Tennis Racquet
"Why pick this particular type of thing? Wouldn't it be better to get something he likes again?"
"Oh? And do you want to be the one following him around to find out more things that he likes?"
"Well it's just ... Atobe, I'm sure he could pick this type of thing out on his own."
"And I, Oresama, can pick it better."
The blue haired teen sighed, running his hand through his hair with frustration. Oshitari probably would have better luck following Ryoma around again for a day to find out more of his interests. Not that he'd tell Atobe that.
Really, he'd just wish Atobe would stop being a twit about this and tell the stupid brat straight out. Not that he'd tell Atobe that either.
Sneakers squeaking against the tennis court rang throughout the empty lot. No one was here, again, so Ryoma took advantage of it and decided to practice with a wall. They were some basics he hadn't done in awhile, hitting the same exact spot on a wall. Nothing hard.
It was so soothing, the peaceful quiet. He was honestly surprised nothing had disturbed him that day -
"Oi! Echizen brat!"
- Ryoma deadpanned, faltering in his hit, and missing the spot. And so he spoke too soon. He watched as the ball bounced back and stop near the owner's voice. Regrettably, he turned around to face the voice. Sometimes, Ryoma just wanted to know how it was that the stupid Monkey King would always find him. Was he being stalked? (Somehow, the idea amused him.)
"Oi, you listening? I said this is for you."
The younger snapped out of his thoughts. This? What's this? Ryoma decided to pay attention and found his eyes meeting ... a wrapped up tennis racquet?
Atobe chucked it into the smaller boy's hands and stood back, smirking, awaiting a reaction.
Ryoma blinked once, looked down to the racquet in his hand, blinked again, and looked back up at Atobe. The boy was confused. "What is this leading to?"
To what was Echizen referring to? The racquet or the generous gifts he had been giving him? Which Atobe slowly was beginning to feel was wasted. But what more could he say? Atobe dropped his tennis gear to the ground, pulling out a racquet of his own. "To a tennis match, brat."
"But then what's the racq-"
Atobe smiled a little. He was getting more than his cold, distant, one worded answers. "For the match obviously. Think of it as my challenge to you. A handicap. Look, I'm even using the same one."
Ryoma gave Atobe one of his blank looks again. Had the Monkey taken a blow to the head? His intentions weren't clear to him. Nothing about this made sense. If he wanted a match, he could have just ask. "Fine." Ryoma sat his things down that he prepared to leave with.
"Great." Just great! He gotten Ryoma to accept one of his gifts finally.
"Oh, that late?"
"W-wait what? Just what are you doing, you brat!" Atobe watched, irked once again, as Ryoma began packing his things to leave. "We have a match?" He waved his racquet wildly.
"Mmm, later. Karupin's waiting." He waved Atobe a farewell with the still neatly wrapped racquet.
Atobe stood there, dumbfounded. "Karupin?" He tried to match the name with a face. Except no human face came to mind, but rather a fuzzy, furry one he recalled seeing near the boy's home. He couldn't be talking about that cat he owns? But then that meant ...
"He ditched me for a cat?"
Author Note:
Surprise surprise? An update. oAo Who was expecting this? Not me. This update was merely a whim. I was about to not do it and just go to bed. Lol. Then I began to reread this and think, "Aww how cute." And unlike my other fanfictions, everything is perfectly written out in summary so all I have to do is expand on it ... so I thought, what a waste and began to type and now you have your chapter three~
Um, I dunno, enjoy? And perhaps you'll see a chapter 4 soon. (There's only 5 chapters by the way~ Maybe 6 if I throw in an extra I just thought up.)
To those who still are following me for that silly old Ouran fic, but sorry, unless I do the major revamp I've thought of doing, I'm not that touching that story again. Sorrrryy~
-Samayo