Heh, my first PoT fic, and well, my first fic in over a year. Hope I stay inspired for this one! Oh and I warn you now, I've had few chances to get real grasps on the Hyotei team members outside of chibi episodes. I actually have never seen Atobe talk, so my idea of him is the exaggerated one from fics (which I don't read many of either..). Ah well, I hope they're not too OOC! Anyway, I don't own Prince of Tennis.. or Atobe.. or any of the few members of Hyotei team mentioned in this chapter. Though I do own Atobe's frilly pink shirt of doom! *laughs maniacally*
Warning: Some OOC, yaoi suggestions and/or pairings, Atobe being a prick, Random Insanity
~ = p.o.v change
Atobe opened his locker in the Hyotei locker room. A familiar smirk dawned upon his face as he picked up his usual pile of a dozen or so love letters. He flipped quickly through them, paying no attention to the all-too-uncreative "you're so beautiful" and "please love me! I am not worthy" letters before he paused at a slightly more direct one. It was a short message printed on a blank card, and did not contain the sender's name. It read somewhere along the lines of "I want to make hot man-love to you. Your uke ass is mine!"
Unfazed Atobe simply tucked the card into his shirt pocket and proceeded to throw the rest into the nearby trash bin. Too bad he had arrived late today, how he enjoyed reading his proclamations of love in front of his fellow team mates. Sadly he had spent more than his usual half hour styling his hair. He had been horrified to find that, when styled, a few stray hairs where out of place. Of course he had immediately scheduled a hair cut, but he would have to wait until the lunch hour.
Now don't get the wrong idea, Atobe wasn't usually this concerned with his appearance. It was alright if his fellow team mates saw this obvious atrocity, he had been through thick and thin with them. No, he was taking extra care because today was a special event. An event that could not tolerate him being anything but perfect.
Today, the Seigaku and Fudomine regulars where coming to have a mock tournament in Hyotei's superior facilities. The old women at Seigaku had made some kind of agreement with Fudomine that this would be an opportunity to practice their tennis skills, since there where no immediate competitions to insure they stay in tip top form. Or something along those lines. Atobe could not tolerate the idea of Tachibana getting a second chance to challenge Tezuka while he did not. (Even there seems to be no evidence that Tezuka has played against Tachibana, I'm now making it so! *maniacal laughter*)
So at 1:00 the courts would be filled with sweaty men, and one of said men would have perfect hair to match the rest of him. With some hesitation, Atobe tore his eyes away from the gorgeous mirror he had become distracted by during the long paragraph above, and headed out to the tennis courts.
After only moments of admiring his superior team (they couldn't possibly be defeated by Seigaku again, they where just too good!) Wakashi asked for a game. Well of course we all know who would win, but that wasn't the point. So Atobe agreed, deeming the match to be a satisfactory warm up.
After a while the warm-up was proving to be warmer than Atobe had initially anticipated, though not because Wakashi was actually putting up a challenge, no that's just silly. It was probably just a warm day. That makes much more sense!
Well anyway, Atobe decided it was an opportune moment to share his beautiful body with the world. So, of course, he utilized the fact this is a fic and not the show (where there is certainly not enough man-flesh displayed) and he removed his shirt and set it down on the bench before returning to his game.
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Jiroh yawned as he entered the training area of his team. Why was he forced to wake up so early on a Saturday? He wasn't expected to play until the afternoon!
Slowly, his half closed eyes passed briefly over his surroundings, naturally searching for a place to "rest his eyes". After pausing briefly on his captain's half naked form, he found what he was looking for.
He approached the bench nearest Atobe's court. And what a perfect bench it was; long, wide, in the shade... and oh look! Someone had left him a pillow. He smiled sleepily and laid down, positioning his head perfectly on the piece of material he had interpreted as a pillow. Though after a few moments he was displeased to find something poking him from beneath the material. It wasn't a big deal, I mean he could fall asleep anywhere, but why settle when the problem was easily solvable?
Reluctantly, Jiroh brought himself back into a sitting position and lifted the shirt that had been serving as a head rest. He watched as a piece of paper fell out of the shirt, and grabbed it out of the air, before it could hit the ground.
He flipped it over and found some text that certainly shook him from his stupor. Eyes wide, Jiroh read the contents over and over again. This couldn't mean what he thought? Then again, there wasn't much mistaking the message. There are only so many things "hot-man love" could possibly mean.
Sighing, he forced his racing thoughts to try to come to a logical conclusion. Everyone knew this was the opportune place near the courts to nap, and they also knew napping was Jiroh's favoured passtime (only to be beaten out by tennis of course). And well, leaving a pillow for him, it was quite obvious he couldn't pass that up. So.. logically.. someone had left the note on purpose. And whoever had left the note would most likely be the owner of the garment he had been using to rest on.
Slowly he tore his eyes away from the card and looked at what was in his other occupied hand. Like any teenage boy with half a brain and a hand full of hormones; our favorite red head's heart skipped a beat as he read the name on the t-shirt.
For the first time in a long time, Jiroh allowed himself to stare at Atobe.. half naked Atobe.. running back and fourth.. sweat dripping off his body..
~
Kabaji watched with mild surprise as the person he had just been about to sit next to got up and almost literally ran for the change rooms, his face beat red and for some odd reason he appeared to be pulling the front of his shirt down to cover his crotch.
Kabaji didn't think about it too much though.. Then again he doesn't think about many things too much. Instead, he took the place on the bench that had just been recently occupied by Jiroh. After a few moments of watching the game unfolding in front of him, he noticed out of the corner of his eye a piece of paper next to a pile of cloth.
Remembering that Atobe wasn't wearing a shirt, Kabaji came to the conclusion that it belonged to the team captain. His gaze then fell back on the other item on the bench; he managed to remark that the paper would fit almost perfectly in the pocket of the shirt.
So, like a small child playing with different shaped blocks that you put in corresponding holes, Kabaji placed the card back where it belonged. But not before reading it of course.
~
A/N: BWA HA! More to come, much more! Wait till the other teams show up!
Warning: Some OOC, yaoi suggestions and/or pairings, Atobe being a prick, Random Insanity
~ = p.o.v change
Atobe opened his locker in the Hyotei locker room. A familiar smirk dawned upon his face as he picked up his usual pile of a dozen or so love letters. He flipped quickly through them, paying no attention to the all-too-uncreative "you're so beautiful" and "please love me! I am not worthy" letters before he paused at a slightly more direct one. It was a short message printed on a blank card, and did not contain the sender's name. It read somewhere along the lines of "I want to make hot man-love to you. Your uke ass is mine!"
Unfazed Atobe simply tucked the card into his shirt pocket and proceeded to throw the rest into the nearby trash bin. Too bad he had arrived late today, how he enjoyed reading his proclamations of love in front of his fellow team mates. Sadly he had spent more than his usual half hour styling his hair. He had been horrified to find that, when styled, a few stray hairs where out of place. Of course he had immediately scheduled a hair cut, but he would have to wait until the lunch hour.
Now don't get the wrong idea, Atobe wasn't usually this concerned with his appearance. It was alright if his fellow team mates saw this obvious atrocity, he had been through thick and thin with them. No, he was taking extra care because today was a special event. An event that could not tolerate him being anything but perfect.
Today, the Seigaku and Fudomine regulars where coming to have a mock tournament in Hyotei's superior facilities. The old women at Seigaku had made some kind of agreement with Fudomine that this would be an opportunity to practice their tennis skills, since there where no immediate competitions to insure they stay in tip top form. Or something along those lines. Atobe could not tolerate the idea of Tachibana getting a second chance to challenge Tezuka while he did not. (Even there seems to be no evidence that Tezuka has played against Tachibana, I'm now making it so! *maniacal laughter*)
So at 1:00 the courts would be filled with sweaty men, and one of said men would have perfect hair to match the rest of him. With some hesitation, Atobe tore his eyes away from the gorgeous mirror he had become distracted by during the long paragraph above, and headed out to the tennis courts.
After only moments of admiring his superior team (they couldn't possibly be defeated by Seigaku again, they where just too good!) Wakashi asked for a game. Well of course we all know who would win, but that wasn't the point. So Atobe agreed, deeming the match to be a satisfactory warm up.
After a while the warm-up was proving to be warmer than Atobe had initially anticipated, though not because Wakashi was actually putting up a challenge, no that's just silly. It was probably just a warm day. That makes much more sense!
Well anyway, Atobe decided it was an opportune moment to share his beautiful body with the world. So, of course, he utilized the fact this is a fic and not the show (where there is certainly not enough man-flesh displayed) and he removed his shirt and set it down on the bench before returning to his game.
~
Jiroh yawned as he entered the training area of his team. Why was he forced to wake up so early on a Saturday? He wasn't expected to play until the afternoon!
Slowly, his half closed eyes passed briefly over his surroundings, naturally searching for a place to "rest his eyes". After pausing briefly on his captain's half naked form, he found what he was looking for.
He approached the bench nearest Atobe's court. And what a perfect bench it was; long, wide, in the shade... and oh look! Someone had left him a pillow. He smiled sleepily and laid down, positioning his head perfectly on the piece of material he had interpreted as a pillow. Though after a few moments he was displeased to find something poking him from beneath the material. It wasn't a big deal, I mean he could fall asleep anywhere, but why settle when the problem was easily solvable?
Reluctantly, Jiroh brought himself back into a sitting position and lifted the shirt that had been serving as a head rest. He watched as a piece of paper fell out of the shirt, and grabbed it out of the air, before it could hit the ground.
He flipped it over and found some text that certainly shook him from his stupor. Eyes wide, Jiroh read the contents over and over again. This couldn't mean what he thought? Then again, there wasn't much mistaking the message. There are only so many things "hot-man love" could possibly mean.
Sighing, he forced his racing thoughts to try to come to a logical conclusion. Everyone knew this was the opportune place near the courts to nap, and they also knew napping was Jiroh's favoured passtime (only to be beaten out by tennis of course). And well, leaving a pillow for him, it was quite obvious he couldn't pass that up. So.. logically.. someone had left the note on purpose. And whoever had left the note would most likely be the owner of the garment he had been using to rest on.
Slowly he tore his eyes away from the card and looked at what was in his other occupied hand. Like any teenage boy with half a brain and a hand full of hormones; our favorite red head's heart skipped a beat as he read the name on the t-shirt.
For the first time in a long time, Jiroh allowed himself to stare at Atobe.. half naked Atobe.. running back and fourth.. sweat dripping off his body..
~
Kabaji watched with mild surprise as the person he had just been about to sit next to got up and almost literally ran for the change rooms, his face beat red and for some odd reason he appeared to be pulling the front of his shirt down to cover his crotch.
Kabaji didn't think about it too much though.. Then again he doesn't think about many things too much. Instead, he took the place on the bench that had just been recently occupied by Jiroh. After a few moments of watching the game unfolding in front of him, he noticed out of the corner of his eye a piece of paper next to a pile of cloth.
Remembering that Atobe wasn't wearing a shirt, Kabaji came to the conclusion that it belonged to the team captain. His gaze then fell back on the other item on the bench; he managed to remark that the paper would fit almost perfectly in the pocket of the shirt.
So, like a small child playing with different shaped blocks that you put in corresponding holes, Kabaji placed the card back where it belonged. But not before reading it of course.
~
A/N: BWA HA! More to come, much more! Wait till the other teams show up!