Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is not mine.
Mkay. This one-shot is dedicated to Eternal.Angel for all the stories she wrote for me. This is my thanks and response. :)
Enjoy!
Grapefruit Juice
By Sweet Obsidian Rain
Atobe's Room, Sunday, 3:25 P.M.
"Monkey King, what are you drinking?" Gold cat-like eyes stared at the glass of pink liquid in distaste.
"Grapefruit juice," Atobe answered absentmindedly as he read over bills for the funds he had used for Hyoutei's tennis team.
"…Grapefruit juice?"
"Yes, grapefruit juice. It's quite good. Care to try some?" the diva held his glass towards his boyfriend and waited for the boy to take it. Atobe looked up when Ryoma made no move to try his drink. Instead, the boy was eying the juice warily.
Ryoma lifted his own can of Ponta and drank it. He felt his lover's eyes on him and smirked.
Atobe frowned. "Is that stuff really that addicting to you?" he asked gesturing towards Ryoma's can of Ponta.
"Mhmm…"
The Hyoutei captain's eyes narrowed, he set down his juice and got out of his chair. Stopping in front of the smaller boy, he grabbed Ryoma's Ponta.
"Oi! Monkey King! Give it back!" Ryoma latched onto Atobe and reached for his can. Damn… why did he have to be so short?
The taller boy smirked and brought the can to his lips.
Except Ryoma had tripped at the last minute causing Atobe to loose balance.
And as a result, the diva's new tennis shirt was ruined.
"You..!" Atobe pointed at his boyfriend who had moved away in time before the Ponta got him.
Ryom gave Atobe an innocent look before pointing to himself, "Me? Why, Keigo, it was entirely your fault that my Ponta spilled on your shirt." He smirked; oh, sweet revenge…
Twitching, the diva stomped off and disappeared into his walk in closet.
Meanwhile, Ryoma plopped down onto Atobe comfy chair which was still warm since his lover had sat there a few minutes ago.
The boy groaned when a sudden realization hit him. That can of Ponta was the last one in this house... er mansion!
The closest Ponta machine was at the street courts, and that wasn't very close.
Pouting to himself, the boy sulked. Great… now he was stuck here without his Ponta and he had nothing to do.
That was until Ryoma spotted Atobe's glass of grapefruit juice.
The boy's hand twitched as he stared at the glass. Well, it wouldn't hurt to try, would it?
Picking up the glass, Ryoma took a big gulp right when Atobe came out and stood in front of the boy.
SPLAT!!
"Bleh! Gah! What is this stuff, Kei— Monkey King?!"
Atobe glared. "I already told you what it was. Grapefruit juice."
Ryoma froze and stared at the second stained shirt; he smirked. "Oops. Sorry Kei-chan."
"You…!"
"Me?" And the process of the 'I-am-innocent' act replayed itself.
Atobe sighed resignedly and took off his shirt. No way was he risking getting another of his beautiful tennis shirts ruined again.
"…Ne, Monkey King…"
"What?"
"Is grapefruit juice always that bitter and sour?"
Atobe felt a headache coming, "Stop! Just stop talking about drinks!"
"Why?" A smirk.
Atobe groaned.
Omake
"Atobe…" Poke.
Atobe twitched.
"Atobe…" Poke. Poke.
"What?" the Hyoutei king snapped at Gakuto.
"Why is your tennis shirt pink?"
Owari.
xD Eh, I lost inspiration halfway writing this, so sorry if it's a bit rough. Grapefruit juice… I'm drinking it right now. xD I know people that don't like it, so yeah…
I only proofread this twice. Sorry for any mistakes.
Now please review!
-Rain
First Unrevised Version 8.25.07