[Fic] POT. Kamio/An, implied An/Kippei. PG. Role Model
Title: Role Model
Author:
monitorscreen
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Kamio/An, implied An/Kippei
Rating: PG
Word count: 144
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is the creation of Konomi Takeshi, not mine.
Summary: How can he compete?
Warning: Implied incest
Author's notes: Fic #18 for
fic_on_demand's Fic a Day June Challenge. Request: Hopeless by trixie_chick. I'm not going to make the challenge this year; but well, I've had fun *smiles*
Role Model
by monitor screen
They were all a little in love with her, in those years of dreams and passion. If Tachibana Kippei was their unshakable core, then his sister was the epitome of what he represented. She was their star, their heart.
Akira should have counted himself lucky, that he is the one whom the princess has chosen, that he is found worthy of such a goddess. He should have been proud.
But in truth, Akira only feels non-existent, as he stands there watching her walks down the aisle on her brother's arm, watching the loving smile on her lips, watching the way her eyes sparkles - as her gaze lingers on the one beside her. He has to close his eyes from the glare of her white dress.
Because he does not want to witness how her glow dims when her eyes eventually turn onto him.
Comments and critiques welcomed.
Author:
monitorscreenFandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Kamio/An, implied An/Kippei
Rating: PG
Word count: 144
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is the creation of Konomi Takeshi, not mine.
Summary: How can he compete?
Warning: Implied incest
Author's notes: Fic #18 for
fic_on_demand's Fic a Day June Challenge. Request: Hopeless by trixie_chick. I'm not going to make the challenge this year; but well, I've had fun *smiles*Role Model
by monitor screen
They were all a little in love with her, in those years of dreams and passion. If Tachibana Kippei was their unshakable core, then his sister was the epitome of what he represented. She was their star, their heart.
Akira should have counted himself lucky, that he is the one whom the princess has chosen, that he is found worthy of such a goddess. He should have been proud.
But in truth, Akira only feels non-existent, as he stands there watching her walks down the aisle on her brother's arm, watching the loving smile on her lips, watching the way her eyes sparkles - as her gaze lingers on the one beside her. He has to close his eyes from the glare of her white dress.
Because he does not want to witness how her glow dims when her eyes eventually turn onto him.
Comments and critiques welcomed.