Because I could not stop for death, here's 'Rule of 132', the romance drabble series that quite frankly, needs to just roll over and die! Now that you've had your moment of nihilism, it's time to do the next pairing. It's T.K. and Joe.
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(Chapter 10- HORSE or HOARSE: TK and Joe)
It is no surprise to see the high school senior T.K. Takashi after school, playing on the basketball courts. What is a very big and unexpected surprise is seeing Joe Kido right there with him, in proper basketball attire.
Joe's attire is, as he himself puts it, 'a cross between Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and Kurt Rambis', as he wore prescription goggles over his eyes, and a headband over hair that over the years had gotten significantly longer. He was also wearing a classic jersey of another spectacled player of the game, George Mikan, often considered to be the NBA's original center.
In actuality, they play every Wednesday afternoon, which is when both are out of school for the day. This Wednesday T.K. greets Joe, but Joe notices something 'off' with T.K.'s greeting.
"T.K., what happened to your voice?" Joe asks with concern.
"Oh, it's nothing," T.K. assures, but it is obviously not nothing, as T.K.'s voice was strained just trying to get those three words out of his mouth.
"T.K., if you lost your voice, and this is just the opinion of a doctor in training, I don't think that you should be out here. You ought to be home resting, and you shouldn't be talking, at all."
"Joe?" T.K. says, almost like a child's voice breaking, "I promise you, I'm fine. Now are we gonna play 'H-O-R-S-E' or what?"
Joe rolls his eyes at T.K.'s stubbornness, and decides to give his blonde-haired friend an ultimatum right to his face. "Listen. We aren't playing jack if you can't guarantee me that you are all right. All right?" T.K. simply nods, and Joe goes over to his duffel bag, pulling out a tongue depressor and a mini flashlight. Joe then returns to T.K. with these materials.
"Open your mouth," Joe orders. T.K. doesn't argue. Joe sees and analyzes the problem, and comes to the conclusion that T.K. has no business on the court today. He tells him just that, and says, "just go home and rest. We'll play next week."
"Joe. You don't have anything that can help me get better now than advice to just get some rest?" Joe sighs deeply, and suddenly kisses T.K. on the mouth. It was quick and Joe immediately pulled away upon making contact with T.K.
"What the hell was that?" T.K. demands in the form of a question, though he sounded a lot like a frog doing it.
"What?" Joe retorts, almost to the point of being flabbergasted, but still with a sly smile on his face. "You're mother didn't kiss your boo-boos and make them feel better as a kid?"
A/N: Another trip to weirdsville with this one. I hope you like it, cause this time; I'm not sure about it. This pairing gets the name Julius Erving Shipping, because Julius Erving's nickname in the NBA was 'Doctor (or Dr.) J', and that's what connects Joe and T.K.
Every 11th drabble in this series, I will give my readers a break from racking their heads and staying up until five in the morning trying to figure out the next pairing. I will actually tell you that the pairing for the next drabble is Joe and Izzy, but be forewarned that until the 22nd drabble comes along; you will only get hints aplenty from Rave The Rich. Stay tuned, because number 11 is coming very soon! Read and review, folks!