Tennis no Ohjisama
By Dj
Chapter 1Kaidoh's POV
'Fshuuu... K'so...' the mamushi cursed for the umpteenth time as he continued hitting the tennis ball against the wall. He was not really accomplishing much but he plowed on anyway, if only just to keep on moving. He knew that if he weren't hitting the ball, he would be hitting himself. Coming to think of it, he probably should do just that. The 'thwacks' of the tennis ball connecting with the racket soon ceased to be replaced by dull 'thuds' of head against cement. In plainer terms, Kaidoh was smashing his head against the wall with all the force he could muster.
A few minutes later saw Kaidoh slumped against the ground, rivulets of red trailing down the wall in front of him. He felt pathetic. He was pathetic. After all, he had been trumped by his own card. The card that he was so proud of and thought no one could master. It was his boomerang snake shot. Not only stolen from him, but executed more perfectly than he had ever done.
But that was not what made him pathetic. What made him truly lower than pond scum was how he had been unable to snap out of the shock of being bested. He had just stood there, helpless as the ball bounced off without him touching it again and again. To drive the stake closer to home, it had been that damn monkey who had had the resilience to continue the fight while he gaped like an idiot. It was that damn monkey who had continued returning shots despite being thrashed and exhausted. It was that damn monkey that had made their opponents acknowledge them and take off their weight training as a sign of respect. During all that, what had the oh-so-wonderful-and-poisonous-mamushi been doing? Gaping.
He could not even claim that the monkey did not understand the feeling of being defeated at your own game. During another (fgt which one it was... :D) match, he had been faced with the same situation. But did he become reduced to a gaping idiot? No. He had overcome it immediately and fought on with a strength that Kaidoh never had.
That was why Kaidoh felt like the scum of the earth. Not because he lost. Not because he was bested at his own game. Not because he screwed up on court, in front of everybody's eyes. Not all that. He was the scum of the earth because he had lost utterly to the one person he could not lose to, the one person that he had thought to be beneath himself.
Momoshiro Takeshi.
Gotten quite irritated at having to upload this damn chapt again and again... ah wells... anw this is dedicated to my darling xiao pei pei who loves this pairing as much as i do...