Title: Photography Is An Art Form
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: InuKai
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Flash photography, much to Kaidoh's dismay.
For
graymm’s challenge. < 300 word drabble to explain this pic.
Photography Is An Art Form
by
meitachi
There were whispers threading through the entire tennis club when Kaidoh arrived, late, after a reluctant meeting with a teacher. The first-years and second-years alike were all whispering and casting him sidelong glances, looking away hurriedly when he glared at them.
What was going on?
Kaidoh grew increasingly annoyed as he stepped into the locker room the change. Something bad was going to, or already had, happened. He could practically taste it. And he had a vague idea about who was responsible as well.
"Kaidoh." Oishi looked up from where he stood on the outskirts of the gathering of regulars. He was embarrassed, faced flushed red, and avoiding Kaidoh's eyes.
Kaidoh's uneasy feeling grew when he saw that dunk-smash idiot's wide grin and the hints of a smirk playing across Echizen's features. His stomach sank to his shoes when he caught sight of Fuji in the middle of the group, smiling and handing a sheaf of papers to Inui.
"Kaidoh," said Inui, nodding at him.
"Hoi, HOI, Kaidoh--" Oishi clapped a hand over Kikumaru's mouth and left it there.
Kaidoh approached the group warily, scowling. "What are you doing, senpai?" he asked Inui.
"Fuji was just returning a couple of photos to me," the taller boy replied calmly.
Kaidoh took a look. Pictures of him...and Inui...shirtless and in each other's arms...
Oh God be merciful and kill him now.
"Wha—that—you—"
Inui took pity on him and interrupted his sputtering. "Fuji needed some photos for his photography project and I thought these were particularly good."
Kaidoh took a moment to process this.
"Fuji-senpai is going to use this in class?!"
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Posted: 11.169.2004
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: InuKai
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Flash photography, much to Kaidoh's dismay.
For
Photography Is An Art Form
by
There were whispers threading through the entire tennis club when Kaidoh arrived, late, after a reluctant meeting with a teacher. The first-years and second-years alike were all whispering and casting him sidelong glances, looking away hurriedly when he glared at them.
What was going on?
Kaidoh grew increasingly annoyed as he stepped into the locker room the change. Something bad was going to, or already had, happened. He could practically taste it. And he had a vague idea about who was responsible as well.
"Kaidoh." Oishi looked up from where he stood on the outskirts of the gathering of regulars. He was embarrassed, faced flushed red, and avoiding Kaidoh's eyes.
Kaidoh's uneasy feeling grew when he saw that dunk-smash idiot's wide grin and the hints of a smirk playing across Echizen's features. His stomach sank to his shoes when he caught sight of Fuji in the middle of the group, smiling and handing a sheaf of papers to Inui.
"Kaidoh," said Inui, nodding at him.
"Hoi, HOI, Kaidoh--" Oishi clapped a hand over Kikumaru's mouth and left it there.
Kaidoh approached the group warily, scowling. "What are you doing, senpai?" he asked Inui.
"Fuji was just returning a couple of photos to me," the taller boy replied calmly.
Kaidoh took a look. Pictures of him...and Inui...shirtless and in each other's arms...
Oh God be merciful and kill him now.
"Wha—that—you—"
Inui took pity on him and interrupted his sputtering. "Fuji needed some photos for his photography project and I thought these were particularly good."
Kaidoh took a moment to process this.
"Fuji-senpai is going to use this in class?!"
--
Posted: 11.169.2004