Title: Ore-sama can Spell!

Author: VioletKisses~

Summary: Ryoma tests Atobe's spelling skills. Can Atobe really spell? Find out.

Disclaimer. I do not own POT 'cause if i did, i'd make it a yaoi series! hahahaha~

ENJOY READING. i hope you do T.T

Ore-sama can Spell!

Atobe Keigo, Hyotei Gakuen's captain, was sulking. Yes, his highness is sulking. S-U-L-K-I-N-G, sulking. Oh wait, did I already mention that Atobe is sulking? Oh, I guess I did. My bad. Ha-ha. But, once again, let me announce that the King is sulking.

Echizen Ryoma sighed as he watched his lover's sulking form. He really did not anything to Atobe, swear. So, why the hell was he sulking? "Monkey king, stop sulking."

Atobe looked at his prince defiantly. "If you must know, brat, Ore-sama is not sulking. Ore-sama simply does not want to talk to you."

"Hmmmm, but aren't you talking to me now?"

"No, I'm not!"

"See? You're doing it again."

Atobe glared….but then ended at pouting at his lover's blank stare. Why can't Ryoma be more expressive? Ore-sama is sad, very sad. Ore-sama just wants Ryoma's attention. Inner Atobe cried at the thought.

Ryoma chuckled, taking a sip from his ponta. Heh, Keigo looks so adorable…..ugh, wait. Rewind. Did I just think that Monkey king is cute? No way! Noooooooo waaa-

"Brat, Ore-sama knows what you're thinking."

"Yo-you do?" Ryoma choked.

"Of course. Ore-sama is psychic, you know. P-H-S-Y-C-H-I-C."

Ryoma tried to hide his laugh. Psychic, my ass. "Eeeeh, so psychics can't even spell, huh? How lame."

"Wh-what?" Atobe asked, his purple eyes wide from shock. "H-how can you accuse Ore-sama of such impossible thing? If you must know, Ore-sama is the best speller in his class!"

"Oh really? Because the last time I checked Webster's, Psychic was spelled as P-S-Y-C-H-I-C."

"Oh," Atobe flushed. "O-ore-sama knows that. He was just…just testing you. Yeah, Ore-sama was just testing your spelling skills! Be grateful, brat." Atobe finished with newly-found confidence.

Ryoma looked at Hyote's captain in disbelief. Where the hell does he get his confidence from?

"Why don't you spell 'minuscule' then, Atobe-sama." Ryoma dared as inner Ryoma's smirk grew wider.

"hmmm, what an easy word to spell, brat. Can't you give Ore-sama something harder?" Atobe asked, raising a questioning brow at his lover.

"No? Hmmm, here i go then. Let's see….Ughh, M….I….N….ughh, do I really have to spell, brat?"

"Of course you do." Ryoma replied.

Atobe growled…beautifully. Ugh, yeah. Atobe growled beautifully(Is that even possible?) "Fine, Ore-sama will spell for you. Be awed by my intelligence! M-I-N…..U-S-C….U…L-E! HA-HA. Take that, brat! Are you now awed by Ore-sama's intelligence?"

Ryoma started to walk away. Damned, how does he know to spell that? I can't even get that right. That monkey so damned lucky. Tskk.

"Brat! Don't you dare walk away from Ore-sama!"

"Mada mada dane, Monkey King."

"And stop calling Ore-sama with that hideous name. It does not fit with Ore-sama's beauty!"

Ryoma rolled his eyes then started to walk away, leaving behind a sulking Atobe.

"Ryooomaaa!~ Why do you have to be so cold? W-H-Y?"

And so, as you can see, another day of word fighting began.

THE END.

Author's note: OHMY. did you like it? or hate it? please comment, puh-leassee~! And creative criticism will be very much appreciated.

Awww, I really think i failed again T.T

-Violetkisses~