Momoshiro Takeshi / Echizen Ryoma

Tattoo/Piercing

"Loser of this set has to get a tattoo!" Momo shouted obnoxiously across the court, tauntingly, wanting to show the cocky brat up for once.

Echizen merely tilted his head and studied him from underneath his cap. His cat-like golden eyes seemed to be studying Momo and the dunk-smash specialist shifted uneasily under that look. Finally the other boy nodded and prepared to serve and Momo felt his jaw drop. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. The brat was supposed to snort and maybe walk away, not agree to continue the match.

Momo couldn't even back out without seeming a loser now. Scowling, he decided he was still going to show up the brat, and win this set. It didn't occur to him that his ingenious plans were never as ingenious as he thought.

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Momo sat stunned on the court, watching the ball bounce lightly. He looked up with total shock at the other boy's smirking face. "Mada Mada Dane Momo-senpai."

Momo watched as Echizen moved to the benches of the street court and packed up. Not even really noticing when the other boy left as he sat dumbfounded on the courts, one thought racing through his mind that he still seemed unable to comprehend, I won.

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Momo didn't see Echizen for nearly three days afterwards and when the other boy arrived he promptly pounced on slender boy. "Oi, Echizen," Momo said, his voice not belying his worry, "You know, what I said the other day, I was just kiddin'. Kid like you shouldn't get a tattoo."

Echizen's face was innocently clueless, "You were kidding Momo-senpai?"

"Course I was. Baka," Momo said uneasily, there was something about the way those golden eyes were looking at him.

"You should have told me then Momo-senpai," Echizen said, rolling up his sleeve to reveal pitch black lettering imprinted into his forearm, saying, "Mada Mada Dane Motherfckers". Momo promptly fainted upon seeing it, and Ryoma rolled his eyes, reaching into his tennis bay, as Oishi came over.

"Echizen!" The mother-hen of Seigaku said worriedly, raising his voice as much as he ever did. "What do you think—"

"Don't worry Oishi-senpai," Ryoma cut the worried egghead off easily, pulling a water bottle from his bag and upending it over the lettering. Immediately, ink began to run in rivulets off his arm until nothing remained of the "tattoo".

"That should teach Momo-senpai to open his mouth."