Title: Manipulation 01: Gathering Data
Fandom: Prince of Tennis: Fudomine Chuugaku
Characters: Tachibana An, Ibu Shinji, Ohtori Choutarou
Prompt: 059 - Food
Word Count: 317
Date finished: 08/27/2007
Rating: G
Summary: An thinks someone is watching her.
Author's Notes: Welcome to the monstrosity that is the Manipulation Arc.There will be fourteen parts. The impetus for this monstrosity is the CPG pairing in the next fic. Every one of the fics are from the CPG, and it worked pretty well, which surprised me. This one is "Ohtori Choutarou / Ibu Shinji - Sushi". And where else do we find Sushi in the Prince of Tennis universe than at Kawamura Sushi? Also - this was chosen by my friend Liz (lj user wiccanlilly).
Disclaimer: Characters are owned by Konomi Takeshi, and whoever did the anime. At any rate, it's not me.

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Tachibana An loved the tradition the Fudomine Junior High team started when they'd all split up to go to High School. Once a month, everyone in town met for dinner - and when they went off to college, some of them made it a point to make it into town for it. An herself, studying at Todai, had only missed one meeting, due to a test retake for one of her classes.

She made sure never to fail a test again.

Tonight, though, she only had one dinner companion. Ibu Shinji sat across from her in the small booth in the back of Kawamura sushi, looking over menus they really didn't need to see.

"Akira had a final today, so that's why he can't be here," she informed Shinji as something new to the menu caught her eye.

"Tetsu's hours have changed," Shinji told her. "He works nights, now. He said he'll try to work the schedule so he can make it next month."

An sighed, and looked over the menu at him. "He works too hard." Shinji nodded his agreement.

Their conversation flowed, as ever, although Shinji was less talkative than he had been when she'd first met him. It had been a gradual thing, as if in getting older, he'd learned to control this thoughts, or at least keep them internal.

Sometimes, she was sorry.

The feeling stole over her gradually, but by the time they asked for their checks, she knew someone was watching her. On a pretext of looking for Taka - who had been glad to see them, as usual - she glanced around the room.

The man who caught her eye was familiar, and she remembered his name even as he smiled and nodded at her, and then looked away. Turning back to Shinji, she shook her head. His couldn't be the eyes she'd felt. What would Ohtori Choutarou want with her?

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