Various Drabbles
Five drabbles. Enjoy!
Title: Untitled Drabble #5
Author: Ai Ling
Rating: Gen
Characters/situation: Tezuka/Niou
Warning: um ... Tezuka being Tezuka?
Disclaimer: Konomi Takeshi's. I just like to play. :)
Insipration: drabble request ("Tezuka/Niou, please XD; it can be crack, pairing, non-pairing, or whatever you're comfortable with" for sephtastic_sama)
Niou grinned. Oh, this was fate. Tezuka Kunimitsu, napping on the train, _vulnerable_. He'd always wanted to see for himself if those glasses were prescription or an affectation like Hyoutei's Oshitari's. Looking around quickly, Niou reached out to take Tezuka's spectacles.
"If you touch that, you'll be running laps until you graduate." The words and Tezuka's tone of voice was so Sanada/Yukimura/Yanagi/ohdearlordtheheadmaster that Niou actually froze, reconsidered, and retracted his hand.
"Sorry, Tezuka-kun," Niou chuckled and grinned, his face cheeky and unrepentant. "Just wanted to check."
Tezuka opened his eyes and leveled a look at Niou. Niou was suddenly struck with an urge to cry and beg for forgiveness and say I'm-sorry-and-I'll-never-do-that-again. With great difficulty, he restrained himself, and grimaced, muttering a real apology. "I said I was sorry."
"Hn." Tezuka gave him another look that said you-should-be-ashamed and closed his eyes, settling back against the plastic seat once more.
Niou took a deep breath. Man, Tezuka was scarier than Yagyuu when Yagyuu found out Niou had glued weights to his golf clubs and completely unbalanced them. At the next stop, Niou got off the train, even though it wasn't his stop. Better to put a train or two between himself and the Seigaku captain, he thought. Just to be safe.
Title: Untitled Drabble #6
Author: Ai Ling
Rating: Gen
Characters/situation: Shishido/Mukahi (implied ShishiTori, implied OshiGaku, implied AtoJi)
Warning: none
Disclaimer: Konomi Takeshi's. I just like to play. :)
Insipration: drabble request ("Shishido/Mukahi, laughter" for tokkitsu)
Jirou giggled in his sleep. "... tee-hee ... stop, Atobe, that tickles ... tee-hee ..."
Shishido looked up from towelling his hair and glanced at Jirou, then at Mukahi, the only other occupant of the clubhouse. Mukahi looked back with a "What, I don't know anything" scowl. With a sigh, Shishido shook his head. "I don't think I want to know what dream Jirou's having."
"Merry Christmas, Shishido-san! Ho, ho, ho!" Ohtori's voice sounded close, and yet far away ... Mukahi hadn't realized the silver-haired kouhai was in the room, and he looked around ... but wait, Ohtori _wasn't_ there.
"Shishido, did you just hea--" Mukahi stopped in mid-sentence as Shishido picked up his cellphone and flipped it open. "Choutarou? Ah, yeah, I'm about to leave. I'll see you outside the school gates in ten minutes, okay?"
As soon as Shishido had hung up, Mukahi burst into laughter. "Oh my. Ohtori-kun gave you a Christmas ringtone of his voice ... that's so cute, I think I'm getting a toothache!"
Shishido glared at Mukahi. "Shut up, Mukahi. I'm not the only one with a romantic partner," he commented pointedly.
Mukahi was about to say something else when Oshitari's voice filled the air. "Jing-a-ling, are you listening? Sleighbells rin--" which was cut off abruptly as Mukahi answered his cellphone, face beet-red. "What do you want, Yuushi? You really do have horrible timing." The obviously-pissed off redhead was about to launch into a tirade when his face changed, apparently in response to something Hyoutei's tensai had said. He glared at Shishido, but the heat had gone out of it.
Shishido grinned at Mukahi, motioning that he was leaving. As he walked along, he grinned. Ohtori was going to get a kick out of this one.
Title: Untitled Drabble #7
Author: Ai Ling
Rating: Gen
Characters: Fuji Shuusuke/Fuji Yuuta (implied Mizuki/Yuuta)
Warning: none
Disclaimer: Konomi Takeshi's. I just like to play. :)
Insipration: drabble request ("Fujicest, with a keyword of curtains" for vanillafire)
Fuji Yuuta had been eying the present under the tree with not a small bit of anticipation. It was rather a large present, shaped like a square box. The card on it said, "Merry Christmas Yuuta" in big red lettering, and his brother had put "S.F" in the bottom right corner. Earlier, he'd picked it up and shook it gently, but although there was some nice heft to it, he couldn't hear anything but a bit of shifting around.
Yuuta had been wondering all night what it could be. So when Yumiko, the Santa this year, put on her red felt hat, Yuuta was the first to sit by the tree.
After his parents had opened their presents and Yumiko hers, Yuuta watched his brother thank his parents for their present (a new tennis bag--Yuuta didn't think his aniki needed another) and Yumiko (she'd made him wasabi cookies, a whole tinful), then open his. As Fuji unwrapped the box (it had a big THIS SIDE UP and an arrow on it) he wondered aloud what was inside.
"A cactus!" Fuji smiled, and Yuuta wondered why his brother could always look so surprised and happy, even though Yuuta had given him a cactus every year for Christmas for the past three years. He watched his brother go upstairs to put it in his room (Yuuta knew it was going on the windowsill--all his brother's new cactii spent at least a day on the sill when they first arrived) and waited until he came down again.
Then it was Yuuta's turn. He thanked his parents (a new bicycle) and Yumiko (homemade chocolates) for their presents, and then--FINALLY!--it was down to the last one.
Yuuta examined the box for clues, and shook it experimentally again. Didn't hurt to try once more. He heard a bit of shifting, and shook it harder, but although he felt some movement from inside, he couldn't hear any rattles or bumps that might give away the present. It must be something soft, Yuuta decided.
"Aniki?"
"Yes, Yuuta?"
"You didn't get me another stuffed bear this year, did you?"
Fuji Shuusuke smiled. "Nope."
Well, that was that. Yuuta pulled off the wrapping paper, but was faced with a plain cardboard box, taped shut. He pulled out his keys and broke the seal eagerly, reaching inside only to find ...
"Aniki?"
"Yes, Yuuta?"
"Why did you get me cactus-patterned curtains?"
"Don't you like cactus too? You get me one every year."
Yuuta sighed. Next year, he swore to himself, he was buying his brother a book instead. Then he noticed something else.
"Aniki?"
"Yes, Yuuta?"
"Why are the cactii purple?"
Title: Untitled Drabble #8
Author: Ai Ling
Rating:
Characters: Kabaji/Atobe
Warning: none
Disclaimer: Konomi Takeshi's. I just like to play. :)
Insipration: drabble request ("Kabaji/Atobe. (No, seriously ^^;)" for histoirede) Written in a seven-point list, because it's supposed to only be drabble-length (which I take to be 1/3 fic length). :)
1. Whether or not to unveil the new tennis move he's perfected that no one else has ever seen, not even Atobe. On the one hand, he's perfected the technique of copying everything his opponents do. On the other hand, it would be worth it just to see and hear the looks on everyone's faces.
2. What Reiko-san, who sat two rows in front of him, would say if she ever found out he had filled an entire notebook with poetry inspired by her.
3. How much Kawamura from Seigaku can bench-press. It's not motivated by any sense of rivalry, oh, no. Just curiousity, that's all. (Kabaji can almost hear Atobe say, "Na, Kabaji?")
4. What Atobe would say if Kabaji told him he didn't want to play tennis anymore and was instead going to dedicate himself to the Japanese literature club. (Hiyoshi might be glad, since he was the obvious choice for a slot in the three singles.)
5. Whether people would blame him if he dropped Jirou one day because Atobe told him to, and Jirou broke a bone.
6. What Atobe's mouth tastes like. Kabaji would ask Jirou, but the right time hasn't come up yet.
7. What would happen if one day, the answer to Atobe's "Na, Kabaji?" was a "No, not really."
Title: Untitled Drabble #9
Author: Ai Ling
Rating: Um, PG-13 for suggestion, I suppose.
Characters: Atobe/Oshitari
Warning: ... Alice in Wonderland crack ... blame the words "tea party".
Disclaimer: Konomi Takeshi's. I just like to play. :)
Insipration: drabble request ("Atobe/Oshitari (tea party and tango dancing)" for aoiryuu)
"You have bets at tango dancing class?" Shishido asked Atobe in disbelief. "Waitaminute. Suzuki, as in, captain of the fencing team Suzuki?"
The Atobe heir shrugged. "Suzuki and I had a little wager riding on the last inter-dance club competition. I wouldn't have taken the bet if I'd known Suzuki had been taking tango lessons in private. He was absolutely horrendous last season. But, since I've already given my word, it doesn't matter any more if the bet was ... perhaps a little hasty and based on incomplete information."
"And why," Oshitari asked again, exasperated, "are we doing this?"
Atobe gave him a look. "Because ore-sama never backs down from a promise, even if it means that the tennis club will perform Alice in Wonderland's Tea Party for the school festival." The Hyoutei buchou checked his reflection in the mirror again. "Besides, ore-sama looks good in a tux. The Mad Hatter never looked better." Shishido glared daggers at his captain, pushing aside the floppy ears of the March Hare with a snarl as they flopped into his eyes once more.
Oshitari tried again. "It's your promise, Atobe. I don't remember promising anyone anything like--" he tugged at the light blue sleeve of his clothing and the yellow wig on his head "--this."
Gakuto groaned. "Yuushi, that wig took ages to pin. Stop touching it." He could feel Gakuto's hands, and another set--"Jirou, come help me hold this in place while I re-pin it again"--and he sighed, resigning himself to the reality of things. Shishido was in a corner sulking--"No, Shishido-senpai, you don't look stupid, those rabbit-ears are actually kind of cute"--and Jirou's Dormouse tail, which seemed to have a mind of its own, swished in and out of the periphery of Oshitari's vision.
"Atobe--" Oshitari was about to say something when Atobe shushed him by placing his fingers on Oshitari's mouth. Oshitari contemplated biting them, but decided Atobe in a hissy-fit wasn't something he could deal with right now. He licked the fingers instead, and Atobe raised his eyebrows, removing the fingers.
"But Atobe," Oshitari finally said, unable to hold it in much longer, "even if the tennis club is doing this because you said so, WHY am I Alice?"
"Because," Atobe explained patiently, "You agreed to it in return for being seme last weekend."
Gakuto dropped the pin cushion he was holding, and Jirou's glued-on whiskers drooped. Oshitari shook his head, hiding his face in his hands, and this time, Gakuto didn't even complain about his wig slipping off.
:) Comments/critique welcome!
Title: Untitled Drabble #5
Author: Ai Ling
Rating: Gen
Characters/situation: Tezuka/Niou
Warning: um ... Tezuka being Tezuka?
Disclaimer: Konomi Takeshi's. I just like to play. :)
Insipration: drabble request ("Tezuka/Niou, please XD; it can be crack, pairing, non-pairing, or whatever you're comfortable with" for sephtastic_sama)
Niou grinned. Oh, this was fate. Tezuka Kunimitsu, napping on the train, _vulnerable_. He'd always wanted to see for himself if those glasses were prescription or an affectation like Hyoutei's Oshitari's. Looking around quickly, Niou reached out to take Tezuka's spectacles.
"If you touch that, you'll be running laps until you graduate." The words and Tezuka's tone of voice was so Sanada/Yukimura/Yanagi/ohdearlordtheheadmaster that Niou actually froze, reconsidered, and retracted his hand.
"Sorry, Tezuka-kun," Niou chuckled and grinned, his face cheeky and unrepentant. "Just wanted to check."
Tezuka opened his eyes and leveled a look at Niou. Niou was suddenly struck with an urge to cry and beg for forgiveness and say I'm-sorry-and-I'll-never-do-that-again. With great difficulty, he restrained himself, and grimaced, muttering a real apology. "I said I was sorry."
"Hn." Tezuka gave him another look that said you-should-be-ashamed and closed his eyes, settling back against the plastic seat once more.
Niou took a deep breath. Man, Tezuka was scarier than Yagyuu when Yagyuu found out Niou had glued weights to his golf clubs and completely unbalanced them. At the next stop, Niou got off the train, even though it wasn't his stop. Better to put a train or two between himself and the Seigaku captain, he thought. Just to be safe.
Title: Untitled Drabble #6
Author: Ai Ling
Rating: Gen
Characters/situation: Shishido/Mukahi (implied ShishiTori, implied OshiGaku, implied AtoJi)
Warning: none
Disclaimer: Konomi Takeshi's. I just like to play. :)
Insipration: drabble request ("Shishido/Mukahi, laughter" for tokkitsu)
Jirou giggled in his sleep. "... tee-hee ... stop, Atobe, that tickles ... tee-hee ..."
Shishido looked up from towelling his hair and glanced at Jirou, then at Mukahi, the only other occupant of the clubhouse. Mukahi looked back with a "What, I don't know anything" scowl. With a sigh, Shishido shook his head. "I don't think I want to know what dream Jirou's having."
"Merry Christmas, Shishido-san! Ho, ho, ho!" Ohtori's voice sounded close, and yet far away ... Mukahi hadn't realized the silver-haired kouhai was in the room, and he looked around ... but wait, Ohtori _wasn't_ there.
"Shishido, did you just hea--" Mukahi stopped in mid-sentence as Shishido picked up his cellphone and flipped it open. "Choutarou? Ah, yeah, I'm about to leave. I'll see you outside the school gates in ten minutes, okay?"
As soon as Shishido had hung up, Mukahi burst into laughter. "Oh my. Ohtori-kun gave you a Christmas ringtone of his voice ... that's so cute, I think I'm getting a toothache!"
Shishido glared at Mukahi. "Shut up, Mukahi. I'm not the only one with a romantic partner," he commented pointedly.
Mukahi was about to say something else when Oshitari's voice filled the air. "Jing-a-ling, are you listening? Sleighbells rin--" which was cut off abruptly as Mukahi answered his cellphone, face beet-red. "What do you want, Yuushi? You really do have horrible timing." The obviously-pissed off redhead was about to launch into a tirade when his face changed, apparently in response to something Hyoutei's tensai had said. He glared at Shishido, but the heat had gone out of it.
Shishido grinned at Mukahi, motioning that he was leaving. As he walked along, he grinned. Ohtori was going to get a kick out of this one.
Title: Untitled Drabble #7
Author: Ai Ling
Rating: Gen
Characters: Fuji Shuusuke/Fuji Yuuta (implied Mizuki/Yuuta)
Warning: none
Disclaimer: Konomi Takeshi's. I just like to play. :)
Insipration: drabble request ("Fujicest, with a keyword of curtains" for vanillafire)
Fuji Yuuta had been eying the present under the tree with not a small bit of anticipation. It was rather a large present, shaped like a square box. The card on it said, "Merry Christmas Yuuta" in big red lettering, and his brother had put "S.F" in the bottom right corner. Earlier, he'd picked it up and shook it gently, but although there was some nice heft to it, he couldn't hear anything but a bit of shifting around.
Yuuta had been wondering all night what it could be. So when Yumiko, the Santa this year, put on her red felt hat, Yuuta was the first to sit by the tree.
After his parents had opened their presents and Yumiko hers, Yuuta watched his brother thank his parents for their present (a new tennis bag--Yuuta didn't think his aniki needed another) and Yumiko (she'd made him wasabi cookies, a whole tinful), then open his. As Fuji unwrapped the box (it had a big THIS SIDE UP and an arrow on it) he wondered aloud what was inside.
"A cactus!" Fuji smiled, and Yuuta wondered why his brother could always look so surprised and happy, even though Yuuta had given him a cactus every year for Christmas for the past three years. He watched his brother go upstairs to put it in his room (Yuuta knew it was going on the windowsill--all his brother's new cactii spent at least a day on the sill when they first arrived) and waited until he came down again.
Then it was Yuuta's turn. He thanked his parents (a new bicycle) and Yumiko (homemade chocolates) for their presents, and then--FINALLY!--it was down to the last one.
Yuuta examined the box for clues, and shook it experimentally again. Didn't hurt to try once more. He heard a bit of shifting, and shook it harder, but although he felt some movement from inside, he couldn't hear any rattles or bumps that might give away the present. It must be something soft, Yuuta decided.
"Aniki?"
"Yes, Yuuta?"
"You didn't get me another stuffed bear this year, did you?"
Fuji Shuusuke smiled. "Nope."
Well, that was that. Yuuta pulled off the wrapping paper, but was faced with a plain cardboard box, taped shut. He pulled out his keys and broke the seal eagerly, reaching inside only to find ...
"Aniki?"
"Yes, Yuuta?"
"Why did you get me cactus-patterned curtains?"
"Don't you like cactus too? You get me one every year."
Yuuta sighed. Next year, he swore to himself, he was buying his brother a book instead. Then he noticed something else.
"Aniki?"
"Yes, Yuuta?"
"Why are the cactii purple?"
Title: Untitled Drabble #8
Author: Ai Ling
Rating:
Characters: Kabaji/Atobe
Warning: none
Disclaimer: Konomi Takeshi's. I just like to play. :)
Insipration: drabble request ("Kabaji/Atobe. (No, seriously ^^;)" for histoirede) Written in a seven-point list, because it's supposed to only be drabble-length (which I take to be 1/3 fic length). :)
1. Whether or not to unveil the new tennis move he's perfected that no one else has ever seen, not even Atobe. On the one hand, he's perfected the technique of copying everything his opponents do. On the other hand, it would be worth it just to see and hear the looks on everyone's faces.
2. What Reiko-san, who sat two rows in front of him, would say if she ever found out he had filled an entire notebook with poetry inspired by her.
3. How much Kawamura from Seigaku can bench-press. It's not motivated by any sense of rivalry, oh, no. Just curiousity, that's all. (Kabaji can almost hear Atobe say, "Na, Kabaji?")
4. What Atobe would say if Kabaji told him he didn't want to play tennis anymore and was instead going to dedicate himself to the Japanese literature club. (Hiyoshi might be glad, since he was the obvious choice for a slot in the three singles.)
5. Whether people would blame him if he dropped Jirou one day because Atobe told him to, and Jirou broke a bone.
6. What Atobe's mouth tastes like. Kabaji would ask Jirou, but the right time hasn't come up yet.
7. What would happen if one day, the answer to Atobe's "Na, Kabaji?" was a "No, not really."
Title: Untitled Drabble #9
Author: Ai Ling
Rating: Um, PG-13 for suggestion, I suppose.
Characters: Atobe/Oshitari
Warning: ... Alice in Wonderland crack ... blame the words "tea party".
Disclaimer: Konomi Takeshi's. I just like to play. :)
Insipration: drabble request ("Atobe/Oshitari (tea party and tango dancing)" for aoiryuu)
"You have bets at tango dancing class?" Shishido asked Atobe in disbelief. "Waitaminute. Suzuki, as in, captain of the fencing team Suzuki?"
The Atobe heir shrugged. "Suzuki and I had a little wager riding on the last inter-dance club competition. I wouldn't have taken the bet if I'd known Suzuki had been taking tango lessons in private. He was absolutely horrendous last season. But, since I've already given my word, it doesn't matter any more if the bet was ... perhaps a little hasty and based on incomplete information."
"And why," Oshitari asked again, exasperated, "are we doing this?"
Atobe gave him a look. "Because ore-sama never backs down from a promise, even if it means that the tennis club will perform Alice in Wonderland's Tea Party for the school festival." The Hyoutei buchou checked his reflection in the mirror again. "Besides, ore-sama looks good in a tux. The Mad Hatter never looked better." Shishido glared daggers at his captain, pushing aside the floppy ears of the March Hare with a snarl as they flopped into his eyes once more.
Oshitari tried again. "It's your promise, Atobe. I don't remember promising anyone anything like--" he tugged at the light blue sleeve of his clothing and the yellow wig on his head "--this."
Gakuto groaned. "Yuushi, that wig took ages to pin. Stop touching it." He could feel Gakuto's hands, and another set--"Jirou, come help me hold this in place while I re-pin it again"--and he sighed, resigning himself to the reality of things. Shishido was in a corner sulking--"No, Shishido-senpai, you don't look stupid, those rabbit-ears are actually kind of cute"--and Jirou's Dormouse tail, which seemed to have a mind of its own, swished in and out of the periphery of Oshitari's vision.
"Atobe--" Oshitari was about to say something when Atobe shushed him by placing his fingers on Oshitari's mouth. Oshitari contemplated biting them, but decided Atobe in a hissy-fit wasn't something he could deal with right now. He licked the fingers instead, and Atobe raised his eyebrows, removing the fingers.
"But Atobe," Oshitari finally said, unable to hold it in much longer, "even if the tennis club is doing this because you said so, WHY am I Alice?"
"Because," Atobe explained patiently, "You agreed to it in return for being seme last weekend."
Gakuto dropped the pin cushion he was holding, and Jirou's glued-on whiskers drooped. Oshitari shook his head, hiding his face in his hands, and this time, Gakuto didn't even complain about his wig slipping off.
:) Comments/critique welcome!