Title: Hanabi
Pairing
: slight AtobexJirou, implied other pairs.
Rating
: PG (?)
Disclaimer
: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
Notes
: Errr its a bit random in places. And may or may not make sense. I knew how I wanted to end it, just not how to get there. -__-;; Un-beta-ed... Oh and quite possibly OOC.

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A loud sigh escaped the lips of Atobe Keigo as he stared up at the sky from his mansion's balcony. He watched as the different colours and lights danced across the dark back ground; the booms echoing over the land. Of course, Atobe could not see the particular joy in watching fire works. To him it just seemed down right dull. Sure a lot of time and planning has to go into said light show to make sure it doesn't explode in to chaos, but still. He didn't see the point of it. Not even a little.

His dark eyes flicked over to the tennis team that also occupied the balcony each holding a different reaction. Mukahi was sitting on top of the railing and if it had not been for Oshitari's arm gripped tightly around his waist, he probably would have fallen off. Obviously the blue haired tensai did not trust his doubles partner to not get too into the fire works and stay balanced on the railing. Shishido also sat on the railing, but his back was leaning against the wall closest to the open door. His eyes however, were not on the light show in the sky but on his tall silver haired partner who stood next to him. Ootori was looking at the fire works, a faint smile on his face. The fact that the second years arm was wrapped around Shishido's waist did not miss Atobe's eye sight either. Both Kabaji and Hiyoshi were standing by themselves, watching the illuminations quietly. With another sigh, Atobe turned his attention to the person beside him, Akutagawa Jirou and the sight made him breathless.

For once, the volley specialist was awake. But it wasn't one of Jirou's usual 'bounce around like a sugar high five year old' type of awake. It was a more sub-dued kind of excitement. His eyes were bright and full of wonder and amazement. Almost as if he couldn't believe what his own eyes were showing him. As if he was still in a dream. As the colour's changed in the sky, so did the colour of Jirou's skin. It went from blue to red to green to yellow, each colour lighting up a different way on Jirou's face. The lights created different patterns and sequences depending on which fire work was being fired off. Jirou's lips were spread slightly, the smile growing as each boom sounded into the night. His strawberry blond head turned slightly, his amber eyes meeting Atobe's dark ones momentarily.

"Amazing isn't it?" Jirou said. His eyes seemed to sparkle more than the fire works above.

Atobe could only nod his head slowly before Jirou's attention was once more captured by the hanabi lighting the sky above. Atobe blinked slightly as he continued to stare at Jirou, watching the fire works play off of his face. Maybe, Atobe thought, Maybe I do like fire works after all.

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And thaaarrr you have it. Its kind of a new years story... but kinda not... I just like fire works... -.-;; Thats allll. R&R if you want. Anything cirtique-like is helpful and will probably make me write more. xD