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[kat8cha]

Title: 9 unconnected drabbles/ficlets of Hiyoshi/Shishido
Pairing: Hiyoshi/Shishido
Rating: PG-PG-13
Themes: Violent, statue, bleach, dog, crowd, wick, stein, cream, icecream, delivery

 

1) Violent

            Hiyoshi smacked the ball across the court, hey eyes narrowed. Shishido-senpai had graduated and moved onto the Highschool circuit but he kept coming back! It was like he needed to check up on the team to make sure Ohtori was doing well. Chasing Shishido’s return Hiyoshi was glad that Atobe did not feel the need to check up on the team, Shishido undercut his authority enough. He’d never get the team to trust him if they kept looking up to their senpai. Their senpai who had broken that unbroken rule of being off the team when you lost. Everything paled in comparison to that. And not only that, but whenever he came he asked for two games. He asked to play against or with Ohtori, and he asked to play Hiyoshi. Hiyoshi turned him down time after time, saying that there was no time for him to play Shishido during practice. Each time Shishido would be waiting after Hiyoshi had locked up the clubroom and was ready to go home.

            “You know.” Shishido panted after a particularly viscious return. “You don’t need to be so careful when you play me.”

            “What?!” Hiyoshi glared. He was being careful? Hardly.

            “Yeah.” Shishido grinned. “It’s okay to get violent with me. I can take your Enbu tennis.”

            “….” Hiyoshi slid into a stance. “It’s more of a test if  I don’t use it.” Hiyoshi was using Shishido as a measuring stick. If he could beat the other without using Enbu then he’d know he could face the rest of the Kantou region.

            “I’m just saying…” Shishido smirked, tipping his hat back. “I’m a real opponent Wakashi, don’t hold back.”

 

2) Statue

            In front of Hyotei Gakuen there was a statue of Atobe. Not Atobe Keigo, but of his father. It had been erected the summer before Atobe’s first term when Atobe Sr. had donated a large amount of money to the school. All the students treated it with respect, well, all except one. “Wakashi! Choutarou!” Shishido was leaning against the statue, waving at them after classes had ended.

            “Shishido-san.” Ohtori chirped, having a firm hold on Hiyoshi’s arm so the other wouldn’t bolt. “I know we had planned to meet you, but I have a piano lesson today. My teacher moved it on me.”

            “Oh.” Shishido frowned, but then shrugged. “Wakashi’ll just have to keep me company.”

            “….” Hiyoshi snorted, shaking off Ohtori’s arm once they had reached Shishido. They all knew that he hardly talked when he went out with Shishido and Ohtori. That was because they both chattered so much, Hiyoshi didn’t need to speak. Just like the statue never made a noise even when a half dozen birds chattered from perches on it’s arms.

 

3) Bleach

            “I hate you.” Hiyoshi hissed at Shishido as he dumped the sheets in the washing machine. “Do you know how much that stains?!” Grabbing the bleach Hiyoshi added a fair amount.

            “What’re you adding bleach for? I never do that.” Shishido rarely did his own laundry either, but that was beside the point.

            “Because otherwise it’ll have yellow spots all over it.” Hiyoshi liked his sheets plain white, thank you very much, also his mother would ask questions. “And also because someone had a nosebleed, remember?”

            Shishido snickered. “It’s not my fault you couldn’t handle the thoughts of me naked.” Stretching his arms above his head Shishido showed off his still naked chest. “I am a god though, so I guess I – oof!” Hiyoshi grabbed Shishido, setting him on top of the dryer as he turned the machine on.

            “A god of stupidity maybe.” Hiyoshi muttered as he grabbed Shishido by his short hair, holding him close for a kiss as he slid a hand into Shishido’s pants. The drying hummed and thumped under them while the washing machine disguised their noises form anyone who would be listening in.

 

4) Dog

            Hiyoshi crouched down in front of the pet store, looking through the window. Kabaji had said that the right store was somewhere around here….  “Wakashi.” Hiyoshi jumped, then stuck his hands in his pockets turning to give Shishido a surly look. “…hey.”

            “Hi.” Hiyoshi grunted, starting to walk away and pretending he hadn’t been eying the animals in the store window.

            “Hey!” Shishido caught up, walking at his side. “Thought you hated animals.”

            “I do.” Hoping Shishido’d loose interest and go away Hiyoshi clammed up and refused to answer any of Shishido’s questions. Before long though Shishido stopped talking, and sure enough disappeared from his side. Not knowing whether to be happy or disappointed Hiyoshi glanced around.

            “Hi there boy.” Shishido said to a pet store window, making faces at a cute brown dog. The dog yipped, jumping in it’s cage and placing it’s paws on the window. Hiyoshi checked the address of the pet store, committing it to memory. So this was the dog Shishido wanted. Well, if Hiyoshi did more work around the Dojo he should be able to afford it for Shishido’s birthday…

 

5) Crowd

If there was one thing Hiyoshi hated about Hyotei it was the crowd and how everyone got lost in it. Even with the tennis club only the exceptional stood out, when there were 200 plus members one got a little lost. Atobe was, of course, at the head of the crowd, leading the other sheep along, with him stood the other regulars. Even that was a crowd that was easy to get lost in, you had to distinguish yourself and make people notice you unless you became another member of the faceless mass.

“Wakashi.” Shishido hit him on the head. “C’mon, do you wanna go to Kareoke or not? We can invite Ohtori or something too if you want.” Hiyoshi blinked, then shook his head.

“Three’s a crowd senpai.” Then reaching up Hiyoshi stole Shishido’s hat and quickly pulled his senpai into a kiss. He didn’t need to be worrying about getting lost in the crowd; he already had something to distinguish himself with.

 

6) Wick

            “Whatcha doing?” Shishido asked, plopping down beside Hiyoshi. Hiyoshi twitched, glancing at his senpai from the corner of his eye.

            “I’m trimming the wicks.” Shishido blinked, then glanced at the candles spread out in front of Hiyoshi. He picked up one of the half burned black candles, picking at the wax that had slid down the side.

            “Why?” Snatching the candle Shishido was holding away Hiyoshi gave his senpai a mild glare.

            “I’m part of the Horror/Mystery club remember? We use a lot of candles.” Hiyoshi had only joined because his brother was dating one of the girls and she had discovered his collection of novels while snooping around their house. Plus his Mother thought he need friends outside of the tennis club.

            “Why’re you trimming them?” Shishido picked up a spare set of scissors and a candle, cutting off a quarter inch of the candle’s wick. “By yourself I mean.”

            “Well you’re helping now.” Hiyoshi smirked and turned back to trimming his pile of candles. With two people working on them they’d get done faster, and maybe he could take his senpai out for tea afterwards.

 

7) Stein

            Hiyoshi stared inquisitively at the huge objects that sat on a shelf in the Atobe household. They were like large mugs… very large mugs. “Hey!” Shishido clapped Hiyoshi on the back and Hiyoshi jumped. “Here.” Passing one of the cans of cheap beer that had been going around the party Shishido grinned. “What’re you looking at?” Hiyoshi could tell that Shishido had obviously already been drinking, there was a blush on his senpai’s cheeks and his eyes were a little hazy.

            “I don’t know.” The celebration bash for Atobe-buchou’s birthday was in full swing now, and Hiyoshi had figured he had found the only quiet corner in the entire mansion.

            “Huh.” Shishido peered at the massive mugs. “They look like beer steins.” Shishido’s speech was slurred and he wrapped an arm around Hiyoshi’s shoulders as he took a sip of his beer.

            “Beer steins?” Making sure no one was looking Hiyoshi wrapped an arm around Shishidos’ waist. He easily popped the top on his Asashi dry one handed. “You put beer in those?” They looked too intricate for such a thing.

            “Yeah. It’s a german thing.” Shishido laughed loudly in Hiyoshi’s ear. “I bet Seigaku’s captain would like one of these! Hey! I think I saw him with Atobe, let’s go tell him Wakashi.” Shishido tugged on Hiyoshi’s shoulders, dragging him along. The beer in Shishido’s hand sloshed, spilling on the ground. The older boy stepped in the beer puddle and slipped, dragging Hiyoshi down with him.

            “Senpai!” Hiyoshi scowled as he hefted himself up, grimacing at the sticky feel of the wood underneath his hands. Atobe’s maids were going to spazz later. Shishido winced a little, opening his eyes to grin up at Hiyoshi.

            “Wakashi!” Shishido shouted loudly, the half empty can tumbling from his hands as he wrapped his arms around Hiyoshi’s neck, dragging the other down into a kiss. Wrinkling his nose at the slightly acrid taste of Shishido’s mouth Hiyoshi still slide his tongue into it, wrapping it around his senpai’s and taking control of the fumbling, sloppy kiss.

 

8+9) Cream, Ice-cream

            Hiyoshi dug in his freezer, bringing out a pint of green tea flavored ice-cream. Making sure that it hadn’t been opened before Hiyoshi dug out two spoons before heading for the couch in the den. Shishido was sifting through his DVD collection, debating which horror movie to start their marathon with first. “Pick one yet senpai?”

            “Important decisions like this take time Wakashi.” Shishido tsked. “I’ve got my choices narrowed to The Exorcist, the Ring, and 7.” Hiyoshi made a face at the last choice, flopping back onto the couch.

            “We watched 7 last time, put the Exorcist in.” Opening the pint of ice-cream Hiyoshi stuck one spoon in it, and then used the other one to take a scoop of ice-cream out, shoving it into his mouth.

            “Elegant Wakashi.” Shishido rolled his eyes, taking the Exorcist out of it’s case and sliding it into the VCR. Hitting play he settled onto the couch, taking a spoonful of the icecream as well. Hiyoshi snorted and rolled his eyes. Like  Shishido-senpai was more elegant then he was.

            Halfway through the exorcist the pint of icecream had been finished off and set carefully onto the floor. Hiyoshi and Shishido had crawled close, hands moving frantically over each other and mouths occupied with kissing, moaning, or gasping their respective names. “Nn. Wakashi.” Shishido grunted as Hiyoshi undid his belt, sliding a hand into the older teen’s pants.

            “Senpai…” Hiyoshi accidentally bit Shishido’s neck a little too hard, earning a hiss as Shishido slid his own hand into Hiyoshi’s pants. Both boys roughly jerked off, hands blurring in the flickering light of the horror movie. As the movie came to a close and the credits started to roll Hiyoshi and Shishido shuddered, spilling seed into the others hand.

            “….” Shishido panted, grimacing at his jizz covered hand and grabbing a tissue to clean it off. Hiyoshi snickered a little.

            “Oh c’mon senpai, you got a thing against ‘cream’?” Teasingly Hiyoshi flicked his tongue over one dirty finger.

            “Wakashi! That’s gross!” Shishido tossed the tissue box at his boyfriend before settling sulkily down onto the couch.

            “Oh c’mon.” Hiyoshi cleaned up before standing up and picking out the next movie. “At least now you know I’d swallow.”

 

10) Delivery

            “Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up….” Shishido muttered, rubbing his hands together and shivering in the cold.

            “…senpai?” Hiyoshi blinked at Shishido, walking up behind the other. “What are you waiting for?” Looking around Hiyoshi didn’t see anything out of the ordinary in the shopping district.

            “Nothing.” Shishido tugged his hat down to hide his light blush.

            “…really.” Slipping up to Shishido’s side Hiyoshi crossed his arms over his chest, his face deadpan. “Then you won’t mind if I wait with you.” Shishido shot Hiyoshi a look before shrugging.

            “Your choi- ah!” Shishido leapt at the newsstand where were bemused teller handed him over an issue of Shonen Jump from the top of the bundle he had been about to put up. Dropping the pay for it into the tellers hand Shishido hugged it to his chest before turning around. “Er….”

            “Nothing huh?” Hiyoshi smirked in amusement. “Just your weekly delivery of brainless shonen manga.”

            “It’s not brainless.” Shishido scoffed before storming past Hiyoshi. “At least I don’t read Godchild, that’s a girl’s manga you know.”