Ego
By: Jyra
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Prince of Tennis etcetera etcetera etcetera
Notes: Just a drabble I wrote whilst watching the Toronto masters and then didn't type up. Finally got round to it and decided to post it…
Pairing: Implied AtoJi (Adorable? Not quite sure if this is right pairing name)
'Ore-sama's serve is much more accurate that his, right Jiroh?'
Unfortunately for Atobe Keigo, Kabaji was not there to give him the answer he expected. No, the one he was currently trying to speak to was at that precise moment sleeping and therefore ignoring Atobe altogether.
'Jiroh, ore-sama did not invite you over to sleep. Ore-sama graced you with an invitation to watch the tennis at ore-sama's house with ore-sama himself and you are expected to wake up. Now!'
Jiroh, oblivious to Atobe's rant just carried on sleeping, stretched out across one of Atobe's leather sofas. Huffing, Atobe turned his attention back to the television, where Djokovic was beating Soderling five games to four in the first set.
'Ore-sama's lob is far more accurate'
Atobe commented as Djokovic won the point. Again, he turned expectantly to Jiroh, as if by some miracle the boy would have woken up. Atobe frowned and then immediately schooled his face (he wouldn't want wrinkles). Seriously, what was the point of inviting someone round to watch tennis with him if all they were going to do was sleep and not listen to his commentary on how he could do better?
Next time, Atobe decided he was definitely going to ask Kabaji instead. At least he would stay awake. In an act of defiance, Atobe turned sharply back to the TV, where Djokovic had just taken the first set, ignoring the tee-shirt that had risen half way up Jiroh's chest and the tight sport shorts that hugged his thighs. No, if Jiroh wasn't going to pay attention to Atobe, then Atobe certainly was not going to pay attention to Jiroh. Or his legs.
Half an hour past and it was well into the second set when Djokovic pulled a surprise drop shot. Atobe snorted.
'Ore-sama's drop shot far exceeds his, doesn't it Jiroh?'
Jiroh rolled over. Finally Atobe had had enough. He pushed himself off his sofa and stood over the sleeping beauty of Hyotei in what he assumed to be a menacing pose.
'Jiroh, ore-sama demands you answer him!'
Jiroh, having subconsciously computing the menacing aura that surrounded Atobe or maybe just fully rested, opened his eyes and yawned slightly.
'Well?'
Atobe glowered. Staring up at Atobe, Jiroh searched his sleep fogged brain for what Atobe had just been talking about. Finally, it came to him.
'Yes Kei-chan Tezuka does have a better drop shot than you.'
If Atobe hadn't been an Atobe, he might have resorted t the peasant act of strangling Jiroh. Instead he stomped back to the other sofa and proceeded to sulk for the remainder of the match.
However, later Jiroh climbed into his lap and proceeded to fall asleep there, Atobe found he didn't mind all that much really… He just made a mental note to schedule some practise matches with Seigaku to show Jiroh exactly who had the best drop shot.
Omake
'Sugoi Tezuka-kun'
Jiroh cheered from the side as Tezuka once again pulled his famous drop shot.
From his side of the court, Atobe scowled as he got ready to serve. The practice matches he'd organised hadn't had quite the effect he'd hoped. Still, at least if Jiroh was obsessed with Tezuka now, it would mean he'd stop talking about Fuji Shusuke.
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