Akutsu Jin and Kawamura TakashiFandom:
Prince of Tennis (Tenisu no Oujisama)Theme: #24
– Good NightDisclaimer:
If I owned prince of tennis I would rich and sitting in my wonderful pad relishing in the fact that a series once made for little boys attracts a mostly female audience. Note. Mostly yaoi fans to boot. Poor guy. But we all know.. I love konami sensei, this is why I write things like this. So, what I'm, trying to say, is that I so totally don't own this.Author’s note:
This has takes place in the mini akutaka verse that I have built. Please see Enigma
, Untitled Drabble
for more insight in their relationship.
Late nights. Akutsu was always out late. He always came back when the restaurant was already closed and shut down until the next morning. He didn’t want to be there. He didn’t work there, he only lived in a small room up that used to be Kawamura’s. This night he had spent it at a bar, drinking, hitting on girls. Hell, he even got lucky once, which was enough for him. The smell of her perfume still lingered on his clothes. His thin fingers twisted in his hair as he pushed it from his eyes. He paused and backtracked a few steps, glancing into the larger of the rooms. It seemed to be one of those nights.
Kawamura lay on his futon, still dressed from work. He had obviously intended only to lie down for a moment, but he only managed to fall into a deep sleep. Akutsu sighed and shook his head. “Fuck,” he swore, “he always does this.” He wasn’t the parental type, so he didn’t bother to do what he called the, “motherly thing”, instead he was satisfied with just fixing the futon and covering the other’s body with a heavy quilt.
Akutsu knelt there for a moment, staring at the peaceful expression of Kawamura’s sleeping face. He shook his head. Why he was even nice to this guy was beyond him. He leaned forward slightly, and in an action he never would have dared to attempt had he not been alone and had kawamura not been asleep. His lips brushed just the barest of kisses against the other’s forehead and he whispered, in what sounded like a half hiss, “Good night.”