Author: Jasmine Starlight
Word Count: 538
Universe: Tennis No Ohjisama
Disclaimer: What, bitch?
Warnings: yaoi. No real spoilers—up until the Hyoutei arc to be safe. Post trip to Germany.
Pairings: Atobe/Tezuka slight Silver and Dirty Pairs.
Time Started: 07:54 AM 10/13/06
TimeCompleted: 07:51 AM 10/16/06
A/N: SHOOT DOWN is my jam. Ohtori is love.
"It had to come out sooner or later."
"I would have preferred later."
"Senpai I don't think we should be listening to Buchou's private conversations." Ohtori said nervously. The collective team, excluding Hiyoshi who was slouching on the lockers down the hall and Kabaji who was seated on the couch outside Atobe's office knitting, shushed him.
"It's for the good of the team." Gakuto said.
"Yeah, how else will we know what he's been hiding from us?" Oshitari chimed in.
Shishido sympathetically patted Choutarou's shoulder, "You'll understand one day."
"It's about time."
"What do you mean? You wanted them to find us?"
"It's about time they realized it; I was beginning to think they were blind, deaf, and dumb."
The team could feel Atobe bristle.
"I'm sorry if my team can't all be voyeuristic like Fuji Syuusuke."
"I think Fuji and Oshitari are equally creepy in that respect."
"Your tensai is on a completely different level at least Oshitari has some semblance of formality and manners. He was taping us!"
"What about that time Oshitari was watching you in the shower? Doesn't that count as voyeuristic?"
"I thought we agreed never to discuss that ever again."
The aforementioned tensai with the kansai-ben smirked. His red-headed boyfriend hit him, "I thought you said it was only that time with the Golden Pair at camp!" he hissed in a whisper.
"Oshitari's not voyeuristic--" there was a pause so Atobe could search for the right words. "he's curious."
"I guess Fuji is merely inquisitive then."
"God we are not having this conversation."
Shishido smirked at the thought of Atobe showing exasperation.
"The conversation about Fuji and Oshitari or the conversation about our quasi-relationship?"
"Well you seem to be so upset that people know about us it seems to me you have a problem with being out of the closet."
Shishido scoffed, "You'd have to have been deaf, dumb, and blind not to know he's queer." Gakuto chortled muffledly and Jiroh emitted a loud snore of agreement.
"I am out."
"Of course you are."
"Don't patronize me."
"Don't act like you need to be patronized then."
"Why must you always insist on being difficult?"
"If I was a simpleton we wouldn't have lasted."
Ohtori sighed; didn't his Buchou realize that fighting fire with fire would only make him go down in flames? Choutarou shrugged and let his arms encircle his Shishido-san's waist.
Shishido, Gakuto, and Oshitari leaned closer to the door to hear any further developments and were rewarded when the door opened and they collapsed into a heap, Shishido pulling Ohtori down with him.
Jiroh alone remained in his previous position snoring away obliviously. Hiyoshi smirked from his slouching place and Kabaji paused in his knitting before resuming.
"Laps. Now." Atobe said menacingly.
"How many?" Ohtori ventured.
"Until I say stop."