[Drabble] - Aftermath (KuraBane, PG-13)
Apr. 18th, 2008 03:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crookedspoonFandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Shiraishi, Kurobane, Osamu
Word Count: 355
Themes/Prompts: #75 "Coma" @![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Disclaimer: No own, no sue.
Notes: I swear this is almost canon! I blame the last panel of this page for killing my brain and making me do this.
Main table can be found here.
Shiraishi's eyes fluttered open, when the gentle morning sun tickled him awake. The morning itself wasn't gentle at all. He felt drained, sticky and so not ecstatic. And his stomach hurt worse than the day before.
Last thing he could remember was the yakiniku competition and a voice echoing inside his head. 'It's gonna be an all-nighter' -- oh.
The rustle of bedding beside him presented him with a view he could have done without. The bare chest of some Rokkaku guy he did not even know.
"Uh, hi."
Damn, this was awkward. Why were they alone in a bed anyway? Shouldn't they be, like, surrounded by regulars of either team? This looked like an expansive hotel room. And he didn't have money on him. No surprise that, as he currently had nothing on him. Maybe all of this had been a ploy to get into his pants, or rather the wallet in his pants.
Whatever it was, he didn't really care. What he did care about though, was whether they used protection (in case they'd done something really stupid). STDs were the last thing he wanted. He wasn't experienced in that area, but he knew they were harder to get rid of than Yuuji, once he latched onto you.
"What the hell happened?" What's-his-face asked as he tucked himself into his pants.
"Fuck me if I know."
That guy (Kurobane, was it?) looked at him strangely, but Shiraishi couldn't care less right then. He wanted to be out of this room. On his quest looking for the key, which he found two steps away from the door, he heard a soft rasping sound. It increased the closer he got to the only exit the hotel room had to offer apart from the windows. He wanted to open it only a crack, but something pushed it open with a force that hit the edge of the door against his little toe.
The curse he let out was drowned out by his coach's head thudding onto the floor.
"Osamu-chan? What--"
Bleary eyes look up at him. "Kuranosuke-kun? So it was you who stole my keys."
Characters: Shiraishi, Kurobane, Osamu
Word Count: 355
Themes/Prompts: #75 "Coma" @
100_promptsDisclaimer: No own, no sue.
Notes: I swear this is almost canon! I blame the last panel of this page for killing my brain and making me do this.
Main table can be found here.
Shiraishi's eyes fluttered open, when the gentle morning sun tickled him awake. The morning itself wasn't gentle at all. He felt drained, sticky and so not ecstatic. And his stomach hurt worse than the day before.
Last thing he could remember was the yakiniku competition and a voice echoing inside his head. 'It's gonna be an all-nighter' -- oh.
The rustle of bedding beside him presented him with a view he could have done without. The bare chest of some Rokkaku guy he did not even know.
"Uh, hi."
Damn, this was awkward. Why were they alone in a bed anyway? Shouldn't they be, like, surrounded by regulars of either team? This looked like an expansive hotel room. And he didn't have money on him. No surprise that, as he currently had nothing on him. Maybe all of this had been a ploy to get into his pants, or rather the wallet in his pants.
Whatever it was, he didn't really care. What he did care about though, was whether they used protection (in case they'd done something really stupid). STDs were the last thing he wanted. He wasn't experienced in that area, but he knew they were harder to get rid of than Yuuji, once he latched onto you.
"What the hell happened?" What's-his-face asked as he tucked himself into his pants.
"Fuck me if I know."
That guy (Kurobane, was it?) looked at him strangely, but Shiraishi couldn't care less right then. He wanted to be out of this room. On his quest looking for the key, which he found two steps away from the door, he heard a soft rasping sound. It increased the closer he got to the only exit the hotel room had to offer apart from the windows. He wanted to open it only a crack, but something pushed it open with a force that hit the edge of the door against his little toe.
The curse he let out was drowned out by his coach's head thudding onto the floor.
"Osamu-chan? What--"
Bleary eyes look up at him. "Kuranosuke-kun? So it was you who stole my keys."
