Disclaimer: PoT does not belong to me.
Dedicated to awin-chan, and everyone else at Dudly-sama's crazy forum.
I hope I have gotten them in character.
Prompt: Nintendo DS
You can take this as a Christmas fic, I guess.
Italics refer to flashbacks.
"What! Seishounen (1) is spending a night at someone's place? Is it some gorgeous la-"
Ryoma slammed down the phone. How long would his father hopelessly wish that he would get himself a girlfriend?
"Che. Happy now?" Ryoma said pointedly.
"Ha, you've lost; now you'll have to spend a full 24 hours with me, at my every beck and call." Atobe announced triumphantly.
"But that miraculously appeared!" Ryoma retorted profusely, standing up.
Atobe shrugged.
Ryoma cursed the (lousy) passerby who (stupidly) threw a banana peel onto the court.
Atobe smirked and gestured to the bathroom.
"Take a bath, and Ore-sama (2) will see you at dinner."
Thinking back, the day wasn't too bad. Except that Atobe wouldn't let him go home.
"I've played tennis with you, shopped with you, carried your bags, and now's the sun's setting. Shouldn't I go home now?"
"You still have another sixteen hours to go."
He stared at the bathtub, then at the wide array of salts. He stared at the new clothes Atobe bought for him, and then at Atobe's huge wardrobe.
Ryoma smirked.
When Ryoma finally reached the dining hall (it was a full five minute walk from Atobe's room), Atobe was irritably tapping his fingers on the table.
"Finally the little baby's here," Atobe looked up at him, and frowned. "And what are you doing in my apparel?"
Ryoma shrugged and took his place opposite Atobe.
"You never said I had to dress in my own clothes." He pushed up the silk purple sleeves (which only slid down after that).
"You better not dirty that," Atobe seethed through gritted teeth.
Ryoma grinned evilly.
The next morning, Ryoma woke up to only find silken sheets next to him. Jolting up, he looked around, only relaxing after hearing sounds from the shower. Lying back down, his head was greeted with a hard object under his soft pillow. Digging into it while rubbing his head, he met face to face with a message in stylish handwriting.
Merry Christmas, brat.
Ripping the wrapping paper, Ryoma smiled at the sleek black present Atobe had slid under his pillow.
A Nintendo DS.
His smile was immediately wiped off after he switched it on.
Cooking Mama 2
He rolled his eyes and shrugged.
It wouldn't take long for Monkey King to find out that his favourite bath salt has been all used up, Ryoma thought.
fin.
Notes:
1. Seishounen - Loosely translated to "young teen".
2. Ore-sama - means "I".
3. Cooking Mama 2 is a DS cartridge that basically deals with cooking.
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