AN: This was written for starsniper for her birthday and posted on my LJ. I figured I might as well upload it here, since I am lacking in the updates department lately. For people who have author alert on and are disappointed to see a PoT fic instead of Naruto, I'll have you know I am working on them, I swear. Expect an update in the next few days. It's summer vacation, after all. XD
Uncoordinated
Ryoma stretches languidly in bed, his toes curling as he yawns, then proceeds to smack his lips together. He has yet to open his eyes, and wonders idly why his head is throbbing so. He is grateful that his alarm clock is not ringing like it normally does when he returns to consciousness.
The green-haired boy turns his cheek to the pillow and pulls his sheets in closer. He has decided that it is too nice a morning to be spent awake, and so is going back to sleep. Much to his chagrin, his bedmate disagrees with his idea.
"Echizen."
One grope later, up and out of the bed, onto the floor he goes, which he knows now was a very Bad Idea. His head is pounding and he is chilled. Ahh, he thinks as he looks down at himself, it's because I'm not wearing anything.
"Good morning to you, too, Echizen. There's a robe that has been prepared for you in the closet."
Wordlessly, he goes and puts on said robe, because he doesn't know what's going on and would rather not be naked in front of Hyoutei's captain. Even with his muddled brain, he surveys his surroundings.
Pink curtains, purple bed sheets, lavender carpet -- he wishes to get the hell away right now, but he can't seem to turn and run. The other boy in the room gets up and a single eyebrow is raised to the frilly nightshirt being adorned.
"Monkey King." The tall boy glides over with a smirk and wraps an arm around his waist. Ryoma blames his headache, and his subsequent double vision, for not being able to evade. "What the heck is this?" He gesticulates to the room wildly. A little too wildly, and he has to shut him eyes to keep everything from spinning.
He registers a sound and recognizes it as purring. Atobe is purring against his neck and nuzzling him. He also notes that it doesn't feel quite so bad, but he believes that his brain is unfit to pass judgment at the moment, it being dizzy and all.
He growls when hands slip under his robe, and he slaps them away. He receives a nip in return. "Ah, ah, Echizen. Ore-sama paid for today as well, so be a good boy."
"What!" Ouch, head.
"Oh yes, your sempai was rather generous. Two days for fifty thousand yen is quite the investment. Ore-sama regrets not taking the 'week for a 100 grand' deal. A pity."
Ryoma curses under his breath and swears to kill Fuji-sempai later. He will never go clubbing with the tensai again.