the language of shishido
As I wrote this, I realized that I am one big, wibbly sap. STOP BEING SAPPY, SELF. xD; This was something that was supposed to be just a drabble, but it, uh, evolved, or something. >>;; I'm sorry, it's 4 AM and I still have classes, so I'll reply to messages tomorrow. ^^;
Thanks for the hugs. ;_______; <3
for the 30_fluffs comm. <3
Title: The Language of Shishido
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Rating: PG-13 or T
Word Count: 1650+
Pairing: ShishiTori, Silver Pair
Theme: #19, language ; translation
Challenge: Time
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not and never will belong to me.
Summary: Their teammates have always wondered just how Choutarou could stand his temperamental partner whose moodswings could beat even the worst periods of a woman, but it was just that Choutarou understood his sempai's actions more than anyone ever could.
t h e l a n g u a g e o f s h i s h i d o
Choutarou’s phone started ringing, the soft melody reaching his ears as he sped through the street, breath puffing. As he made a right turn, he fumbled shakily for his jacket pocket which was jumping up and down with his quickened steps. His phone stopped ringing. A few seconds later, the phone fell down on the pavement with a sound that would have made Choutarou wince, had he not been beside his fallen phone, resisting the urge to whimper as his behind met the hard floor.
He ignored all that, taking his phone and standing up swiftly, asking the female high school student that he had bumped into if she was alright. Once her amused but apologetic affirmation reached his ears, he was back to running.
As he looked at the record of the missed calls in his phone, there was one name at the top that made him run faster than he already was. After all, it wouldn’t do to keep his sempai waiting, for a missed call from Shishido meant where are you?.
They were supposed to meet up thirty minutes ago for a movie that - Choutarou thought mournfully - had probably already started by now. They didn’t have school today, because their principal had declared it a holiday. Their principal liked making holidays up, although Shishido told him that it was just an excuse to get away from paperwork since today was the man’s birthday.
He should have known better to take the bus at this hour. It was the time that high school students from that nearby all-girls school were dismissed from class - around 3 PM - and most of them took the bus home. By the time Choutarou had arrived at the bus stop, the doors to the vehicle were already closing.
He had sat down, thinking that the next bus should be here soon. Fifteen minutes passed, and he found himself tapping his foot impatiently, but still no bus in sight. He stood up, thinking he could just walk, when he saw an elderly lady that was shaking so much Choutarou was amazed she could still stand trying to cross the street on her wobbly knees. It called to Choutarou’s inner Boy Scout, even if he had never joined it.
Helping someone who’s shaking harder than Gakuto after being attacked by an army of colorful frogs was something that Choutarou thought was easy, although that was probably wishful thinking on his part. No matter. The little peck on the cheek she gave him afterwards and the toothless smile on her face made it better.
As soon as she was out of sight, he ran for his life. He was late.
As he rounded the corner, his phone started ringing again. The melody ended as soon as it started. Choutarou ran faster. A second missed call from Shishido meant where are you?!. Yes, with an exclamation point.
One more corner to go. That’s right, Choutarou. Just a few more steps and you’ll see Shishido and there’ll be no chances for a third missed call which will have two exclamation points. Just one more ste - “Oof!” Ouch.
Choutarou gently pressed on his nose, wincing and groaning, hoping that it didn’t look red. He turned red as soon as he realized that people were staring at him, and gave the light post one last glare before resuming his run. Oh, well. At least Shishido was too busy grumpily staring at his phone to see his nose being flattened. He wished it didn’t look as bad as it felt.
“Shishido-san!” He huffed, the run now taking its toll on his legs now that he had a chance to think about just how far he had ran.
Shishido’s head whipped up, and he walked towards him, a scowl on his face. “Where the hell have you -“ he paused, “What happened to your nose?”
Choutarou winced. “Erm. Nothing. It’ll go away soon.”
Shishido raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head, resuming his scowl, “The movie’s started fifteen minutes ago.”
Choutarou winced again. “Sorry.” He mumbled, bowing a bit in apology.
It was Shishido’s turn to wince. He had been making so much progress trying to stop the boy from being too polite or formal with him, and now that he was succeeding, he had to go and do something that made Choutarou shrivel back in his shell again. He looked away, muttering under his breath, “It doesn’t matter. The movie’s boring anyway. Let’s go get some burgers.”
Choutarou nodded mutely, still too guilty to say anything. Before he could get to take one step though, he was surprised to feel Shishido’s hand slip in his and clasp it firmly. Shishido pulled him away from the bustling crowds, the lower half of his face buried behind his scarf, although Choutarou could clearly see the redness of his sempai’s ears.
Smiling, he simply followed silently.
Taking his hand without care that they were in the middle of the city in broad daylight where everyone could see meant sorry when it came from Shishido. Their teammates have always wondered just how Choutarou could stand his temperamental partner who had the tendency to just suddenly blow up, and this was one of the reasons why.
They had sat down by the window at the fast food joint, with Shishido saving them a seat and Choutarou ordering. Five minutes in the wait, Shishido realized that he forgot to tell the other that he didn’t want cucumbers in his Jumbo burger. As he turned his head though, he was surprised to see Choutarou already walking towards the table with their food.
He paused, before saying, “Did you -“
Choutarou smiled, “No cucumbers.”
Shishido shut up. Once the food was already in front of them and the tray was put away, Shishido opened his mouth again.
Choutarou handed him two more packets of ketchup. “Extra ketchup.” He supplied, grinning. As he raised the burger to his mouth, his lips formed a smile around his food as he watched Shishido take the fries from his plate and put it on his. Shishido shrugged it off saying that he didn’t like fries, but Choutarou knew better.
He wouldn’t really say it meant thank you. Shishido had another, more appropriate action for that. Transferring of fries sort of meant like… good job? Something along those lines.
As they finished their food, Choutarou looked up, opening his mouth, but he was surprised to see Shishido already standing up, smirking, “Ice cream, right?”
Choutarou grinned. There was this ice cream shop that they almost always went to whenever they went out together, because this old man who runs the shop always greeted them with a smile whenever they’d come in. Besides, the ice cream there was to die for, and the old man always gave them discounts, although Shishido found him irritating most of the time because of his habit to tease them about being too close to each other. Choutarou just smiled sheepishly at those jokes. If only he knew.
Like always, the old man’s eyes lit up as they entered, smile big and wide and double chin bouncing as he sat up abruptly from his seat. “Ah, boys!” he greeted. Choutarou smiled and bowed, greeting back before going to the back to get a table.
As he sat, he could hear Shishido’s voice from the counter. The old man’s voice boomed throughout the shop. “The usual, eh?” Once the ice cream was ready, Choutarou watched expectantly as the old man’s grin grew wider, and more lecherous. That is, as lecherous as a jolly-looking and chipper old man’s grin could be.
Shishido cut him off, turning red, already knowing what was coming next. “Shut up, gramps.”
The old man laughed the kind of laugh that would have instantly made the store’s atmosphere lighter if it hadn’t already been light to begin with. The only thing that it needed now were sunflowers and daisies and rainbow unicorns. “Still feisty, eh, Ryou?” he craned his head, “Hey, Chouta! Is he as fiery outside as he is in bed?”
Apparently, he had no problems whatsoever calling them by their first name, even if Shishido had adamantly refused him permission to do so. His refusal fell on deaf ears.
Choutarou’s cheeks flamed, biting back a squeak as the old man’s jolly laughter boomed throughout the shop yet again. The other customers, mostly female students, were giggling in their seats. Shishido scowled, taking their ice cream and grumbling under his breath throughout the whole trip towards their table.
What was good about the location of their table at the back was that they weren’t in easy view from the old man’s perverted grin. Although Choutarou didn’t really mind, but sometimes, his jokes somehow became more graphic than the last.
Ice cream with Shishido always felt nice. They talked non-stop, jumping from one random subject to another. As Choutarou took a small lick from his ice cream, he noticed a small spot of cookies and cream ice cream on his sempai’s cheek. Shishido’s elbows were on the table, and he was leaning forward, listening intently to what Choutarou was saying about the greatness of rubber duckies. If Choutarou just leaned forward a bit, he could lick that ice cream off.
He stopped his speech, and did so.
Shishido stared.
Slowly, Choutarou turned red, the meaning of his actions just sinking in. He coughed, mumbling, “You had ice cream on your chin.” He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head, “Right. Uhm. What was I saying again?”
Shishido’s reply to him was a kiss on the cheek.
Choutarou swallowed, fingers rising unconsciously to touch the spot on his face where Shishido’s lips were just seconds before. Shishido had on this soft smile that was rarely ever seen, and Choutarou knew it was a privilege being one of the very few recipients of that smile. He grinned widely, and resumed his talk cheerfully.
After all, a kiss on the cheek from Shishido meant thank you.
e n d
LOOK, MA! Shishido's not a total sap anymore! Whoop-dee-doo! |D But now Chouta is. o_o;; Their love is fated to be sappy. It's not my fault. ;___; Really.
Comments are love, yes? ;3
Thanks for the hugs. ;_______; <3
for the 30_fluffs comm. <3
Title: The Language of Shishido
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Rating: PG-13 or T
Word Count: 1650+
Pairing: ShishiTori, Silver Pair
Theme: #19, language ; translation
Challenge: Time
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not and never will belong to me.
Summary: Their teammates have always wondered just how Choutarou could stand his temperamental partner whose moodswings could beat even the worst periods of a woman, but it was just that Choutarou understood his sempai's actions more than anyone ever could.
t h e l a n g u a g e o f s h i s h i d o
Choutarou’s phone started ringing, the soft melody reaching his ears as he sped through the street, breath puffing. As he made a right turn, he fumbled shakily for his jacket pocket which was jumping up and down with his quickened steps. His phone stopped ringing. A few seconds later, the phone fell down on the pavement with a sound that would have made Choutarou wince, had he not been beside his fallen phone, resisting the urge to whimper as his behind met the hard floor.
He ignored all that, taking his phone and standing up swiftly, asking the female high school student that he had bumped into if she was alright. Once her amused but apologetic affirmation reached his ears, he was back to running.
As he looked at the record of the missed calls in his phone, there was one name at the top that made him run faster than he already was. After all, it wouldn’t do to keep his sempai waiting, for a missed call from Shishido meant where are you?.
They were supposed to meet up thirty minutes ago for a movie that - Choutarou thought mournfully - had probably already started by now. They didn’t have school today, because their principal had declared it a holiday. Their principal liked making holidays up, although Shishido told him that it was just an excuse to get away from paperwork since today was the man’s birthday.
He should have known better to take the bus at this hour. It was the time that high school students from that nearby all-girls school were dismissed from class - around 3 PM - and most of them took the bus home. By the time Choutarou had arrived at the bus stop, the doors to the vehicle were already closing.
He had sat down, thinking that the next bus should be here soon. Fifteen minutes passed, and he found himself tapping his foot impatiently, but still no bus in sight. He stood up, thinking he could just walk, when he saw an elderly lady that was shaking so much Choutarou was amazed she could still stand trying to cross the street on her wobbly knees. It called to Choutarou’s inner Boy Scout, even if he had never joined it.
Helping someone who’s shaking harder than Gakuto after being attacked by an army of colorful frogs was something that Choutarou thought was easy, although that was probably wishful thinking on his part. No matter. The little peck on the cheek she gave him afterwards and the toothless smile on her face made it better.
As soon as she was out of sight, he ran for his life. He was late.
As he rounded the corner, his phone started ringing again. The melody ended as soon as it started. Choutarou ran faster. A second missed call from Shishido meant where are you?!. Yes, with an exclamation point.
One more corner to go. That’s right, Choutarou. Just a few more steps and you’ll see Shishido and there’ll be no chances for a third missed call which will have two exclamation points. Just one more ste - “Oof!” Ouch.
Choutarou gently pressed on his nose, wincing and groaning, hoping that it didn’t look red. He turned red as soon as he realized that people were staring at him, and gave the light post one last glare before resuming his run. Oh, well. At least Shishido was too busy grumpily staring at his phone to see his nose being flattened. He wished it didn’t look as bad as it felt.
“Shishido-san!” He huffed, the run now taking its toll on his legs now that he had a chance to think about just how far he had ran.
Shishido’s head whipped up, and he walked towards him, a scowl on his face. “Where the hell have you -“ he paused, “What happened to your nose?”
Choutarou winced. “Erm. Nothing. It’ll go away soon.”
Shishido raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head, resuming his scowl, “The movie’s started fifteen minutes ago.”
Choutarou winced again. “Sorry.” He mumbled, bowing a bit in apology.
It was Shishido’s turn to wince. He had been making so much progress trying to stop the boy from being too polite or formal with him, and now that he was succeeding, he had to go and do something that made Choutarou shrivel back in his shell again. He looked away, muttering under his breath, “It doesn’t matter. The movie’s boring anyway. Let’s go get some burgers.”
Choutarou nodded mutely, still too guilty to say anything. Before he could get to take one step though, he was surprised to feel Shishido’s hand slip in his and clasp it firmly. Shishido pulled him away from the bustling crowds, the lower half of his face buried behind his scarf, although Choutarou could clearly see the redness of his sempai’s ears.
Smiling, he simply followed silently.
Taking his hand without care that they were in the middle of the city in broad daylight where everyone could see meant sorry when it came from Shishido. Their teammates have always wondered just how Choutarou could stand his temperamental partner who had the tendency to just suddenly blow up, and this was one of the reasons why.
They had sat down by the window at the fast food joint, with Shishido saving them a seat and Choutarou ordering. Five minutes in the wait, Shishido realized that he forgot to tell the other that he didn’t want cucumbers in his Jumbo burger. As he turned his head though, he was surprised to see Choutarou already walking towards the table with their food.
He paused, before saying, “Did you -“
Choutarou smiled, “No cucumbers.”
Shishido shut up. Once the food was already in front of them and the tray was put away, Shishido opened his mouth again.
Choutarou handed him two more packets of ketchup. “Extra ketchup.” He supplied, grinning. As he raised the burger to his mouth, his lips formed a smile around his food as he watched Shishido take the fries from his plate and put it on his. Shishido shrugged it off saying that he didn’t like fries, but Choutarou knew better.
He wouldn’t really say it meant thank you. Shishido had another, more appropriate action for that. Transferring of fries sort of meant like… good job? Something along those lines.
As they finished their food, Choutarou looked up, opening his mouth, but he was surprised to see Shishido already standing up, smirking, “Ice cream, right?”
Choutarou grinned. There was this ice cream shop that they almost always went to whenever they went out together, because this old man who runs the shop always greeted them with a smile whenever they’d come in. Besides, the ice cream there was to die for, and the old man always gave them discounts, although Shishido found him irritating most of the time because of his habit to tease them about being too close to each other. Choutarou just smiled sheepishly at those jokes. If only he knew.
Like always, the old man’s eyes lit up as they entered, smile big and wide and double chin bouncing as he sat up abruptly from his seat. “Ah, boys!” he greeted. Choutarou smiled and bowed, greeting back before going to the back to get a table.
As he sat, he could hear Shishido’s voice from the counter. The old man’s voice boomed throughout the shop. “The usual, eh?” Once the ice cream was ready, Choutarou watched expectantly as the old man’s grin grew wider, and more lecherous. That is, as lecherous as a jolly-looking and chipper old man’s grin could be.
Shishido cut him off, turning red, already knowing what was coming next. “Shut up, gramps.”
The old man laughed the kind of laugh that would have instantly made the store’s atmosphere lighter if it hadn’t already been light to begin with. The only thing that it needed now were sunflowers and daisies and rainbow unicorns. “Still feisty, eh, Ryou?” he craned his head, “Hey, Chouta! Is he as fiery outside as he is in bed?”
Apparently, he had no problems whatsoever calling them by their first name, even if Shishido had adamantly refused him permission to do so. His refusal fell on deaf ears.
Choutarou’s cheeks flamed, biting back a squeak as the old man’s jolly laughter boomed throughout the shop yet again. The other customers, mostly female students, were giggling in their seats. Shishido scowled, taking their ice cream and grumbling under his breath throughout the whole trip towards their table.
What was good about the location of their table at the back was that they weren’t in easy view from the old man’s perverted grin. Although Choutarou didn’t really mind, but sometimes, his jokes somehow became more graphic than the last.
Ice cream with Shishido always felt nice. They talked non-stop, jumping from one random subject to another. As Choutarou took a small lick from his ice cream, he noticed a small spot of cookies and cream ice cream on his sempai’s cheek. Shishido’s elbows were on the table, and he was leaning forward, listening intently to what Choutarou was saying about the greatness of rubber duckies. If Choutarou just leaned forward a bit, he could lick that ice cream off.
He stopped his speech, and did so.
Shishido stared.
Slowly, Choutarou turned red, the meaning of his actions just sinking in. He coughed, mumbling, “You had ice cream on your chin.” He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head, “Right. Uhm. What was I saying again?”
Shishido’s reply to him was a kiss on the cheek.
Choutarou swallowed, fingers rising unconsciously to touch the spot on his face where Shishido’s lips were just seconds before. Shishido had on this soft smile that was rarely ever seen, and Choutarou knew it was a privilege being one of the very few recipients of that smile. He grinned widely, and resumed his talk cheerfully.
After all, a kiss on the cheek from Shishido meant thank you.
e n d
LOOK, MA! Shishido's not a total sap anymore! Whoop-dee-doo! |D But now Chouta is. o_o;; Their love is fated to be sappy. It's not my fault. ;___; Really.
Comments are love, yes? ;3