A Prince of Tennis fanfic.
Alpha Pair a.k.a. SanaYuki
Story: I Am Cupid - Chapter 1
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.
Author's note: Hmm... hope you like it.
Btw, it's only rated T because of future chapters, where coarse language and sexual innuendos will be present - especially in Niou's dreams.
Also, the name "Alpha" is made up by me, because so far, I haven't seen a pairing name for SanaYuki and it's so unfair for them not to have one.
Enjoy and... reviews please
Chapter.1 - Love Letter
Dear Genichirou,
I love it when I can see myself in your beautiful hazel orbs. But what I love even more is the feeling of your lips crushing on top of mine when we're alone in the change rooms. My body aches for yours - if I can't touch you soon I think I'm going to start screaming laps and push-ups even more than I normally do! Meet me behind the equipment shed after today's afternoon practice. Be there. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, right?
Love,
Your Seiichi.
P.S. I love you.
P.P.S. Niou wasn't the one who blew up the ball machine, Akaya was.
The head cheerleader read the words on the piece of paper she picked up from the ground. She confirmed that the handwriting was indeed Yukimura's as a tear slid down her flushing cheeks. "P.S. I love you" echoed on the silent tennis courts. Marui swallowed his gum, Kirihara screamed, Jackal fainted, Yanagi opened his eyes, Yagyuu choked and Niou disappeared (to throw up, perhaps) and most cheerleaders - male and female - started sobbing.
Amongst the chaos, the door to the change rooms swung open and Rikkai's buchou and fukubuchou walked out, engaged in conversation. Yukimura turned to the courts for a brief second, shouting for everyone to warm up with 10 laps, before his attention returned to Sanada again. But both of them frowned after no one obeyed the instructions and diverted their attention to the club members. They saw the terrified, disappointed and shocked expressions on the paralysed faces and instantly, their smiles were wiped off completely.
"10 laps, I say!" Yukimura growled.
No one responded.
"20 laps!"
Still no one responded.
Sanada stole a glance at Yukimura and tried to help by roaring at the top of his lungs, "50 laps NOW!"
Finally, everyone seemed to regain consciousness, and awakening from their traumatized state, they stared at their leaders emptily. Sanada cocked his head to the side, oblivious and unable to understand the situation. Yukimura surveyed the courts calmly - although a little puzzled - before proceeding to the head cheerleader, taking the note out of her hand. He read it silently and emotionlessly, and then announced with a loud voice, "Sanada and I are NOT gay!"
Everyone stirred to life then, and Marui, placing a piece of green-apple flavoured gum in his mouth, asked, "really?"
"Really!" Yukimura rolled his eyes, "now, everyone, 10 laps." Everyone sprung to their feet and ran off while Yukimura watched on, the corner of his lips curled up. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something very important, his smile disappeared. Tilting his head towards the sky, he shouted into the air, "surrender yourself!" Heads turned as they heard the sudden, strange words and wondered if their buchou was referring to them, but Yukimura dismissed them with a wave of his hand, ushering them to finish their laps.
"I'll add 100 laps!" Yukimura shouted once more, causing heads to turn again.
"Are you okay, buchou?" Kirihara was the first to finish - in an attempt to impress Yukimura - and was a little frightened at Yukimura's crazy antics.
But Yukimura ignored him, instead digging his hand into his kouhai's pocket - causing Kirihara's brief, misleading thought concerning whether his buchou was indeed homosexual - and took out a tennis ball. "Your racquet, Akaya," Yukimura said softly and took the racquet that was passed over. Yukimura bounced the ball for a few times with the racquet before shouting, "Bunta, Yagyuu, move!" He threw the ball high into the air and smashed it down with a murderous force towards the rose bush 20 metres away.
"OUCH!" There was a groan behind the bush, followed by a dull thud.
"Akaya, will you drag your dear Niou-senpai out of that bush?" It was a polite request, yet obvious that it was a command. Kirihara sprinted hurriedly towards the bush and moments later, Niou laid on the ground in front of Yukimura, twigs sticking in every direction out of his dirty hair. His head hung apologetically as Yukimura pulled him up, displaying to everyone the consequence of crossing his buchou: a big, red bump right in the centre of his forehead.
"Are you going to punch him?" Marui asked. Niou shot him a dirty look.
"Oh no," Yukimura chuckled, "that's Sanada fukubuchou's job." The courts were silent once again. Everyone held their breaths as Yukimura walked away, leaving Niou in Sanada's jurisdiction.
"Do whatever you want," Yukimura said, leading the regulars towards Court A, "just don't kill him. Oh, and he was the one who blew up the ball machine on Monday."
"I'll take care of it," Sanada nodded.
Niou considered his circumstances and doubted if his situation could be worse. Maybe he should have added something like "I'll meet you in bed" in that love letter. It wouldn't have added much more pain than he was about to receive (as it was probably already so close to death) but it would definitely damage Yukimura and Sanada's heterosexual reputation significantly. He wished Sanada wouldn't obey and agree with Yukimura so easily, especially in terms of punishment. But it was probably hard for Yukimura's obedient little whore not to obey his lover.
"What?" Sanada grabbed Niou's collar as he heard the title Niou dubbed him.
"Did I say that out loud?" Niou asked and was answered with an icy glare. Sanada's lips were set in a firm line as he raised his clenched fist - not an open palm for a slap - and stared at the white-haired trickster. "Oops." That was the last thing Niou said and remembered before a heavy fist ran across his face, knocking out his consciousness forcefully.
Continued.
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