Scratches and Scribbles

Immoral.

Sun, 15 Jun 2008 17:31:31 GMT

Title: Immoral.
Author: Kitska (kits_hiwatari).
Pairing(s): Oshitari x Hiyoshi.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Leg molestation.
Disclaimer: Tennis no Oujisama belongs to Konomi Takeshi-sensei.
Note: Inspired by a Kakushiazi piece, 'インモラル'.

"Oshitari-san, I don't think that this is appropriate."

The third year merely smiled, leading the younger boy down the hallway by the hand.

"I mean, I know we're both boys and there's nothing wrong with two boys going somewhere alone but it's still inappropriate."

Oshitari's smile grew wider as he spotted an empty classroom and pulled Hiyoshi in, locking the door behind them.

"Oshitari-san?"

"Mmhm. Sit down." Oshitari's grin was starting to annoy Hiyoshi, and the second year frowned, crossing his arms. When he tried to speak, the older boy merely raised an eyebrow and gently pushed the other onto a desk. "Just sit down and take off your shoes."

"You're weird, senpai," Hiyoshi muttered, slipping off his sneakers and socks and sitting quietly on the desk. "And I still think this is very inappropriate."

"Nonsense," the bespectacled male said, kneeling in front of Hiyoshi and taking one of his feet in his hands. "I only want to make an observation."

Hiyoshi blinked when his foot was caressed almost lovingly, each toe tapped lightly by fingers. "Senpai, you know my feet smell," he said, wriggling his toes when fingers gently tickled his sole. "We had practice in the morning, and Atobe-buchou was seriously pushing us to the limit."

"I think they smell like you, musky and sweet," Oshitari mumbled, running his fingers along the length of the brunet's foot. He smirked when he felt his junior shiver under his touches, and proceeded to roll up the pants leg. "Mm, smooth."

The younger male blushed, even more so when Oshitari nuzzled the leg with his nose. "Oshitari-san... what are you doing?" he breathed out, leaning forward a little to watch his senior.

Oshitari had a whimsical look on his face, which both scared and intrigued Hiyoshi. "You have heard of my... fetish for nice legs, right?" At the boy's nod, the smile on Oshitari's face grew wider. "It just so happens someone ofthandedly mentioned that a certain little mushroom had very luscious legs, and I had to find out for myself."

"That's ridiculous," the brunet replied, biting on his lip when the blue-haired male began licking his leg, starting from the heel and going up. "Senpai, my legs are as normal as any other boy's legs are and they are not-"

His protest was cut short when Oshitari leant up to kiss him. "I love your legs," he whispered, going back down to admire Hiyoshi's legs. "They're more perfect than any other pair I've ever seen, and that includes the girls."

That inflated Hiyoshi's ego a little. "Even better than buchou's?"

A deep laugh erupted from the senior's throat, and he kissed the leg again before answering. "Well, Atobe does have the cutest little toes, but overall his legs are a little too skinny for my liking."

Hiyoshi smirked, mentally congratulating himself for the gekokujou. As Oshitari continued to worship his legs, licking and caressing them, the brunet couldn't help but comment.

"You look like a dog, kissing my legs like that."

Oshitari shot him an amused look, which made Hiyoshi shake his head and bite his lip again. "...but it's a good view from here. Kinda nice."

"You are a strange kid, Wakashi," The older boy smiled, kissing him again. "A strange kid with perfect legs. I might have to date you for them."

"Senpai's weird," Hiyoshi snorted, pushing him away and unrolling his pants leg. Putting on his shoes, he got off the desk and straightened his tie. "I'm just lucky I'm wearing pants. Or else I'll get a leg-sniffing boyfriend following me everywhere."

An idea popped in Oshitari's head, and a big grin spread across his face. "Oh I don't know... I could persuade a few second year ladies to swap bottoms with you, just for a day..."

"Oshitari-san!"

The grin somehow became evil, and Hiyoshi couldn't help but shudder. "And I know some of the girl's tennis club members are willing to trade some of their skirts in exchange for Atobe's boxers..."

"You pervert!"

"Mmhm. See you in skirts then, Waka-chan."

Graduation.

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 17:07:25 GMT

Title: Graduation.
Author: Kitska (kits_hiwatari)
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Language, a little fluff from Silver Pair.
Disclaimer: Tennis no Oujisama belongs to Konomi Takeshi-sensei.
Note: This takes place on the day the seniors graduate ~~(finally!)~~ from junior high. I assumed that it's in the morning to early afternoon, so a trip to the amusement park can actually last for more than 3 hours. :D

"So... this is it."

"Yeah."

The small group of five watched as their former buchou and school president step up to address the student body.

"...Atobe'll probably talk everyone's ear off."

"I bet you 5000 yen that he won't."

Taki lost the bet to Shishido when Atobe simply snapped his fingers and said, "Farewell and best of luck to my successors. You guys must be able to lead in Ore-sama's absence. Itte yoshi."

As the other graduates of Hyoutei Gakuen Junior High dispersed, the five boys waited for Atobe to join them. A calm silence befell the group as they stood in a circle looking at each other, before Akutagawa grinned and spoke up.

"We should have one last team gathering before we split. Just the few of us."

He was seconded by Mukahi, who was already bouncing on his feet. "Yeah! We could spend the rest of the day just having fun together, since I know there won't be another time like this."

"Nn, sounds great," Oshitari mused, tapping his chin as he glanced at the other boys. "But the verdict's up to you, Atobe."

The diva smirked. "An outing, then a stay over at my private cottage. All agree?"

A chorus of cheers erupted from the group of boys before Atobe silenced them with a raised hand. "We're missing somebody here," he said, snapping his fingers annoyedly. "Where is Kabaji?"

"Uh, Kabaji's not graduating..." Taki pointed out before he was silenced by Atobe's glare.

"This will be the last time Kabaji gets to obey me before I relinquish my hold on him," the former buchou stated, absently looking over his shoulder. "He will then be the next captain's responsibilty, provided said captain is able to control him."

"I'm sure both Choutarou and Wakashi can control him," Shishido remarked. "The three of them will not disappoint us."

"Speaking of which, here they come," Oshitari smiled as he looked up and saw two of the aforementioned approaching them, the shorter one running to glomp his favourite senpai.

"Shishido-san!" Ohtori cried, tears streaking down his cheeks as he buried his face in Shshido's hair. "I'm going to miss playing doubles with you! And and and, who's going to help me improve on my Scud Serve now that you're gone? Waa, Shishido-san!"

Glaring at the snickers from the others, Shishido calmly pried the younger boy off and ruffled his hair. "It's not the end of the world, Choutarou," he said affectionately, before tugging him aside, still glaring at the others. "It's between me and Choutarou, so buzz off." He started walking with Ohtori in tow, before glancing over his shoulder. "I'll catch up with you guys later."

"Aren't they cute together?" Mukahi commented, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as the rest of them watched the doubles pair walk off. "Seriously, if Shishido kept his long hair, I would have sworn they were the perfect boy-girl couple."

Atobe tsked before looking at Akutagawa. "Come on, Jirou. We'll make the plans for the rest of the day. You'll follow too, naa, Kabaji?"

"Usu," came the usual reply as the three of them walked away, leaving Oshitari, Mukahi and Taki alone. The three boys looked at each other, not knowing what to do until Mukahi clapped his hands together and spoke up.

"Ah, where's Hiyoshi?"

Somehow they have all forgotten the sullen second year, except for Oshitari, who simply smirked at the mention of the boy's name.

"Chikusho... he's the new captain and Atobe forgot about him!" Mukahi exclaimed before pouting and pointing at Taki. "You should know where he is; he's always hanging around you these past few months!"

Taki held up his hands in front of himself protectively. "Hey hey, he approached me only to ask about something," he said, shrugging before walking off. "I'm not his caretaker."

"Chikusho!" Mukahi growled again and was about to pounce on the retreating brunet when Oshitari placed a hand on his shoulder. The petite redhead looked up at Oshitari confusedly, and the tensai simply smiled.

"I know where he is," he said, holding onto Mukahi's wrist as he led them towards the school building. "He's most likely up at the rooftop waiting for someone to get him."

---

Shishido rolled his eyes and sighed, one hand petting the head of silver hair while the other held the taller boy close. Ohtori had totally broken down once they reached their favourite hiding place in the school, and it took all of the brunet's will not to yell at his younger partner to suck it up and smack him senseless.

The sobs died down after what seemed to be an eternity to Shishido. Grimacing at the wet spot Ohtori left on his school blazer, the brunet allowed the other to sink to his knees before joining him on the floor, pressing their foreheads together.

"Ne, Choutarou..." his voice was surprisingly gentle as he gazed into the teary brown eyes of his kouhai, "you do know that absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?"

Ohtori sniffled. "But I will miss you so much, Shishido-san..."

"I'll miss you too, Choutarou," Shishido grinned and squeezed Ohtori's shoulders. "Be strong, kay? Help Wakashi and Kabaji lead the future Hyoutei team, and I'll see you again next year, when you graduate."

"Shishido-san..."

"Call me Ryou," the brunet murmured and hugged Ohtori again, nuzzling his neck. "We've been senpai and kouhai for too long, and I'm glad that barrier is now broken."

"Ryou-san-" the silver-haired boy began, but was silenced by the gentle press of Shishido's lips against his.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds, but it was enough to make Ohtori feel giddy with happiness. "Ryou-sa- I mean, Ryou..." he corrected himself, "Suki desu."

"Aah, suki da, Choutarou," came the answer as the two kissed again, only to be interrupted by a loud 'ahem'.

"Aww, so sweet," Taki smirked, watching as the two blushed crimson. "You know, you two should get married, have babies and such. Ohtori would make a fine father."

Shishido growled, and would have tackled the other brunet if not for Ohtori holding him back. Annoyed, he settled for hissing at the other. "Che, go find yourself a boyfriend... say, Wakashi, for example."

Taki sighed and shook his head. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I have no interest in boys, Shishido." He waved at them and grinned before walking away. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. Have fun."

"Che, geki dasa."

"Don't mind him, Ryou..." Ohtori mumbled, kissing the back of Shishido's neck.

"...fine. It'll be a while until Atobe calls us back." The brunet smirked before pinning a surprised Ohtori down, a strange expression in his eyes as he stared at the younger boy.

"Hey Choutarou, let's make babies. Now."

"W-wha? Ryou!!"

---

"Kabaji, paper."

"Usu."

"...Kabaji, pencil."

"Usu."

Atobe frowned as he tapped the blank sheet with the end of his pencil. Somehow, with the graduation, his mind drew a total blank at what the group could do, besides spending the night at his private cottage. Akutagawa was no help at all; the blond was curled up on the bench beside him, sound asleep as usual.

"...che. Kabaji, coffee."

"Usu."

A cup of steaming coffee was placed in front of the diva as he twirled the pencil, still trying to think.

"...we could go for karaoke, Atobe-san."

Blinking, Atobe looked up at Kabaji, a little surprised at the tall boy's suggestion. "Karaoke?" he repeated, mulling over the idea as he scribbled it down.

"...and dinner. Or a walk in the park. Or a trip to the amusement park."

Atobe was beginning to like the ideas Kabaji suggested, scribbling everything down as he listened to Kabaji's deep monotonous voice. It amused him how talkative the large second year was today, considering the fact that in the past few years Atobe heard nothing else except 'Usu' and 'Katsu no wa Hyoutei' from him.

"Hn, it appears that someone other than Ore-sama is productive today, aahn?" he mused, looking over his shoulder at Kabaji. "How does a trip to the amusement park first and dinner before we leave for my cottage sounds?"

"Usu."

Atobe smirked and stood up, calling a few contacts on his cell phone before turning to the taller boy. "Kabaji, thank you, for everything."

A small smile tugged at Kabaji's lips, unnoticeable to all except the older teen. "...it was nothing, Atobe-san. I thank you for taking me under your wing."

The two stood in comfortable silence until Atobe placed a hand on Kabaji's shoulder and squeezed. "Be Hiyoshi's advisor and right-hand man from now on. Help him lead Hyoutei to glory in my stead." The smile on the older boy's face was confident as he gave his final order as buchou to Kabaji.

"Usu."

Nodding, Atobe turned to the sleeping blond and sighed. "Jirou, get up. We're going to meet up with the others soon, and I don't want Kabaji carrying you around."

Hearing no response from Akutagawa besides a particularly loud snore, Atobe sighed again and prodded him with his finger. "Come on, we're going to the amusement park together. Don't you want Kabaji to win you some plushies?"

That got the blond up, and he immediately pounced on Kabaji, puppy eyes shining. "Can you win me plushies Kabaji, please? I promise I won't fall asleep this time!"

"...usu."

"Yay! Kabaji's the best!"

Atobe sighed yet again, rolling his eyes at the childish behaviour. Some things just never change.

---

As expected, Hiyoshi was at the rooftop, staring blankly at the sky. His back was facing the rooftop door, and he frowned when he heard the door open and footsteps approach him.

"Ohtori, Kabaji, for the last time, I do not want to see Atobe-buchou and the others," he grumbled, not bothering to turn around and see who his visitors were. "They've probably forgotten about me, just like any other time."

"Ah, but we didn't, naa Gakuto?"

Hiyoshi blinked at the soft purr and turned around. "Oshitari-san? Mukahi-san?" He blinked again, this time to stop his eyes from tearing. "What are you doing here?"

Mukahi pouted, stomping over to punch the second year's arm. "We're here to collect you, baka." The pout turned into a warm smile as the redhead hugged the surprised brunet. "You know I won't abandon my doubles partner."

Oshitari had his trademark smile on his face as he stood there with his hands in his pockets. "Besides, I've gotten word that someone here is going to be captain soon."

"..wha?"

Nodding, Oshitari walked over and ruffled the brunet's hair. "Atobe has already acknowledged you as his successor. Your efforts to gekokujou him paid off, it seems."

The news made Hiyoshi sniffle, and he rubbed his eyes with his blazer sleeve. "I thought... I wouldn't be able to..."

Don't be such a baka, Hiyoshi!" Mukahi hugged the younger boy tighter, rubbing his back comfortingly. "You are the strongest second year in terms of skill, diligence, discipline, persistence and... uh... skill! Of course Atobe picked you!"

Chuckling, Oshitari moved Hiyoshi's arm away from his face, smiling at the tears running down the younger boy's cheeks. "Didn't think you were the emotional type, Hiyoshi."

"I'm not emotional," the second year tried to counter, frowning as he continued to wipe his face with his sleeve. "I just have something-"

"In your eye, right." Mukahi rolled his eyes as he watched Oshitari pin the younger boy's hands above his head. "Don't worry, Piyoshi; we won't tell Atobe you cried over your promotion."

"I'm not crying dammit!"

"Mm, and I'm from Hokkaido," Oshitari chuckled, leaning in to wipe at the tear stains on Hiyoshi's cheeks with the pad of his thumb. "Seriously, Wakashi... We don't fault you for being emotional. At least you're not eccentric like Atobe."

That made Hiyoshi smile a little, a faint blush dusting his cheeks at the use of his given name. "Senpai..."

Mukahi snorted and poked Hiyoshi's side, watching him wiggle. "Wakashi's turning soft, like that Shishido's brat. That won't do for future captain."

"Mm, I agree." Oshitari poked the brunet's other side and smirked when the boy wiggled again. "We should give him our 'special training', Gakuto."

"Oh yes!" The redhead grinned, licking his lips. "'Special training' is always fun, na Yuushi?"

Seeing the evil looks on his senpai's face made Hiyoshi gulp. "Oshitari-san, Mukahi-san... what do you think you're doing?"

"'Special training'." Oshitari glanced at his watch before turning to Mukahi. "We have about half an hour before Atobe calls and demand we meet him at the school gates. Let's make this quick."

"Quick training is my specialty Yuushi; Wakashi will be a tough man by the time I'm finished!"

"Aah! Oshitari-san what do you think you're- hey don't! Mukahi-san that's my blazer- not my tie!"

"Stop wiggling, Wakashi."

"Get your hands off- no wait- NOT MY PANTS!"

---

Atobe sighed when the dial tone ended and the operator's voice could be heard. Turning to the rest of the group, he snapped his cell phone shut and sighed again. "It seems that our dear Oshitari and Mukahi won't be able to join us. A pity."

Shishido snickered behind his hand as he tugged Ohtori down and whispered in his ear. "They're probably screwing each other somewhere in school."

"Ryou-san, don't say that!" Ohtori's face was beet-red as he hissed back, embarrassed. "I'm sure Oshitari-senpai and Mukahi-senpai are looking for Hiyoshi-kun..."

Another snicker. "Or busy screwing Wakashi against a wall."

"Ryou-san!"

"Shishido, please refrain from commenting on other people's sex lives," Atobe reprimanded, glaring at the two of them. "It's their loss for not joining the team on their last social gathering, sponsored by-"

His speech was cut off when his cell phone beeped. Flipping it open, he read the message sent by Oshitari and snorted.

'Honma kannin na, Atobe. I couldn't answer my phone because Gakuto and I were too busy having fun with Wakashi. Will join you guys at your cottage once my two nekos wake up. - Oshitari.'

"Mou, Oshitari's being selfish again!" Akutagawa whined, peeking over Atobe's shoulder to read the message. "He's having fun with Gakuto and Hiyoshi and he didn't even invite us!"

Atobe simply deleted the message, flicking his hair from his eyes. "As I said, it is their loss. Naa Kabaji?"

"Usu."

The grin on Akutagawa's face returned as the blond tugged on Atobe's sleeve impatiently. "Come on, let's go to the amusement park! Kabaji promised me plushies!"

As the others walked over to Atobe's car, the teen's cell phone went off again.

"Another message from Oshitari... and a picture."

The attached picture made him frown, as did the message the tensai sent.

'By the way, Hiyoshi's a hell lot bigger than you. ^.~ - Oshitari.'

"Darn that Oshitari..." he grumbled under his breath as he replied. 'Twenty laps around my private gardens. You and Mukahi. Hiyoshi gets thirty, no point asking why.'

Akutagawa looked at Atobe curiously as the latter joined them in the car. "Ne Atobe, why the sulky face?"

"Ask Oshitari, if he manages to survive twenty laps around my gardens."

"...hidoi, Atobe."

Femme Hyoutei

Wed, 02 May 2007 11:48:41 GMT

Before anyone says anything, Kabaji is not feeling up Megumi. He's too... asexual to think otherwise. Besides, he's just carrying her according to Keiko's request.

Line art and Flat art

Line art and Flat art

Line art and Flat art

Line art: Pencil, eraser and paper.
Color: Photoshop CS (dodge, burn and smudge. One character, one layer).
Time taken: A few days.

Tenipuri dump.

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 05:23:19 GMT

Did this for a birthday present for myself last year.

And this is for my kouhai akenosama's birthday, since she wanted a Chouta-inu. :D

And last but not least...

Clockwise from the top right:
跡部景子 Atobe Keiko
宍戸　亮 Shishido Makoto
忍足侑香 Oshitari Yuka
向日岳美 Mukahi Takemi
滝　萩乃 Taki Hagino
芥川　慈 Akutagawa Megumi

Note: Instead of putting a -ko for everyone, which will sound weird for some like Gakuto, Jirou and Taki, I looked up on the different ways of saying the kanji (for example, Ryou's kanji can also be read as Makoto) and/or dropping the masculine part of the name (for example, Jirou's 'rou' kanji) and replacing them with feminine counterparts. :D

reference from wiki

Out of all of them, I like Makoto the best. She's the easiest to draw. Yuka's hair won't come out, and Megumi's hair is... foofy. ^^;;

Little Redhead.

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 03:24:07 GMT

Title: Little Redhead.
Author: Kitska (kits_hiwatari)
Pairing(s): Oshitari x Hiyoshi x Gakuto
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Cute puppets, language.
Disclaimer: Tennis no Oujisama belongs to Konomi Takeshi-sensei.

"Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Little Red."

"Oi, Yuushi. Isn't Little Red Riding Hood supposed to be a girl?"

"Yes, but she's a he in my story."

"You can't just turn her into a boy, Yuushi!"

"Hey, it's my story Gakuto. Now pipe down or Hiyoshi can't hear the rest of it."

"Che, fine. I'm taking Hiyoshi for the night anyway. And the rest of the week."

"I love you too, Gakuto. Now let me continue."

Hiyoshi grumbled under his breath from his place in front of the makeshift puppet theatre, listening his senpai bicker before a hand puppet that looked oddly like Gakuto, down to the pageboy cut and the dark red hair, popped up and waved at the young brunet. He scowled but waved back anyway.

"Good, he's listening."

"Of course he is, you dolt."

"Shh. Now Little Redhead-"

"I thought he was only Little Red?! And where's the red hood? And why does he look like me?"

"I'll answer your questions later. Hiyoshi needs to be entertained."

The redhead puppet waved again at Hiyoshi before seemingly walking across the stage (more bouncing than walking), making the boy snort and tuck his knees under his chin, already bored with the story.

"Now Little Redhead was a bouncy little boy and occasionally visits his dear Grandmama who lived on the other side of the forest. One day he was on his way to his dear Grandmama's place when he met a grumpy Little Wolf."

The Gakuto-puppet bounced a few more times on the spot before it looking around and going still. A soft scuffle and a thunk can be heard, and the puppet flopped to the left slightly.

"Gakuto, you're supposed to be Little Wolf."

"I can't find the puppet... and I think I bumped my elbow."

A sigh. "It's right there by your knee. I'll take a look at your elbow later."

"Oh, okay."

Another shuffling sound, and a puppet resembling Hiyoshi with too-large ears and a bushy tail popped out, crossing its little puppet arms as it glared at the redhead puppet. Hiyoshi snorted again.

"Little Redhead have never seen a Wolf before, so he said hi, and Little Wolf grunted back before asking the boy where he was going. Naturally, the boy told him."

Hiyoshi felt a smile tug at his lips as he watched the two puppets interact with each other in a series of bows, bounces and arm waving as the narration continued.

"Little Wolf told Little Redhead that he knew a shortcut though the forest to get to his dear Grandmama's place, which in fact was a longer path. Little Redhead, being the cute innocent little boy he was, believed Little Wolf and went his merry little way on the long path while Little Wolf sneakily took the short path."

The two puppets parted ways, with the Hiyoshi-puppet moving towards the left while the Gakuto-puppet moved to the right.

"Now, unknown to Little Redhead and Little Wolf, dear Grandmama had passed away a few days ago and a handsome young blue Kitsune lived there instead."

"Yuushi, that isn't part of the original story!"

"My story, my rules."

"But Yuushi-"

"Shh. At least Hiyoshi's paying attention."

Hiyoshi had nodded off during the short exchange between Gakuto-puppet and Hiyoshi-puppet, so the sudden change in the narrative caused him to look up, watching curiously as a three-tailed kitsune puppet with blue hair and glasses popped up in front of Hiyoshi-puppet. The new puppet, dubbed Oshitari-puppet, mimicked a drinking scene, and Hiyoshi laughed a little at its comical gesturing.

"He's laughing."

"I know." A cough. "So instead of finding Little Redhead's Grandmama, Little Wolf found Mr Kitsune sitting outside calmly sipping sake. Little Wolf approached Mr Kitsune warily, for the blue creature reeked of magic and danger."

"You're making that character up!"

"Shh. Just let me continue."

Hiyoshi watched intently as Oshitari-puppet continued his drinking while Hiyoshi-puppet moved closer, then blinked when the former jumped on the latter and imitated a humping action, evoking a blush on Hiyoshi's face and a muffled meep from behind the theatre.

"Yuushi!"

"Not now." Another cough. "Mr Kitsune found that Little Wolf was an attractive young creature and proceeded to show his affection. It was then that Little Redhead appeared, and he was stunned to see two handsome creatures hanky pank outside his dear Grandmama's house."

Gakuto-puppet, which disappeared when Oshitari-puppet appeared, popped out again in front of the two humping puppets and covered its mouth with its arms, imitating a surprised look. Hiyoshi snickered behind his hand, eyes following the puppets' movements.

"Little Redhead got over the shock eventually and demanded for some action too. So Little Wolf wriggled out from under Mr Kitsune and pounced Little Redhead."

Hiyoshi-puppet dislodged itself from under Oshitari-puppet and made a flying leap onto Gakuto-puppet, and a soft groan was heard as Hiyoshi-puppet started humping Gakuto-puppet. Blushing a little harder, Hiyoshi crawled up and sat closer to the theatre.

"Nn... Mr Kitsune found the situation all the more arousing, and using his magic, produced a tube of everlasting lube which he passed to Little Wolf, who used it generously on Little Redhead. Mr Kitsune joined the two later, and they all lived happily ever after."

Another soft groan, and Hiyoshi reached out and quickly pulled the puppets off his seniors' hands, tossing them aside before crawling under the cloth of the makeshift theatre to join them. Gakuto was already fussing with Oshitari's fly, while the tensai licked and nuzzled the smaller boy's neck. The young brunet smirked and pressed himself up against Gakuto's back, hands roaming his seniors' bodies as he heard them moan appreciatively.

"Nn, who would have thought a child's fairy tale could lead to sex."

"Che, stop musing and start fucking, Yuushi."

"Mm, as you wish. Hiyoshi, the lube."

"Hai."

Another art dump.

Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:17:44 GMT

Howl and Snocap, the alpha-males of my mismatched wolfpack. Howl is the whipped wolf, Snocap is the cunning artic fox.
Both Howl and Snocap © Ty Toys.

Naughty and Bagus, normal members. Naughty is the siberian husky in denial of his sexuality, Bagus is his horny german shepherd mate. :3

Schultzie, the omega (lowest position). Another german shepherd.
Schultzie © Ty Toys.

Elder, so named because he's the oldest ~~and my first stuffed dog~~.

Tyral and Tyler. Okay, so they aren't puppyboys, they're kittyboy twins. Tyral's the older, more ~~sadistic~~ sophisticated brother, while Tyler's the younger, more playful one.

And my old classmates keep asking me why I like drawing nekkid puppyboys and kittyboys. =.=;;

Art dump, 5 at a time.

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 15:31:00 GMT

Because these have been lying around in my photobucket without any use. >>

My Pokemon Trainer and her pokemon from FireRed. Try guessing who is what pokemon. :D

Gundam Seed Destiny art. KidsCentral was having a 'draw and win' contest so I figured that there's nothing to lose, since all they're giving out is a t-shirt.

My twins Veirah and Sebathan in half-eph form.

The main characters for my still-planning fic 'FirstBorn of a HalfBreed'. I need help with the storyline, and the beginning. >>

Err... don't ask. I was in a 'draw a long-haired, tied-up bishie yayies!' mood. He's supposed to fit in FBHB somehow.

[fic] Of Ice cream and skirts.

Wed, 14 Feb 2007 14:01:28 GMT

Title: Of Ice cream and skirts.
Author: Kitska (kits_hiwatari)
Pairing(s): Hiyoshi x Shishido
Rating: PG-13, for Shishido's potty mouth.
Warnings: Crossdressing, language.
Disclaimer: Me no own PoT boys. Karupin rules all.
AN: Finally got done to doing this. Had a lot of ideas, and was totally stuck for most of them. Inspired by Yomi's drawing of Shishido in a dress.
WC: 609

Shishido-san is so cute. That was the only thought running through Hiyoshi's mind as he watched Shishido, in all his long-haired glory, dressed in a skirt and skating around, serving customers ice cream. The older brunet was only a step away from turning violent, a result of one too many butt pinches and skirt flipping.

Finally it was his break time. Skating over to where his boyfriend was, Shishido plopped onto Hiyoshi's lap, sulking. "Damn fucking bastards don't know how to keep their hands to themselves."

Hiyoshi merely smirked and petted Shishido's head. "It's your fault you lost the bet with Mukahi-san. And failed your Chemistry test because you refused his help."

"How was I supposed to know bleach had table salt in it?" Shishido grumbled, glaring at a random statue across the street. "Face it, I'm not good in Chemistry as that smartass. And no way am I going to ask that jerk for help."

"Technically it's not table salt-"

"Fuck it Wakashi." Shishido slapped Hiyoshi upside the head. "Don't be like Choutarou and start spouting facts."

"Whatever." Hiyoshi rolled his eyes as he rubbed the back of his head. "You got something on your cheek."

Blinking, Shishido rubbed at his face, trying to get it off. "Where?"

"Here." Hiyoshi leaned down and licked off a bit of stray cream on his boyfriend's cheek. "Now it's gone."

Shishido felt his face burning up and pushed Hiyoshi away. "Don't do that! You're not a dog, Wakashi!" Standing up, he rapped the boy on the head. "And we're in public. Behave."

Hiyoshi rubbed his head, pouting. "It's not like there's a crowd watching."

The long-haired brunet huffed and stalked off, resuming his work. Skating around, he tolerated the groping for a while longer, until his shift was over and he was done for the day. Relieved, he went back to the clubroom, quickly tugged off the stupid waitress outfit and changed back to his school uniform before going out to meet Hiyoshi.

"Finally it's over," he sighed, leaning onto the younger boy. "I hope that no one-"

"Oh my gosh! Shishido-kun's so cute in that dress!"

"I agree! He's so darn adorable!"

"Yeah! I just want to squish him and cuddle him and take him home with me!"

"Anyone got pictures of him? I want to show him to my sister!"

Blinking in horror, Shishido managed to hide himself, peeking out from behind Hiyoshi to watch the group of giggling fangirls pass by them. Looking at the younger boy, he asked, "Tell me again why am I humiliated like this?"

Hiyoshi shrugged and started walking. "Because you and Mukahi-san betted on Atobe-san not being able to survive a day without Kabaji, and the loser has to dress up as a waitress for the bunkasai. Also, he betted that you won't pass your test without consulting him."

Shishido pouted and looked away. "Yeah yeah, rub it in my face, will ya? Fuck it, at least the delivery guy for the ice cream didn't rape me or anything while I was helping him unload the truck."

That's because I threatened to use his dick for a candle wick. "Hn."

Shishido suddenly remembered something. "Oh yeah, Wakashi, is the movie 'Of Mice and Men' by that John Stein guy still at your place?"

"It's Steinbeck, and yeah it's still there."

Grinning, Shishido grabbed onto Hiyoshi's arm. "I want to crash over your place and watch it. And maybe raid your fridge or dirty your sheets."

The younger brunet sighed. "Kaa-san just washed them. And don't make a mess in my room. I hate it when you do that."

"I love you too Wakashi."

WEEK 1 : HIYOSHI WAKASHI x SHISHIDO RYOU
Ice-cream, Violent, Bleach, Statue, Cream, Dog, Crowd, Delivery, Wick, Stein