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10 September 2005 @ 08:43 pm
FIC! :D  
I have SennyKiku at 30_fortunes so uh... here's my first fic wtf. :D
...this is the first fanfic I've written in like.. forever. It's short. Yay.

Title: Soup Kitchen
Author: Kitzaku
Fandom & Pairing: Prince of Tennis; SengokuxKikumaru
Rating: G?
Warnings: My perceptions of Sengoku and Kikumaru and their relationship are based purely on RPs. ^^;. .. Touji makes a guest appearance and Touji’s personality is entirely fanon. If you cannot stand an OOC Touji, I suggest you flame me. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of its affiliated characters. They belong to Konomi-sensei~.



Why Atobe decided it was necessary to have everyone gather again was unclear. What was even more unclear was the fact that instead of mock Olympics to boost competitive spirit, Atobe had decided to host… a soup kitchen.

Various members of tennis teams stood behind tables with Atobe’s face embroidered onto each of the tablecloths. Their mission was simple: to serve the soup that was placed before them to the unfortunate residents of the Homeless Shelter where they were stationed.

The volunteer turnout was phenomenal. Mizuki had even shown up, although it seemed he was there to model his new lacy rose apron, rather than to serve any soup. Kawamura was scaring customers away with his “burning soup.” Strangely – or even not to strangely – Inui’s table was empty, and the vat of soup before him was glowing strange colors and emitting the foulest of smells.

However, the amount of volunteers exceeded that of the available soup containers. Several of the employees were forced to share. At the far end of the soup kitchen, Sengoku and Kikumaru were more than busy with their fair share of customers. While Sengoku calmly ladled the soup out, Kikumaru was behind him, bouncing about and tossing over bowls whenever needed. It could have been Kikumaru’s ability to sense when other people needed his assistance from playing so many doubles matches, or that he was just lucky, but whenever Sengoku needed extra help with something – be it a disgruntled and angry person demanding more soup, or Kikumaru’s uncanny ability to be ready with a new vat of soup just before the old one ran out without ever looking inside of it—he would only turn around and Kikumaru would be there for him.

After some time, the flow of customers came to a pattering stop, and while everyone was putting their respective tables away, Kikumaru rocked back on his heels and tilted his head at Sengoku inquisitively. His eyes squinted and he leaned forward. The attention seemed to make Sengoku uneasy and he raised an eyebrow as if to say, “Yes?”

“Sengokuuuu~” Kikumaru grinned wildly. “Why are you volunteering at a soup kitchen?”

The orange haired boy blinked a moment and moved to pick up one end of the table and motioned for Kikumaru to handle the other end. “The same reason you are, probably.” The lifted the table simultaneously and moved it to rest in the back of the shelter with the others.

“And what reason is that?” Kikumaru stretched, his grin never leaving his face.

“…helping out in the community makes you feel better about yourself?” Sengoku offered. “Or… the fact that it makes you look good in front of girls.” He said, grinning madly. At the mention of girls, Kikumaru’s face took a distorted form. Sengoku raised his eyebrow once again. “What?”

“Girls.” Kikumaru waved it off. “The only thing they’re good for is cooking and cheering me on in a Tennis match.”

Sengoku shook a finger pointedly at Kikumaru. “You take it back. Girls are just as interesting as anything else.”

“Not really.” Kikumaru’s hands went behind his head and his grin returned again.

By this time Sengoku appeared to be fidgeting internally. As if he was fighting to say something that would probably get them both riled up. Instead, he took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. “Then why did you volunteer to work at a soup kitchen, Kikumaru?”

“Well it wasn’t to meet girls.” The redhead snickered. “But I managed to meet someone else much more interesting.” Without saying another word, Kikumaru literally bounced over to where the other members of Seigaku were waiting. Sengoku shook his head in disbelief and confusion. The only person Kikumaru had ever talked to today was himself and the homeless people. .. and even then, any extended conversation with a homeless person usually consisted of what was in the soup.

Sengoku hadn’t realized he was staring off into space until Muromachi punched him hard in the shoulder.

“Ey, Sengoku.” Muromachi prodded his fukubuchou. “You’re drooling.”

“EH?!” Sengoku hastily wiped his mouth. He didn’t even realize that it had been hanging open either. He convinced himself that it must have been from the shock of such a weird statement coming from Kikumaru. He laughed a bit and waved it off. “I’m just hungry, that’s all.”

“Hungry? You’ve been around soup all day.” Muromachi raised his eyebrows, but the effect was masked a little behind his sunglasses. “You want to go for some nachos? I’ll see if Nitobe or Kita want to come.”

“Yeah… nachos…” Sengoku agreed half-heartedly, rubbing his neck.

If Kikumaru really had meant that he thought Sengoku was interesting… what exactly did that mean? Interesting like he found girls interesting? He would have allowed his brain to elaborate on the subject if at that moment, Muromachi hadn’t let out the largest amount of flatulence that could be contained in a human body. Sengoku stared at him in wide-eyed horror.

“Sorry.” Muromachi fanned the air, entirely ruining Sengoku’s thought process. “I tried some of Inui’s soup. Nacho?”
 
 
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Ashke: Smiling Sengokulinen on September 11th, 2005 03:52 am (UTC)
NACHOS!

~~~ I love it Liiii... it's all cute and Senny's all Senny-like and Kiku is all Kiku-like and I really like it YAYAYAY. <3
~~Arupin's Prince of Tennis Batcave~~arupin on June 11th, 2006 03:53 pm (UTC)
Kyaaa~!! So cute~~
And Sengoku didnt even mention the word 'lucky'. Good boy!