Fanfic: 1501
Rating: T/M because I do love consistency and paranoia~
Summary: Poor Tajima...Tajima kisses Mihashi only to have blood drawn by Mihashi.
Characters: Tajima, Mihashi, Abe
Date Written: 12 July 2012
Date Published: 14 July 2012
Word Count: 504
Dedication: To my guilt over being unable to update anything. The crappiness of my writing skills is no excuse. D: Forgive me.
AN:/: Believe me, if I owned this fandom, Tajima would never leave the hospital/Hanai's b edroom~
The entire team felt the rage waves emanating from the mass of fury that was currently their vice-captain, Abe. Sometimes it seemed like he overreacted to any nearness of Tajima to *his* Mihashi, today was one of those days. Really, he got worked up over the short stop's arm around Mihashi's shoulders? Really? The team gave a collective eye roll at the histrionics. Well, Hanai didn't, but he's Hanai so he doesn't matter much. Being captain notwithstanding. Then again, it wasn't unlike Tajima to try and pull something with the gullible pitcher due to his uncanny knack for getting himself in positions that could quite possibly end in his demise. But whatever, that was just him.
Abe sighed, re-situating the catchers mask over his face and turning back to Hanai. "Like I was saying, we need to tighten up-"
The collective gasp of the team (and Hanai's horrifically wide eyes) set his Tajima Sense into overdrive. Figures, he turned his back for one freaking second and the little shit started something.
Abe turned, expecting to have to rip off an arm and play "Bludgeon Tajima to Death." He hadn't expected the idiot to ever do something so stupid.
The damn little midget had his lips against *his* pitcher's! Oh hell no!
Breaking through the solid wall of teammates bent on saving the wretch's life, Abe's face morphed into one of inhuman qualities. The team, originally brave enough to try to stop him, backed away quickly as a bat appeared out of nowhere in Abe's hand. They figured it must have been beside him on the ground or something, but they didn't question logic at times like this. They freaking fled for their lives.
In all his blustering rage, Abe failed to notice Tajima's attmepts to flee from Mihashi, who wore a bloody grin, the blood coming from the lip currently caught between his teeth. Just before Abe was within batting range of his skull, Mihashi released Tajima's lip and shoved him away from Abe, stepping between the two with a grin.
Abe blinked twice, not fully registering the event. "The fucker bit you?" He tried to barrel past Mihashi to beat the batter bloody, but Mihashi stepped in his path.
"No, he didn't bite me." Note the lack of stutter.
Abe blinked again, confused. Grabbing Mihashi by the chin, he inspected the boy's lower lip, finding no bite marks. "But...the blood..."
Mihashi laughed, startling the team who felt confused as fuck. Had Mihashi...?
"Not mine." His lips curled into a grin that creeped them out beyond any sense of the word. They slowly backed towards the gate, hoping that whatever demon that possessed Mihashi wouldn't get them too.
Abe smiled evilly. "Well, at least now I won't have to beat him so badly."
INFIRMARY:
"Tajima, do I even need to ask why you need stitches on your lower lip?" Coach Momo tried her best not to imagine what happened. She really didn't want to know...