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I disclaim everything, except for the few characters I created for my own perverse pleasure. :D
(Although I am trying to kidnap Ryoma...but it's not working, sadly)
Notes on said story:
I don't intend to pull this into a whole story, just little snippets of what might happen after everything. If Ryoma was in college, if Atobe inherited his wealth, if Tezuka became pro... there's a lot of possibilities and most of them end in angst but the thing is, they all still stand up and move on. :D That's what I'm trying to write and what I'm trying to...express and I try to put them all in character.
On character: Kento Yuuya is one of my original characters, and one of my favorites. :D
He’s a second year when Ryoma is in third, and he looks up to Ryoma a lot, maybe like Ryoma did with Tezuka, except Yuuya is more cheerful and bratty. Ryoma can’t do doubles for life but he can make an exception with Yuuya( that story would soon come up soon as to why :D)—which very much pisses Atobe off (cause in Hyotei, strangely enough, their doubles partners are a match made in heaven :D Look at the Silver Pair lol)
Yuuya is going to be a regular occurrence, so don’t hate him too much, ne?
On Updates: Updates shouldn't be a worry for a while, since I have about two notebooks of these scribbles before I decided to post them :)
Headache
Ryoma sighed and rubbed his temples as Horio boasted loudly to the freshmen standing near him on how he became a regular. It wouldn't have bothered Ryoma that much, since Horio had improved compared to the loud-mouthed freshman he was two years ago but he still was mada mada dane and he was nothing, nothing compared to other tennis players that he challenged himself. It wasn't helping that he had a terrible headache from the stupid cold he had, probably caught because his stupid father forgot to close the stupid windows at night, since it was summer.
No matter. Someone was still going to pay dearly if someone doesn't shut up soon.
Luckily, his vice-captain seemed to comprehend Ryoma's bad mood, because he shouted, "Horio! Get in Court C and stop talking!" after he gave a worried glance at Ryoma. Ryoma shook his head, indicating that he was all right, instead jerking his finger irritatedly towards the squealing fangirls that were crowding around the fence to see a glimpse of Ryoma , with that Tomoka girl in the lead.
Kachiro gave a small smile in return and shrugged―there was nothing he could do about that, and Ryoma sighed again, this time choosing to enter the courts himself, because really, the regulars' playstyles were becoming pathetic and they still had the semi-semi-finals to win.
Almost at once, the regulars got rigid when Ryoma entered the court, perhaps, like Kachiro, knowing their captain was in a foul mood. Only his no-so-quite-doubles partner and his so-called favorite koukai, Yuuya smiled at him when he addressed his orders to line up to hit some balls. Horio, as usual, did fine , but his loud explanations were not improving his worsening headache.
He narrowed his eyes at Horio before nodding slightly to Yuuya to warm-up for the doubles training, and Yuuya beamed in reply, grabbing his towel and following Ryoma's pace. Yuuya had great admiration for his captain , Ryoma knew, almost like he had with Tezuka , and although Ryoma usually hated attention others were giving him , he could admit liking this cheerful second year― or at least admit that Yuuya was the only person he would play doubles willingly with.
He groaned a little as he headed towards the fountain to wash up―Yuuya was right next to him and he shot a worried glance at Ryoma while he was splashing water on his face. " Echizen-buchou, are you all right?," Yuuya ventured out cautiously, because he too, knew how Ryoma could get downright nasty at times when he was irritated. That didn't happen often, but when it did, it was something that should be avoided as quickly as possible.
Ryoma just shook his head again, like he did with Kachiro, only that he knew Yuuya would see through it but would wisely refrain from commenting. Instead he just gave one of his rare flicker of smiles at Yuuya and nodded to one of the empty courts. Yuuya smiled and nodded again, handing Ryoma a spare towel he grabbed along with his own.
" Oi, isn't that a Hyotei uniform?"
"...Isn't that a high school uniform?"
"..........Isn't that ATOBE-SAN?!"
Oh, hell.
Ryoma scowled deeply again, more irritated by the fact Horio had to scream loud enough for every person on the tennis courts to hear.
"Who is Atobe-san, Horio-senpai?"
One of Horio's not-so-quite-admirer-koukais. Thirty laps.
"He's..he's..ahem, he's one of the best tennis players apart from our former captain―he's the one who's going to be the Hyotei captain next year when we third year would go into high school! He's a high ranked player, strong enough to defeat Tezuka―"
Make that fifty.
Ryoma threw the towel to Yuuya , who just caught it wordlessly and eyeing Horio warily while Horio ranted on and on about how much he knew about Atobe, and Atobe was leaning against the fence, looking amused as the fangirls looked at him with glazed eyes (except for Tomoka, who never liked Atobe and Sakuno, who never was good with boys ). Ryoma seethed and marched over to where Horio was standing.
"Horio."
Almost immediately all the freshmen scattered around the previous courts they were in and Horio frowned at Ryoma and crossed his arms. " I was just getting to the good part―"
"Seventy laps."
The club members gasped. Even Atobe raised an eyebrow. Ryoma ignored him, since he couldn't give him any laps, although he was tempted to.
"You can't be serious! Not in this heat―"Horio soon fell silent when Ryoma glared at him. Even Horio knew when Ryoma was giving his glare that meant trouble and he wisely took off to start running. Kachiro sighed and muttered " I knew it." before ordering the freshmen to resume practice.
Ryoma whirled around to where Yuuya was standing, who was looking as if he was trying not to laugh ( although what was funny, Ryoma didn't know) when Atobe drawled out ," Really Echizen, don't you think that's a bit harsh? After all, your teammate merely wanted to inform your koukais of the danger that's in store for them in Hyotei."
" Yes I'm sure, " Ryoma muttered, raking his fingers over his hair. " Don't high school tennis teams have better things to do then lurk around in junior high courts?" Then , before Atobe could answer, Ryoma commanded in a louder voice, " Yuuya! Court A―we're going to practice the new doubles formation that I spoke to you yesterday!"
Yuuya nodded and headed off to the empty court. Ryoma followed suit, cursing the goddamn headache that was threatening to make him scream or faint or do something very un-Echizen like. Atobe just glared at his way, but he was sure the glare was directed at Yuuya― Atobe never really liked the bouncy regular who was always with him. Ryoma rolled his eyes as he gestured to Kachiro to take position. Kachiro gave a thumbs up and followed with his golden pair in tow. Katsou looked warily at Ryoma before sneaking a glance at Atobe, who was still glaring at Yuuya.
" Ryoma-kun, shouldn't you tell Atobe-san to...er...wait for a bit longer since there's an hour more of practice ?," he said cautiously, gripping his racket tightly to aim the serve Ryoma would soon throw in his way.
"No, " Ryoma said shortly; he gripped the tennis ball tighter and willed the ache to stop throbbing his head so damn painfully. " Yuuya, position."
"Yes, Ryoma-senpai." Yuuya gave him a mock salute, completely unaware of Atobe's death glare heading towards him. Ryoma had to crack a smile at that and shook his head, before throwing the ball high in the air and--served.
As Kachiro dived to hit the ball Yuuya went quickly forward and moved up to the front of the net. Kachiro returned the ball hard, but Yuuya retrieved it, using his volley skills while Ryoma backed up for―
"Echizen , watch out!!"
Horio again. Wasn't he suppose to run laps right now?
WHAM.
Something hit Ryoma on the back of his head, hard, and Ryoma went sprawling forward, his head in a triple pain then it was before. A tennis ball rolled innocently in front of him, the object of his attack.
Just kill me now.
"Ah..haha....Echizen..." Horio looked afraid as he edged nearer to the outer side of the fence he was currently playing, while Yuuya ran up to Ryoma looking worried.
"Senpai! Are you all right?!" He reached out to touch Ryoma's head, but Ryoma saw it being slapped away as a cool voice retorted, " I think I can take care of that. "
Yuuya looked confused, thinking what he did wrong, as he stammered, "Ah..of course." and went to pick up Ryoma's racket instead, which had flown out of his hands when the ball hit him.
Ryoma could feel Atobe's hand gently caressing his head for any bumps, and Ryoma had to let out a groan at that, because of his stupid, stupid headache. Atobe peered into Ryoma's eyes. "Echizen?"
"'M Fine." Ryoma mimicked Atobe's earlier gesture, slapping the hand away as Horio himself entered the court looking as if he was about to walk into his grave ( someone must have informed him about Ryoma's bad mood). "Well, you see , Echizen―"
Ryoma sighed and stood up, accepting his racket from Yuuya and rubbing his temples. " I thought I told you to run laps. "
" A freshman wanted to see how I served!" Horio protested loudly; Ryoma winced.
" And I was going to run laps after but--"
" RYOMA-SAMA! Are you all right?!" The throbbing turned into pounding. Ryoma balled up his fists. Yuuya edged away from him slowly, having once seen this side of Ryoma when he was visiting his house. Atobe just looked annoyed ( because Ryoma slapped away his hand) but Ryoma paid no heed as he tried to breathe in, breathe out.
Luckily, it was Kachiro who knew Ryoma was just at the edge of his patience and yelled, " Horio! If you keep that up, I'm going to dismiss you from the Rikkai line-ups tomorrow!"
Horio turned around to protest, but Ryoma cut in, gritting his teeth, " If you still keep it up, I'm disqualifying you from the Regulars. Now, Go. Do. Your. Laps."
The glare Ryoma was emitting could kill, and Horio yelped , " Yes, captain!" before running off for his safety.
Kachiro looked at him hesitantly before saying what he wanted to say since the beginning of practice, " Ryoma-kun, you should go home early. You look very...sick. I'll take care of the team, you just…rest, ne?"
"Yes Echizen, let's go, " Atobe crossed his arms as he secured a grip on Ryoma's wrist. Ryoma scowled but Atobe wouldn't let go. Jealous bastard. "Che. Fine." Ryoma muttered, pleased that he wouldn't have to face Horio craziness till tomorrow. Hopefully by then he would have recovered enough to resume his stoic face.
He turned to Yuuya. " Doubles one. Be sure to practice."
Yuuya cocked his head to one side and smiled cheekily in reply. Atobe's grip became tighter and he huffed a little as he guided Ryoma out of the courts. " I still don't like your doubles partner, " he muttered so that only Ryoma could hear. Ryoma shrugged and tried to free himself but Atobe held on tightly, steering him into the waiting limo. " He's an okay kid. " The dull ache begin to fade just a little bit as he eased his way into the air-conditioned limo, sighing as he sank into the leather seat.
Atobe glared at Ryoma this time but he still leaned into him for a hard kiss, closing the car door behind him as the car drove off. Ryoma rolled his eyes as he obliged, threading his hands into Atobe's hair, feeling the soft locks Atobe kept so hard to groom. The cool air that surrounded him cleared his head a little, and Atobe’s tongue darting in his mouth was proving to be helpful since all he needed to concentrate on was trying to shove his own tongue in Atobe’s mouth.
Ryoma gasped a little when they fell apart, still fisting Atobe’s hair while Atobe smirked ( traces of his earlier annoyance all gone) and left soft kisses on his throat.
“Hm. “ Ryoma lets Atobe do it this time, since he was too lazy to be bothered right now, instead leaning onto Atobe for a substitute pillow.
“You smell.” Atobe murmured in his ear, but he sounds amused as he allows Ryoma to rest his head on his lap and opts to brushing his black locks out of his face.
“ Of course I do, “ Ryoma muttered back, closing his eyes, “ You just barge in when I’m having practice while trying to control some hyper teammates when I should be in my bed with some hot soup.”
“You have a fever, true. “ Atobe’s hand is cool when he splays it on Ryoma’s forehead, and Ryoma lets him do it, since nobody is watching. “ Would you like me to drop you off?”
“Urgh. No.” Ryoma scowled slightly when Atobe moved his hand to caress his check but didn’t comment on it. “My old man broke down the air conditioner yesterday.”
“ Shame. And you are going to abuse my facilities because of that.”
“Yes.”
Atobe sighed; the kind of sigh that indicated Atobe watched too many damn dramas. “ I suppose it wouldn’t be a bother.” He agreed insufferably, but Ryoma didn’t hear him as he drifted off, thinking that he might have to persuade Atobe for a back massage later on—shame that Atobe didn’t go professionally in that particular field.
àI was going to add the part where Atobe actually does the back massage, but…well that turned into a N-17 the moment I tried to picture it. :D So yeah, it ends here.
…..I think I have this Ryoma-buchou fetish. Hmm.
A story that's in future canon. They're to young to have a relationship in the proper canon anyway :D
Atobe is in High school, 2nd year. Ryoma is the Junior High tennis captain.
Hollow Victory
" Monkey King, everybody's watching," Ryoma said half-heartedly, rolling his eyes and trying to squirm away from the older boy. The eyes he was receiving when Atobe nearly toppled him to make him sit on the Hyotei dive's lap was to say, amusing, but he wasn't a fan of receiving attention when it wasn't needed, and right now it was just plain stupid.
The chanting of Hyotei had stopped, along with the cheers of Rikkai, and the court was quiet, except for the referee announcing the winner and the Nationals champion. Ryoma wasn't paying particular attention to it, mainly because he already knew the results , having seen the matches himself. His own team was standing right outside the sidelines, waiting for their captain to give them the signal of dismissal.
"I don't care, " came the muffled reply from his shoulders, warm breath ghosting along his skin. Atobe held him tighter. " You belong to me anyway."
Ryoma just shook his head and gave his team a jerk of his hand. His team nodded, still unsure of what to make of their captain sitting on Atobe Keigo's lap, but they trusted their captain's intentions and quietly disappeared out of sight.
The Hyotei fangirls were whispering among themselves, eyes darting to Ryoma and Atobe, giving Ryoma a fiercer glare by the second. Ryoma sighed, adjusting his glasses upwards as he muttered, "You're creating a scene. "
Ignoring Atobe's muffled laughter, he saw Yukimura leaning to Sanada for support and Sanada shouting at the high school freshmen to put ice on their vice captain. Ryoma smirked and reached up to stroke Atobe's hair― damp and sweaty but it still was the perfect conditioned Atobe hair― and gave the fangirls a cool glare; one that he had been practicing to control Horio better during practice. He could see Oshitari shaking his head and smiling himself as he surveyed the Rikkai stands.
"Hyotei won."
The winner would be Hyotei.
Ryoma laughed a little, not because it was funny but because he felt it was his role to act as if nothing was wrong. " You sound as if you don't believe it."
Oshitari just shook his head, fingers clutching the warm water bottle he had no intention of drinking. " Atobe is going to be captain next year."
A fact that they all knew, yet it somehow had to be said.
Atobe raised his head up to rest his chin on Ryoma's shoulders as he glared at Oshitari. " You're off the team when I'm made captain."
Oshitari chuckled, and Ryoma thought it was justified to elbow Atobe in the ribs as he said, "No you won't. You're going to need all the help you can get next year." Next year, we'll be facing each other again.
"So confident of yourself. " Atobe still didn't let go of him and he was beginning to get comfortable as he leaned back and smirked.
"Won the Nationals didn't I? I made a good captain."
"Yes, Tezuka should be proud. His little pillar, holding the Junior High Nationals title for three years running." Ryoma laughed again, and he was sure Atobe cracked a small smile in return, because they both knew Atobe expected nothing less of Ryoma.
".........................It was a good game."
Atobe doesn't reply for a long time, his breathing coming out unevenly, his muscles tense, and Ryoma waited, letting his own hand rest on top of Atobe's, letting Atobe realize he won, he won, he won.
"Ahn."
It was a quiet acknowledgement, but it was enough to confirm Atobe was all right.
"Next year won't be as easy. Gloat while you can, monkey king."
Atobe huffed a little but he still held Ryoma's hand tightly, a rare gesture showing his appreciation and the acceptance of his challenge. "Brat."
Ryoma closed his eyes and let the smile linger for a little while longer, his breathing matching Atobe's thinking next year, next year, it would start all over again, him, the arrogant freshman who never lost a match and Atobe the Hyotei captain who had the power to control the two hundred members of his tennis team.
He was looking forward to it.
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( Mostly the Royal Pair.)
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