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The Things Between Us//Prince of Tennis//With Me Prompt
Title: The Things Between Us
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Silver Pair (Shishido Ryou & Ohtori Choutarou)
Wordcount: 780
Notes/Warnings: Boy Love ahead
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to own them, Prince of Tennis doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Konomi.
Summary: Everyone reacts to music in different ways. While lounging Shishido muses...
I really should be doing work. I have a few hundred pages of reading to do as well as papers I should start on, but for whatever reason the motivation just isn’t there. So I find myself lounging on the couch listening to music. This “Bolero” isn’t that bad. Classical music was never my thing, despite having known and lived with an instrumentalist for years. Choutarou was always listening to some piece of music and it was impressive how he could tell when the piece was written and most of the time who wrote it. To me, it sounded just about the same.
“Ryou-san, I’m back!”
That voice always made me smile. Choutarou is a nice, easy going guy. Some look at the two us and say he’s being a doormat and letting me run everything. They would not say that if they’ve seen some of the fights we have gotten into. Choutarou is no push over and has more of a spine than most of the people I know, he just tends to choose his battles.
Then again, those same people are also the ones that say rooming with your best friend is a mistake. It’s been two years already and I couldn’t have asked for a better roommate or friend.
“I thought you would be locked away in your room or did you get burned out?”
I looked over the couch as Choutarou set his bag down in his room. He pauses and listens.
“Ryou-san…are you listening to Ravel?”
I chuckle. It took years to him to use my given name yet he still uses –san. He can be stubborn when it comes to some things. Another reason I laugh at the people that claim he has no spine.
“I saw one of you CDs lying around and decided to listen to it. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all Ryou-san, I’m just surprised you’re listening to it.”
Now I’ve heard Choutarou going on a few time how music is and aural representation of life itself, though I really only heard half those conversations. Get him on the subject of music and he could go on for days without stopping. I really don’t understand half of what he is saying, but he listens to my rants on history & teaching so it all a fair trade. Listening to this piece, I think I understand what he goes on about all the time.
He’s passing by the couch and I can’t help but ask.
“Choutarou, why did decide to room with me? I’m not the easiest person to get along with.”
That makes him stop. His brows scrunch up and he starts playing with that cross of his.
“Well, with you it’s different, Ryou-san. People say you are hard to get along with, and sometimes you are when you’re in your moods. But part of being in any kind of relationship with someone is learning to live with all of someone, even the more…annoying parts. I like you Ryou-san, it’s as simple as that.”
I really want to know how I of all people have come to know someone like Choutarou, but I’m not one complain. The piece is coming to an end and despite him being quite taller than me, the couch makes up for that. Cymbals crash, horns wail, and I’m kissing Choutarou. He is surprised, but he doesn’t pull back. The kiss itself is awkward, but the feeling is quite comfortable. The piece ends as the kiss does. I have to chuckle a bit at the look on his face. I don’t see him in shock often but he looks adorable. I stretch a bit and jump off the couch.
“I guess what they say about Bolero is true, it is the aural equivalent of sex. If that’s all it takes to get you complacent, I should look into the Beethoven you’re always going on about.”
It’s about time I got on with my work, and it seems my motivation is back. As I walk to the doorway of my room, I can’t help but glance back. Choutarou is still standing there, and I get to see his face go completely red and his eyes widen as his brain finally registers what I said.
“RYOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even before the first couch cushion hits I’m already part way to the floor from laughing so hard. Only two thoughts cross my mind. Choutarou still has a good arm…
And the –san that has been between us is finally gone.
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Notes:
-san: A Japanese Honorific that denotes respect.
This is from Shishido's POV. His full name is Shishido Ryou for those of you not familiar with Prince of Tennis.
Ummm....Hi everyone! This was done as a gift to a friend on LJ, this prompt finally let me get the ideas that have been forming in my head (damn muses). Comments are loved, since I'm not too sure about my writing...
Edited for me missing things ^^;;;