Very drabbly, but I have to post it because I'll needs all the fics it can get, and this is the only non-Hiiragi/Akane I've written thus far. ;)
Mirror by Redex
He was attractive in a suit, Takuya couldn't help but notice.
This boy who had played with his brother, who had tempted him enough to almost leave his beloved Kouzu.
It was enough to intrigue him. He heard rumors float around the party, the old story of Takayanagi and Akane, the rivalry, but he had heard it all before. But if this boy played like Akane, and he played like Hiiragi...
Maybe he would find something in this Takayanagi charector resembling flowers.
He let out a snort of laughter at his own setimentality, but it was true that Akane's line had stayed with him. He stopped to look at the flowers now, sometimes. Wisdom from the mouth of babes and all that.
He pushed out of the circle of well-wishers surrounding him and got two plastic champagne glasses from the table before heading over to where Gaku was standing on the lit balcony, laughing at something an attractive young woman said.
He handed the glass over to Takayanagi and saw the eyes flicker over him, framed by shaggy black hair. The girl shied away - everyone knew who Hiiragi Takuya was.
A sardonic smile split those lips open and Gaku nodded differentially at Takuya and raised his glass to him.
"Tachibana brought me along. He figured I ought to meet you, if I'm planning on beating you eventually."
Takuya smiled at the challenge and sipped at the fizzy liquid.
"Where is he, anyways?"
It was mildly disturbing that Akane hadn't gotten into a fight with anyone yet, or gotten drunk, or tossed someone off the balcony...
"Probably off snogging that little brother of yours," Gaku said quietly, muscles in his jaw tensing for a moment.
Takuya raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yes?" he said midly and took another drink. He had guessed, of course.
"What about you?" Gaku asked, raising an eyebrow in return.
"What about what?"
"Who does the great Hiiragi Takuya spend his off days with?" Gaku repeated, smirking a little.
Takuya tensed for a moment. Touchy subject, that. He had girlfriends, of course, but none of them seemed to last very long once the glamour of the position wore off. It was fustrating, and it was busy, and as far as Takuya was concerned, it didn't do anything.
"The basketball," he said snidely, turning to look out over the grounds of the club's grounds.
"Mmm," Gaku replied, strangely quiet as he sipped from his glass.
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It didn't take much to ditch the party and find a club. Already high on bubbly, the pounding music and Gaku's sly sense of humor were irrisistable to someone who hadn't gone out with friends in years.
He didn't question when the girls dissapeared and they were only dancing with each other. Didn't question when Gaku's hands slid up his unbuttoned and untucked shirt, nor when they were kissing in the middle of a sweaty crowd.
It was good. It wasn't satisfaction, it was just comfortable, and when Takuya woke up the next morning with a phone number markered onto his hand and a pounding headache, it was mroe than worth his father's angry tirade about having to make excuses for his absense. He wanted to do it again.
A flower named Gaku had come onto his path. He wanted to take it with him.
Tada. Review me?
