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19 March 2010 @ 07:54 pm
special, adj.  
L-long time no see, guys ;;; It's been so long, fff XD; BUUUT school's officially over now, and it's summer vacatiioooon~ :> So here I am, spamming you all again. D8

One of my submissions to silver_swap, for everlind. ♥

Title: Special, Adj.
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Word Count: 3388
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Shishido Ryou / Ohtori Choutarou

Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not belong to me.

Summary: Shishido and Choutarou, and the difference between before and now; Tokyo, and the meaning of the word 'special'.



special, adj.


Amidst Gakuto’s yelling, Hiyoshi’s hissing, Oshitari’s flirting, Jiroh’s snoring, Atobe’s speeches of self-worship, and more than half of Hyotei’s student population ‘kyaa’-ing – (It’s a Sunday. Why was everyone in school?) – it was a surprise that Choutarou still managed to hear Shishido’s exasperated grumble.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Then again, Choutarou mused, he had always been extra sensitive when it came to Shishido-san.





Choutarou followed Shishido out the courts and out the school grounds, but that was more out of habit rather than actually knowing where they were about to go.

Shishido was walking real fast though, turning left then turning right then turning right again so maybe at least his sempai knew where they were going.

It was still early, around 9 am, and the air had this really fresh smell to it, like of morning and your mom’s breakfast. (And freshly baked chocolates?) They still had their jerseys on, which Shishido would say was totally uncool if he stopped walking and realized it.

It was a cute image though, Shishido-san stomping around Tokyo in his tennis uniform with his tennis bag slung over his shoulder.

And him? Well, he was the tall guy also in his tennis uniform and with his tennis bag, following his sempai around Tokyo to make sure that his sempai doesn’t get in trouble again and pick fights with video game machines.

And he rather liked following his sempai around Tokyo.

Actually, he liked being anywhere with Shishido-san.

Not a lingerie store though.

Choutarou stared. “Uhm,” he said. Shishido had stopped walking, so he did too. The big, pink letters atop the door read Ooh La La.

His sempai turned around to look at him and shrugged. “So where do you wanna go?”

Choutarou burst out laughing.

It took Shishido a while to figure out why. He had looked confused, at least until a woman came out of the store and started her spiel.

“Welcome, welcome! Dear customer, how may we help you on such a special day? Would you care for – …uhm, oh. Hmm. Honey, what year are you in?”

Shishido had never turned so red so quickly in his life.

“I- IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK.”

He grabbed Choutarou’s hand and made a run for it.





“She probably thinks we’re perverts,” Choutarou said mournfully, kicking the dirt.

Little kids ran around the park, jumping around and basically worshipping the playground. It was only 9 am. More kids will surely come after lunch. For now, they were going to hog the swing set.

“Your fault,” Shishido grumbled, a swing away, still a little bit pink. “You should have told me sooner.”

“I didn’t expect you to stop in front a… a… that store,” Choutarou replied, cheeks coloring as well. Yeah, he found it funny, but he’ll keep that to himself for now.

Or not.

“You found it funny, didn’t you?” Shishido mumbled, all frowns and grumbles even as he swung himself forward and backward.

“Yes,” Choutarou admitted, coughing to hide his smile.

Abruptly, Shishido stood up and stomped his way in front of his kohai.

“That was so uncool,” Shishido said before promptly pinching Choutarou’s cheeks as hard as he could.





Two swollen cheeks later, Choutarou sulked.

“Come on, I’ll treat you to burgers,” Shishido said.

Choutarou sulked less.

His cheeks still hurt though.





“Shishido-san, do you think Atobe-sempai will get mad?” Choutarou asked when they were already in their second burgers. He looked unsure, because the guilt of suddenly leaving like that was starting to scratch at him.

Of course, they weren’t really cutting classes, because technically, there were no classes to cut. It was a Sunday, and the only reason they were in their tennis jerseys was because Atobe said something about Seigaku and practice.

They arrived at around 6 am. Three hours later, they still haven’t played tennis.

“He’ll be too busy worshipping himself to notice us gone,” Shishido replied, grumbling because he woke up early on a Sunday.

“I think he’ll be mad,” Choutarou said, frowning at his fries.

“He won’t,” Shishido sighed, reaching over to steal one of his kohai’s fries. “I’ll take care of it.”

Choutarou pushed his fries towards the middle of the table absentmindedly. “But if you get in trouble –“

Shishido threw a French fry at his forehead.





The first time they did this was after their loss to Seigaku in the Kanto tournament.

That time, they really did cut classes. It wasn’t planned though. They were still good students at heart, even if Shishido thought that Hyotei was half-full of primadonnas. It was a spur of the moment thing that after the heavy atmosphere everyone felt during morning practice, Shishido took off as soon as he had changed back into his school uniform.

He was too absorbed in his thoughts, and also the prickle of irritation at the back of his neck because Gakuto wasn’t noisy, Jiroh wasn’t snoring, Oshitari wasn’t flirting, and Atobe wasn’t around because of the student council.

So he hadn’t exactly paid much attention to Choutarou that morning, and he had no idea how his kohai managed to shower and dress up faster than he did, but by the time Shishido reached the front gates of the school, Choutarou was already there, kicking the dirt, standing awkwardly and looking a bit shy.

Shishido sighed.

“Come on. I’ll treat you to burgers.”






“Let’s go to Akihabara,” Shishido announced, when the burgers were eaten and the French fries abused.

Choutarou blinked. “Akihabara? What for?”

“I want new video games,” Shishido said, shrugging, pulling the front of his cap down and over his eyes.

Choutarou laughed softly. “Shishido-san, you’re an otaku.”

“I’m not!” Shishido grumbled. “Do I enjoy moe games and looking up a 2D girl’s skirt?”

“I’m glad you don’t,” Choutarou replied honestly, and Shishido turned redder at that than the prospect of looking up a girl’s skirt, 2D or not.





Choutarou liked train rides.

Maybe it was because he didn’t usually ride on them.

His family had enough cars and drivers to ensure that each family member could ride a different car for each day of the week. Whenever they were going anywhere with the team, Atobe always had a limousine (or a jet plane) ready for them.

The first time Choutarou rode a train was with Shishido-san. Actually, all of the times he rode a train was with Shishido-san.

“You have this goofy smile on your face, Choutarou,” Shishido said, grinning. “Totally uncool.”

Choutarou laughed.

He didn’t mention that the fact that Shishido-san can’t reach the topmost handle and he can was probably more uncool, but at least it was cute. He doubted Shishido would see it that way though, so he kept his mouth closed but didn’t bother hiding his goofy smile.





“Seriously?”

Choutarou winced, looking embarrassed. “Err…?”

Shishido continued staring at him, wide-eyed and jaw-dropped. “You’ve never ridden the bullet train before? Are you even Japanese?”

“No, I’ve never ridden the bullet train before, and yes! I am Japanese,” Choutarou replied woefully.

Shishido was about to give more ‘are you serious’ questions, before something struck him, and he paused. “Are you really? I mean, full Japanese?” he asked curiously. He never thought about it, really.

Choutarou blinked. “Yes…? I think, anyway.”

“Oh,” Shishido shrugged. He started walking, sure that his kohai was going to follow.

“Uhm, Shishido-sempai, where are we going?”

“Let’s go to Shinjuku,” Shishido replied, as if he had been thinking about it for a long time. The idea only came to him ten seconds ago. “And stop being so formal.”

But every second year and first year called him Shishido-sempai and he never complained, Choutarou thought but didn’t say it out loud. He chuckled. “We’re going to ride the bullet train then?”

“Yeah. Japanese people should experience Japan.”

“Yes, Shishido-sem – …Shishido-san.”

The nearest train station was half an hour away. That was okay, though. It was still only 8 AM and they had the rest of the day in front of them.

“That’s even
more formal, Choutarou.”

“Ahaha…”






Akihabara was crowded more than usual, but that was to be expected since it was a Sunday. Shishido didn’t want to think how packed the streets will be after lunch.

“Come on, let’s go this way,” he said, pulling Choutarou before the maid café girls started crowding around him.

(They were already eyeing him like he was prey.)

There were more than usual maid café girls littered around the streets of Akihabara today. Some had hearts pinned on their clothes; others donned heart-shaped wands.

Choutarou was just happy because Shishido-san wasn’t letting go of his hand.





“Ryou-kuuun!” Haruka greeted him as soon as he entered the classroom.

Shishido raised an eyebrow at her. Class hadn’t started yet, and it was too early to be bombarded by lame stuff. “What is it, Miyazawa?”

Haruka pursed her lips. “That’s mean, Ryou-kun. I told you to call me Haru-chan!”

“And I told you to stop calling me Ryou,” Shishido sighed, walking past her and towards his seat.

Haruka was a nice girl though. Just loved to tease and get on his nerves a lot.

Haruka laughed. “Cold as always, I see. Ryou-kun, I have a favor to ask.”

Shishido eyed her warily. “I don’t have money.”

“Not that!” Haruka frowned, pouting, but she cheered up quickly. “Ryou-kun, you’re friends with Choutarou-kun, right? I mean, you’re real close?”

Now Shishido was really starting to worry. “He doesn’t have any money either,” he said, even though they both knew how rich Choutarou’s family was.

Haruka hit him on the head.

“Ow! Hey!”

Haruka ignored him, and continued her cheery speech. “You see, I was wondering…” She took out a small, pink envelope from her pocket. It was decorated with hearts and colorful stickers. Shishido felt blinded just looking at it. “Can you please give this to him?”

Shishido’s eyebrow twitched. “Why don’t you give it to him?” he muttered, sharper than he intended to.

Thankfully, Haruka didn’t seem to notice. “Haruka’s shy! Come on, Ryou-kun, just this once? Please?”

Shishido sighed heavily. “What’s that for anyway?”

“Weeell,” Haruka said, all smiles. “It’s Valentine’s Day next week, right? And also Choutarou-kun’s birthday!”

“So?” Shishido grumbled, leaning against the window. He was annoyed and he didn’t know why, but what he did know was that the fact that he didn’t know why he was annoyed made him all the more, well, annoyed. Just absolutely irritated. “Why not give it to him next week then?”

“So many girls are going to do the same thing then!” Haruka exclaimed, looking put out. “I’m still going to give him chocolates that day, though, but I want Choutarou-kun to think of my letter as extra special!”

“Alright already,” Shishido muttered, taking the letter out of Haruka’s hands.

Haruka looked beyond elated. “Oh, thank you, thank you, Ryou-kun!” She hugged him real tight.

“WHA – HEY – LET GO –“

“Wait just a bit there, okay?” Haruka said as soon as she let go. “I also made him a bento! He likes salmon, right? Oh, I hope he does! Please give it to him as well, okay? You eat lunch together, right? Oh, thank you so much, Ryou-kun!”

Shishido wanted to bang his head against the wall.






Shishido was five thousand yen poorer, but that was okay, at least he was now a proud owner of Musou Orochi 2.

Now if only Choutarou didn’t look around so much...

“Shishido-san, isn’t this what Oshitari-sempai was telling us about the other day?”

Shishido looked at the cover. ‘Dokyusei’. The cover itself wasn’t anything special, just had around five girls in their school uniform, but there was something about the title that made Shishido pause. Now what did Oshitari say about this game?

Dokyusei. Dokyusei…

Shishido’s eyes widened.

“Sh-Shishido-san, w-wait, w-why are you pulling me –“

“We’re going. Now.”

The man behind the counter just grinned at them knowingly on their way out.





It was just him and the bento.

Shishido was sitting on the floor of the rooftop above the west building. He was waiting for Choutarou, but the longer he stayed there alone, the longer he felt that the lunchbox was mocking him.

Shishido snorted.
You won’t be so tough when I eat you, he thought to himself sulkily, glaring at the bento.

He didn’t actually plan on eating it. (The prospect was tempting though.) It would be unfair to Choutarou. Besides, why wouldn’t Shishido give the lunchbox? It was just a lunchbox! And what was so wrong with Choutarou getting a home-made bento from a girl?

Haruka was good at home economics. Shishido had tried some of her baked sweets before and it was really good. Choutarou will like it.

Shishido frowned.

Choutarou will
really like it.

Shishido groaned.

Stupid lunchbox.

“Shishido-san, sorry I’m la –“

“Here,” Shishido muttered, raising the lunchbox up. “Haruka from my class wanted me to give it to you,” he said, not looking at Choutarou. As soon as his kohai took the bento from him, he shuffled through his pocket and took out the letter. “This, too. Sorry it got crumpled,” he continued, not sounding sorry at all.

Choutarou blinked at the bento. Then at Shishido, who had already taken out his own lunchbox and was starting to set up, still frowning and still not looking at him.

“Shishido-san, are you mad?” Choutarou asked, as he carefully sat down beside Shishido and laid out his own lunchbox plus the bento that Haruka made for him.

“I’m not mad,” Shishido grumbled.

“You sound mad,” Choutarou replied thoughtfully. He didn’t want to irritate his sempai further but he at least wanted Shishido to look at him.

“Well, I’m not!” Shishido scowled.

Choutarou frowned. Plan failed. Shishido-san was still not looking at him.

He fidgeted nervously. “I’m… I’m not going to say yes, though.”

“I know that,” his sempai muttered.

“No, you don’t,” Choutarou argued. “Because you don’t… know…” he stopped, feeling his face flush as he realized what he was about to say.

“I already told you, I
know that!” Shishido argued back, oblivious to his kohai’s train of thought.

“No, no! That wasn’t what I meant! I mean, wait – what you don’t know is –“

“Yeah? Well, what
don’t I –”

Choutarou kissed him.






The next store they went to (which was just beside the store they had previously been in. Shishido was just desperate to get Choutarou somewhere with shiny and distracting things to avoid him asking why Shishido had just suddenly dragged him out of there.) was more like a variety store, but otaku-styled. There were ready-to-go cosplay sets hanging from one wall, and gashapon machines by the door.

In one basket, there were pillows with pictures of girls on them, wearing bikinis.

In another basket, there were mouse pads with the faces of more girls on them with the wrist support shaped… like…

Choutarou’s eyes were wide.

“Shi-Shishido-san –“

“D-don’t look!” Shishido exclaimed, and reached up to cover Choutarou’s eyes. He had to extend his arm, straight, and had to tiptoe to be surer that his hand was covering Choutarou’s eyes completely.

“You did not just see that,” Shishido said, before once again dragging Choutarou out the store.





That was…

Well, Shishido didn’t really know how to describe it because Choutarou had pulled away as soon as their lips touched.

He didn’t dislike it though.

“I-I-I’m s-sorry, Shishido-san! I-I –“ Choutarou looked absolutely miserable. He unconsciously moved a few inches away, face pale. He shifted his eyes to the side, looking guilty. “I, uhm, Shishido-san, I promise –“

“Let’s do it again.”

“I won’t do it again!”

Choutarou shut his mouth. He stared. “W-what?”

It was Shishido’s turn to color up. “W-well, the first kinda sucked and you kinda hit my teeth there which was totally uncool, so…” he said, which was more of a grumble than anything else.

Choutarou stared some more.

Sighing heavily, Shishido figured that Choutarou wasn’t about to move by himself so he grabbed the front of his kohai’s uniform and pulled him down.

Choutarou’s lips were soft.

It didn’t feel like… fireworks or dinosaurs exploding, but it certainly felt… nice.

Shishido moved his head.

Choutarou let out a very undignified noise, something between shock and approval.

Their faces were red when they pulled apart, but Shishido was in a whole lot better mood than before.

Choutarou smiled cheekily. “So you’re not mad anymore, Shishido-san?”






“Next time I’m taking you to Sendai,” Shishido muttered, more to himself than Choutarou, as they walked back towards the train station. It was only around two in the afternoon, but Shishido told him that their experience in Akihabara was more than enough already.

(“Let’s just get our late lunch in Tokyo,” Shishido had said, ears and the back of his neck red.

He looked traumatized.)


Choutarou blinked at him. “What’s in Sendai?”

“Trees,” Shishido said dryly. “Lots of trees. And no mouse pads.”

Choutarou laughed.





When Haruka returned to class after lunch, she looked dejected.

Shishido, despite his self-proclamations of utter manliness, actually felt something like guilt or sympathy or what. He shifted awkwardly in his seat as Haruka walked towards him and sat on the chair beside his.

Her usual exuberance didn’t seem to be present.

They sat for a while, Haruka looking at her lap and Shishido twitching at the awkward silence until, finally, Haruka let out a very loud scream. “Kyaa! That was so laaaame!”

“That’s my line,” Shishido muttered, but was really glad that Haruka was back to her old self.

“Oh, well,” Haruka sighed, crossing her arms and looking thoughtful. “At least Choutarou-kun was nice about it. And he seemed really, really honest too. And he liked my bento!” she grinned. “Ahh~ I think I’m falling more!”

Shishido did a double-take. “Huh – wha –“

Haruka paid him no attention. “Choutarou-kun said he liked someone else though.”

At that, Shishido turned beet red.

Still lost in her own world, Haruka sighed to herself. “Oh, well. Lucky girl.”

Shishido felt very, very lucky indeed.

(Except he was not a girl.)






Tokyo.

Shishido almost sighed in relief when they stepped off the train.

He probably shouldn’t take Choutarou to Akihabara anymore. Akihabara was a dangerous place if they had oppai mouse pads out in the open like that for innocent little children (Choutarou) to see.

“Hey, are you gonna get picked up at school?” he asked, looking at the station’s clock. 3 PM.

Choutarou shrugged. “Around five.”

“Let’s go eat,” Shishido announced as they ventured out the train station. He folded his arms behind his head. “I’m starving. Where do you want to eat?”

“Wherever Shishido-san wants to eat,” Choutarou replied, chuckling.

Shishido stopped walking, and looked behind his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “Even if I tell you that I want burgers and fries again?”

“I don’t mind,” Choutarou shrugged, which was true. Who gets tired of burgers and fries?

Shishido grinned at him. “Okay, my treat.”

Again?” Choutarou gaped, eyebrows knitting together in worry. “Shishido-san, it’s o –“

“Come on,” Shishido poked Choutarou’s chest with a finger. “Let a sempai spoil his kohai once in a while.”

Choutarou’s eyes softened. “Okay,” he said, and stole a kiss on Shishido-san’s cheek.

Laughing at his sempai’s flustered expression, Choutarou walked past him and quipped playfully. “If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to order everything on the menu!”

“H-HEY! That’s cheating!”





Ten minutes later of racing around the streets of Tokyo, they finally arrived at the fast food joint and got themselves the same food they ordered that morning. The lady that took their order was also the same as that morning, and she blinked at them at first, before shrugging it off and starting her spiel.

As soon as they sat down, Choutarou laughed softly. “Is it because it’s my birthday today?”

Shishido, in the middle of the process of pushing a French fry in his mouth, stared at him.

“Or Valentine’s Day?” Choutarou continued, grinning.

Shishido swallowed the French fry. “Can it be both?”

Choutarou smiled. “Thank you, Shishido-san.”

“Actually,” Shishido started, taking the pickles off his burger and putting them on Choutarou’s. He grinned at his doubles partner.

“It’s because you’re Choutarou.”





(“Do you really think I’ll do this with Atobe?”

Choutarou laughed.

The image of Atobe-san and oppai mousepads
was interesting.)

end


 
 
 
bloodyheartless on March 19th, 2010 04:50 pm (UTC)
*swoons*

Favorite bit: "Shishido snorted. You won’t be so tough when I eat you, he thought to himself sulkily, glaring at the bento."
cotton_brain on March 22nd, 2010 12:01 pm (UTC)
Loved it so much! It's so sweet that Shishido wants to protect Choutarou from oppai mousepads and 2D girls. AWESOME!!
glowstarducky on April 30th, 2010 02:10 pm (UTC)
adorable ^_^
dark_kana on April 30th, 2010 06:04 pm (UTC)
so adorable!!! ^^ They are so cute!! XD
akabun_rikkai on May 4th, 2010 12:02 am (UTC)
Aw, So cute!!!