Labels: crack, jiafeng, prince of tennis, rachelteo, rajipuri, random, tezuryo
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Labels: joshua, prince of tennis, random, tezuka kunimitsu
Labels: fic, hana yori dango, prince of tennis, random, rants
Labels: prince of tennis, tezuryo
Labels: domyoji tsukasa, echizen ryoma, fic, hana yori dango, inoue mao, makino tsukushi, matsumoto jun, oguri shun, prince of tennis, tezuka kunimitsu, tezuryo
Labels: fic, prince of tennis, random, tezuryo
Labels: prince of tennis, random, rants
Labels: fic, prince of tennis, random
Labels: fic, prince of tennis, rants, tezuryo






Like Niou - white hair! :O



Heh. Still the baby of the team, after all xD Conned by the senpai :D


Labels: aiba hiroki, kirihara akaya, prince of tennis, random, rikkai, sukitomo
Labels: prince of tennis, random
Labels: prince of tennis
Labels: prince of tennis, random
His head rears back violently, harsh bellow ringing hoarse with agony. His eyes clench shut in a desperate, yet futile, effort to force the pain out.
She watches, eyes wide with horror and fear, breath catching painfully in her throat. Her heart throbs painfully, in tandem with each time he convulses. His body jerks erratically, pain wrenching the most anguished of sounds from between chapped lips. Her pulse skips an excruciating beat as her disbelieving mind tries and fails to comprehend the vision her eyes have seen – No, it cannot be – and yet, she knows, it must be true.
He has crumpled to the floor, an unmoving, utterly silent mass of cloth and flesh.
Her feet feel leaden as she forces them to drag slowly, one after the other, across the dusty marble. It feels like an eternity.
She kneels by his side, knees barely registering the winter bite of cold marble. Her fingers brush past rich brocade before settling on the still-warm face. Even as her fingertips gently graze his eyelids, some part of her is still reeling in skepticism and doubt. He cannot be dead.
There, lying in the fold of his heavy robes, is a single rose petal.
A single tear rolls down her cheek and lands on the velvet petal, crystal-like in the brilliant light of the dawning day.
My random, random, take on what would have happened in Beauty and the Beast if it were to be a sad-ending fairytale :O A fic of sorts, I guess?Labels: aiba hiroki, beauty and the beast, fic, fuji syuusuke, minami ritsu, prince of tennis, random, rants


Labels: atobe keigo, echizen ryoma, fic, loveless, minami ritsu, prince of tennis, random, rants, sanada genichiro, tango pair, tezuryo, vanessa, yukimura seiichi
Yes, I think I shall attempt a Loveless-esque TezuRyo <3 I really, really like the sound of that xD
Fighter!Tezuka and Sacrifice!Ryoma *_* shiny.
Unless someone wants to be nice and write me one? Refer to Kaori's one as a model fic; but I want mine longer, much longer :D
TezuRyo! I swear, I love Kish. Like, ajg;alkgha;lsg Her Halloween!fic TRUTH IN ART <3
Fuji looks up at him with something resembling a smile. "Fine, buchou."
"Stop that, stupid mamushi!" Momo shouts suddenly, and tackles Kaidoh into some of the decorations. Kaidoh punches him, and Momo punches back, and Tezuka (the real one) says sharply, "Momoshiro, Kaidoh! Enough!"
And by the time the fight is broken up, Fuji and Inui are standing by the far wall. Fuji's hands are linked at the back of Inui's neck, stroking the hair at the back of the wig, and Inui's arms hold Fuji securely against him, Fuji's cap between two of his fingers, hanging down beside them. Fuji has to stand on tiptoes to kiss Inui, which makes the picture oddly accurate in terms of proportion.
Kaidoh chokes and forgets about glaring at Momo. For several moments, in fact, everybody forgets about everything. Strangely, Tezuka and Echizen aren't the ones to protest this apparent defamation of character.
"That… that isn't-" says Oishi, and can't go on. Eiji drapes himself over Oishi's shoulders, watching, more fascinated than horrified.
"Echizen wouldn't… with Tezuka-buchou!" Horio shrieks loudly, and feigns a faint. Katsuo and Kachiro grab him by the shoulders to hold him up.
Fuji breaks off the playacting for a moment to turn and inform him, "No, it's in-character. We studied for our roles, didn't we, Inui?"
"Of course," says Inui, and somehow manages to make his Tezuka-glasses gleam.
"Hey, hey," says Momo. "Where is Echizen?" He looks around, standing on tiptoes in order to see past everyone and around the decorations.
"And Tezuka?" Fuji adds pointedly, and Eiji laughs against Oishi's shoulder.
They don't understand his point until Horio chokes back a little gargle and points to Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer, who are kissing even more deeply in the corner behind the refreshments table. Despite an entire roomful of people gaping (or in Fuji's and Inui's cases, smiling indulgently and taking notes) at them, Nadal and Federer don't seem to notice anyone but each other.
Girl!Kite :O I forgot all about her(him?) till May replied to how (s)he looked so domestic.
May Ng is my PoT soulmate. She sings Tezuka all the time. Need I say more? And I sing Flower during Ms Rockey's lessons, btw. Thalia can testify xD (Though she doesn't know what I'm singing, but she knows I sing)
And I know I've said this earlier, but no harm in saying it twice.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHOUTAROU ♥ May your Shishido-san celebrate with you to your heart's content
Labels: echizen ryoma, fic, loveless, ohtori choutarou, prince of tennis, random, shishido ryou, tezuka kunimitsu
Labels: echizen ryoma, fic, loveless, prince of tennis, random, tezuka kunimitsu