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chineseinkTitle: Labor Pains
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Ryoma weeds and Fuji watches; Ryoma proceeds to list things he hates. Thrill Pair interaction at itsbest worst most interesting… Vaguely humorous.
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Labor Pains
bymeitachi
“You’ve been doing that since you were fourteen.”
“Considering I’m only sixteen, I think it’s okay.”
“Saa, but I don’t think it’s a healthy occupation for someone so young. It’s potentially damaging to the growth of your spine…”
“What, weeding?”
“Bending over on all fours like that.”
“I don’t hear you complaining at night.”
“Aa…Well, Ryoma, maybe weeding is just good practice. Practice does make perfect, after all.”
Smirk fading, Ryoma flashed his boyfriend an annoyed look. “…Syuusuke.”
--
“I hate weeding.” Late afternoon sunlight tumbled down on the patch of green and pink and gold, a little garden in the backyard of small wooden house, highlighting the quaint landscape with a picturesque feel. Birds fluttered to and fro in the trees above them with an occasional chirp, no longer with the melodies that had graced the air earlier in the day. Incongruent to the peaceful scene was the slender figure kneeled in the grass before the garden, arms reaching between the rows of sunny daffodils and tulips and blushing hyacinths and pulling out unwanted weeds with an unnecessary vengeance, while curses and unflattering words colored the air.
“Me too,” a voice agreed companionably. Another figure lounged on the steps that led up to the screened area behind the house, fallen in shade at this point in the day, and cooler than the sunlit garden.
Ryoma glared over his shoulder at his boyfriend. “What would you know about it, Fuji? You’ve been sitting there for half an hour!”
“Saa, I hate that you have to weed,” offered the boy still reclining on the steps, showing no sign of remorse at the accusation. “I hate that I have to sit here and watch you weed.”
Ryoma grumbled something under his breath and leaned forward to jerk another weed out of the dirt, dropping the vile green thing in the pile beside him. “You don’t have to watch,” he muttered after a minute. “You could go inside and watch TV or go online or something.” Of course, he might feel horribly abandoned and be emotionally scarred for life, which would be the cause of a mental instability that could cause a series of bizarre murders—or so he’d be sure to tell Fuji later that day, inciting guilt that would guarantee him a free meal or two.
Fuji tilted his head to the side, his fine hair falling over his eyes. “I could,” he allowed, playing with the straw in his drink. “But if I do, you’d probably go on about how you were horribly abandoned and pin some heinous crime on me later for disrupting your mental stability.” He smiled when he saw the scowl cross Ryoma’s face. “Am I right?”
“I hate that you know me so well,” Ryoma complained, returning to his weeding. He brushed aside hair fallen into his eyes with the back of his hand, to no avail as it fell forward again. “Feel free to help, anytime, you know.” His arm pulled back and he laid another obnoxious weed in the growing pile.
Sipping his iced tea, Fuji replied pleasantly, “No thank you. I like the view where I am.”
Ryoma flashed him an irritated look over his shoulder.
Fuji’s smile was all innocence. “Saa, what can I say? I have a thing for boys bent over on all fours with their asses in the air. There’s something so…ah, blatantly sexual about it.” His grin widened even as he ducked the weeds flung in his direction.
“Pervert,” grumbled Ryoma.
Fuji’s eyes opened. “Is that so?” he murmured, voice lowering to a purr as he licked his lips, gaze trailing down the slim figure encircled by greenery. “I’ve always wondered what it’d be like outdoors…”
“Syuusuke!”
Setting the drink down, Ryoma’s boyfriend beamed at him. “Whatever are you thinking, Ryoma? I was just saying that I’d like to test my new camera outdoors. Isn’t this the perfect place, ne?”
Ryoma huffed at him. “We are not having sex outside,” he clarified flatly.
“Pity, that,” Fuji sighed, twirling his straw despondently.
A few moments passed in relative silence as Ryoma continued weeding, a frown puckering his expression. “At least,” he said, not looking at Fuji, “not where my stupid father can see us.”
Fuji’s smile was no less than predatory.
--
“I hate weeds.”
“Hmm, who knew they were so prickly?”
“I hate weeds.”
“I’m sure your cousin has some salve that will treat those scrapes.”
“I hate weeds and there’s no way I’m explaining what I need the salve for.”
“Saa, I’m sure she won’t ask.”
--
In the end, Fuji was right. Nanako most definitively did not question her cousin’s need for the salve, and Ryoma found that she seemed to be avoiding eye contact with him altogether. The one time their gazes met, accidentally, she flushed red and quickly averted her eyes.
When Ryoma noticed that she was avoiding looking at Fuji too, though his very presence made her blush, he started getting suspicious. “Syuusuke,” he began, straddling his boyfriend’s lap after Nanako had made her escape. He glared at the beatific expression he was offered. “What did you do?” he demanded.
Fuji stroked Ryoma’s back and the younger boy couldn’t help arching into the touch. “Nothing you don’t know about,” was his soothing response. He pressed a reassuring kiss to Ryoma’s forehead.
Just as Ryoma was melting into the petting, draping himself over Fuji, and thinking that perhaps he was overreacting and Nanako was just being strange as all members of the female gender tended to be, Fuji added nonchalantly, “Because I certainly didn’t have anything to do with her passing by the only window that looks onto that grotto of trees…”
Ryoma almost bit his tongue.
“I hate you,” he finally said, dropping his head onto Fuji’s shoulder, face burning.
“More or less than weeds?” Fuji asked curiously, smile curving his lips.
“Definitely more.”
“Ah, it’s nice to have precedence.”
“Syuusuke.”
“Ryoma.”
Ryoma sighed. Weeds were so much easier to deal with. Unfortunately, he thought, as hands crept up the back of his shirt, playing over the scratches left by unfriendly weeds, Fuji seemed to like him a lot more than the weeds did.
--
Notes: Err…was this not so completely random? Yeah, let’s assume that the temple grounds have a garden and that Nanjirou makes Ryoma weed…because this is what boy wonder does in his free time to improve his character, I’m sure, and build muscle mass and endurance techniques. Besides being molested by Fuji, of course.
Started/Finished: 05.11.05
Edited: 05.12.05
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Ryoma weeds and Fuji watches; Ryoma proceeds to list things he hates. Thrill Pair interaction at its
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wakkawoo's birthday!Labor Pains
by
meitachi“You’ve been doing that since you were fourteen.”
“Considering I’m only sixteen, I think it’s okay.”
“Saa, but I don’t think it’s a healthy occupation for someone so young. It’s potentially damaging to the growth of your spine…”
“What, weeding?”
“Bending over on all fours like that.”
“I don’t hear you complaining at night.”
“Aa…Well, Ryoma, maybe weeding is just good practice. Practice does make perfect, after all.”
Smirk fading, Ryoma flashed his boyfriend an annoyed look. “…Syuusuke.”
--
“I hate weeding.” Late afternoon sunlight tumbled down on the patch of green and pink and gold, a little garden in the backyard of small wooden house, highlighting the quaint landscape with a picturesque feel. Birds fluttered to and fro in the trees above them with an occasional chirp, no longer with the melodies that had graced the air earlier in the day. Incongruent to the peaceful scene was the slender figure kneeled in the grass before the garden, arms reaching between the rows of sunny daffodils and tulips and blushing hyacinths and pulling out unwanted weeds with an unnecessary vengeance, while curses and unflattering words colored the air.
“Me too,” a voice agreed companionably. Another figure lounged on the steps that led up to the screened area behind the house, fallen in shade at this point in the day, and cooler than the sunlit garden.
Ryoma glared over his shoulder at his boyfriend. “What would you know about it, Fuji? You’ve been sitting there for half an hour!”
“Saa, I hate that you have to weed,” offered the boy still reclining on the steps, showing no sign of remorse at the accusation. “I hate that I have to sit here and watch you weed.”
Ryoma grumbled something under his breath and leaned forward to jerk another weed out of the dirt, dropping the vile green thing in the pile beside him. “You don’t have to watch,” he muttered after a minute. “You could go inside and watch TV or go online or something.” Of course, he might feel horribly abandoned and be emotionally scarred for life, which would be the cause of a mental instability that could cause a series of bizarre murders—or so he’d be sure to tell Fuji later that day, inciting guilt that would guarantee him a free meal or two.
Fuji tilted his head to the side, his fine hair falling over his eyes. “I could,” he allowed, playing with the straw in his drink. “But if I do, you’d probably go on about how you were horribly abandoned and pin some heinous crime on me later for disrupting your mental stability.” He smiled when he saw the scowl cross Ryoma’s face. “Am I right?”
“I hate that you know me so well,” Ryoma complained, returning to his weeding. He brushed aside hair fallen into his eyes with the back of his hand, to no avail as it fell forward again. “Feel free to help, anytime, you know.” His arm pulled back and he laid another obnoxious weed in the growing pile.
Sipping his iced tea, Fuji replied pleasantly, “No thank you. I like the view where I am.”
Ryoma flashed him an irritated look over his shoulder.
Fuji’s smile was all innocence. “Saa, what can I say? I have a thing for boys bent over on all fours with their asses in the air. There’s something so…ah, blatantly sexual about it.” His grin widened even as he ducked the weeds flung in his direction.
“Pervert,” grumbled Ryoma.
Fuji’s eyes opened. “Is that so?” he murmured, voice lowering to a purr as he licked his lips, gaze trailing down the slim figure encircled by greenery. “I’ve always wondered what it’d be like outdoors…”
“Syuusuke!”
Setting the drink down, Ryoma’s boyfriend beamed at him. “Whatever are you thinking, Ryoma? I was just saying that I’d like to test my new camera outdoors. Isn’t this the perfect place, ne?”
Ryoma huffed at him. “We are not having sex outside,” he clarified flatly.
“Pity, that,” Fuji sighed, twirling his straw despondently.
A few moments passed in relative silence as Ryoma continued weeding, a frown puckering his expression. “At least,” he said, not looking at Fuji, “not where my stupid father can see us.”
Fuji’s smile was no less than predatory.
--
“I hate weeds.”
“Hmm, who knew they were so prickly?”
“I hate weeds.”
“I’m sure your cousin has some salve that will treat those scrapes.”
“I hate weeds and there’s no way I’m explaining what I need the salve for.”
“Saa, I’m sure she won’t ask.”
--
In the end, Fuji was right. Nanako most definitively did not question her cousin’s need for the salve, and Ryoma found that she seemed to be avoiding eye contact with him altogether. The one time their gazes met, accidentally, she flushed red and quickly averted her eyes.
When Ryoma noticed that she was avoiding looking at Fuji too, though his very presence made her blush, he started getting suspicious. “Syuusuke,” he began, straddling his boyfriend’s lap after Nanako had made her escape. He glared at the beatific expression he was offered. “What did you do?” he demanded.
Fuji stroked Ryoma’s back and the younger boy couldn’t help arching into the touch. “Nothing you don’t know about,” was his soothing response. He pressed a reassuring kiss to Ryoma’s forehead.
Just as Ryoma was melting into the petting, draping himself over Fuji, and thinking that perhaps he was overreacting and Nanako was just being strange as all members of the female gender tended to be, Fuji added nonchalantly, “Because I certainly didn’t have anything to do with her passing by the only window that looks onto that grotto of trees…”
Ryoma almost bit his tongue.
“I hate you,” he finally said, dropping his head onto Fuji’s shoulder, face burning.
“More or less than weeds?” Fuji asked curiously, smile curving his lips.
“Definitely more.”
“Ah, it’s nice to have precedence.”
“Syuusuke.”
“Ryoma.”
Ryoma sighed. Weeds were so much easier to deal with. Unfortunately, he thought, as hands crept up the back of his shirt, playing over the scratches left by unfriendly weeds, Fuji seemed to like him a lot more than the weeds did.
--
Notes: Err…was this not so completely random? Yeah, let’s assume that the temple grounds have a garden and that Nanjirou makes Ryoma weed…because this is what boy wonder does in his free time to improve his character, I’m sure, and build muscle mass and endurance techniques. Besides being molested by Fuji, of course.
Started/Finished: 05.11.05
Edited: 05.12.05
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