ketchup (ketchupblood) wrote in ironman7, @ 2007-09-20 22:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | ketchupblood, prince of tennis, week 5: prompt 5 |
prince of tennis (Chitose, Shiraishi) [week 5 - prompt 5]
Title: How to be a Bastard
Author: ketchupblood
Rating: PG
Warnings: Completely pointless
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Shiraishi asks Chitose to teach him how to be a bastard
Author's Notes: ... I don't even know.
5. I thought you might have some advice to give on how to be insensitive.
To be entirely honest, Chitose wasn't expecting to see Shiraishi on the roof that day. Actually, he hadn't expected to see Shiraishi at all for a month or so at most, when the tennis season officially began, seeing as they were in different schools their first year in high school. Needless to say, he was more than a little surprised to see Shiraishi, no longer wearing the bandages and looking strange in casual clothing.
Even stranger were the first words out of Shiraishi's mouth. They weren't the traditional "Hello" or "Long time no see" or even Shiraishi's trademarked "Ecstasy" but "Hey, wanna teach me how to be a bastard?"
Chitose must have stared at him for a good thirty seconds before answering with a very intelligent, "What?"
"How to be a bastard." Shiraishi smirked and leaned against the wall of the roof.
Chitose wasn't sure if that was supposed to be an insult or an honest request; knowing Shiraishi, it was just an insult, but he must have come a long way just to insult Chitose. Not to mention that they hadn't even talked for months now. Insulting him would not only be completely random but totally unwarranted, Chitose reasoned. So he just asked, "Why?"
"Do I need a reason?" Shiraishi asked.
Chitose shrugged. "Guess not. Don't think I can help you though, bro. I've never tried."
"Can't be that hard, right?" Shiraishi reached into a bag that he had next to him and pulled out a pack of something—probably candy, since Shiraishi had a crazy sweet tooth—and tossed it to Chitose, who caught it easily.
"Then figure it out yourself." It was some sort of gummy, so Chitose tossed them right back. He hated those things. They tasted slimy and nasty and gross.
"What, you don't want any?" Shiraishi opened the box. "They're apple flavored!"
"No thanks." Chitose sat down next to Shiraishi so that Shiraishi had to sit down as well or look down while he talked. "So why do you want to be a bastard?"
"Dude, I told you already." Shiraishi took out one of his gummies—they were shaped like worms, Chitose noted—and stuffed it in his mouth.
"That's disgusting, man." Chitose carefully looked away.
"What, these?" Shiraishi waved the box in his face and Chitose backed away.
"Yeah, those. How can you stand them?"
"I like them!"
"Whatever. So why do yo—"
"I told you." Shiraishi informed him patiently. Chitose recognized that voice as the one that Shiraishi normally used on Kintarou, the one that meant he was quickly losing his patience.
"You said you didn't need a reason, but there's always a reason." Chitose said.
"There's no reason." Shiraishi said.
"Right." Chitose said. "So you just skipped school, came here, and asked a stupid question just for the heck of it?"
"What if I did?" Shiraishi popped another gummy worm into his mouth.
Chitose winced, imagining the slimy taste of the... okay, not thinking about that, he decided. "You're weird, man."
"Whatever. Just help me, okay?"
"Sure. Whatever."
"Tomorrow?"
"Sounds good."