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chineseinkChristmas Drabbles 2005
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Pairing: FujiRyo [Prince of Tennis]
Theme: Ryoma has to live at a senpai’s house for a week as part of a school project; he chooses Fuji’s.
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30_kisses theme: #24 good night
Show Me Your Style
“Please make yourself at home,” Fuji said cheerfully as he waved Ryoma into his room. The younger boy, as he stepped inside, bags slung over his shoulder, couldn’t completely fail to hide his surprise at the spaciousness. Fuji-senpai had a built-in closet, not just a clothes-rack like most typical middle school boys. Then again, Ryoma thought as Fuji gestured for him to put his bags down on the floor, Fuji was hardly a typical middle school boy. He was a tennis prodigy, and beyond that, had a strangely sadistic streak.
Ryoma’s eyes swept the room and took in the TV and phonograph and photography posters over the bed. And was that cacti on the windowsill? “Fuji-senpai has…eclectic tastes,” he said, giving the other boy a look from under his lashes.
Fuji’s smile was serene. “It’s nice to be unique,” he agreed. “Being normal is just so…boring, don’t you think, Echizen?”
Suppressing a snort at the use of his last name, Ryoma walked to the middle of the room proprietarily and turned in a slow circle. He stopped facing Fuji. “I guess I sleep here?” he said, cocking his head toward the area near Fuji’s bed. “I brought my own futon and everything,” he added with a smirk toward the rolled up futon propped up at the foot of the bed which Nanjirou had, complainingly, hefted to the room a few minutes before.
“Mmm,” Fuji murmured in agreement. He perched himself on the edge of his bed, giving Ryoma a completely unreadable, non-threatening look. It set the younger boy on edge. “This is an interesting assignment,” he said contemplatively, fingers stroking idly along his comforter. “I’ve never been lucky enough to have been assigned to live at a senpai’s house for a week.”
“It’s not like I had a choice,” Ryoma replied. Well, not in participating in the inane experiment cum assignment, though he had had, sort of, some choice in deciding which senpai. No one could blame him for choosing Fuji, right? It was hard to miss the territorial gleam Fuji got in his eyes whenever someone accidentally touched Ryoma inappropriately, or lingered too long, and even though his smile stayed deceptively calm— Well, Ryoma was glad at least that the number of love confessions he’d been getting (admittedly nothing compared to Fuji’s number) had dwindled rapidly since the older boy had made his claim.
Subtly, of course, as was Fuji’s way, but firmly, with a few well-placed love bites that Ryoma had had too much fun getting.
“Fuji-senpai,” Ryoma said, moving to stand in front of Fuji, golden eyes gleaming. “I think my baka oyaji’s leaving now.”
“Saa…which means my parents will be at the door bidding him goodbye.” Fuji’s smile shifted and his hands lifted enough to catch Ryoma’s hips and tug him closer. “So, Ryoma,” he purred, easily dropping the formality of the last name. “Do you think you’ll learn a lot this next week?”
Ryoma bared his teeth in a grin. “Oh, some things here and there,” he replied casually.
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Posted: 12.22.2005
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raashPairing: FujiRyo [Prince of Tennis]
Theme: Ryoma has to live at a senpai’s house for a week as part of a school project; he chooses Fuji’s.
30_kisses theme: #24 good nightShow Me Your Style
“Please make yourself at home,” Fuji said cheerfully as he waved Ryoma into his room. The younger boy, as he stepped inside, bags slung over his shoulder, couldn’t completely fail to hide his surprise at the spaciousness. Fuji-senpai had a built-in closet, not just a clothes-rack like most typical middle school boys. Then again, Ryoma thought as Fuji gestured for him to put his bags down on the floor, Fuji was hardly a typical middle school boy. He was a tennis prodigy, and beyond that, had a strangely sadistic streak.
Ryoma’s eyes swept the room and took in the TV and phonograph and photography posters over the bed. And was that cacti on the windowsill? “Fuji-senpai has…eclectic tastes,” he said, giving the other boy a look from under his lashes.
Fuji’s smile was serene. “It’s nice to be unique,” he agreed. “Being normal is just so…boring, don’t you think, Echizen?”
Suppressing a snort at the use of his last name, Ryoma walked to the middle of the room proprietarily and turned in a slow circle. He stopped facing Fuji. “I guess I sleep here?” he said, cocking his head toward the area near Fuji’s bed. “I brought my own futon and everything,” he added with a smirk toward the rolled up futon propped up at the foot of the bed which Nanjirou had, complainingly, hefted to the room a few minutes before.
“Mmm,” Fuji murmured in agreement. He perched himself on the edge of his bed, giving Ryoma a completely unreadable, non-threatening look. It set the younger boy on edge. “This is an interesting assignment,” he said contemplatively, fingers stroking idly along his comforter. “I’ve never been lucky enough to have been assigned to live at a senpai’s house for a week.”
“It’s not like I had a choice,” Ryoma replied. Well, not in participating in the inane experiment cum assignment, though he had had, sort of, some choice in deciding which senpai. No one could blame him for choosing Fuji, right? It was hard to miss the territorial gleam Fuji got in his eyes whenever someone accidentally touched Ryoma inappropriately, or lingered too long, and even though his smile stayed deceptively calm— Well, Ryoma was glad at least that the number of love confessions he’d been getting (admittedly nothing compared to Fuji’s number) had dwindled rapidly since the older boy had made his claim.
Subtly, of course, as was Fuji’s way, but firmly, with a few well-placed love bites that Ryoma had had too much fun getting.
“Fuji-senpai,” Ryoma said, moving to stand in front of Fuji, golden eyes gleaming. “I think my baka oyaji’s leaving now.”
“Saa…which means my parents will be at the door bidding him goodbye.” Fuji’s smile shifted and his hands lifted enough to catch Ryoma’s hips and tug him closer. “So, Ryoma,” he purred, easily dropping the formality of the last name. “Do you think you’ll learn a lot this next week?”
Ryoma bared his teeth in a grin. “Oh, some things here and there,” he replied casually.
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Posted: 12.22.2005
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