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imaginedyou) wrote2010-09-06 09:12 am
imaginedyou) wrote2010-09-06 09:12 am
Taking the Bait [POT, Atobe & Tezuka, for fic-promptly]
title: Taking the Bait
character(s)/pairing(s): Atobe, Tezuka [Atobe/Tezuka if you care to see it XD]
genre: gen, comment fic
wordcount: 502
notes/summary: "When you said fishing, I didn't actually expect for you to spend the whole time... fishing." Originally posted here.
prompt: fic_promptly's OUTSIDE theme. Prompt: "Author's choice, author's choice, fishing."
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"When you said fishing, I didn't actually expect for you to spend the whole time... fishing."
"That was careless of you," Tezuka says, almost tempted to smile. He closes his eyes and basks in the peacefulness of his surroundings, keeping a tight grip on the rod, lest anything take the bait - he won't let his guard down. If nothing does he has a choice of another three of the latest, most expensive fishing rods and a veritable menagerie of bait in order to try again.
Behind him he is sure Atobe is very close to pouting, not that either of them will ever admit it. Here they are on Atobe's private yacht, Atobe is wearing (if you want to call it that) nothing but his Speedos, and he can't even use the time productively to build up a tan because he would hate to ruin his complexion with accidental freckles. Tezuka is supposed to be entertaining him; or more accurately basking in his presence which would satisfy Atobe enough to be having a good time.
"Here's a fish," Tezuka says, reeling his line in and unhooking the creature. He tosses it Atobe's way and Atobe can only watch in horror as it lands in his lap, wet and slimy and squirming - flapping! - desperately. He isn't an animal lover by any means but he'd happily throw the thing back into the ocean right now simply to get it far away from his distinguished person. He's certainly been given better gifts by his admirers. Hell, he's been given nicer things by his enemies.
"Right," Atobe says with a sigh, settling himself down gracefully next to Tezuka and trying to not grimace when he sees the live bait wriggling in the tub beside him. "What do I do?"
Tezuka sets him up a rod without bothering to explain to Atobe what he is doing or why, and fixes it on a stand so that Atobe doesn't actually have to touch it himself at all unless a fish is actually stupid enough to chase the bait. His opinion of fish (live ones at least, on the dinner-plate they are delicious enough) - never high - has been falling rapidly the entire afternoon.
The two of them end up sat in silence but for the waves making their constant whispers, and Atobe realizes this is probably what Tezuka was aiming for out of the day. He almost goes off into a tirade about ungrateful people and those who simply aren't enlightened enough to really, truly appreciate his own outstanding presence until he remembers how amusing Tezuka finds it when he gets caught up in his own words.
He's not falling for that one again.
Tezuka isn't much of a manipulator of people at the best of times but even he can work out what is going on in Atobe's mind as he thinks it. The sense of triumph over creating this win-win situation for himself is scarily like how it feels to win on the tennis court.
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character(s)/pairing(s): Atobe, Tezuka [Atobe/Tezuka if you care to see it XD]
genre: gen, comment fic
wordcount: 502
notes/summary: "When you said fishing, I didn't actually expect for you to spend the whole time... fishing." Originally posted here.
prompt: fic_promptly's OUTSIDE theme. Prompt: "Author's choice, author's choice, fishing."
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"When you said fishing, I didn't actually expect for you to spend the whole time... fishing."
"That was careless of you," Tezuka says, almost tempted to smile. He closes his eyes and basks in the peacefulness of his surroundings, keeping a tight grip on the rod, lest anything take the bait - he won't let his guard down. If nothing does he has a choice of another three of the latest, most expensive fishing rods and a veritable menagerie of bait in order to try again.
Behind him he is sure Atobe is very close to pouting, not that either of them will ever admit it. Here they are on Atobe's private yacht, Atobe is wearing (if you want to call it that) nothing but his Speedos, and he can't even use the time productively to build up a tan because he would hate to ruin his complexion with accidental freckles. Tezuka is supposed to be entertaining him; or more accurately basking in his presence which would satisfy Atobe enough to be having a good time.
"Here's a fish," Tezuka says, reeling his line in and unhooking the creature. He tosses it Atobe's way and Atobe can only watch in horror as it lands in his lap, wet and slimy and squirming - flapping! - desperately. He isn't an animal lover by any means but he'd happily throw the thing back into the ocean right now simply to get it far away from his distinguished person. He's certainly been given better gifts by his admirers. Hell, he's been given nicer things by his enemies.
"Right," Atobe says with a sigh, settling himself down gracefully next to Tezuka and trying to not grimace when he sees the live bait wriggling in the tub beside him. "What do I do?"
Tezuka sets him up a rod without bothering to explain to Atobe what he is doing or why, and fixes it on a stand so that Atobe doesn't actually have to touch it himself at all unless a fish is actually stupid enough to chase the bait. His opinion of fish (live ones at least, on the dinner-plate they are delicious enough) - never high - has been falling rapidly the entire afternoon.
The two of them end up sat in silence but for the waves making their constant whispers, and Atobe realizes this is probably what Tezuka was aiming for out of the day. He almost goes off into a tirade about ungrateful people and those who simply aren't enlightened enough to really, truly appreciate his own outstanding presence until he remembers how amusing Tezuka finds it when he gets caught up in his own words.
He's not falling for that one again.
Tezuka isn't much of a manipulator of people at the best of times but even he can work out what is going on in Atobe's mind as he thinks it. The sense of triumph over creating this win-win situation for himself is scarily like how it feels to win on the tennis court.
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