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maxine_chan) wrote2006-09-04 02:25 pm
maxine_chan) wrote2006-09-04 02:25 pm
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FIC: Atobe's New Do (complete)
I blame my flist. XD This is directly related to this post from yesterday.
Title: Atobe's New Do
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Length: 556 words.
~~Atobe's New Do~~
Atobe peered at himself speculatively in the mirror, grasping his chin and turning his face from left to right. All things considered, he’d gotten off lucky. At least Seigaku’s brat hadn’t made him go completely bald. Given a little more time and a lot more hair gel, he might even me able to make this work.
He was jerked away from the reflection of his now slightly-less-than-perfect visage when the bathroom door slammed shut.
“Atobe, are you still in here?” Shishido said, coming around the bend. “You’re not crying over your hair, are you? It’s not a big deal, you know.”
Atobe frowned, lifting his chin a bit. “Ore-sama was not crying, Shishido. Some of us actually care about our appearance and don’t make it a habit to chop off our hair when the situation is best suited to our advantage.”
Shishido snorted, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. “You’re being a giant girl and I can’t believe you’re still in here when we should be out watching Seigaku get trounced by Shitenhouji.”
“Hmm.” Atobe paused in running his hands through his hair and glanced at Shishido in the mirror’s reflection, his curiosity now peeked. “Are they getting trounced?”
“Match hasn’t started yet.”
Atobe gave himself one last critical look and then finally pushed away from the sink. He would have to make due. Once he made sure Seigaku was well and truly beaten into the ground, he could make an emergency appointment with his hair stylist.
“You know, only you would be able to shave off half your hair without looking in a mirror and still manage to make the ends even.”
“Ore-sama is not an uncouth ruffian like you, Shishido.”
They exited the bathroom just in time to see Fudomine stagger past, most of their members looking somewhere between half-dead and completely comatose. Atobe’s nose wrinkled. At least his team could lose with some dignity still intact. Fudomine was really pathet-
“Atobe.”
Atobe turned, finding himself face to face with Tachibana. His eyes widened.
“Congratulations on making it as far as you did,” Tachibana said, gaze flicking up to Atobe’s hair and then back down to his eyes. He was unable to mask the tiny smirk that crept onto his face. Atobe shoved down the sudden overwhelming urge to rip off Shishido’s hat and slam it protectively over his own head. Tachibana continued, “It’s a shame we weren’t able to face you again. Maybe next year.” He nodded briefly at Shishido, who scowled at him, and then smirked in the direction of Atobe’s forehead again before turning to follow the rest of his team.
“Jerk,” Shishido muttered.
Atobe silently agreed, and ran a hand almost self-consciously over his shortened hair. Maybe nobody would notice. It wasn’t like he spent a lot of time hanging around Fudomine, after all. His hair would grow out again soon enough anyway. Or he could dye it.
“Hey, Atobe.” Shishido glanced at the boy beside him, snickering. “Your new do kind of looks like-”
Atobe spun on his heel and stalked straight back into the bathroom. If even Shishido could pick up on the similarities – no. It wasn’t worth it.
He was going to shave every last strand of hair off his head if it saved him from looking like Tachibana Kippei for the next several months.
FIN
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Hehe, oh Atobe. How much do I love you? =P
~Maxine
Title: Atobe's New Do
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Length: 556 words.
~~Atobe's New Do~~
Atobe peered at himself speculatively in the mirror, grasping his chin and turning his face from left to right. All things considered, he’d gotten off lucky. At least Seigaku’s brat hadn’t made him go completely bald. Given a little more time and a lot more hair gel, he might even me able to make this work.
He was jerked away from the reflection of his now slightly-less-than-perfect visage when the bathroom door slammed shut.
“Atobe, are you still in here?” Shishido said, coming around the bend. “You’re not crying over your hair, are you? It’s not a big deal, you know.”
Atobe frowned, lifting his chin a bit. “Ore-sama was not crying, Shishido. Some of us actually care about our appearance and don’t make it a habit to chop off our hair when the situation is best suited to our advantage.”
Shishido snorted, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. “You’re being a giant girl and I can’t believe you’re still in here when we should be out watching Seigaku get trounced by Shitenhouji.”
“Hmm.” Atobe paused in running his hands through his hair and glanced at Shishido in the mirror’s reflection, his curiosity now peeked. “Are they getting trounced?”
“Match hasn’t started yet.”
Atobe gave himself one last critical look and then finally pushed away from the sink. He would have to make due. Once he made sure Seigaku was well and truly beaten into the ground, he could make an emergency appointment with his hair stylist.
“You know, only you would be able to shave off half your hair without looking in a mirror and still manage to make the ends even.”
“Ore-sama is not an uncouth ruffian like you, Shishido.”
They exited the bathroom just in time to see Fudomine stagger past, most of their members looking somewhere between half-dead and completely comatose. Atobe’s nose wrinkled. At least his team could lose with some dignity still intact. Fudomine was really pathet-
“Atobe.”
Atobe turned, finding himself face to face with Tachibana. His eyes widened.
“Congratulations on making it as far as you did,” Tachibana said, gaze flicking up to Atobe’s hair and then back down to his eyes. He was unable to mask the tiny smirk that crept onto his face. Atobe shoved down the sudden overwhelming urge to rip off Shishido’s hat and slam it protectively over his own head. Tachibana continued, “It’s a shame we weren’t able to face you again. Maybe next year.” He nodded briefly at Shishido, who scowled at him, and then smirked in the direction of Atobe’s forehead again before turning to follow the rest of his team.
“Jerk,” Shishido muttered.
Atobe silently agreed, and ran a hand almost self-consciously over his shortened hair. Maybe nobody would notice. It wasn’t like he spent a lot of time hanging around Fudomine, after all. His hair would grow out again soon enough anyway. Or he could dye it.
“Hey, Atobe.” Shishido glanced at the boy beside him, snickering. “Your new do kind of looks like-”
Atobe spun on his heel and stalked straight back into the bathroom. If even Shishido could pick up on the similarities – no. It wasn’t worth it.
He was going to shave every last strand of hair off his head if it saved him from looking like Tachibana Kippei for the next several months.
FIN
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Hehe, oh Atobe. How much do I love you? =P
~Maxine
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*Tachibana was the first thing that came into my mind when I saw Atobe hair, i'm glad someone agrees ^_^*
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You're so creative!
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xD ♥ fsdgd. Awesome.
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lol, thank you!!
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Awesome.
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Bwah, I love that icon. XDDD
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This fic was awesome.
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“Hey, Atobe.” Shishido glanced at the boy beside him, snickering. “Your new do kind of looks like-”
Atobe spun on his heel and stalked straight back into the bathroom. If even Shishido could pick up on the similarities – no. It wasn’t worth it.
AHAHAHAHAHA, oh Shishido, way to be. ♥