A Prince of Tennis fanfic
Disclaimer: Still not mine
Characters: Echizen, Momoshirou (no
pairings - although if you really WANTED to I guess you could see it)
Momoshirou glared down at the
shorter boy. "It's nearly dinner time."
looked at him incredulously. "You're STILL hungry?" He knew that Momo
could put away more food than even himself, but after 20 or so burgers,
a variety of meat buns and half a dozen snacks from the vending
machines he would have thought his gangly senior could wait half an
hour before his next meal.
"I'm SAYING, it's nearly dinner
time, and we've been hanging out since school finished for the day,"
Ryoma stared at him blankly,
waiting for him to make a point.
FURTHERMORE, I know that you know that today was the second round of
ranking matches for the high school team," Momo continued after a few
minutes of silence.
Ryoma decided that this, being
tennis related, at least deserved acknowledgement. "Mmmm."
"AND I know that you know that I
was matched up against that stupid viper yesterday."
There was a long pause. "Well then,
if we both know, and we both know that we know, what is there to talk
about?" Ryoma asked.
"YOU BRAT!!!!" Momo grabbed him and
proceeded to noogie him thoroughly. "You didn't even ask how the match
"You lost," Ryoma choked out.
Momo froze. "How did you know that?"
Ryoma's reply was somewhat faint
All of the colour drained out of
Momo's face. "Someone posted it on the internet?"
"No..." Ryoma freed himself with
some effort. "On the tennis net."
sighed and poked his friend in the side. "The only one likely to be
blasting holes in the net is you and your dunk smashes. I saw them
throwing it out when I went to see what was taking you so long to
arrive. Your aim is off these days."
Momo went red. "It's not my fault!
I'm going through another growth spurt!"
"I noticed," Ryoma said wryly.
"Maybe you should try out for basketball instead."
"Huh! What's the matter?" Momo's
eyes narrowed. "Scared of the competition?"
Momo aimed a swat at Ryoma's head, which missed. "Maybe YOU should try
growing a little! Are you drinking your milk like Inui-sempai told you?"
if I drink any more milk I will turn into a cow," Ryoma told him
firmly. "I can't help being short, any more than you can help being a
that's it," Momo rolled up his uniform jacket sleeves menacingly. "You
and me, tennis match RIGHT NOW. I'll teach you to be disrespectful to
"But I already KNOW how to be...
OW!! That hurt!"
"Come on, hurry up. I've got just
enough time to wipe the court with you before dinner."
You wish!" Ryoma allowed himself a small smirk as he watched
Momoshirou's eyes fill up with a familiar fire once more, sweeping the
Much better. Being sad really
didn't suit him.
"You've still got a long way to go,
Momo-sempai," Ryoma said smugly.
Momo bared his teeth at him. "Not
as far as you do... shorty."