"You're not my Knight, I'm not your Princess".
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance.
Pairing/Characters: Ann Tachibana/Takeshi "Momo" Momoshiro.
I wish I could give a name to what lingers between us, Momoshiro-kun.
It's not romantic love, at least not what society says. If it was, then we'd go in pretty and stereotypically sweet dates to the movies, the library, the parks or even the discos. And after them, you'd drop me home and kiss me goodbye, like all good little Princes Charming do with their Pretty Pink Princesses.
But we don't do such things, you see.
It's also not strict friendship. We've shared kisses and caresses once or twice, whether you steal them from me when I'm distracted or I snatch them from you in an mood swing. Those thingies could be seen as sorta playful jokes, if placed in a certain context; I know that, but...
Pffft. I'm not the kind of girl who likes things just to be left there, undecided. Yet whenever I try to define what's between you and me, I'm at a loss of words. You're not my Knight, I'm not your Princess - that should be a decent definition, yet it doesn't fully satisfy me...
"Hm, hi, Tachibana-imouto", I suddenly hear you, your voice coming from behind. "Why so pensive? Do you have any problems?".
I turn to stare at you, then look into your eyes, and smile. "What makes you think I'm troubled, Momoshiro-kun?".
"Heh", you say, smiling. "Walking slower than usual is kind of a sign of trouble, I mean...".
But you don't finish your sentence. You just grin and suddenly grab my hand, dragging me to the court. For a one-in-one match? To watch the other people playing in there? To ask me out in another sort of non-date, where we'll either act like brother and sister, or like those friends who occasionally kiss?
I'm sure I'll know it in a few minutes... so maybe, even wondering is a loss of time.