The Princess, Er, Prince, Bri-GROOM, Setter - A Princess Bride AU
So. I have no self-control. Ahem. Sneak peak?
“Perfect.” Hanamaki had really white teeth, almost disturbingly white, which he had no problem flashing at all of them. “We were just about to have a little team meeting of our own.”
“Please don’t,” Yahaba prayed fervently under his breathe.
“Kids,” Matsukawa propped his free hand on his hip, Kunimi still reluctantly tucked under the other one, “This tale that we’re about to tell you is a classic.”
“A classic?” Kindaichi furrowed his brows, looking more and more curious by the second.
“A classic,” Hanamaki confirmed. “A classic tale that has everything that a good story should.”
“Are we telling stories?!” To Yahaba’s great horror, some Nekoma members were starting to wander over, obviously drawn by the suspiciousness of their little huddle in the middle of the gym, the tall silver-haired one reaching them first. “Is it a good one?”
“Oh,” Matsukawa nodded with a devious smirk, “One of the best.”
“Cool! Can we listen too?”
“Of course,” Hanamaki cooed, curling a finger at the little crowd, looking to all the world like the driver of a white van, making promises about puppies and candy. “Gather around.”
“Now,” Hanamaki tapped his chin thoughtfully as the Nekoma members crowded closer, almost effectively cutting off all escape routes. “Where were we?”
“Classic tale and good stories.” Kunimi, it appeared, had accepted his fate.
“Right!” Hanamaki snapped. “This story has it all; Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison.”
“True love,” Matsukawa picked up without missing a beat. “Hate. Revenge. Giants.”
“Hunters,” Hanamaki continued. “Bad men.”
“Is that a real word, Kenma-san?”
“Snakes. Spiders,” Hanamaki was starting to get a really worrisome gleam in his eyes. “Beasts of all natures and descriptions.”
“Pain.” Matsukawa rolled the word around his tongue, grin the most perfect example of ‘shit-eating’ that Yahaba had ever seen. “Death.”
“Wait, is this Cinderella?”
“What version of Cinderella have you watched?!”
Brave men,” Hanamaki clenched his free hand across his chest. “Coward men. Strongest men.”
“Chases.” Matsukawa spread his hand out and swung it out in front of him, eyes dramatically on the horizon. “Escapes. Lies.”
“Dude, this is definitely Cinderella.”
“You two aren’t allowed to watch TV alone together anymore.”
“Truths!” Hanamaki picked up, eyes on fire. “Passion!”
“And of course, miracles.” Matsukawa finished with a fruitful sigh. “Truly, a tale worthy of sharing with all of you.”
“I, uh,” Kindaichi was blinking rapidly, visually trying to process everything he’d just heard. “I thought this was, uh, about…the team?”
“Oh, it is,” Matsukawa plopped a heavy hand on the younger boy’s shoulder, and to Yahaba, it looked no different than the swing of an executioner’s axe. “About both of our teams.”
“This,”Hanamaki raised a single finger into the air, “Is the story of how Oikawa and Kuroo fell in love.”
Kyoutani wasted no time trying to make a run for it.
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