DAS: Gomen nasai minnasan! -Bows- I know it's been a while since I last put up a story. I was a little busy and all. XD This is a little fluff story, first time doing ShishidoXOshitari. -Sweatdrop- Hope you enjoy it! -Smiles-

Shishido cursed and snatched his finger away from his locker, sticking it in his mouth. He took it out and examined it, seeing bright crimson oozing from the small gash.

"Stupid locker!" he growled bitterly, slamming it shut only to have the same finger get caught in the door.

"Ow!"

He pulled his finger out of the door now to see it bruised with shades of black, purple, and green. "Damn locker!"

"Now, now. Don't get frustrated at an inanimate object."

Shishido whirled around to see Oshitari standing behind him with a slight grin on his face. "Tsk, tsk," he wagged his finger.

"Che, don't lecture me," Shishido turned back around and picked up his tennis racket. He flinched when he gripped it with his injured finger and the racket dropped back onto the bench.

Shishido growled, attempting to pick up the racket again when his wrist was grabbed and he was forced to turn around. "You injured yourself?" Oshitari asked, looking at Shishido's finger.

"It's fine!" Shishido tried to pull his finger away but Oshitari's grip was strong.

"It's swollen and cut. Better go to the infirmary," Oshitari suggested. "No, it doesn't even hur — Ow! Why did you do that?!" Shishido shouted when Oshitari bent his finger. "See, it does hurt." "You didn't have to do that!" "Quit shouting," Oshitari said. "I'm not shouting! Now let go of my finger!" "Also, quit complaining. And don't say you're not because you are."

"Fine, just let go of my finger," Shishido said angrily.

"If you won't go to the infirmary then I know what will make it feel better," Oshitari smirked, raising up Shishisdo's finger.

He brought Shishido's finger to his lips and lightly kissed it.

Shishido jerked his hand from Oshitari. "What the hell was that for?!" There was a slight tint of red on his face.

"They always say a kiss makes it feel better."

"I'll wipe that smirk off your face."

Oshitari's smirk turned into a smug expression. "Does it feel better?"

"No."

"It doesn't?" Oshitari pretended to look hurt.

"It doesn't, now go away," Shishido was now facing the other direction, putting things in his bag while trying to avoid using his finger.

"Pity," Oshitari sighed while shrugging and walked away.

When Oshitari was gone Shishido stared at his finger in amazement and bent it. The pain was gone, the swelling went down, and the bruise seemed to be disappearing.

"Did that actually work?" he blinked. Then, shaking his head he picked up his racket. "It probably did that on its own," he muttered. But in such a short time? He glared at his locker.

"You're lucky I'm in a better mood," he said to it, poking it with his racket. He walked away, staring at his finger.

Maybe he should go to the infirmary, just to be on the safe side. It's not like he was doing what Oshitari had told him to do...

Or was it?

DAS: I know, it was short, wasn't it? I'll try to make my next story longer! -Determind pose- Anywho, criticism is accepted! I'm still accepting requests for stories, just need a pair and a prompt! Sankyuu! And please review! -Bows-