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Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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1,592
Reviews:
8
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I do not own Prince of Tennis (Tennis no Ohjisama), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Three A.M.
Like It’s Suppsed To
Summary: The plans others make for us don’t always work, but neither do the plans we make for ourselves. We can only change with the times and go with the flow. Akutsu/Kaidoh
Disclaimer:I don’t own Prince of Tennis. *sniffle*
Warning:None for Now
Author’s NoteThis is a different story and it’s placed in I suppose a future that I’ve created. I said to myself, “What if” and began. I started to work with a story where I decided something big happened to Kaidoh to change him and we’re going to find out what.
Please join me on that journey.
Dozo.
Three A.M.
“Fwshuuuu....”
Kaidoh stared at the floor as he held the tiny cell phone to his ear, the old key chain that once dangled from the antennae long gone. The display was still it and it colored his face an odd green and he squinted his eye against it. His body told him it had to be around two or three in the morning and that he’d only gotten off work three hours ago.
He listened, then ended the call, standing with effort before he reached for the discarded pants hung over the chair near his bed. Taking a glance out of the thin curtained window, he shook his head.
I won’t have much time for sleep...
****
Akutsu observed the single red glow that danced in the blackness across the street. He threw his jacket over his shoulder and growled to himself, shoving a hand in his pocket and walking over. He watched the cigarette be tossed away and as he got closer, saw the figure get in the beat up looking Toyota, taking that as his cue to just hurry the fuck up and get in.
So he did.
As soon as he made it to the passenger side and got in, the car started. He hurried with the seat belt, cursing softly as the driver seemed to floor it as soon as they were out of range of the police station.
“Damn Mamushi, not afraid of a ticket are you?”
Kaidoh Kaoru, haggard from lack of sleep, slowed for a stop light and scratched at the stubble that had already appeared on his chin from the long evening shift. He didn’t answer, but he did reach for the packet of cigarettes in his plaid shirt pocket. He found it empty and hissed, tossing the package out of the window.
Akutsu crossed his arms and stared out into the morning night.
“You got a place?”
Kaidoh’s voice sounded rough, like he’d just woken up, but Akutsu knew different. He’d figured it was maybe the recent cigarette combined with fatigue.
“No, but you do I’m sure.”
Kaidoh continued to drive until they reached the defeated looking concrete parking area in an apartment complex. The young man got out and locked his car, Akutsu coming around the back of the car and waiting to follow. Kaidoh essentially ignored him and headed up to his apartment, the outside stair case littered with the occasional cigarette butt or beer can.
When they got to the corner apartment, number 217, Kaidoh opened the door and went in. He left it to Akutsu to close the door and went over to the refrigerator. He scribbled on a white board on the door and tossed the marker on the counter, turning on the oven light before he retreated to the back. The older man tossed his jacket over the back of the couch, unsurprised when Kaidoh came back with a blanket and a pillow and a new cigarette in his mouth. It was bent towards the end and Akutsu figured it’d probably seen a pocket.
“Got anything to drink?”
The man paused, running his hand through his hair as if he was trying to think. He shook his head slightly. “Beer.”
“Your last beer I take it?”
“Gotta make groceries.”
They stood there, the orange glow of the kitchen light spilling into the living room that was only a few feet away from the small breakfast bar/counter that divided the space.
“...How’d you get my number?”
“I remember seeing it somewhere...a long time ago, when Taichi was running around trying to get his year book signed...”
Kaidoh blew smoke and looked at the man. That had been...years ago. Years.
“Apparently, that jackass got a hold of it after you because there was a snake next to it...he drew it.”
“Momoshiro...” the youth whispered, tapping his ash into a nearby tray. He put it out and cleared his throat, going for a glass to get water.
“Aren’t you going to ask anymore questions?”
Kaidoh drank down the cool, clear liquid. “I don’t really give a damn. I have work at three and I need my sleep. If you wanted a big deal, you should have called your mother.”
“My mother died some time back.”
“That isn’t my problem.” came the slow retort. He rinsed the glass and put it in the drying rack.
Akutsu sat on the couch, his back to the kitchen, to Kaidoh. “So, what is it you do?”
“I work in a warehouse, loading, unloading, inventory. Sometimes I drive the forklift. Electronics mostly.”
“Hm. Good money?”
“It pays the bills.”
“College?”
Kaidoh paused as he was leaving the kitchen. “College wasn’t for me.”
And with that he left, disappearing into the back.
Akutsu looked at his hands in the orange light then let them into his lap, his body shadowing him.
Why had he remembered Kaidoh’s number when the heat was on? He didn’t even figure he’d have the same cell phone number. He didn’t even think he’d show up, not to a call that said, “Hey, I’m in jail. Come get me.”
He didn’t have any relationship with him. He’d seen Kaidoh hanging around a few parties, but that was back in highschool. They weren’t even friends.
He took the pillow and laid down, shoving it under his head. He tugged the blanket over him and figured he’d think about all that shit tomorrow.
****
The smells woke him up. Not necessarily breakfast, but he could smell the frying meat. He sat up and rubbed his face, noting that the tv was on.
What time was it?
He turned and saw Kaidoh moving around the kitchen, a cigarette in his lips, a small glass sitting near the stove. He saw the ice and imagined it to be liquor somehow.
Who was this Kaidoh Kaoru and why didn’t he have a bandana on? Didn’t he care about what smoking would do his tennis?
Akutsu moved his hands over his eyes. Last night.
That’s right...he’d gotten into it with some punks at the bar and the next thing he knew, he was in the slammer. It wasn’t the first time, but he’d been trying to ease off it since...he didn’t exactly have anyone to bail him out anymore.
That’s when he thought of Kaidoh’s number and -
“Eh, Mamushi. How much was my bail?”
Kaidoh flipped the ground beef patty and moved it around with the spatula, eyes half-lidded and a little red. “Un...one hundred and twenty.”
“I’ll pay you.”
The youth just kept cooking as if he already knew this. Akutsu got up and folded the blanket and fluffed the pillow absently.
“Where can I put this?”
“Leave it there.”
He looked at the table, running a hand through ash brown hair that was limping into his face and around his ears. He saw two plates and wondered, walking towards the back.
“Bathroom is on the right.”
He nodded and found it easily enough.
The man used the facilities and looked at his hair, realizing he didn’t have anything with him and that he’d probably have to go by the old place and get his shit. He took a comb out of his back pocket and wetted it, figuring he’d just comb it down for once and fuck the commentary.
He washed his face and hands and went out, checking his cell phone.
No messages.
Kaidoh put the food on the table, and sat down to eat his, setting his cigarette in another ash tray on the table. He finished his drink and checked his watch. It was only around one. He had time.
It was a silent meal and Akutsu was partially thankful for that though he knew Kaidoh wasn’t one for talk.
“Well...do you want a fuckin’ thank you or something?”
“Keep it to yourself.” He finished his meal to a stopping point and grabbed the paper, Akutsu noting that there were a few more under it, older, the red circles standing out to him.
“Looking for a new job?”
“Isn’t everyone?”
And time passed again in the deafening quiet as Akutsu finished his meal. He was told to leave his dishes and that they’d be taken care of. He stood and stared at the back of Kaidoh’s paper, not knowing what the hell to say at all.
He scowled. Fuckin’ Mamushi and his quiet generosity.
He went towards the door and muttered, “Ja.” then left.
Kaidoh didn’t even lower the paper.
****
*That’s the first Chapter. The second chapter is written and being finished. I feel like this is a good start.
*Schwarzwald is taking it easy.
Summary: The plans others make for us don’t always work, but neither do the plans we make for ourselves. We can only change with the times and go with the flow. Akutsu/Kaidoh
Disclaimer:I don’t own Prince of Tennis. *sniffle*
Warning:None for Now
Author’s NoteThis is a different story and it’s placed in I suppose a future that I’ve created. I said to myself, “What if” and began. I started to work with a story where I decided something big happened to Kaidoh to change him and we’re going to find out what.
Please join me on that journey.
Dozo.
Three A.M.
“Fwshuuuu....”
Kaidoh stared at the floor as he held the tiny cell phone to his ear, the old key chain that once dangled from the antennae long gone. The display was still it and it colored his face an odd green and he squinted his eye against it. His body told him it had to be around two or three in the morning and that he’d only gotten off work three hours ago.
He listened, then ended the call, standing with effort before he reached for the discarded pants hung over the chair near his bed. Taking a glance out of the thin curtained window, he shook his head.
I won’t have much time for sleep...
****
Akutsu observed the single red glow that danced in the blackness across the street. He threw his jacket over his shoulder and growled to himself, shoving a hand in his pocket and walking over. He watched the cigarette be tossed away and as he got closer, saw the figure get in the beat up looking Toyota, taking that as his cue to just hurry the fuck up and get in.
So he did.
As soon as he made it to the passenger side and got in, the car started. He hurried with the seat belt, cursing softly as the driver seemed to floor it as soon as they were out of range of the police station.
“Damn Mamushi, not afraid of a ticket are you?”
Kaidoh Kaoru, haggard from lack of sleep, slowed for a stop light and scratched at the stubble that had already appeared on his chin from the long evening shift. He didn’t answer, but he did reach for the packet of cigarettes in his plaid shirt pocket. He found it empty and hissed, tossing the package out of the window.
Akutsu crossed his arms and stared out into the morning night.
“You got a place?”
Kaidoh’s voice sounded rough, like he’d just woken up, but Akutsu knew different. He’d figured it was maybe the recent cigarette combined with fatigue.
“No, but you do I’m sure.”
Kaidoh continued to drive until they reached the defeated looking concrete parking area in an apartment complex. The young man got out and locked his car, Akutsu coming around the back of the car and waiting to follow. Kaidoh essentially ignored him and headed up to his apartment, the outside stair case littered with the occasional cigarette butt or beer can.
When they got to the corner apartment, number 217, Kaidoh opened the door and went in. He left it to Akutsu to close the door and went over to the refrigerator. He scribbled on a white board on the door and tossed the marker on the counter, turning on the oven light before he retreated to the back. The older man tossed his jacket over the back of the couch, unsurprised when Kaidoh came back with a blanket and a pillow and a new cigarette in his mouth. It was bent towards the end and Akutsu figured it’d probably seen a pocket.
“Got anything to drink?”
The man paused, running his hand through his hair as if he was trying to think. He shook his head slightly. “Beer.”
“Your last beer I take it?”
“Gotta make groceries.”
They stood there, the orange glow of the kitchen light spilling into the living room that was only a few feet away from the small breakfast bar/counter that divided the space.
“...How’d you get my number?”
“I remember seeing it somewhere...a long time ago, when Taichi was running around trying to get his year book signed...”
Kaidoh blew smoke and looked at the man. That had been...years ago. Years.
“Apparently, that jackass got a hold of it after you because there was a snake next to it...he drew it.”
“Momoshiro...” the youth whispered, tapping his ash into a nearby tray. He put it out and cleared his throat, going for a glass to get water.
“Aren’t you going to ask anymore questions?”
Kaidoh drank down the cool, clear liquid. “I don’t really give a damn. I have work at three and I need my sleep. If you wanted a big deal, you should have called your mother.”
“My mother died some time back.”
“That isn’t my problem.” came the slow retort. He rinsed the glass and put it in the drying rack.
Akutsu sat on the couch, his back to the kitchen, to Kaidoh. “So, what is it you do?”
“I work in a warehouse, loading, unloading, inventory. Sometimes I drive the forklift. Electronics mostly.”
“Hm. Good money?”
“It pays the bills.”
“College?”
Kaidoh paused as he was leaving the kitchen. “College wasn’t for me.”
And with that he left, disappearing into the back.
Akutsu looked at his hands in the orange light then let them into his lap, his body shadowing him.
Why had he remembered Kaidoh’s number when the heat was on? He didn’t even figure he’d have the same cell phone number. He didn’t even think he’d show up, not to a call that said, “Hey, I’m in jail. Come get me.”
He didn’t have any relationship with him. He’d seen Kaidoh hanging around a few parties, but that was back in highschool. They weren’t even friends.
He took the pillow and laid down, shoving it under his head. He tugged the blanket over him and figured he’d think about all that shit tomorrow.
The smells woke him up. Not necessarily breakfast, but he could smell the frying meat. He sat up and rubbed his face, noting that the tv was on.
What time was it?
He turned and saw Kaidoh moving around the kitchen, a cigarette in his lips, a small glass sitting near the stove. He saw the ice and imagined it to be liquor somehow.
Who was this Kaidoh Kaoru and why didn’t he have a bandana on? Didn’t he care about what smoking would do his tennis?
Akutsu moved his hands over his eyes. Last night.
That’s right...he’d gotten into it with some punks at the bar and the next thing he knew, he was in the slammer. It wasn’t the first time, but he’d been trying to ease off it since...he didn’t exactly have anyone to bail him out anymore.
That’s when he thought of Kaidoh’s number and -
“Eh, Mamushi. How much was my bail?”
Kaidoh flipped the ground beef patty and moved it around with the spatula, eyes half-lidded and a little red. “Un...one hundred and twenty.”
“I’ll pay you.”
The youth just kept cooking as if he already knew this. Akutsu got up and folded the blanket and fluffed the pillow absently.
“Where can I put this?”
“Leave it there.”
He looked at the table, running a hand through ash brown hair that was limping into his face and around his ears. He saw two plates and wondered, walking towards the back.
“Bathroom is on the right.”
He nodded and found it easily enough.
The man used the facilities and looked at his hair, realizing he didn’t have anything with him and that he’d probably have to go by the old place and get his shit. He took a comb out of his back pocket and wetted it, figuring he’d just comb it down for once and fuck the commentary.
He washed his face and hands and went out, checking his cell phone.
No messages.
Kaidoh put the food on the table, and sat down to eat his, setting his cigarette in another ash tray on the table. He finished his drink and checked his watch. It was only around one. He had time.
It was a silent meal and Akutsu was partially thankful for that though he knew Kaidoh wasn’t one for talk.
“Well...do you want a fuckin’ thank you or something?”
“Keep it to yourself.” He finished his meal to a stopping point and grabbed the paper, Akutsu noting that there were a few more under it, older, the red circles standing out to him.
“Looking for a new job?”
“Isn’t everyone?”
And time passed again in the deafening quiet as Akutsu finished his meal. He was told to leave his dishes and that they’d be taken care of. He stood and stared at the back of Kaidoh’s paper, not knowing what the hell to say at all.
He scowled. Fuckin’ Mamushi and his quiet generosity.
He went towards the door and muttered, “Ja.” then left.
Kaidoh didn’t even lower the paper.
****
*That’s the first Chapter. The second chapter is written and being finished. I feel like this is a good start.
*Schwarzwald is taking it easy.