August 27, 2007 to August 28, 2007 (REFORMATTED May 1, 2010)
Disclaimers: I do not own any part whatsoever of Prince of Tennis.
Summary: [PROMPT: THE 'TALK' BUTTON ON THE PHONE] The phone can be so addicting at times. And the bills are such a fuss. Enjoy! And don't forget to review please!
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Hello?
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"…and just in case you get lost or whatever, you can contact Ore-sama," rambled Atobe Keigo as he fluffed his hair dramatically, the other hand holding a brand new cell phone. Echizen only stared right at the wall behind his boyfriend, his eyes blinking in confusion as he pretended to pay attention. Keigo woke him up from his trance when entrusting the other phone.
"Have fun using it, brat," he said with finality, and strode out of the room, leaving behind a clueless Echizen Ryoma.
The freshman was sleeping peacefully in the middle of the night, dreaming of finally succeeding in beating his father at tennis. He was about to unleash his greatest, newest move…
Tri…la…la…ring…tri…
Echizen stirred from his dream, slightly annoyed. He snapped his cell phone on to see the caller ID. Stupid Keigo, thought Ryoma, and he hung up on his boyfriend before pulling the covers back over his body. Once again, his cell phone rang and he ignored it. That is, until his father stormed into his room and slammed the door open.
"Ryoma! Shut that phone up or do I have to throw it away?!"
"Alright!" yelled Ryoma as he threw a pillow at the doorway, the pillow hitting the door. He picked it up and pressed the green button before answering, "Hello! What do you want, Keigo?!"
"Ore-sama is having a really bad hair day when he sleeps! It is not silky and smooth like how long hair would cascade down a woman's back!"
"You called me just for that? And are you perverted or something? Goodnight, and don't call again." He hung up and placed it on silent, grumbling as he slumped back to sleep.
Echizen did not have a good sleep at all. No, he didn't. Because his cell phone kept on vibrating even though it was on silent. So he turned it off completely and threw it onto the floor.
"Echizen! Ore-sama just drooled on his pillow! I must be having what that's illness again; I forget… But Echizen, there must be something wrong with me! I may be sick, or something!"
"I know what's wrong with you," answered Echizen, sighing.
"What is it? Ore-sama demands to know!"
"You've become an idiot."
"What! Ore-sama can never become an idiot!"
"Well," said the boy as he smirked over the phone, "you've just become one."
"Oh. My. God. You are not serious, are you, brat?"
"I'm dead serious, Keigo. So the only way to cure that is to never call me again. Good night."
"Ah, Ore-sama sees now. So Ore-sama won't call you – Echizen!"
Later, at the end of the month, Atobe received the monthly bills. He tore open another envelope which enclosed the cell phone bills.
"Huh? Ore-sama never made three hundred fifty-one calls in one day, did he? And they're all voice messages too."
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Owari
A/N: Prompted by awintea, dedicated to Dudly! Awin-chan's prompt was hard…until I realized I had to dedicate something for Dudly. Because she loved AtoRyo so much, I might as well write something about phones with them, huh? xDPlease review and give me any feedback! I am very happy to be criticized because there is always room for improvement. Arigatou!
Ja ne, and I do not own any part of Prince of Tennis!