A/N: Ahaha, this was fun to write, and I think it may have broken my Mpreg Drabbles writer's block I've been having for the last few weeks/months/millennia…
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is property of Konomi Takeshi. And we are not Konomi Takeshi. For one, he is not two people. And he has a penis.
Drabble the thirty-fourth: Atobe/Ryoma
"ATOBE!"
Atobe looked up just in time to see a very pregnant Echizen barreling toward him as fast as he could--which admittedly wasn't very fast--before he was slammed against the wall of the hallway he'd been walking down. "Echizen," Atobe said, annoyed, "if you've mussed Ore-sama's hair, Ore-sama will be forced to--"
"Shut up! Where's the goddamn Windex?"
Atobe blinked. "What on earth would need Windex for? Cleaning is for the servants to do."
"They don't do it right!" Echizen growled. He ran a finger across a light fixture hanging from the wall a couple feet above Atobe's head. "Do you see this? DUST!"
Atobe didn't see any dust.
"I only have two months to clean every inch of this mansion," Ryoma said in a deadly quiet voice, "so get me a bottle of Windex or I will slit your throat while you sleep."
Atobe swallowed. "Echizen," he said, his voice an octave higher than usual, "may I direct you to the servants' quarters?"
