Title: Indicisive.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Akutagawa Jirou.
Prompt: 51. Water.
Word count: 488
Rating: Teen.
Summary: Tennis practice.
Standard disclaimer applies.
19/100
Jirou bounced to the school's tennis courts as the bell sounded for the first time that afternoon, he was feeling very high in spirits and could probably play tennis the remaining part of the day. Smiling to himself Jirou wondered briefly if someone had told his close friend Eiji about his meeting with Yukimura, so he wouldn't be alone when meeting the blue haired man. Jirou wondered if that someone might be Atobe Keigo, he bounced a few more steps humming a happy tune. Eiji and Oishi was certainly good friends, Jirou wondered how it would feel to be so close to someone that would know everything about you. Surely there was no one that could know everything but then again someone that knew what you wanted before you even told them. Like the evening before Eiji wanted to be alone with the strawberry blonde and Oishi somehow knew and just walked up a few steps to give them a moment to regroup and Jirou could get squished by the acrobat. Oishi seemed to be a really good friend to Eiji, Jirou suddenly wondered if he could be a friend of the black haired Seigaku regular. Arriving at the courts Jirou pushed all thoughts away, he was now going to do what Jirou did best. Sleep.
Jirou yawned as he was awoken by the fact that Kabaji just tossed him over his broad shoulders, surely on Atobe's orders. The strawberry blonde couldn't believe that Keigo had let him sleep through a whole training session. He relaxed over Kabaji's shoulder and said:
"Kabaji, I'm awake. You can let me down now."
"Uss." The huge man answered and gently hoisted the strawberry blonde down on the ground, Kabaji held on to the sleepy man while Jirou was gaining his balance and rubbing his tired eyes.
"Did Atobe tell you to carry me?" the strawberry blonde asked, and with a short nod he got his answer.
"Jirou. You are awake?" Keigo asked and looked at the big man still holding Jirou's arm to support the wobbly man.
"Mhm. It was such a nice nap." Jirou smiled and Keigo offered to support the sleepy man while Kabaji could go back to the changing rooms and take a well deserved shower.
"You should have woken me earlier." Jirou sighed and felt guilty that he didn't do as much as the others that day.
"No. You needed rest. The acrobat told me yesterday." Atobe said with a voice of concern.
"So it was you who called him." Jirou laughed and beamed of a grateful smile at the man.
"Ore-sama was concerned." Atobe admitted as they arrived at his white limousine.
"Thank you. I was relieved to have Eiji and Oishi there." The strawberry blonde said politely as they both entered the car.
"Water?" Atobe offered Hyotei's sleeping beauty from his car's mini bar.
"No thank you." Jirou smiled and relaxed in to the seat.
Title: Challange
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Akutagawa Jirou.
Prompt: 13. Yellow.
Word count: 955
Rating: Teen.
Summary: a tennis game.
Standard disclaimer applies.
20/100
Jirou walked the streets between his house and Hyotei, on his way home after a long and somewhat exhausting week. For three days straight he was out of it, still in his mind was the blue haired captain of Rikkai. Why couldn't Jirou get him out of his head? Why did everything seem so wrong, but yet so right?
He grunted softly when he crossed a busy street as the light turned green, he felt out of sorts. During the nights he couldn't sleep and yesterday he had received a message from Yukimura, once again. He still wanted to get together, alone and talk, well so he claimed. Jirou felt that he was sincere and honest but still something felt very wrong. He decided to give the captain one last chance and by doing so he could just hope that his kindness would not be taken advantage of.
They were supposed to meet once again at the street courts, because how much Jirou even dared to care about the captain he was still frightened by Sanada's words 'he has a fetish about sharp things'. But hence they were meeting in a place like the park, the courts or at a café, he did not dare to be left all alone with the captain of Rikkai, yet.
Today he had brought his casual clothes in a bag, he was thinking about hitting a few balls before meeting his 'date' for the evening. Soon he would be turning eighteen, he was going to be able to go out to bars and dance. That was something most people did not know about him, that he was a dancer. His parents had put him in a dance class when he was just a kid and that made him learn to use his feet correctly and gave him a push in the right directions when it came to footwork in tennis. Plus the fact that all girls love a man that can move the right way, hence dancing had been a good way to meet them. Jirou got there quickly, he was greeted by the sight of the former Seigaku regulars Inui, Kaidoh, Fuji and Tezuka it seemed that Inui was chasing Kaidoh with a water bottle. Fuji and Tezuka were talking at the side lines and just watching the poor Mamushi being chased all around the courts because he refused to drink from the silver coloured bottle.
"Fuji-kun. Tezuka-san." He greeted the two calmer persons and put down his bag.
"Ah, Jirou-san, long time no see." Fuji smiled like he used to.
"Akutagawa-san." Tezuka boomed shortly.
"Fuji-san, care to play a game?" Jirou asked and the tensai nodded, opening his blue eyes he accepted Jirou's challenge.
"Are you waiting for someone?" Fuji asked and waved shortly to Tezuka, Inui and Kaidoh who all were leaving.
"Mhm. I am. But I'm too nervous to be alone right now. And tennis is always a good distraction don't you agree?" Jirou smiled and a game began, who was going to be able to get the furry yellow ball over to the other side of the courts.
All the nervousness seemed to disappear when Jirou was playing, especially one of his favourite opponents, Seigaku's Fuji Syuuske, since the first time they had played against each other Jirou had been fascinated by the tensai's movements and how he always did things very gracefully. Then just watching the petite yet strong tensai as Fuji countered the smash that Jirou just hit, Higuma Ootoshi, the strawberry blonde turned on his heel and decided to go for returning the ball he knew he might be able to do it. He just needed to try, if he did it would surely be a success. He knew that the ball would be somewhere around the baseline preferably on the baseline, the accuracy of the tensai's shots were incredible. Jirou jumped after the ball horizontally and with a thump the fuzzy yellow thing bounced of his racket towards the net, while he himself landed hard on the ground the material digging in on his shoulder as he skidded when hitting the ground. Fuji was standing on the other side of the net totally stunned, someone had returned his counter, no one had ever returned his Higuma Ootoshi. Well Jirou had had a little practice with Oshitari but not to that extent. Jirou hissed, lifted the arm of the shirt and saw three little red stripes travelling down his shoulder and down his arm. Clutching it slightly he moved of the court with a short wave to his opponent, who joined him at the sidelines offering to clean up the wounds, with that trademark smile of his plastered on his face.
"That was amazing!" Jirou laughed and quickly hissed as Fuji cleaned the wound with a piece of cotton soaked in a non alcoholic cleansing fluid.
"It was. You returned my Higuma Ootoshi." Fuji admitted and put some antiseptic ointment on the little wounds, then finishing it off with a brown, boring, band aid on.
"So fun!" Jirou sighed and lay down on the grass next to the courts, followed by Fuji who sat down next to him gulping down some water. Even when gulping water the tensai was graceful.
"Who are you meeting?" Fuji asked looking down at the panting man.
"Yukimura, from Rikkai." Jirou huffed and stretched a very feline like manner.
"Then he is here. I'll leave you alone. Good luck." Fuji said and stretched out his hand, it was customary that you should shake hands with the one you have played a game against.
"Thanks for the game and the help." Jirou said politely raising his shoulder a little to show what he meant by the help.