Title: The Frog Prince
Summary: Someone who believes in fairy tales waits for his Prince
Disclaimers: No matter how hard I wish upon the stars, Tennis no Oujisama will never be mine (cry)
A/N: Just something silly. Because it refused to leave my head until it was written (sweatdrops)
"Right! I'm done. Here, look."
"Senpai. That's a frog."
"No, Echizen, it's you."
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The Frog Prince
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"Senpai. I admit that you're a really worthy opponent. And as much as you're a prodigy in tennis, that title undoubtedly extends to your abilities in photography. Why don't you stick to those two where you actually have skills."
"But it's you."
"Senpai. How exactly does a very...er, green frog look like me?"
"Don't you think it's cute?"
"That's besides the point."
"I think you're cute too."
Pout.
"Ah, sorry sorry, I didn't mean it that way. The frog is cute but you're cuter."
A sigh. "Senpai, spill. Did I do something to you lately? It must've been something really serious, and for that I give my deepest heartfelt apologies."
The Smile faded into a slight frown. "You don't like it?"
"I like it."
"Then you admit it's you?"
"No. Senpai, you called me at seven in the morning and asked me to come over, but I thought we were going to play. I'm sleepy. I'm going home."
"Wait." A sigh. "You're really still young..."
"What is it, Fuji-senpai?"
A sweet smile. "Mada mada da ne, Echizen."
"Hmmm...?"
"Tell you what, let's go eat breakfast first- ah, don't look at me like that, Neesan will cook- then we'll look for a vacant court. Is that okay with you?"
"Ii su yo."
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A knock. "Aniki? Oh, he's not here. Hm? A painting?"
A gape. "Geh! That aniki... Of all things, why does he have to paint a frog!"
A reflective frown.
"Oh, I see... He still remembers that time. I wonder if he already found..."
And Yuuta smiles.
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"...And then the princess bent down. She closed her eyes ready to kiss--"
"She closed her eyes because she felt too disgusted at what she was about to do." Interrupted a five-year-old Yuuta.
"Shhh! Yuuta!" Little Syuusuke pressed his index finger to his lips. "Here comes my favorite part. Please continue, Okaasan." He smiled, eyes closed, to their mother who was sitting at the edge of Yuuta's bed.
Yuuta gaped at his older brother on the bed beside his. "But it's gross!"
"Eh? Why? Don't you think it's really sweet?" Innocently asked said older brother, sweet smile still lingering on his face even though he was wearing a slightly curious (still closed-eyed) expression. "It's kinda romantic, isn't it?"
At that, the younger of the two boys looked like he was ready to cough out everything he ate for dinner.
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Below the painting was a caption.
The Frog Prince.
By Fuji Syuusuke.
E... hehe... hehehe... (sweatdrops) Weirdness. (and pointless?)
This fic is in no way intended to bastardize the fairy tale entitled "The Frog Prince". And most definitely not TeniPuri either. If I happened to do that by accident, I'm so sorry XD