Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Smile for the Camera ❯ Chapter 2
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Kelkale 
Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.13.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 965 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.13.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 965 | Status: Completed
Smile for the Camera
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Fuji/Ryoma, Yuuta/Mizuki, Ryoma/Kevin
Summary: AU Fuji Syusuke, on the verge of greatness photographer, is looking for the perfect model for his first showcase. What he ends up with is chaos, insanity, and the scowling raven-haired boy who causes it.
Let's see I feel like I should try and explain exactly how AU this fic is. Basically imagine that Ryoma never left America in junior high. He didn't move to Japan until about six months ago when he is about 18 years old. Fuji's life is exactly the same as the anime except that of course there was no Echizen Ryoma in Seigaku's regulars when he was on the tennis team. Fuji is about 20 in this story. I will explain why Ryoma never left America in the next few chapters or die trying. Promise.
Oh and any musings that Ryoma makes about Fuji in the first section are of course assumptions and are probably not true. Unless he’s talking about how sexy he is. Smirks.
Disclaimer: Should I sing the not-mine song? Actually it would probably scar you for life so instead- Prince of Tennis is not mine.
Enjoy reading and tell me what you think afterwards.
Chapter 2
Echizen Ryoma used to breathe tennis. It was an obsession that had probably started when he was still in his mother's stomach while she was watching his father play. It got worse when he was able to stand long enough to hold a racquet. By the time he was in junior high, his life had been narrowed down to the bounce of a tennis ball on a clay court, and the proper smirk to fling at your opponent when you crushed him with the words "Mada mada dane." Then Echizen had stopped breathing in high school.
A stupid, pointless accident and his entire future gone.
He had found other ways to get close to the court. One of them was currently throwing kernels of popcorn at him while he watched the latest games of his future opponent.
"How are you going to learn anything when you keep staring at me?" Ryoma grumbled as he picked kernels out of his raven locks and tossed them back at the blond in disgust.
"I'm only looking at your ugly face because you refuse to tell me how your interview went. Did you get the modeling gig or not?" Kevin Smith, professional tennis player, best friend, occasional lover, and perpetual pain-in-the-ass demanded of the boy.
"Why should I tell you? You called me ugly. See if I ever put out for you again." Echizen taunted as one of his well-aimed kernels landed satisfying with a smack between the blond's eyes.
"I hate you." Kevin sulked, sticking out his tongue at the would-be model and turning back to the video.
"As long as we're clear about that." Ryoma said dryly. "And yes, I did get the gig. Unlike certain tennis players I know, I never lose."
Echizen then ducked as the plastic bowl minus popcorn sailed over his head to join its former contents on the carpet. "I wasn't finished with that." Ryoma scowled as he inwardly smirked at the outraged glare on his lover's face.
"Then go eat off the floor for all I care!" Kevin yelled, his face scrunching up in anger, while the sunglasses that were permanently glued to the top of his head slipped sideways when he jumped to his feet. Echizen felt a twinge of regret as he realized he had pushed the other boy too far, but apologies were for the weak, and it was useless to fret about the past. His father had taught him that the day he kicked him out of the house.
His musings were cut short when a stinging slap cut across his face and he stared dully up at his roommate. "How dare you imply that you're superior to me! I'm the one who has the steady career in this apartment! I'm the one who took you in when your father tossed you out of the house cause he couldn't stand the sight of you any more! I'm the one who pays for this apartment, for the food you eat, and the clothes you wear! I'm the one who can still play tennis!" Kevin was shaking from the rage distorting his features and it only got worse the longer he shouted. Ryoma unconsciously had known this was a long time coming, since although his old friend from junior high days had been ecstatic to further their relationship, he quickly realized that Ryoma Echizen the struggling model was a far cry from Ryoma Echizen future samurai junior. Kevin didn't know what to do with someone so disconnected from tennis and was quickly growing to resent his lover.
"If you think you're so high and mighty Echizen the model why don't you just leave then? Because obviously you don't need my charity anymore." Kevin continued ranting, gesturing wildly at the door and Ryoma pondered if he did leave now, would the angry blond change the locks before he got back? A small clicking sound made him take note of the fact that the VCR tape of Smith's opponent had finished, and then a loud slam in the back of the apartment broke through his haze of thought and he realized the angry ranting boy had disappeared into their bedroom.
With a small sigh Echizen turned off the now static on the tv and got down on the floor to pick up the bowl and popcorn that managed to try its best to ruin their carpet. 'Kevin's carpet.' The raven-haired boy corrected in a detached manner as he got up and placed the bowl of popcorn on the kitchen counter and pulled an ice pack out of the freezer to put on his swelling cheek. The icy cold compress brought tears to his eyes and he blinked furiously, hoping there would be no bruise left on Monday or he would be out of a job. He desperately needed this job, hating every minute he had to depend on someone else for his needs. As soon as Fuji paid him on Monday he was cashing the check and putting a down payment on an apartment. Fuji's job offer had been a miracle. It seemed only fitting that his personal miracle had been delivered by someone with the face of an angel, Ryoma surmised as he pictured the pale brown hair and bright sapphire eyes, delicate features so similar to the boy several feet from him and yet the two could not be more different.
Fuji Syusuke was lucky. He had never had to deal with tennis.
-----------------------------------
Syusuke considered himself extremely lucky the next day when he knocked on the door to his brother's apartment and was greeted with a flustered Yuuta who seemed so out of sorts he actually let Fuji invite himself in and sit on the couch before coming to his senses.
"Aniki!" Yuuta stuttered as if he had just come to the realization that he had a guest. "What are you doing here?"
"Well I wanted to tell you all about the model I picked and thank you for your help." Fuji declared with his customary smile, inwardly pondering what had bothered his brother and if he needed any weapons to seek justice.
"I'm sure whoever you picked is wonderful aniki but I really didn't help and you can just show me the pictures instead when you shoot them." Yuuta babbled, shifting nervously from one foot to another and pointedly staring at the door as if it would come alive and drag his brother away if he stared hard enough.
"Nonsense Yuuta. You were a big help to me and I wanted to repay you." Fuji declared, pulling a small wrapped present out of his camera bag and thrusting it upon the smaller boy.
Yuuta recoiled at the gift in his hands as if it was about to bite him. But knowing Syusuke, anything was possible. Pasting a smile on his face that looked more like a grimace Yuuta slowly started to unwrap a tiny corner of the brightly wrapped paper. Only to freeze as a small thump was heard from across the room in the direction of the hallway and closet...
Yuuta frantically stared at his brother but the former tensai merely smiled and asked "Saa are you going to keep me in suspense Yuuta?"
"You already know what it is aniki." Yuuta grumbled, feeling almost normal again as he slid the remaining paper off his present. And he froze again to stare at Syusuke's idea of a gift.
"What.....how.....why aniki?" Yuuta finally stammered.
"Maa I can see you like it Yuuta- you're speechless. I decided to buy you some protection since we haven't had the chance to have that talk about the birds and the bees." Fuji declared happily as he pulled the small canister of mace out of his brother's hands. "See you spray this in the eyes of any evil person who would try to take advantage of you."
Yuuta merely continued staring in shock while Syusuke stood up and headed for the hallway. "See it also works on psychotic stalkers who hide in closets as well." Fuji lectured, pulling open the hall closet door and pushing the button on the pepper spray to the horror of the unprepared vision of purple standing in the closet.
Mizuki screamed in pain and ran out of the closet straight smack into the wall across the hallway since his eyes were covered with his hands. As he crumpled into an undignified heap of violet on the ground, he continued to let out soft whimpers and Yuuta rushed to his side.
"That was cruel aniki." Yuuta scowled as he gently guided his boyfriend to his feet and towards the bathroom to wash out his eyes.
Syusuke merely chuckled and stared at the canister in his hands. "Saa your girlfriend Yuuta is a good actress. I almost believed she was in pain from all those feminine cries of hers."
"Aniki, Mizuki is in pain. You just sprayed pepper in his eyes." Yuuta explained with a sigh, choosing to ignore the fact that his brother was changing his boyfriend's gender for reasons only he would understand. With aniki you there were just some topics you didn't approach.
"I am quite manly Fuji Syusuke. Yuuta-kun tells me this all the time at night." Mizuki apparently did not understand the unspoken rules about aniki, number one being not to mention sex and his younger brother in the same sentence.
"When we're playing tennis aniki, at night on the street courts." Yuuta broke in frantically as his brother's eyes split open with a blaze of intensity at Mizuki's words. Then he tried for a distraction. "Mizuki I thought your eyes were burning?"
"Saa that's the thing Yuuta- the canister isn't open yet. I guess your girlfriend is just a bit of a drama queen." Syusuke explained holding out his brother's "gift" to him which was immediately snatched away since in the wrong hands it could be construed as a weapon.
"I'm a guy. Yuuta-kun tell your brother that I'm a guy. I will not have anyone hinting that I am anything less." Mizuki whined, latching onto his boyfriend's arm.
Fuji merely chuckled and took hold of his younger sibling's other arm, gently steering them towards the couch again. "Why don't we all sit down together and I can tell you all about my new model and then you and your girlfriend can tell me all about your late night tennis matches." Syusuke's eyes widened slightly at the end of the sentence and he smiled wider as he stared at Mizuki. "In fact I want to hear every detail."
Yuuta scowled as he tried to detatch both his brother and his lover from his arms. Silently he stared down at the weapon gift in his lap and pondered what would happen if he used it on the two psychotic stalkers who had just been in his closet. Then he sighed and resigned himself to babysitter duty for the night. What a way to spend a Saturday night.
Tbc...
Ok that was pointless. Ah I didn't get to Fuji/Ryoma interaction! Well I promise to put them at least in the same room next chapter. Um let's see next chapter Ryoma and Fuji photo shoot day one. Plus Fuji finally decides to spend some time with a human being who isn't his brother. And no, the world hasn't ended because of it.
If anyone wants to kill me for attempting a Ryoma/Kevin relationship you should know I stole Yuuta's present and have no idea how to use it. Also, Fuji/Ryoma is my obsession so no worries they will end up together in the end.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Fuji/Ryoma, Yuuta/Mizuki, Ryoma/Kevin
Summary: AU Fuji Syusuke, on the verge of greatness photographer, is looking for the perfect model for his first showcase. What he ends up with is chaos, insanity, and the scowling raven-haired boy who causes it.
Let's see I feel like I should try and explain exactly how AU this fic is. Basically imagine that Ryoma never left America in junior high. He didn't move to Japan until about six months ago when he is about 18 years old. Fuji's life is exactly the same as the anime except that of course there was no Echizen Ryoma in Seigaku's regulars when he was on the tennis team. Fuji is about 20 in this story. I will explain why Ryoma never left America in the next few chapters or die trying. Promise.
Oh and any musings that Ryoma makes about Fuji in the first section are of course assumptions and are probably not true. Unless he’s talking about how sexy he is. Smirks.
Disclaimer: Should I sing the not-mine song? Actually it would probably scar you for life so instead- Prince of Tennis is not mine.
Enjoy reading and tell me what you think afterwards.
Chapter 2
Echizen Ryoma used to breathe tennis. It was an obsession that had probably started when he was still in his mother's stomach while she was watching his father play. It got worse when he was able to stand long enough to hold a racquet. By the time he was in junior high, his life had been narrowed down to the bounce of a tennis ball on a clay court, and the proper smirk to fling at your opponent when you crushed him with the words "Mada mada dane." Then Echizen had stopped breathing in high school.
A stupid, pointless accident and his entire future gone.
He had found other ways to get close to the court. One of them was currently throwing kernels of popcorn at him while he watched the latest games of his future opponent.
"How are you going to learn anything when you keep staring at me?" Ryoma grumbled as he picked kernels out of his raven locks and tossed them back at the blond in disgust.
"I'm only looking at your ugly face because you refuse to tell me how your interview went. Did you get the modeling gig or not?" Kevin Smith, professional tennis player, best friend, occasional lover, and perpetual pain-in-the-ass demanded of the boy.
"Why should I tell you? You called me ugly. See if I ever put out for you again." Echizen taunted as one of his well-aimed kernels landed satisfying with a smack between the blond's eyes.
"I hate you." Kevin sulked, sticking out his tongue at the would-be model and turning back to the video.
"As long as we're clear about that." Ryoma said dryly. "And yes, I did get the gig. Unlike certain tennis players I know, I never lose."
Echizen then ducked as the plastic bowl minus popcorn sailed over his head to join its former contents on the carpet. "I wasn't finished with that." Ryoma scowled as he inwardly smirked at the outraged glare on his lover's face.
"Then go eat off the floor for all I care!" Kevin yelled, his face scrunching up in anger, while the sunglasses that were permanently glued to the top of his head slipped sideways when he jumped to his feet. Echizen felt a twinge of regret as he realized he had pushed the other boy too far, but apologies were for the weak, and it was useless to fret about the past. His father had taught him that the day he kicked him out of the house.
His musings were cut short when a stinging slap cut across his face and he stared dully up at his roommate. "How dare you imply that you're superior to me! I'm the one who has the steady career in this apartment! I'm the one who took you in when your father tossed you out of the house cause he couldn't stand the sight of you any more! I'm the one who pays for this apartment, for the food you eat, and the clothes you wear! I'm the one who can still play tennis!" Kevin was shaking from the rage distorting his features and it only got worse the longer he shouted. Ryoma unconsciously had known this was a long time coming, since although his old friend from junior high days had been ecstatic to further their relationship, he quickly realized that Ryoma Echizen the struggling model was a far cry from Ryoma Echizen future samurai junior. Kevin didn't know what to do with someone so disconnected from tennis and was quickly growing to resent his lover.
"If you think you're so high and mighty Echizen the model why don't you just leave then? Because obviously you don't need my charity anymore." Kevin continued ranting, gesturing wildly at the door and Ryoma pondered if he did leave now, would the angry blond change the locks before he got back? A small clicking sound made him take note of the fact that the VCR tape of Smith's opponent had finished, and then a loud slam in the back of the apartment broke through his haze of thought and he realized the angry ranting boy had disappeared into their bedroom.
With a small sigh Echizen turned off the now static on the tv and got down on the floor to pick up the bowl and popcorn that managed to try its best to ruin their carpet. 'Kevin's carpet.' The raven-haired boy corrected in a detached manner as he got up and placed the bowl of popcorn on the kitchen counter and pulled an ice pack out of the freezer to put on his swelling cheek. The icy cold compress brought tears to his eyes and he blinked furiously, hoping there would be no bruise left on Monday or he would be out of a job. He desperately needed this job, hating every minute he had to depend on someone else for his needs. As soon as Fuji paid him on Monday he was cashing the check and putting a down payment on an apartment. Fuji's job offer had been a miracle. It seemed only fitting that his personal miracle had been delivered by someone with the face of an angel, Ryoma surmised as he pictured the pale brown hair and bright sapphire eyes, delicate features so similar to the boy several feet from him and yet the two could not be more different.
Fuji Syusuke was lucky. He had never had to deal with tennis.
-----------------------------------
Syusuke considered himself extremely lucky the next day when he knocked on the door to his brother's apartment and was greeted with a flustered Yuuta who seemed so out of sorts he actually let Fuji invite himself in and sit on the couch before coming to his senses.
"Aniki!" Yuuta stuttered as if he had just come to the realization that he had a guest. "What are you doing here?"
"Well I wanted to tell you all about the model I picked and thank you for your help." Fuji declared with his customary smile, inwardly pondering what had bothered his brother and if he needed any weapons to seek justice.
"I'm sure whoever you picked is wonderful aniki but I really didn't help and you can just show me the pictures instead when you shoot them." Yuuta babbled, shifting nervously from one foot to another and pointedly staring at the door as if it would come alive and drag his brother away if he stared hard enough.
"Nonsense Yuuta. You were a big help to me and I wanted to repay you." Fuji declared, pulling a small wrapped present out of his camera bag and thrusting it upon the smaller boy.
Yuuta recoiled at the gift in his hands as if it was about to bite him. But knowing Syusuke, anything was possible. Pasting a smile on his face that looked more like a grimace Yuuta slowly started to unwrap a tiny corner of the brightly wrapped paper. Only to freeze as a small thump was heard from across the room in the direction of the hallway and closet...
Yuuta frantically stared at his brother but the former tensai merely smiled and asked "Saa are you going to keep me in suspense Yuuta?"
"You already know what it is aniki." Yuuta grumbled, feeling almost normal again as he slid the remaining paper off his present. And he froze again to stare at Syusuke's idea of a gift.
"What.....how.....why aniki?" Yuuta finally stammered.
"Maa I can see you like it Yuuta- you're speechless. I decided to buy you some protection since we haven't had the chance to have that talk about the birds and the bees." Fuji declared happily as he pulled the small canister of mace out of his brother's hands. "See you spray this in the eyes of any evil person who would try to take advantage of you."
Yuuta merely continued staring in shock while Syusuke stood up and headed for the hallway. "See it also works on psychotic stalkers who hide in closets as well." Fuji lectured, pulling open the hall closet door and pushing the button on the pepper spray to the horror of the unprepared vision of purple standing in the closet.
Mizuki screamed in pain and ran out of the closet straight smack into the wall across the hallway since his eyes were covered with his hands. As he crumpled into an undignified heap of violet on the ground, he continued to let out soft whimpers and Yuuta rushed to his side.
"That was cruel aniki." Yuuta scowled as he gently guided his boyfriend to his feet and towards the bathroom to wash out his eyes.
Syusuke merely chuckled and stared at the canister in his hands. "Saa your girlfriend Yuuta is a good actress. I almost believed she was in pain from all those feminine cries of hers."
"Aniki, Mizuki is in pain. You just sprayed pepper in his eyes." Yuuta explained with a sigh, choosing to ignore the fact that his brother was changing his boyfriend's gender for reasons only he would understand. With aniki you there were just some topics you didn't approach.
"I am quite manly Fuji Syusuke. Yuuta-kun tells me this all the time at night." Mizuki apparently did not understand the unspoken rules about aniki, number one being not to mention sex and his younger brother in the same sentence.
"When we're playing tennis aniki, at night on the street courts." Yuuta broke in frantically as his brother's eyes split open with a blaze of intensity at Mizuki's words. Then he tried for a distraction. "Mizuki I thought your eyes were burning?"
"Saa that's the thing Yuuta- the canister isn't open yet. I guess your girlfriend is just a bit of a drama queen." Syusuke explained holding out his brother's "gift" to him which was immediately snatched away since in the wrong hands it could be construed as a weapon.
"I'm a guy. Yuuta-kun tell your brother that I'm a guy. I will not have anyone hinting that I am anything less." Mizuki whined, latching onto his boyfriend's arm.
Fuji merely chuckled and took hold of his younger sibling's other arm, gently steering them towards the couch again. "Why don't we all sit down together and I can tell you all about my new model and then you and your girlfriend can tell me all about your late night tennis matches." Syusuke's eyes widened slightly at the end of the sentence and he smiled wider as he stared at Mizuki. "In fact I want to hear every detail."
Yuuta scowled as he tried to detatch both his brother and his lover from his arms. Silently he stared down at the weapon gift in his lap and pondered what would happen if he used it on the two psychotic stalkers who had just been in his closet. Then he sighed and resigned himself to babysitter duty for the night. What a way to spend a Saturday night.
Tbc...
Ok that was pointless. Ah I didn't get to Fuji/Ryoma interaction! Well I promise to put them at least in the same room next chapter. Um let's see next chapter Ryoma and Fuji photo shoot day one. Plus Fuji finally decides to spend some time with a human being who isn't his brother. And no, the world hasn't ended because of it.
If anyone wants to kill me for attempting a Ryoma/Kevin relationship you should know I stole Yuuta's present and have no idea how to use it. Also, Fuji/Ryoma is my obsession so no worries they will end up together in the end.