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chineseinkChristmas Drabbles 2005
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Pairing: Golden Pair [Prince of Tennis]
Theme: Eiji insults his Christmas gift from Oishi causing a huge fight.
Gift
They hadn’t spoken in four days and already Eiji was ready to climb up a wall in sheer frustration. Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have said that about the stuffed cat Oishi had given him, but he was fifteen and a boy—did everyone keep forgetting that? He liked tennis and toothpaste and new sneakers; he even liked some of the mainstream pop his sisters played incessantly at home and acrobatics, sure, and he even liked cats, okay, but he wasn’t a girl and Oishi should’ve known that better than anyone!
Still, maybe Eiji shouldn’t have gotten so upset over the Christmas present...but that didn’t mean Oishi was supposed to ignore him for half a week! They were supposed to have made up at least three days ago. That was how things worked. Wasn’t Oishi supposed to be a nice guy, anyway? What’d happened?
Eiji had spent a lot of the past four days pouting. A fact which may have been a factor in his being dumped on the front steps of the Oishi house by an annoyed older sister. “Come back when you’ve made up,” she called to him as she pulled away in her car. Eiji could only make a disgruntled, affronted face at her—he hadn’t even been given time to put on his gloves before she’d swept him up and dropped him off and it was cold outside! What kind of older sister was she anyway?
Shuffling towards the door, he rang the doorbell and then rubbed his hands together. He supposed he did have to eventually see Oishi and make up; Tezuka would be displeased if they returned to school after the winter break at odds and off-rhythm. Since he was obviously stuck here for a few hours unless he wanted to brave the long, cold walk to the bus station only to be faced with annoyed elder siblings when he returned home, Eiji figured he might as well take the first step. He was a generous soul, after all.
“Eiji!” said a surprised voice as the door was pulled open.
Eiji grinned nervously. Why was Oishi opening the door? Where was his mother? Eiji had expected a least another minute to gather up his courage! “Eheh, hi Oishi!”
His doubles partner smiled back hesitantly. “How are you? What are you doing here? It must be cold, come inside!” Oishi stepped back and held the door open, cold air rushing into the house with the redhead as he darted inside, welcoming the warmth.
His blue eyes flickered to the other boy, now shutting the door behind them. Oishi, Eiji thought, suddenly contrite, was always such a considerate person, always more polite than the situation called for, kind-hearted and sincere even when he was upset. Eiji felt utterly childish, throwing tantrums and sulking for days.
As Oishi turned around and offered another cautious smile, Eiji threw himself into his doubles partner’s arms. “I’m sorry Oishi!” he wailed, hugging the startled boy. “I shouldn’t have been so mean about your gift, nyaa, and it was a good gift, I’m-sorry-please-don’t-hate-me-Oishi-is-too-important!” The last bit left him in a short breath, beseechingly. He left his arms around Oishi when he was done, heart pounding, and a little bit afraid to look up.
A hand rested, warm, on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Eiji,” Oishi said softly and Eiji pulled away enough to see the genuine smile in those eyes. “I forgive you.”
And suddenly the holidays seemed much cheerier as Eiji slumped against his doubles partner, beaming up at him. "Hoi," he chirped, and then bounced up on his toes and kissed Oishi soundly.
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Posted: 12.18.2005
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basketcases02Pairing: Golden Pair [Prince of Tennis]
Theme: Eiji insults his Christmas gift from Oishi causing a huge fight.
Gift
They hadn’t spoken in four days and already Eiji was ready to climb up a wall in sheer frustration. Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have said that about the stuffed cat Oishi had given him, but he was fifteen and a boy—did everyone keep forgetting that? He liked tennis and toothpaste and new sneakers; he even liked some of the mainstream pop his sisters played incessantly at home and acrobatics, sure, and he even liked cats, okay, but he wasn’t a girl and Oishi should’ve known that better than anyone!
Still, maybe Eiji shouldn’t have gotten so upset over the Christmas present...but that didn’t mean Oishi was supposed to ignore him for half a week! They were supposed to have made up at least three days ago. That was how things worked. Wasn’t Oishi supposed to be a nice guy, anyway? What’d happened?
Eiji had spent a lot of the past four days pouting. A fact which may have been a factor in his being dumped on the front steps of the Oishi house by an annoyed older sister. “Come back when you’ve made up,” she called to him as she pulled away in her car. Eiji could only make a disgruntled, affronted face at her—he hadn’t even been given time to put on his gloves before she’d swept him up and dropped him off and it was cold outside! What kind of older sister was she anyway?
Shuffling towards the door, he rang the doorbell and then rubbed his hands together. He supposed he did have to eventually see Oishi and make up; Tezuka would be displeased if they returned to school after the winter break at odds and off-rhythm. Since he was obviously stuck here for a few hours unless he wanted to brave the long, cold walk to the bus station only to be faced with annoyed elder siblings when he returned home, Eiji figured he might as well take the first step. He was a generous soul, after all.
“Eiji!” said a surprised voice as the door was pulled open.
Eiji grinned nervously. Why was Oishi opening the door? Where was his mother? Eiji had expected a least another minute to gather up his courage! “Eheh, hi Oishi!”
His doubles partner smiled back hesitantly. “How are you? What are you doing here? It must be cold, come inside!” Oishi stepped back and held the door open, cold air rushing into the house with the redhead as he darted inside, welcoming the warmth.
His blue eyes flickered to the other boy, now shutting the door behind them. Oishi, Eiji thought, suddenly contrite, was always such a considerate person, always more polite than the situation called for, kind-hearted and sincere even when he was upset. Eiji felt utterly childish, throwing tantrums and sulking for days.
As Oishi turned around and offered another cautious smile, Eiji threw himself into his doubles partner’s arms. “I’m sorry Oishi!” he wailed, hugging the startled boy. “I shouldn’t have been so mean about your gift, nyaa, and it was a good gift, I’m-sorry-please-don’t-hate-me-Oishi-is-too-important!” The last bit left him in a short breath, beseechingly. He left his arms around Oishi when he was done, heart pounding, and a little bit afraid to look up.
A hand rested, warm, on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Eiji,” Oishi said softly and Eiji pulled away enough to see the genuine smile in those eyes. “I forgive you.”
And suddenly the holidays seemed much cheerier as Eiji slumped against his doubles partner, beaming up at him. "Hoi," he chirped, and then bounced up on his toes and kissed Oishi soundly.
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Posted: 12.18.2005
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