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WARNING: SOME OF THESE STORIES MIGHT BE INTENDED FOR ADULTS AND ARE NOT TO BE VIEWED BY ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. If you are under age or are offended by the idea of slash (male/male) fan fiction based on the Tenipuri characters, leave right now. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: These stories are based on characters and situations created and owned by Konomi Takeshi. No money is being made here, and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Two Halves
Sanada/Yukimura, R. Post-series fic, with a little angst, and a little happiness. What will it take for someone as stubborn as Sanada to believe? Yukimura decides it's time to put Sanada's concerns to rest. 'At the back of his mind, he knows something's wrong here, knows there's been a gross miscalculation of the situation, but it takes a moment to catch up with him. Takes a while for him to realise the miscalculation is his own.' [3900 words]
To Honour Pasts
Sanada/Kirihara, PG-15. Mild violence, but nothing too heavy. There's only one force on earth that can break the seal Sanada's spent the last year building. “I said drop it.” Sanada snatches up his bowl and takes a sip of tea. It's lukewarm, a little bitter on his tongue. “And I also said I'm not your fukubuchou any more. You're going for pro now, Akaya. It's time to snap out of those childish things.” [4900 words]
For the Return
Tezuka/Ryoma implied, PG. This is set just after episodes 75/76 in the anime and was my first fic in the Tenipuri fandom. In which Ryoma cannot concentrate, and begins to think it has something to do with the absence of the captain. 'Ryoma stares for a long time at the folded jacket, his hands working uselessly at his sides.' [750 words]
Ink Stain
Momoshiro/Kaidoh, PG. In which Momo is not having a very good day, until he meets up with Kaidoh in the bathroom. 'Although he still wasn’t used to it, Momo couldn’t say he’d be able to give it up, either. He pushed back at it with his own, his ink-stained hands now twisting in Kaidoh’s school shirt'. [530 words]
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