - usually are of different schools and often come in a flock or two, only go as far as following him home from a safe distance, blushing and giggling at each other, thinking that they are being discreet. Tezuka will usually shrug them off and resume to doing whatever he is doing. He knows how to handle them.
This time though, is different.
Tezuka realizes that he has never gotten this kind of stalker before. Quite persistent too, he must say. This particular stalker has been following him since that left turn leading to the school building, from a rather bold proximity, as Tezuka is heading home from tennis practice in the late afternoon. When Tezuka walks, the stalker walks. When he stops, the stalker stops. When he is slowing down, the stalker manages to slow down somewhat. Tezuka will not look back, though. He knows that doing it will be showing hints of defeat. So he resolves to keep walking, with a steady pace, giving impression that all is well in the world, ignoring said stalker behind.
Yep, that should be it.
Tezuka groans inwardly.
This has got to stop.
Halted, the bespectacled boy looks right and left to see if any of his schoolmate - or worse, his teammate - is around, and finds that the street is empty. Then, bracing himself, the bespectacled boy turns around.
Finally.
Having face to face with his stalker, Tezuka keeps his stoic face. They stand rooted to their respective spots for a long time, staring each other in the eye. When Tezuka opens his mouth, his voice is calm as ever.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop following me?”
The stalker remains quiet. Fear whatsoever is none existence in those bright eyes.
“Go back to where you belong.”
The stalker will not budge, two legs planted to the ground, silhouette against the pavement.
Tezuka’s specs glint off the setting sunlight.
Seems like this is the only way.
He bends forward, one hand reaching out, almost touching the ground.
A peace offering.
As expected, his stalker moves, a little bit hesitant at first. Little feet jogs toward his opened palm, then stops right in front of it. Tiny whiskers moving up and down in curiousity, dark peach-coloured nose sniffing at his fingers, round crystal grey orbs looking up expectantly.
Tezuka lifts the tiny furball carefully to his eye level, and mutters, “You’re one persistent little kitten.”
“Miau!” the grey shorthaired tabby replies, its voice echoes through the empty street.
And Tezuka’s stoic mask crumbles.
Gathering the kitten into his arm, the bespectacled boy notices that there is no tag or anything surrounding its neck. A slight pang of sadness creeps into his heart at the thought of the kitten strayed at such a young age. It looks like the poor little thing is only 3 months old or so. Gently, Tezuka strokes the kitten's soft fur as it is snuggling comfortably to his chest. He instinctively holds it closer, a rare soft smile on his lips.
“Let’s pray mother will agree to us being roommates.”
Tucking the kitten securely into his Seigaku team jacket, Tezuka resumes his walk home.
~ Owari ~
Started: 31-03-2007
Finished: 31-03-2007