[PoT] Deny, PG, Humor, Eiji/Momo [xmas05]
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chineseinkChristmas Drabbles 2005
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Pairing: Eiji/Momo [Prince of Tennis]
Theme: eccentric undies
Deny
“Truth,” said Echizen and Momo groaned in disappointment. Still, he sort of understood—who would want to face one of Fuji-senpai’s dares? He shivered as Fuji tilted his head thoughtfully. He wasn’t sure he wanted to face one of Fuji-senpai’s truths either.
“Saa,” the older boy murmured, giving a long look at all the regulars assembled in a circle in the middle of the Kikumaru living room. His mouth tilted upwards. “Boxers or briefs?”
“Fuji!” gasped Oishi, putting his head in his hands, face red. “Isn’t that a little…personal?”
Fuji looked unconcerned and Eiji piped up, chortling, “That’s what truths are supposed to be, Oishi!” He grinned and nudged the first year sitting beside him. “C’mon, Ochibi, what’s your answer? Tell us, nya~”
Echizen was silent for a moment, expressionless. Then he bared his teeth and said casually, “The same as Momo-senpai’s.”
Pandemonium broke out, the eight assembled boys falling into a disorganized mess of shock and embarrassment. “Fssshhu,” hissed Kaidou, flushing and glaring at Momoshiro as if he held him personally responsible. Inui coughed slightly and adjusted his glasses, pen scratching away at his notebook where he’d been recording personal information all night. Taka, racketless all night, only looked uncomfortable and slightly worried, a hand scratching nervously at the back of his head. Oishi didn’t know how to react, flustered and still red-faced and making concerned noises that were covered by Eiji’s loud spluttering and Momoshiro’s own, “EHHH?”
He stared at the first year. “Echizen!” he exclaimed. “How would you know?”
“Yes,” Fuji cut in, voice soft and sharp. His blue eyes were trained on Seigaku’s boy wonder as well. “Do tell, Echizen.”
“Eiji-senpai told me,” was the deadpan response.
A moment of silence fluttered, uncertain, until more chaos resulted. “HOIII~?” cried Eiji, leaping back from Echizen with a wild look in his eyes. “When did I—I did not—what are you talking about, Ochibi?” He exchanged a quick look with Momoshiro—they couldn’t know, could they?—and returned to looking appalled. Momoshiro himself was having trouble getting his heart rate under control.
“WHAT DID EIJI-SENPAI SAY ABOUT MY UNDERWEAR?” he bellowed, trying to bluster his way out of this mess.
Echizen’s smile was lazy and catlike. “He said your boxers had kitties on them.” He smirked when that earned more choked noises and sputtering. “And that they were cute,” he added.
“Ehhhh, I did no such thing,” screeched Eiji, protesting. He was on his feet now, hopping from one to the other, affronted. “Ochibi, stop making things up!”
“Yeah! Echizen!” agreed Momoshiro. They’d been tennis balls and rackets anyway. Eiji had chortled at them and poked at each miniature printed ball until Momo had squirmed away. Not kitties, he thought firmly. He was manlier than that. Mamushi was probably the one who—okay, okay, back away from that thought quickly.
Finally, Echizen heaved a sigh. “Alright,” he said, “relax, senpai. I only knew Momo-senpai wore boxers because I saw him changing into a pair after showers yesterday after practice.” He gave them all his patented “mada mada dane” look, as if asking just what exactly they’d been thinking. Except, of course, he knew.
Momo was quite certain he didn’t like this new sadistic streak in the first-year.
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Posted: 12.23.2005
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lady_androgenePairing: Eiji/Momo [Prince of Tennis]
Theme: eccentric undies
Deny
“Truth,” said Echizen and Momo groaned in disappointment. Still, he sort of understood—who would want to face one of Fuji-senpai’s dares? He shivered as Fuji tilted his head thoughtfully. He wasn’t sure he wanted to face one of Fuji-senpai’s truths either.
“Saa,” the older boy murmured, giving a long look at all the regulars assembled in a circle in the middle of the Kikumaru living room. His mouth tilted upwards. “Boxers or briefs?”
“Fuji!” gasped Oishi, putting his head in his hands, face red. “Isn’t that a little…personal?”
Fuji looked unconcerned and Eiji piped up, chortling, “That’s what truths are supposed to be, Oishi!” He grinned and nudged the first year sitting beside him. “C’mon, Ochibi, what’s your answer? Tell us, nya~”
Echizen was silent for a moment, expressionless. Then he bared his teeth and said casually, “The same as Momo-senpai’s.”
Pandemonium broke out, the eight assembled boys falling into a disorganized mess of shock and embarrassment. “Fssshhu,” hissed Kaidou, flushing and glaring at Momoshiro as if he held him personally responsible. Inui coughed slightly and adjusted his glasses, pen scratching away at his notebook where he’d been recording personal information all night. Taka, racketless all night, only looked uncomfortable and slightly worried, a hand scratching nervously at the back of his head. Oishi didn’t know how to react, flustered and still red-faced and making concerned noises that were covered by Eiji’s loud spluttering and Momoshiro’s own, “EHHH?”
He stared at the first year. “Echizen!” he exclaimed. “How would you know?”
“Yes,” Fuji cut in, voice soft and sharp. His blue eyes were trained on Seigaku’s boy wonder as well. “Do tell, Echizen.”
“Eiji-senpai told me,” was the deadpan response.
A moment of silence fluttered, uncertain, until more chaos resulted. “HOIII~?” cried Eiji, leaping back from Echizen with a wild look in his eyes. “When did I—I did not—what are you talking about, Ochibi?” He exchanged a quick look with Momoshiro—they couldn’t know, could they?—and returned to looking appalled. Momoshiro himself was having trouble getting his heart rate under control.
“WHAT DID EIJI-SENPAI SAY ABOUT MY UNDERWEAR?” he bellowed, trying to bluster his way out of this mess.
Echizen’s smile was lazy and catlike. “He said your boxers had kitties on them.” He smirked when that earned more choked noises and sputtering. “And that they were cute,” he added.
“Ehhhh, I did no such thing,” screeched Eiji, protesting. He was on his feet now, hopping from one to the other, affronted. “Ochibi, stop making things up!”
“Yeah! Echizen!” agreed Momoshiro. They’d been tennis balls and rackets anyway. Eiji had chortled at them and poked at each miniature printed ball until Momo had squirmed away. Not kitties, he thought firmly. He was manlier than that. Mamushi was probably the one who—okay, okay, back away from that thought quickly.
Finally, Echizen heaved a sigh. “Alright,” he said, “relax, senpai. I only knew Momo-senpai wore boxers because I saw him changing into a pair after showers yesterday after practice.” He gave them all his patented “mada mada dane” look, as if asking just what exactly they’d been thinking. Except, of course, he knew.
Momo was quite certain he didn’t like this new sadistic streak in the first-year.
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Posted: 12.23.2005
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