This is a story I've written on Quizilla just to give you a heads-up. The story has a bit of cursing in it. sweatdrop And its a Momoshiro Takeshi x OC, AKA, Original Character that I've created.
Enjoy... I guess ._.
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I watched the tennis balls fly in every direction in the match between Kaidoh and Momoshiro. Sighing as I looked at the pile of broken rackets beside me, I wondered when the competitive sparks around the two's eyes would disappear.
"I bet 20 yen that Snakey-San will win this match!" Eiji-Senpai announced proudly.
"Eiji, you sure about this? I mean, betting on these two isn't really such a good idea--" Oishi was cut off by Ryoma's low cocky voice.
"I bet 30 on Momo" He said.
"Alright!!" Eiji bounced around.
We then looked at the thinking Fuji, intensely.
"Nani? What are you all looking at?" Fuji exclaimed.
In a split second, we all turned away quickly to avoid receiving 70 laps to run from the captain for dishonoring Fuji-Senpai. After a while, we went back to our little chitter-chatter about the bets. Everyone held a bet, one higher than the other.
I sweatdropped.
'Wow, who knew Seigaku Regulars could be so... What's that word? Oh well..' I thought.
"Hoi, Ming-Senpai, who are you betting on?" Eiji asked with a kawaii face. My eye twitched.
"Uh....I bet......80 yen....On...." I stopped myself and thought long and hard.
Practically the whole Seigaku tennis team surrounded me with wide eyes and perked ears, waiting for what I had to say.
"Ah! I know!" I said with a cheery face. The boys pushed each other out of the way to listen. The expression on my face was ridiculous enough to be Eiji's.
"I bet 80 yen on the who-ever wins the match!"
Everyone did an anime fall.
"Ming-Senpai!!!!! That's not fair!!!!!" Eiji wailed as anime tears streamed down his face.
"C'mon Ming-san! Play it fair-and-square!" Oishi told me.
"Well..." I scratched my head as a sweatdrop appeared on my head.
"Well?" Ryoma raised a brow. Fuji crossed his arms.
"Ehehehe....You see, I don't have any money to bet on anybody!"
Everyone aruond me did an anime fall.
"MING LI!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US BEFORE YOU BET 80 YEN!?!?!?" Eiji wailed.
"I was nervous and everybody was staring at me!!!!" I cried.
"Hey, all of you, knock it off!" Tezuka ordered.
"Yes sir!" we replied in unision and saluted.
The coach looked up from her book and smiled, "That's enough practice now, boys. Time to go home!"
"I won't lose to him!!" Kaidoh and Momoshiro sneered.
Everyone sweatdropped.
'This could take a while...' We thought.
The coach sighed and shook her head, "Well.. The rest of you are free to go. Have a nice day!"
And with that, she got up from her seat and left the park. I waved good-bye to the team and went home.
I whistled a tune as I walked along the sidewalk that lead back to home. Darker and darker the sky became; The sun was set lower and lower.
'Mmmm....It kind'a gives me a sad feeling whenever its dawn....Maybe `cause the day's ending...Well, I don't really know for sure anyway'
"Oi, Ming-San, what're doing here??" Momo's voice was heard behind me.
An irk mark appeared on my head as I turned around and clenched my fist. "WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THAT QUESTION?? I'M GOING HOME, STUPID!!"
Momoshiro was carrying a bunch of hot-dogs and pastries wrapped in plastic as an irk mark appeared on his head as well.
"WHO ARE YA CALLIN' STUPID, DUMBCRACK??"
"I'M CALLING YOU STUPID, BLOCKHEAD! THERE'S NO BAKA AROUND US FOR ME TO CALL THEM STUPID!"
"YOU TAKE THINGS TOO SERIOUSLY, DORK-FACE!"
"AND WHAT ABOUT YOU, MOMOSHIRO?? YOU'RE THE PIG!!!"
"SAVE THAT TOUGH-TALK FOR YOUSELF! YOU'RE AS SKINNY AS A STICK!!"
"AT LEAST I'M HAVING ALL THAT FAT GOING UP TO MY HEAD!! NO WONDER YOU'RE SO BRAINLESS!!"
"WELL.....AGH FORGET YOU, LI!!" Momoshiro threw his hands in the air, careful not to drop his snacks. "I'M GOING HOME!"
"SAME HERE! I'M NOT GONNA WASTE MY TIME ARGUING WITH AN IDIOT!" I spat back.
"Hmph!" and we both stomped away in oppposite directions.
The next day, there was a match between Oishi and Ryoma-senpai; the winner would take Oishi's place in the tournament. I clutched the gate in front of me with a firm grip.
"This game is very intense..." I whispered.
Momoshiro interrupted my thoughts, "Drama-Queen!!" he sang in my ear.
A rather large irk mark grew on my head, "Shut-it, MOMOSHIRO!"
"Make me!!" He mimicked.
"I oughtta stuff a turkey down your throat!!" I growled.
"Oh, that should taste mighty good!" Momoshiro mushroom sighed.
"Idiot!!" I spat
"Dork!"
"Nerd!"
"Dumb-Dumb!"
"Brainless zombie!!"
"Nit-Wit!"
"Self-fish Jerk!!"
"Pin head!!!"
"Nincompoop!!!"
"Supid Metal-Defective Meathead!!--"
"Momoshiro-Senpai! Ming-Senpai! 100 laps!! Now!" Tezuka ordered.
We groaned.
'Great! I'll miss the match and I'm stuck with the imbecile!!!' I thought angrily.
So, we started running around the tennis court; All because of that idiotic Momoshiro! I hate that guy! I was on my 30th lap around the court and Momoshiro was on the same.
"Hey! Ming-San!" Momoshiro jogged beside me.
"What??" I snapped and glared at him.
"Bet 80 yen that I could finish 100 laps before you do!" He said deviously.
I smirked, "Sure, why not? You'll owe me 80 yen!!"
"Oh, must you be so sure on that one?" He rolled his eyes.
I ran ahead of him, "Sure! Why not??"
"HEY!! COME BACK HERE, MING!!" He growled.
I laughed, "Can't catch me!!"
Momoshiro laughed as well and started to jog faster, "Ready or not, here I come!!"
I flinched, 'Since when did baka-senpai run so fast?'
Focusing back on the track, I tried to speed up. Too bad that didn't work! Momoshiro practically flew right passed me! Right when he was a centimeter in front, he stuck out his tounge and blew a raspberry.
"HOI!! MOMOSHIRO!!!" I yelled at him, "GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE!!"
"Can't touch this!" He called back merrily.
This ticked me off, 'There's no way I'm lose 80 yen to a guy! ESPECIALLY Momoshiro!'
I was thinking so hard, that I fell to the ground! Swirls appeared and replaced my eyes.
'Ow!! Stupid me!! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!!' I slapped myself mentally.
"Hoi, Ming-san, needa hand?" Momo's voice asked.
"Neh?" I looked up and saw Momoshiro's hand. "Hmph!" I glared at him.
His expression changed. -__-
"Fine!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him down with me as he let out a loud yell.
"D*mn you, Ming-San!!" He cursed.
"Hey, nothin' ventured, nothin' gained!" I shrugged.
He gave me a flat face, "Yah, yah yah... Confuse me with your dorkyness, neh?"
Momoshiro got up and dusted himself up. His nose; High up in the sky.
"Well! If you don't mind, I will continue running my laps without any interruptions!" He huffed.
I made a face, stook out my leg, and tripped him.
"Woah!!" He fell face-first onto the ground.
I laughed at him, "Boy, Momoshiro! You sure know how to crack someone up!!"
The Seigaku tennis player got up again and crossed his arms. In a strange accent, he said, "You better not talk about me or else I'll tell yo mama!"
I cracked up and held my stomach, "Momoshiro! Stop it!!"
"Stop what, Ming-Chan??" He kneeled down next to me and lifted his hands.
'Uh-Oh....'
"ATTACK!!!" He shouted as he tickled me.
"AGH!!! MOMOSHIRO!!!" I cried out between laughs and giggles.
"No! The enemy must be defeated!!" He said in a ghostly tone.
"Stop that!!!" I laughed again.
"Ooooooh!!! The ghost of Takeshi wishes to take revenge!! I shall complete his request and torture you--Ming Li!!!" He said.
I stopped laughing and stared at him, "Now what the heck was that??"
He shrugged, "Saw it in a movie; Always wanted to do that in real life!"
I frowned, "Weirdo!"
He leaned in closer to my face, "What did you say??"
"I said, `Weirdo!`" I repeated.
He narrowed his eyes, "If I'm a weirdo, then that makes you..."
Momoshiro leaned forward and whispered in my ears, "A pretty girl"
I pushed him away and stared at him with a bewildered face, "Say what???"
He chuckled, "Ming-San, you're clueless....Aren't you?"
I raised a brow, "Clueless how?"
He smirked, "Really, and I thought you were smart enough to know!"
Folding my arms, I stared at him with a frown, "No, really, Momoshiro. I don't get you"
In less than a second, he kissed me on the cheek. "Now do you get me, hmm??"
I looked at him- stunned. All Momo did, was grinned. He patted me on the back, "You owe me 80 yen, Ming-San"
Again, I raised a brow, "What makes you think that?"
"Do I have to give you another kiss to make you understand?" He asked.
I smiled. A real one. "No....Do I?"
Before he could respond, I kissed him on the lips and broke off a few moments later.
"Now who said I had to pay you 80 Yen?" I asked.
He smirked, "Me, of course!"
I hit him lightly on the shoulder, "Race ya to the sushi bar!!"
He grinned, "Fine with me!"
The sun in the horizon was setting. This time, it didn't look as much depressing. Probably `cause I had Momoshiro with me. Though this whole event was pretty unexpected, wasn't it?
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