Atobes: Past, Present, and Future
A/n: So I'm posting the first three together so you guys can taste my writing style and the characters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis
Keigo 1: Carry Me.
If there was one thing Keigo hated more then Marui Bunta and Jirou's obsession for him, it was Jirou's sleeping pattern. It wasn't unusual for events like this one to happen, when Jirou would fall asleep while waiting for him to finish up his work, and he's feel awfully ignored.
"Jirou wake up," Atobe stated trying to shake the blonde awake despite the huge pile of paperwork still left to be done, "We can leave now. I'll do the rest once I get you home."
"Mmm," Jirou answered half asleep, "Carry me Kei-chan."
"EH?" Atobe exclaimed his eyes wide, "You have two feet don't you?"
"Of course I do, but between suicides in gym and tennis practice my legs feel like jelly and I'm to sleep to move regardless," Jirou replied. Just to prove his point he stood up only for his legs to give out as he fell right back onto the couch.
"Fine, fine, fine," Atobe stated bending down so Jirou could climb onto his back. When Jirou was secured he kept one hand on Jirou's leg to keep him from falling despite the sleeping blondes legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and used the other to call his driver, "Can you come over to the club house? I need you to carry my papers since my hands are filled." When his driver replied that he'd be right there Atobe hung up and waited, moving around to get used to the feeling of the blonde on his back.
