First the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, do you think I'd just be writing random fanfic about them? No, my work would be in each and every episode, paving the way for a butch of yaoi fun. So no I don't own them. No one in the US does.
"So you're sick of paying to watching shows drawn by people who seemed determined to screw up the time line? Great. We do it for free!" (Got that off of ClubJade, funny neh?) Well it should be needless to say this, because I said it in the summery, but incase you are a snail and forget stuff in three seconds all say it again. This is a YAOI fic (well not really its more shouenen ai, but as I can't spell that Yaoi will do) between two hot bishie guys. And any antiyaoi flamers give up all rights to their words, and have no say when I post up their flames to make fun of.
This is a FujiRyo fic, so if you don't like that pairing why are you here? Oh well I love you just that same. ][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]][][][][][][][][][[][][]] [][][][][][][][][][][
Of Beds And Floors
It should be needless to say that Ryoma Echizen is a person who likes to keep a steady cycle of sleep, and anyone who threatens to disrupt said cycle should be ready for retribution (although not necessarily swift retribution). Like if a person comes over to house ibeforei 8AM on a Sunday, they will most likely find themselves lucky enough to just be ignored. Come over before 7AM and Ryoma will probably decide that spreading nasty rumors around school about said person is the proper course of action. Before 6AM and said person will probably find himself in an animal crate marked 'fragile' being shipped to some small town in the middle of Africa sometime in the near future.
Apparently no one has informed Fuji of Ryoma's sleeping schedule, because at 5:30 on a Sunday, there was Fuji knocking on the door asking if he could "Play with Echizen" . All for the sake of team relations of course. What other reason could Fuji have for wanting to spend time with the youngest member of the regulars? Or at least, that was what he was telling Ryoma at 5:45, when Ryoma's dad finally got fed up with the steady knocking on the front door and let Fuji in just to shut him up, pointing in the direction of Ryoma's room with a glare at being woken that early.
"Inui has decided that you need help with playing doubles. Something about how you should have already gotten over being a ball hog and be able to play doubles. I volunteered, as any good upperclassman should when it comes to helping out the underclassmen." Fuji said, his ever present smile plastered onto his face despite it being early in the morning (infact he there was a gleeful twitch in his smile), and the fact that Ryoma was trying to burry him self under his mattress by going through it in the belief that if he ignored Fuji long enough, maybe he would magically disappear.
A faint mumble could just be heard, even through all the blankets. "Too early. Sleep. Go away."
Fuji's expression changed for a second, to one of annoyance, for how was he suppose to 'help' (coughcough aggravate coughcough) Ryoma if said fifteen year old wouldn't cooperate? The expression disappeared as his smile came back, but with a slightly wicked tint to it. Ryoma however, could not see it, so he would not know that this would be the time to start thinking about mailing ihimselfi to some small town in Africa, far, far away from Fuji.
"It IS a bit early to go train. We can go at 8 o'clock." A faint, but still happy sounding affirmative was heard in answer to Fuji.
Ryoma relaxed, falling into that state of being right before you actually get to sleep, when he heard his door click shut softly, assuming in his sleep fogged brain that Fuji had left.
And nearly fell off the bed. Would have in fact, if Fuji hadn't oh so nicely wrapped his arms around him to keep boy wonder from falling off and possibly hurting himself when Fuji had laid down next to Ryoma on the bed. (but still on top of the sheets, sigh) As it was he went from drowsy to mostly awake instantly.
"Fuji. MY bed. Get out." Ryoma was NOT amused with this development. Unlike Fuji who's eyes would have been dancing with amusement had they been open.
"We decided that we would not go out until 8 o'clock. And it would be a waste of time to go back home just to come back. And I can't do anything except sleep."
"Sleep on the ground then. And move your arm!" Poor Ryoma, all he wanted to do was go to sleep. Fuji's eyes opened, as he glanced down at his arm, opening wider in surprise to find that his arm was still around the younger boy. Then smirked in his own smiling way as he realized just what had Ryoma wriggling. His hand, on its own accord, (while Fuji's mind had been distracted at the prospect of teasing Ryoma) had decided to take advantage of its placement to start tracing the other boy's chest with little circles.
"No need to be selfish, if the circumstances were switched, I would gladly share my bed with you."
"I'm sure you'd just ilovei too," Ryoma mumbled, to softly for Fuji to hear, but was able to still get the gist of it. Louder Ryoma said, "I wouldn't go over to your house. I might be infected with the Fujidisease. Its like a plague, in that it just won't go away."
"I'm your guest. I'd be rude of you to have me sleep on the ground. And I always sleep better when with a teddy bear to hold onto. And you're just as good as one." To illustrate that fact, he snuggled against Ryoma as if he were a teddy bear, all the while with his lips twitching in self- satisfaction.
"Your not a guest, you're a menace. And I'm NOT a teddy bear!" Deciding that having his back turned to Fuji was a bad thing; he turned around in Fuji's grip, bringing up his hands to push against the other's chest. Fuji let him have his space. (Wouldn't want to scare the other boy off now would you Fuji?)
With the opportunity to think now that he had some space between him and Fuji, a question popped into Ryoma's head, one that hadn't occurred to him beforehand. "Why the hell are you even here? Besides harassing me?"
"I told you earlier why I was here." Fuji said, the look on his face turned totally innocent as he added "And what do you mean harass? I have a clear conscience."
Ryoma glared at the fake innocent expression, and said "I try to tune out people who need Prozac. And you having a clear conscience just means you have a bad memory." Ryoma looked at the clock, which read 6:15. "As good a time as any to get up." He mumbled to himself, then got up off the bed, "What was it you wanted?"
"Inui thinks you should become better at doubles. I got the job off doing it." Fuji said, getting out of bed too.
"Get out, I need to get dressed." Ryoma said, opening the door and pointing out.
"You know, speaking of cloths, Echizen, I have some cloths that I think would look good on you. I got them awhile ago, but they didn't fit." Fuji said as he walked toward the door.
"I don't fancy the stripper look, so no thanks." Ryoma said dryly. "I'll meet you down stares for breakfast."
"What do strippers have to do with me giving you cloths? I'll be back up if you aren't down in 10 min. Can't let it get to hot or we will get all isweatyi when we play together." Fuji said innocently as he walked out the door and shut it before Ryoma could answer.
As he walked toward the dining area, his usual smile was, and in its place was smug little grin now that he was safely out of Ryoma room, his eyes open. After all, if anyone were to see that grin on his face directed toward them, wouldn't they become alarmed and run away?
And nothing in Fuji's plans had an end result of Ryoma fleeing.
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Well what did you think? Incase you didn't guess within the first two lines of the story, this is my first Prince of Tennis fanfic (Notice how I told you after the story, not before..) and my 2nd fanfic in general. I'm more into drawing (but I don't have a scanner) but I liked this pairing and it was a fun story to write.
Anyway I have another story in the planning, and because I thought this story was a bit cliché for the pairing, I'm gonna make Ryoma be the one that 'pursues' Fuji. But because Fuji is the Seme of all semes (Sept for Sanada, who even scares ME, and makes me want to hide under the bed with a rifle ready. Or drool uncontrollably, cause he is Bishie eye candy) Fuji will still be the seme. It'll be like Sears, with there slogan "Come visit the softer side of Sears" (for those who don't know sears, it also has a guy section and has pretty much everything) but he will still be the Fuji we all know, love, and lust after. Hopefully. Although I might to do the 'Bus' trip one next... you know how Seigaku travels everywhere in a bus? Oh, and does there bus have a bathroom?
Oh yea before I forget, what did you think of Ryoma? He wasn't vary snarky in this story, but then, he just woke up and Ryoma not at his brightest in the morning.
Review if you want, not that me saying that makes any difference. Is anyone still reading? Did you know the Mircrosoft Word does not recognize snarky as a word?
Oh if you prefer to review on Live Jornal, I got one, and this will be going up there. The url is in my profile.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, do you think I'd just be writing random fanfic about them? No, my work would be in each and every episode, paving the way for a butch of yaoi fun. So no I don't own them. No one in the US does.
"So you're sick of paying to watching shows drawn by people who seemed determined to screw up the time line? Great. We do it for free!" (Got that off of ClubJade, funny neh?) Well it should be needless to say this, because I said it in the summery, but incase you are a snail and forget stuff in three seconds all say it again. This is a YAOI fic (well not really its more shouenen ai, but as I can't spell that Yaoi will do) between two hot bishie guys. And any antiyaoi flamers give up all rights to their words, and have no say when I post up their flames to make fun of.
This is a FujiRyo fic, so if you don't like that pairing why are you here? Oh well I love you just that same. ][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]][][][][][][][][][[][][]] [][][][][][][][][][][
Of Beds And Floors
It should be needless to say that Ryoma Echizen is a person who likes to keep a steady cycle of sleep, and anyone who threatens to disrupt said cycle should be ready for retribution (although not necessarily swift retribution). Like if a person comes over to house ibeforei 8AM on a Sunday, they will most likely find themselves lucky enough to just be ignored. Come over before 7AM and Ryoma will probably decide that spreading nasty rumors around school about said person is the proper course of action. Before 6AM and said person will probably find himself in an animal crate marked 'fragile' being shipped to some small town in the middle of Africa sometime in the near future.
Apparently no one has informed Fuji of Ryoma's sleeping schedule, because at 5:30 on a Sunday, there was Fuji knocking on the door asking if he could "Play with Echizen" . All for the sake of team relations of course. What other reason could Fuji have for wanting to spend time with the youngest member of the regulars? Or at least, that was what he was telling Ryoma at 5:45, when Ryoma's dad finally got fed up with the steady knocking on the front door and let Fuji in just to shut him up, pointing in the direction of Ryoma's room with a glare at being woken that early.
"Inui has decided that you need help with playing doubles. Something about how you should have already gotten over being a ball hog and be able to play doubles. I volunteered, as any good upperclassman should when it comes to helping out the underclassmen." Fuji said, his ever present smile plastered onto his face despite it being early in the morning (infact he there was a gleeful twitch in his smile), and the fact that Ryoma was trying to burry him self under his mattress by going through it in the belief that if he ignored Fuji long enough, maybe he would magically disappear.
A faint mumble could just be heard, even through all the blankets. "Too early. Sleep. Go away."
Fuji's expression changed for a second, to one of annoyance, for how was he suppose to 'help' (coughcough aggravate coughcough) Ryoma if said fifteen year old wouldn't cooperate? The expression disappeared as his smile came back, but with a slightly wicked tint to it. Ryoma however, could not see it, so he would not know that this would be the time to start thinking about mailing ihimselfi to some small town in Africa, far, far away from Fuji.
"It IS a bit early to go train. We can go at 8 o'clock." A faint, but still happy sounding affirmative was heard in answer to Fuji.
Ryoma relaxed, falling into that state of being right before you actually get to sleep, when he heard his door click shut softly, assuming in his sleep fogged brain that Fuji had left.
And nearly fell off the bed. Would have in fact, if Fuji hadn't oh so nicely wrapped his arms around him to keep boy wonder from falling off and possibly hurting himself when Fuji had laid down next to Ryoma on the bed. (but still on top of the sheets, sigh) As it was he went from drowsy to mostly awake instantly.
"Fuji. MY bed. Get out." Ryoma was NOT amused with this development. Unlike Fuji who's eyes would have been dancing with amusement had they been open.
"We decided that we would not go out until 8 o'clock. And it would be a waste of time to go back home just to come back. And I can't do anything except sleep."
"Sleep on the ground then. And move your arm!" Poor Ryoma, all he wanted to do was go to sleep. Fuji's eyes opened, as he glanced down at his arm, opening wider in surprise to find that his arm was still around the younger boy. Then smirked in his own smiling way as he realized just what had Ryoma wriggling. His hand, on its own accord, (while Fuji's mind had been distracted at the prospect of teasing Ryoma) had decided to take advantage of its placement to start tracing the other boy's chest with little circles.
"No need to be selfish, if the circumstances were switched, I would gladly share my bed with you."
"I'm sure you'd just ilovei too," Ryoma mumbled, to softly for Fuji to hear, but was able to still get the gist of it. Louder Ryoma said, "I wouldn't go over to your house. I might be infected with the Fujidisease. Its like a plague, in that it just won't go away."
"I'm your guest. I'd be rude of you to have me sleep on the ground. And I always sleep better when with a teddy bear to hold onto. And you're just as good as one." To illustrate that fact, he snuggled against Ryoma as if he were a teddy bear, all the while with his lips twitching in self- satisfaction.
"Your not a guest, you're a menace. And I'm NOT a teddy bear!" Deciding that having his back turned to Fuji was a bad thing; he turned around in Fuji's grip, bringing up his hands to push against the other's chest. Fuji let him have his space. (Wouldn't want to scare the other boy off now would you Fuji?)
With the opportunity to think now that he had some space between him and Fuji, a question popped into Ryoma's head, one that hadn't occurred to him beforehand. "Why the hell are you even here? Besides harassing me?"
"I told you earlier why I was here." Fuji said, the look on his face turned totally innocent as he added "And what do you mean harass? I have a clear conscience."
Ryoma glared at the fake innocent expression, and said "I try to tune out people who need Prozac. And you having a clear conscience just means you have a bad memory." Ryoma looked at the clock, which read 6:15. "As good a time as any to get up." He mumbled to himself, then got up off the bed, "What was it you wanted?"
"Inui thinks you should become better at doubles. I got the job off doing it." Fuji said, getting out of bed too.
"Get out, I need to get dressed." Ryoma said, opening the door and pointing out.
"You know, speaking of cloths, Echizen, I have some cloths that I think would look good on you. I got them awhile ago, but they didn't fit." Fuji said as he walked toward the door.
"I don't fancy the stripper look, so no thanks." Ryoma said dryly. "I'll meet you down stares for breakfast."
"What do strippers have to do with me giving you cloths? I'll be back up if you aren't down in 10 min. Can't let it get to hot or we will get all isweatyi when we play together." Fuji said innocently as he walked out the door and shut it before Ryoma could answer.
As he walked toward the dining area, his usual smile was, and in its place was smug little grin now that he was safely out of Ryoma room, his eyes open. After all, if anyone were to see that grin on his face directed toward them, wouldn't they become alarmed and run away?
And nothing in Fuji's plans had an end result of Ryoma fleeing.
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Well what did you think? Incase you didn't guess within the first two lines of the story, this is my first Prince of Tennis fanfic (Notice how I told you after the story, not before..) and my 2nd fanfic in general. I'm more into drawing (but I don't have a scanner) but I liked this pairing and it was a fun story to write.
Anyway I have another story in the planning, and because I thought this story was a bit cliché for the pairing, I'm gonna make Ryoma be the one that 'pursues' Fuji. But because Fuji is the Seme of all semes (Sept for Sanada, who even scares ME, and makes me want to hide under the bed with a rifle ready. Or drool uncontrollably, cause he is Bishie eye candy) Fuji will still be the seme. It'll be like Sears, with there slogan "Come visit the softer side of Sears" (for those who don't know sears, it also has a guy section and has pretty much everything) but he will still be the Fuji we all know, love, and lust after. Hopefully. Although I might to do the 'Bus' trip one next... you know how Seigaku travels everywhere in a bus? Oh, and does there bus have a bathroom?
Oh yea before I forget, what did you think of Ryoma? He wasn't vary snarky in this story, but then, he just woke up and Ryoma not at his brightest in the morning.
Review if you want, not that me saying that makes any difference. Is anyone still reading? Did you know the Mircrosoft Word does not recognize snarky as a word?
Oh if you prefer to review on Live Jornal, I got one, and this will be going up there. The url is in my profile.