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Selfish Need

The ball smacked against the wall satisfyingly as the junior ace of Rikkai Daigaku Fuzoku moved to hit it again. Kirihara had been hitting the ball in relatively the same spot for almost an hour uncaring that his arm had begun to go numb from the repetitive action. Practice had ended hours ago for the team but he had no desire to leave the courts, his only thought was hitting the ball back at the wall. Screw whatever he needed to be doing right now for he didn't care one bit about anything.

Clenching his hand tighter around his racket his breathing sped up as he put all his aggression and troublesome thoughts into the force behind the ball. Without even noticing his eyes turned bloodshot his play style becoming more reckless as his mind entered a semi-numb state. Kirihara enjoyed being this way for it was so much easier to focus on smacking the ball as hard as he could then his own issues.

Imagining the shape of a person upon the wall he aimed to where their knees would be, then their head, side, arms, everywhere that would cause pain. Again and again until his eyes faded back to their normal color and he his body was left exhausted. Falling onto his knees using his racket as support the junior ace closed his eyes tightly before snarling to himself.

"Fucking hell," he muttered to himself before panting as he lifted himself to stand. Tossing his racket in the direction of his bag he rubbed his wrist absently while he let his body cool itself down. Grabbing his bag and stuffing his racket in it he slung it on his shoulder before leaving the courts with a bang of the gate behind him.

Running a hand through his curly mop of black hair Kirhara almost mourned his loss of a distraction as he headed towards his home his feet dragging along the sidewalk. There was no hurry in getting home as Kirhara knew no one would be waiting for him anyways. His mother was either at work or off in her own little world without a thought of her son, which suited him just fine. He didn't need some worried sick parent that was for sure.

Ignoring completely the throbbing of his arm the green eyed boy made his way down the sidewalk with no real destination in mind. There was nowhere really he could go now besides home or back where he came from. Well there was somewhere else he could go, a place no one who knew him would expect him to go, but at the moment it sounded a tad bit better then going home.

Turning down the next street he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans glad that he had changed out of his uniform long after practice had ended. Although he was sweaty and the humid air was only making it worse he preferred to be in his normal clothes. Jeans, a shirt that was black and white the colors cut diagonally down it, and plain old sneakers made up his outfit. Simple but that was the point.

Closing his eyes for a moment he quickened his step slightly growing impatient from doing nothing but walking. And all too soon he arrived at his destination, a relatively large traditional style Japanese house that was led to by a flight of stairs; he ambled up to the door before knocking with an impatient sigh. The junior ace was anything but patient if it didn't have to do with tennis and especially with the person who lived here despite how foolish that really was.

After only a few moments of waiting the door slid open revealing none other then the fukubuchou of Rikkai, Sanada. Looking the same as always with the exception of his clothing he stared at the junior ace for a moment before opening the door further to grant him entrance.

"Kirihara," he stated in greeting after the younger male had made it inside.

"Sanada," Kirihara responded regarding the other almost blankly with his green eyes. Though his eyes had nothing to do with how he actually felt right now. In reality the reasons why he had come here in the first place were rising to the surface, a strange need. Something he couldn't even explain to himself, didn't bother to.

Taking note of his sweaty appearance Sanada arched an eyebrow for a moment before turning away from him and walking down the hallway obviously expecting Kirihara to follow. And follow he did as he knew exactly where they were going to begin with due to the routine they had every time he came here. Oddly enough he had been here several times always without any notice beforehand and for the same reasons.

Reaching almost the end of the hallway Sanada stopped at a door before sliding it open and entering it as Kirihara followed soon after. Closing the door shut behind him his green hues barely registered the sight of the others bedroom before he moved to sit on the bed, flopping down on it in tiredness. Not even bothering to move slightly in order to make himself comfortable he shifted his gaze to his fukubuchou who was sitting at his desk.

"What were you doing?" Sanada asked while he continued whatever it was that he was doing at his desk, homework Kirhara would guess.

Shrugging his shoulders the junior ace hardly hesitated before answering. "What else? Practicing," he responded in his usual way shifting to lean against the headboard of the bed. Other then glancing at him Sanada did nothing though Kirhara didn't miss how his eyes narrowed for a moment. A sure sign that he had grated on his nerves but Kirhara was ignoring it like always.

With nothing more to say at the moment a silence fell over them but it was normal so neither noticed it much. The two of them weren't very articulate around each other to put it lightly, if they were then it probably consisted of yelling. Beginning to feel bored though he decided to rid himself of his boredom by starting the process to get what he came here for.

Putting his hands behind his head his green hues locked on the other as his hand absently messed with the covers of the bed. "Oi fukubuchou are you finished yet?" He asked in a bored voice that he knew would grate on the others nerves yet again.

Yet the only response he received was a simple 'no' as Sanada continued to work on whatever it was that he was doing. Narrowing his eyes slightly in irritation for a moment he rolled his eyes and looked away. That wasn't the reaction he wanted at all and he found himself once again wondering why he wasn't still hitting the ball against the wall. He didn't care that his arm had gone numb only a few minutes ago, he just wanted a distraction. A distraction from life, issues, anything that was real.

Sliding off the bed Kirhara walked around the room stopping every once and awhile to touch or look at something. Of course he already had seen everything in the room before but he was bored and looking at things provided a small distraction at least. Though it also seemed to finally gain the attention of Sanada for when Kirhara glanced over at him his eyes were narrowed slightly in agitation.

"Stop or leave," the fukubuchou ordered in his usual gruff way obviously wanting Kirhara to stop messing with his things.

Rolling his eyes Kirhara only continued what he was doing. "Fuck off, I'm not hurting anything," he replied rather stupidly without a care to any possible consequence.

Before he could even realize that Sanada had moved he felt the back of his hand collide painfully with his cheek causing him to stagger slightly. Hand dropping immediately to his side the junior ace blinked as he looked up at the obviously agitated Sanada. Raising his hand to his stinging cheek automatically he narrowed his own eyes into a glare.

"The hell was that for?" The junior ace muttered angrily not expecting a response. There was no doubt that he should have anticipated what had happened but that didn't nullify the fact that he felt it was undeserved. Lowering his hand again he noticed that Sanada had moved back to sit at his desk so the green eyed boy sat back down on the bed. Again this was something that had almost become a ritual for the two odd as that really was.

Silently urging the ritual to continue Klirhara was still unhappy that he hadn't gotten what he came here for, a distraction. Emitting an agitated sound in the back of his throat he stood up again to stand next to his fukubuchou's desk. "Now what are you doing?"

Seemingly ignoring the question Sanada ignored Kirhara who upon shifting his head to see what he was doing saw that he was reading a book. Slightly surprising but not really Kirhara thought that it was probably one for school anyways since the writing was entirely in english. Due to his poor skills at english he hadn't a clue what any of it said.

Without thinking before hand he grabbed the book from the desk before Sanada could realize what he was doing and sat back down on the bed. Not even having to look up to know that Sanada was glaring at him in his usual annoyed fashion Kirhara only continued trying to figure out what any of the words were but soon gave up.

Putting the book down beside him and ignoring the pointed look from the other he spoke up again. "What's it about?" He asked obviously meaning the book though not really caring what the answer was in the first place, it was just something to ask. That and the junior ace was still aiming for getting what he came here for.

"A famous American," was the short answer that he received. "Return it," Sanada once again ordered only to be ignored again as Kirhara grinned devilishly.

"No thanks," Kirihara said while taking the book into his hands once more as he grinned. Now he had a way to get what he wanted and he was fully intending to take it. Though instead of staying on the bed he got up again and walked back over to where Sanada was. Holding the book up in his hands he slid it on the desk while keeping one hand on it.

Eyeing him still with his narrowed gaze the fukubuchou conveyed simply with his eyes that his patience was thinning. "Kirhara," he said warningly though the junior ace simply ignored it again. When it was clear that Kirhara was neither going to give the book back or let go of it Sanada grabbed his wrist tightly until the junior ace eventually let go of it with a small hiss of pain.

Now it was Kirhara's turn to glare as he grasped his wrist for a moment which was slightly red for a few moments more. Deciding that he wasn't going to get his distraction this time he headed towards the door with an annoyed growl. Yet he found himself stopped as Sanada grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

Arching a brow up at the fukubuchou he silently demanded a reason for why he had stopped him from leaving. When he got none he attempted to pull back away but Sanada only tightened his grip causing Kirihara to glare again. Before he could do anything else though he felt lips crash against his in a kiss which he readily returned.

Closing his eyes for a moment he focused on kissing the older male their lips pressing against each other in a rough kiss. Pressing himself against the fukubuchou he parted his lips as he felt the others tongue press against them then slip into his mouth. Feeling the others tongue swirl about in his mouth he moved his own to meet the other's rubbing against it.

This was what he had come for; this was the distraction he desired. To fulfill his own needs by someone he knew would do so but for a price. That was their screwed up relationship one that suited them just fine.


Hope that turned out okay though I'm not sure it did. I apologize for any oocness as I'm not the best at portraying Sanada or Kirihara for that matter. Please review if you liked it and I'll be working on the next chapter soon. Expect a darker side to Sanada and Kirhara's relationship