Title: The Target - a "Prince of Tennis" fanfiction
Originally Written: August 23, 2010 at 12:53 and August 30, 2010 at 21:06
Pairing(s): Fuji Syuusuke x Echizen Ryoma
Disclaimer: Original Story and Characters Copyrighted by Konomi Takeshi
Warnings: Slight hints of shounen-ai. If you don't know what that means, please click the "Back" button.
It was a given. After meeting and getting to know the tensai (in a friendly but more like scared-to-death / terrified way), everyone knew to be wary of him - especially when he would pull a trick out of his bottomless bag of pranks with a "harmless" smile.
Well, everyone but one person knew enough to avoid the mischievous manipulator - it seemed like he either didn't know or didn't care about the danger he was putting himself in with his blatent obviousness.
Eiji and Momo were willing to bet that a combination of the two explained Ryoma's behavior around Fuji. Especially after what happened.
It started innocently enough.
Ryoma would enter the clubroom after afternoon tennis practice and find a rose resting on his uniform. At first he threw them away but after he started receiving roses with thorns Ryoma learned to take the roses home.
He never heard the end of it from his father - the pervert asked why the girl was courting Ryoma instead of the other way around before asking when he would bring back this girl. She had better be hot, he would say before turning to his magazines hidden behind the newspaper, muttering - it's about time that boy got a girlfriend.
Ryoma would growl in annoyance at his father's antics over the roses, so he was relieved when they stopped.
Only to be replaced by chocolate.
Ryoma did not particularly like chocolate one way or another, so he did not protest when Eiji stole the chocolate. He didn't look to see him eat it, prefering to put his racket away instead.
He did notice when Momo cried out in horror, shouting about spicy and wanting water before running out of the room.
After that, Ryoma treated the chocolates carefully, but he never warned anyone when they flitched the candies. He loved watching with a smirk as they ate them.
But the chocolates soon stopped after a few weeks.
Ryoma did not care in particular, but he was sad to see his entertainment gone. That unibrowed freshman never seemed to learn.
Maybe he was tired of hiding his identity or maybe he just wanted his antics acknowledged. But everyone turned their heads when Ryoma suddenly ran out of the tennis courts, a Ponta can spilling grape soda on the ground at the feet of a smiling Fuji.
Everyone shuddered as they watched a slightly damp Ryoma walking back into the courts, scowling at the unperturbed tensai. He had found a new target...
Authoress's Note: This story didn't go the way I wanted it to when I first came up with the story concept, but I lost track of what I had in mind when I came back to the story a few days after writing the introduction...
Please let me know if the order of the "gifts" is appropriate - I thought it might have been better if I had made the wasabi chocolates first, the roses next, and wasabi-ed Ponta (around the opening) last.
On a more personal note: to those who follow me, I apologize for not posting a story last week - I had no internet access. Even today it was chancy whether or not I would get internet access because the server was down the last time I had turned on my laptop. Luckily, I could connect to the network.
One last note - I have another fanfiction for "Prince of Tennis" written - now that I look at it, it's like a sequel to this fanfiction, so I'll probably type it up sometime soon.