Disclaimer: Despite how much I adore Tezuka and Ryoma and all the other tennis players, the amount of money I have will never give me the rights to own TeniPuri.
Sand
By Shattered Glass of Frost
"Are you okay?"
"Hn."
Momoshiro stopped at the voices of his bochou and Echizen. They were just around the corner and for some reason, Momoshiro didn't continue walking and just leaned against the wall. He glanced down at the ground, noting the shadows of the two Regulars projected by the sun.
"Did I hurt you?" The voice paused. "Did I…cause you any pain?"
"Iie."
The tall tennis player saw the head of the shadow move, probably Echizen shaking his head.
Tezuka's voice was heard again. "Are you sure?" It was obvious from his tone of the voice that the buchou was not convinced, and perhaps was near frowning.
What came afterwards though scared him. He saw the shadow of Tezuka move closer to Echizen. The ochibi of the group titled his head up…while Tezuka's head leaned closer towards him…until the two heads of the shadow touched! Momo felt his face getting warmer. They weren't doing what he thinks they were doing right? There were no noises that suggested that matter...yet…. He shook his head furiously…this can't be happening…this was Echizen Ryoma and Tezuka Kunimitsu! They don't just…do that all of a sudden…right?
Momoshiro turned abruptly, wanting to get away from the spot he was rooted to. Unfortunately, he kicked a pot of plant that conveniently happened to be beside his foot. He swore under his breath.
"Who is it?"
The spiky-haired player turned towards the corner and faced the other tennis players. It was as if he couldn't disobey the voice of his buchou and showed himself.
Tezuka and Ryoma wes close to each other, but not as close as the shadows previously showed they were. "What is it, Momoshiro?"
Being asked the question, Momoshiro shifted his feet uncertainly. A silence feel over the three. Then, "Are you okay, Ryoma?" he blurted out.
Ryoma raised an eyebrow at the question. "What do you mean, Momo-senpai?"
"I…I heard…Buchou asking you whether are not…you were okay…so I thought…" He stumbled over his own words, uncomfortable under Tezuka's eyes, which were close to giving a glare. Was Tezuka mad at him for eavesdropping that long?
The young player waved his hand warily. "I'm fine, Momo-senpai. I just got sand in my eye, that's all."
"Oh." Another pregnant pause. "Why did Buchou ask if he hurt you then?"
Pointing at a forgotten racket on the ground, Ryoma said, "He was the one who caused the wind, lifting the sand."
"Oh."
Ryoma smirked at his senpai. "What were you thinking about, senpai?"
Momoshiro flushed and waved his hands in defence. "Nothing! Nothing!" He wanted to ask whether or not Echizen was leaving with him on his bike on not, but yet he felt that this was not the time to ask. Therefore, he gave a slight bow before leaving the two behind.
He never did end up taking his kouhai back to his home.
Later that night while doing his homework, a thought suddenly flashed across his mind.
There was no sand near the school tennis courts…
Author's Note: Wah! My first drabble/short one-shot for PoT! Actually, does this count as a drabble? I can never remember the proper definition for it…oh well….it is my first TeniPuri fic. The idea just came to me. I have no idea whether something similar was written as I have no time to go through every single fic in the category (all 76 pages of it)…therefore anything similar is a coincidence and was not intentional! Was Ryoma lying or telling the truth? I'll leave it up to your imagination…laughs evilly… Please review!