Title: The Bouncer
Fandom: Prince of Tennis: Fudomine Chuugaku
Characters: Ishida, Uchimura, Yukimura
Prompt: 049 - Club
Word Count: 413
Date finished: 04/24/2007
Rating: PG
Summary: Time to get rid of a nusense.
Author's Notes: This is an idea a friend of mine and I tossed around while considering joining a new RP community called Club Purgatory. She applied and was rejected; I decided not to bother. And yes, I know it sucks. I hate this prompt!
Disclaimer: Characters are owned by Konomi Takeshi, and whoever did the anime. At any rate, it's not me.

The Bouncer

Ishida Tetsu surveyed the club, not really looking forward to the evening; already he'd spotted three potential problems, and one of the other bouncers had just informed him that Uchimura Kyosuke had slipped in earlier that evening. Now, Ishida just had to find him before he created too much of a stink.

It utterly mystified Ishida, why Uchimura wasn't simply banned from the club. But honestly, he wasn't going to ask. His boss was a good boss - but not the most approachable man he knew.

Uchimura was… a bit easier tonight; it took through the band's first set before the hand-waving and violent gestures began. Ishida waded into the crowd and laid a hand on the shorter man's shoulder.

Uchimura froze mid-gesture and mid-word - he was really angry, yelling above the rest of the noise - and half- turned to look at Ishida over his shoulder. "Again?" he asked.

It was, of course, too loud to actually hear it, but this was a familiar conversation. The man Uchimura had been talking to actually looked relieved as Ishida began moving again, directing him toward the door.

"You have to ask?" he said finally, when he knew he'd be heard. "Head, feet, or ass?"

Uchimura stopped walking, turning to face him. There was a long pause, and the shorter man looked like he was trying to decide to ask a question. Ishida was willing to wait him out. "To land on, or go first?"

That was a first. Ishida chuckled. "I'll let you choose. But no biting," he added suddenly, "or I'll make you land on your head or your ass."

Uchimura positively pouted. "Land on my feet, then," he said sullenly.

"As you wish." It was easy to pick up the smaller man and toss him out the door; he flew neatly onto the street, landing as requested on his feet. The doorman shut the door behind him, and Ishida went back to the main floor of the club.

"I understand you had to remove Mr. Uchimura from the club this evening."

The voice was, as always, a surprise, and Ishida turned to face his boss. He felt like a huge hulk despite being fairly thin, if very tall, next to Yukimura-san, and he probably always would. "Yes, sir."

"I assume you treated him well?"

"Yes, sir. Set him on his feet." In a matter of speaking.

There was a pause, and amusement colored the other man's expression. "Yes. I see. Thank you, Ishida."

Ishida watched him walk away, then shook his head, mystified. He'd never understand.

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