The Prince of Tennis Play
Disclaimer: No owner will write a fanfiction…
Rating: G or K
Genre: Drama, slight humor, suspense
Pairing: Implied Momoshiro and Ryoma
Warnings or notes: OOC-ness, grammar and other errors (English is not my mother tongue), 1000 words.
An interlude… ehehe. Will upload a special chapter of more than 4000 words soon. Don't worry!
Thanks to Carzla for editing my story.
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: Ready… Go :
Interlude - Starting
The big day had finally arrived. The Seigaku Tennis Boys Club members were all extremely busy doing last minute checking. Meanwhile, the regulars busied themselves with dressing up and a few of them had to wear make up, albeit a certain regular was quite unwilling to do so. Momoshiro, Kaidoh, Inui, Oishi, Kawamura and Tezuka were in an empty classroom for changing into their respective costumes, while the other three – Fuji, Ryoma and Eiji – were in another empty classroom with Fuji Yumiko, the third year genius's beloved sister. Excited, she had volunteered to be the temporary makeup artist when her younger brother had told her about the play.
"Ne nee-san, Echizen looks adorable na," Fuji commented casually as he began changing into his maid outfit. It looked very worn out and there were patches here and there, but surprisingly when Fuji wore it, it did not seem to be as bad as how the others would look in it.
The oldest Fuji smiled brightly at the compliment. "I'd say you look equally cute, Syusuke," was the reply when Fuji had finally finished dressing by letting Yumiko tied up the knots behind the apron.
A mischievous smile was given in response. "Thank you, nee-san," then Fuji sat down gracefully on the chair in front of Yumiko for his makeup. In an instant, his sister began to start her job for the third time. This time she applied a more natural color to Fuji's cheeks since his skin was paler than the other two boys. Her younger brother was the last one to be made up among the three.
On the other hand, Eiji and Ryoma were staring at both siblings, with the former being curious and all hyper while the latter was nonchalant. Two days ago, Ryoma was still sulking over his role, but he was over it when he took a step into Seigaku that morning. It was tiring to sulk over such things for so long, and the twelve-year-old also knew that nothing could change his situation now. So, he would at least endure it for a few hours more, if not trying his best to make the play work.
Hah, the baby of their team had finally acted maturely for once. Though, that did not stop him from mumbling something incoherently about disgusting makeup (to which he earned a disapproving glare from Yumiko, whom seemed to have perfect hearing).
"Fujiko, is he going to come?" Eiji's excited voice asked, knowing fully well that Fuji knew whom he meant. Nodding softly, Fuji flashed a smile and remained silent to prevent a disturbance to Yumiko. Then the hyper redhead turned his attention to Ryoma and suddenly hugged him tightly. "Nya! Ochibi is glomp-able!! Bet Momo will like you more!"
His words made Ryoma stumble when he broke free of his senior's firm grip. Cheeks reddening, Ryoma murmured something about stupid high heels and frilly dresses all the while ignoring the two identical chuckles coming from the other side of the room. Oh, and he totally blocked out Eiji's laughter too. After the acrobatic player had enough fill of laughter, he bounced towards the Fuji siblings. How he did that in high heels was beyond Ryoma, who had trouble walking in them for a good period of time.
By the time Eiji reached his best friend, Fuji Yumiko had left the room to continue her job for the other regulars after whispering something to the younger one. Then Fuji felt a pair of familiar arms surrounding his shoulders in a friendly manner. "Nya, things will work out, Fuji," he murmured into his friend's ears, as if assuring the other something very important. Immediately, Fuji's shoulders relaxed into the hug and he placed his right hand on top of Eiji's arm.
"Aa, thanks, Eiji," was the soft reply coming from the genius, whose brilliant sapphire eyes were wide opened not with menace but with gratitude. It was something only shared between the two best friends and them only.
"Alright then, let's get ready. Our turn is coming soon!" All of a sudden Eiji sprang away, exclaiming in an overly joyful tone that they should go backstage to wait for the others. Ryoma, who had been watching them in silence just now, trailed after his seniors to the backstage, his catlike eyes secretly locked onto Fuji's right leg. For a moment he thought he saw an almost non-existent limp, but it was gone when he blinked. Maybe he was just imagining it, Ryoma mused.
The journey to the backstage was an awkward one. Although only a fixed number of members were allowed to run around there, it was more than enough for Ryoma when each of them turned to gawk openly at them. He was used to the stares, but not the drools or things of that sort. Yes, he knew most of the drools and admiring looks were not directed towards him, instead they were directed to both third years.
After all, his redhead senior did look adorable in that Fairy Godmother outfit with a pair of pinkish, flashy wings attached behind his back as well as a halo on top of his head. As for his other senior? Well, you could say Fuji's fans were practically drooling in whatever outfit he wore – boys and girls alike. It was quite unnerving actually.
The three of them waited backstage for the cue to begin. Apparently, the others were on the other side of the stage and they were going to start the story with a classic opening speech and the ever so boring narration. His heart was pumping fast due to nervousness, as much as Ryoma hated to admit it. Out of the corner of his eyes, the twelve-year-old noted that his seniors were not at all bothered by the number of audience they were going to have, nor the fact they would forget their speeches in the middle of the play.
With a deep breath, Ryoma braced himself for whatever that would happen.
: To be continued :