Title: Impersonating Scoundrel
Author: Dana-chaaan.
Information: Anime - Prince of Tennis - AtobeJiroh
Summary: Jiroh confesses something he probably should've kept personal.
Author's Note: Haha. You couldn't believe it! I was washing my hands when this idea shot into my brain! It's meant to be a twisty-twervy oneshot, so hopefully every goes as planned. If not, I'll just cry at my losses and write something else in hopes of lifting my spirits. Anyways, read on, fanfic-lovers, read on! (Totally stole Fe-breeze's slogo!)
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"I love you!" Jiroh blurted out happily, yet cutely embarrassed. His head was lowered slightly, eyes glazed off into the distance. Eyes were shimmering with adoration and love, while his lips curved into a pathetic smile.
Atobe looked uneasily at the seated boy, his own molten, silver eyes watching the Hyoutei regular. The boy was plopped on his behind, legs crossed neatly in front of him and hands placed languidly in his lap. The captain squared his shoulders and stuck his nose a little higher in the air than it normally was.
"Look, Jiroh..." he started with uncertainty. Honestly, what was he to say in a situation like this? Jiroh was, admittedly, one of his closer friends, and he didn't want to make boulders out of pebbles.
It seemed the awkward first words that escaped from Keigo's tongue fell upon deaf ears, which irritated the captain ever so slightly. He took a few cautious steps toward the curly-haired boy, whose brown eyes were sparkling with millions of emotions, as they always did when he was fully awake.
"Jiroh..." Atobe hesitated again, a hand falling on the seated boy's shoulder, trying to gain the attention of those positive eyes from the distance he was indulged in.
Light brown eyes snapped to his liquid orbs, blinking in confusion, "Atobe...?"
Keigo sighed, motioning to the bundle just in Jiroh's reach, "I don't think he can understand you."
Akutagawa laughed before picking up the small, brown puppy. He turned back to his companion, brushing off the statement said just seconds ago, "Isn't he cute?" Jiroh cooed, before nuzzling the strangely affectionate dog's head, "I love him."
Atobe only sighed when he saw a pick tongue poke out to lick the hypersomniac's cheek.
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Author's Note: Was that absolutely horrid, or what? Haha. I just got done watching a bit of FMA and looking at Nekozawa-sama! So, of course, I had to let out my absolutely joy (slash boredom) and write a fanfiction! Hope you enjoyed it! Review, please. :D