Unexpected Triumph | By : Pixxit Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 1885 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I do not own Prince of Tennis – no infringement is intended.
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Because all that arguing is because of something.
The unexpected win – their triumph – hadn’t gone far toward
improving Kaidoh’s mood as far as Momoshiro
could tell.
Not that anything really seemed to trigger that particular ability.
Momo slid a glance at his partner as though doing so
would help him to gauge his mood. He snorted when Kaidoh
didn’t even look his way; attempting to make the distinction was pointless as
he only seemed to have the one mood.
“Good game, Mamushi. I gotta
admit, sometimes you surprise me.” Momo joked,
nudging his teammate with his elbow.
Kaidoh scowled and veered a little to the right,
putting a little space between them. “You’ll excuse me for expressing how
little I care, Momoshiro.” He looked away, then. “And
stop calling me Mamushi.”
Momo laughed, hooking his racket behind his neck and
tipping his face toward the late-afternoon sunshine. It’d been a hell of a victory
and he was still riding the high. He couldn’t help wondering if, under that
hideous bandana Kaidoh wore, maybe his teammate was
happy, too. “You’re such a ray of sunshine, Kaidoh.
You fill my days with brightness and hope.”
Kaidoh shoved him, one-handed, and pushed open the
clubhouse door hard enough to cause it to bang against the wall. Momo cringed. Kaidoh did not.
Kaidoh snorted, as though to camouflage the fact that
he was speaking to Momoshiro without benefit of being
prompted to do so. “We would have done better if you’d had the common sense to
keep your trap shut on the courts. You can’t expect to play a good game while
you’re flapping your jaw.”
Momo followed him in, disbelief making short work of
his earlier amusement. “Flapping my jaw? I was arguing with you, moron.
An argument, might I add, that you started!”
Kaidoh dropped his bag and turned his back to his
teammate – a most effective dismissal if ever there were one. Momo stripped off his shirt, seething, and tossed it into
his locker. “Jerk.”
Kaidoh was in the process of tugging off his own
shirt when he threw Momo a venomous glare over his
shoulder. His shirt hung loosely at his wrists, though he did not yet let it
fall. It was, as if Momo needed it; further proof
that Kaidoh couldn’t take five seconds to change his
clothes before he was back to flinging insults.
“Idiot.” He hissed.
Momo’s hands curled into fists at his side and he
took one step toward Kaidoh. “We just had a killer
game, Kaidoh. We did what Oishi
and Kikumaru couldn’t seem to do. Us.
You and me!”
Kaidoh turned slowly, eyes narrowed in irritation. “There
is no you and me.”
Momo blinked, feeling as though Kaidoh
had physically struck him. Arguing with him was one thing, denouncing him was another. Weren’t they teammates, if nothing else? Momo was stunned by the realization that such an assertion
from someone he was sure he detested actually hurt. “Do you mean that?”
His voice was uncharacteristically, embarrassingly soft. He found that he
didn’t really care.
Kaidoh simply stood his ground, shoulders squared,
stance defensive. “Have I made a secret of it?”
Momo took another step forward, expression neutral. “You sure about that? I’m nothing to you?”
Kaidoh still didn’t move, though Momo
could tell that he wanted to. “Nothing but a teammate – and a
nuisance at that.” His voice was lower now, however, and lacked the
conviction his previous words had carried. Momo’s
increasing proximity was making him nervous. “All we do is argue.
Why can’t you leave it alone, Momoshiro?”
Momo moved in, crowding Kaidoh
against the locker, usurping his very well guarded personal space. Momo’s breath stirred the fringe peeking from beneath Kaidoh’s bandana. “I hate this stupid bandana, Kaoru. Why
do you always wear it?” His voice was distractingly soft.
Kaidoh didn’t miss the subtle shift behind Momo’s eyes, nor did he miss the casual way the taller boy
breathed his name. He didn’t lift his chin, looking up at his teammate with a
skittish, hesitant glance. He swallowed – his throat was suddenly a little too
tight to speak. “Why are you always talking? You never shut up…Momo.”
The taller boy’s eyelashes fluttered just that split second before he pressed
his forearm against Kaidoh’s chest and bent to claim
his lips in an impulsive, hurried, completely inexperienced kiss. Kaidoh stiffened almost immediately at the unexpected
contact but something in the way his teammate’s lips clung so softly to his own
made him forget that he was supposed to be angry.
Momo exhaled slowly when he eased back a little, his
nose still brushing Kaoru’s. “I can shut up…see?”
Kaoru licked his lips, seeking some evidence of the kiss they’d just shared.
“Is that the only way to make it happen?” He wanted to kick himself for the
low, husky tone of his voice. There was no way in hell he should be this complacent
when Momoshiro Takeshi had just laid one on him.
“Maybe. Next time I start running my mouth you should
test it out.” Momo told him, voice steady but his
entire demeanor hesitant, uncertain.
Truthfully, that was the reason Kaidoh didn’t knock
him flat on his ass. And that confused the hell out of him.
“I’m not kissing you on the courts, Momoshiro.” He
growled, pushing back against the arm braced at his
chest.
Momo only grinned, leaning in to rub his nose against
Kaidoh’s. “Maybe the threat of a kiss would work just
as well.”
Kaidoh pushed him away then, managing to keep the
scowl firmly in place until he had his back turned and could allow the secret
little smile to appear. He bent to rummage for a clean shirt, unable to stop
smiling. “Idiot.”
Momo turned to retrieve his street clothes, the smile
on his face a mirror image of the one Kaidoh would
never let him see. But then, Momo reasoned, it wasn’t
really necessary. “Jerk.”
Not when Kaidoh’s kiss was that sweet.
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