Prologue
DISCLAIMER: Prince of Tennis belongs to Takeshi Konami.
It was that beautiful, wondrous day of the year; the day when young women put their hearts on their sleeve and give chocolate to the young man who has captured their heart. Yes, of all days, it was Valentines Day. Now where most young men would wait all year for this day, that was not the case for ranking members of the tennis clubs of Japan. In fact, instead of the usual large red heart on the calendar marking the day, mischievous members had taken to coloring it all black with little red horns and trident spewing forth flames drawing huge circles around it reviling it as 'DOOMSDAY'. Only super energetic players didn't seem to mind the holiday-only because of the enormous amounts of sugar to harvested. Most of the regulars regarded the disposal of said chocolate as a hated chore. After several years of bringing home large bags of chocolates that only seemed to grow large instead of smaller, most parents had forbidden any chocolate to be brought inside. This left the regulars the tough quandary of where to put the chocolate. The energetic and bottomless pits of the regulars chose to devour theirs in one go. This resulted in many laps from their captains for missing practices while they got over their stomachaches.
On a related note, newspapers and the media reported rare bursts of generosity as orphanages and homeless shelters received large stores of chocolate on February 15th anonymously donated from people. Well, Dentists and Doctors polished their offices and brought out their long ropes for the overwhelming amount of patients that came rushing in.
The regulars also despised Valentines Day for more than the small mountain of cavity inducing, pimple spreading bits of chocolate they received; oh no, what they really hated-no-feared was the crazy, fanatic mob of fangirls that was determined to confess their love to that certain regular. Have you ever tried to turn down the confession of an obsession crazed teenage girl? Well, these young men have, barely surviving, and not just once but several dozen times in one day. No, a girl was a regulars worst enemy on this particular day and each and every member strategized and practiced escape routes for such situations. What's worst is their parents, the traitors, refused to let them take it off as a sick day, even when they came home with various injuries. The fourteenth day of February is not one filled with love and rose colored glasses to the regulars, it is the day when cupid is not a cute little baby in a diaper but a changeling with a red trident and arrows of doom.
This particular February 14th is not about psychotic hormonal girls and the young men trying to escape them. It is about a tiny piece of chocolate that changes their lives and allows them to realize the person they most love is standing right next to them.
A bit crackish. This introduction sets the story for the drabbles I'm doing prompted by the quotes on a Dove chocolate wrapper. Lot's of pairings to come, I'm going to try not to repeat any but might if no other pairing fits the prompt. The introduction doesn't necessarily reflect the tone of the drabbles. Thanks.
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