Wild Geese by Rakish Prince of tennis Fandom: Tenipuri Type: Fanfic Title: Wild Guees Author: Rakish Pairing: Tezuka/Ryouma Warnings/Rating: PG humor/romance Where to find more by this author:http://www.journalfen.net/users/rakish/ Link: http://www.journalfen.net/users/rakish/103880.html Why should people click? It's just a sweet relationship between Ryouma and Tezuka, with Tezuka looking out for Ryouma - and the lengths Tezuka will go. XD
None of the vending machines in America sell grape Ponta anymore.
Tezuka finds this out the hard way, after their plane lands and Echizen is sleepy, wanting bed but wanting a can of Ponta more. The vending machines in the airport sell plenty of things: Pepsi, Mountain Dew, iced tea, water. Some sell orange Ponta, too, but even these are few and far between. Tezuka then checks at the food shops that line the terminal, but all of the cashiers look at him as though he’s speaking a foreign language, even though Tezuka knows his English is perfect.
He goes back to Echizen, who is curled up on two of the hard airport seats, using his own carry-on as a pillow and Tezuka’s as a substitute for Karupin. Neither of these is very effective, as they always bring their racquets and other tennis things in the carry-ons, the things they don’t want to lose most of all. However, tennis things aren’t soft, and Echizen shifts, and yawns, repositioning his head so that it’s not directly on a racquet handle.
“Echizen,” says Tezuka, and Echizen blinks up at him, bleary-eyed. “They don’t have grape anywhere.”
“Mm.” Echizen buries his face in his carry-on and hugs Tezuka’s closer.
“Do you want anything else?” Tezuka already knows the answer will be no, but he asks anyway.
“No. Maybe." Echizen pauses and reconsiders. "Tea if you get it.”
Tezuka hadn’t been planning on buying anything for himself, but he knows that a bit of rehydration will do Echizen good. “All right.” He only goes across the way so that he can keep an eye on Echizen, making sure that no one comes near. Iced tea is more expensive here than it is in Japan, but Tezuka buys it anyway. Then he fetches Echizen, letting Echizen lean on him on their way to the baggage claim. None of their things have been lost this time, at least, always a lucky occurrence.
Echizen winces when they step into the chill night air. “Stupid America,” he mutters, nuzzling closer into Tezuka’s side. “Cold and no Ponta.”
Tezuka smiles slightly and is glad he’d made Echizen wear his jacket.