Save Me; part 1/?
30_confessions #1; Touch / Make me feel alive
Yukimura/Shiraishi
He looked at himself in the mirror. I look terrible.. he thought, glaring at the mess his hair was in, the bags under his eyes and the scratch-marks across his left cheek. "Can't go to school like this." he grumbled, then turned on the water and cupped his hands under the tap. He waited for them to be filled, the splashed his face with the cold water. "Ugh.." He coughed and put his whole head under the running water. He raised his head and looked at his dripping figure and saw a reflection in the mirror behind him.
"Come back to bed, Seiichi-kun." the person said, wrapping arms around his waist. Yukimura shook his head. "I have to go to school."
"Couldn't you skip it? It would only be for today."
You said the same yesterday, and the day before.. Yukimura thought. "If I don't go, my friends will wonder."
The person gave him a hard shove, and pressed his hips against the sink, his face up against the mirror. "Fine!" He was let go of, and the older man disappeared from the room. Yukimura sighed and went to search for his uniform, as he heard the front door slam.
"Buchou, are you alright? You've been ill?"
Yukimura looekd down and smiled at Akaya. "I'm fine, just felt a bit sore is all."
"Oh? Have you practiced too much?" Akaya asked, wide-eyed and curious. Yukimura let out a little laugh. "You could say that."
"Okay!" Akaya smiled broadly. "I'm gonna ask Marui-senpai for a match, d' you wanna watch?"
"Of course." Yukimura nodded and followed Akaya with his gaze as the little demon-boy bounced over to the self-proclaimed genious, and then tilted his head a little to look at Yanagi, who had walked up beside him. "Yes, Yanagi?"
"Sore, Seiichi?" the brownhaired teen questioned, and lowered his notebook slightly.
Yukimura looked away. "I already said so to Akaya, but I have practiced a little too much. I just got out of the hospital, after all."
"You're not the type to be irresponsible." Yanagi pointed out. "And I am not as naïve as Akaya is. You know that."
"Then what do you want me to say?" Yukimura asked. "It's true."
Yanagi watched as Yukimura retreated to the side of the court Akaya and Marui had taken, then he shook his head. "Seiichi, do you think that I don't notice?"
Yukimura blinked in surprise as he looked at the blonde in front of him. "Shiraishi?"
"Yah, Yukimura. Nice to see you're looking good." Shiraishi smiled, then, all of a sudden, wasn't doing so any longer. "You have hand-marks on your neck. What happened?"
Yukimura's eyes narrowed, while he continued to smile. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Really?" Shiraishi asked, reaching out a hand to touch the fresh bruises around Yukimura's neck. "Who did this to you?"
Yukimura reflexively pulled away and shook his head. "No one, really. There is nothing to be worried about."
"Liar."
Yukimura's smile fell, and he glared darkly at the other captain. "I'm not a liar, Shiraishi. If you dare to say that again-"
"I'll say it as long as it's needed." Shiraishi cut him off. "If everything's just sunshines and smiles, you wouldn't be having those bruises." The somewhat taller teen tilted Yukimura's head upwards just a little bit, looking him deep into the eyes. "Don't lie to yourself."
Yukimura harshly pulled away and backed from Shiraishi, feeling his back touch the wall to the club house. Shiraishi looked at him, a sad expression in his eyes. "Yukimura, I just want to-"
"Leave me alone." Yukimura snapped. "This has nothing to do with you."
"Is it your family?" Shiraishi asked and placed his hands against the wall on either side of Yukimura's shoulders. "I just don't want you to hurt, Yukimura." Yukimura stared at him, clamping his teeth into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Shiraishi brushed a finger across the teeth and lip, prying Yukimura's mouth open softly. "Don't do that, please." he begged. Yukimura looked down so he wouldn't have to see the pleading, so extremely sad look in the so called Bible's eyes, and then gasped as Shiraishi kissed him. A bolt of something akin to electricity ran right through him, making his body unvolunterily shudder, and when Shiraishi pulled away, he felt a longing. He wanted to feel Shiraishi's touch again. But why did he kiss him at all?
Yukimura looked up, confusion clear on his face.
Shiraishi bit his lip nervously, then took a deep breath. "I don't want to see you hurt, it'd be too much to bear."
Yukimura stared into Shiraishi's eyes, shocked and confused. "Wh-why-"
"That is.." A crooked smile creeped up on Shiraishi's face. "I … I-I- can't say it.." He sighed and pulled away. "I'm sorry, Yukimura. But if there's anything.. anything at all, that you need help with, I'll always be ready to do what I can."
Shiraishi left, silently wondering if he'd done the right thing. But he really didn't want Yukimura to get hurt. Because he loved him so badly.
Yukimura stood still, back still pressed against the wall as he stared after Shiraishi.