by Tari Gwaemir
"There's always tennis."

It snowed all week before Christmas. Not surprisingly, the street courts were covered with white drifts and melting puddles.

Kamio stared at the muddy, slushy ground in dismay. "You don't expect me to practice in this, do you?"

Shinji simply raised his racket and gave a small but infuriating smirk.

"You've been hanging around that Echizen too much," Kamio informed him as he took out his own racket. "You know, I could've been on a Christmas date with An-chan right now."

"But you aren't."

"Yeah, 'cause that bastard Momoshiro asked her first." Kamio served the ball with unusual force.

Shinji returned it with a sharp slice. "There's always tennis, Kamio."

"Yeah, there'll always be tennis."


Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.

Written for Meg (lazulisong), Cat (jaebi_lit), and Ian (unrequitedangst) for Christmas.