Hello the Devils back. MWAA HA HA HA HA HA HA... nah just kiddin' it's me AkiraYama and I'm her to cause chaos and confusion! WEll I do do that already, but that's not what this is about.

Okay the point is here's the Silver Pair fanfic some of you have been anticipating... er at least here's the first chapter.

Oh, I hope the names are right... and I hope you like it and you better review or else no second chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own the god of all yaoi fanfics... Prince of Yaoi- er I mean Prince of Tennis!

Shishido kicked at nothing as he looked at his last science test. He hadn't done so well the last few times, but this time he actually failed. He knew his parents would kill him, but he couldn't help his slipping grades. There was only one thing he was focused on and that was the tennis team.

He looked up and caught sight of a small crowd surrounding a haired boy. Choutarou probably, he thought envious. He always does so well. Shishido thought, somewhat enviously. Choutarou never really studied and yet he always got the highest scores.

Choutarou smiled nervously, simply nodding as he tried to get away from the people surrounding him. He never really liked the attention; he didn't like attention period. He just smiled and nodded at people's compliments until slowly they all disappeared. He sighed in relief and soon caught sight of Shishido.

Choutarou caught up with him. "Hi." He said simply with a happy tone in his voice.

Shishido nodded. "Hey."

"So how'd you do? Lemme guess… you got the same score as last time." Shishido never really told him his scores, only that he passed.

"No, I sorta, flunked." Shishido replied not looking at the younger boy.

"Ryou-sempai, r-remember when I offered to-." Choutarou shyly reminded his sempai.

However Shishido interrupted. "I don't need a tutor. Besides it doesn't matter." Choutarou glanced at Shishido, but didn't push further. He could still remember when he first offered to tutor his sempai, secretly just wanting to be around him more. Of course after offering, Shishido laughed at him, saying it was stupid to get a tutor when it was impossible to find time to study with practices so extreme.

Choutarou had a crush on Shishido, ever since he helped him regain his starters spot. He like how he was driven to something he loved. It inspired him to try harder not only in tennis, but in his studies as well. He would never admit to studying because so many people were already saying he never studied. Of course the truth was he rarely slept, poring over his textbooks sometimes only to be stopped by his alarm telling him to wake up.

"How do you do it?" Shishido asked, breaking Choutarou's thoughts.

"D-do what?" Choutarou asked, indirectly admitting to not paying attention.

"How do you get the highest scores without studying." Shishido repeated, as they stopped walking.

"Oh, well…." Choutarou had been asked this before, but he never really found a reason to answer. However now was different, now his closest friend and crush was asking him. "C-can I admit something? The truth is I actually study every night and I some times forget about sleeping."

"Oh." Shishido was a little surprised by this. Who would've thought he actually needed to study? He was always the smartest and… shyest of any of his friends. When he first met Choutarou he had thought him to be a little too shy, but soon found that it made him… so very cute.

"Y-yeah." Choutarou said, half-smiling trying not to meet Shishido's eyes. "A-and it's because of you I try so hard." He admitted quietly, regretting have said it once the word left his mouth.

"Huh?"

"R-remember when I-I was helping you train so you could be a starter again. How you determinedly took hits from my scud serve? Well that determination inspired me to try harder in tennis and in my studies. Because of you I'm better at both."

Shishido took what his kohai had just told him. He had never been an inspiration before. It stunned him. When he'd been kicked off the team his dad had yelled at him. It wasn't unusual for him to get yelled at. His dad believed he couldn't amount to anything. That's why Shishido kept trying his hardest and his best at tennis because it was the only thing he was good at.

His efforts in tennis, however, didn't stop his abusive dad from bringing him down…

"I-is something wrong, Ryou-sempai?" Choutarou asked quietly at Shishido's change in expression.

"How many time do I have to tell you to call me Ryou-chan? I mean at least Ryou-san or even Shishido." Shishido snapped slightly trying to redirect Choutarou's attention.

Choutarou flinched slightly, not meaning to. He was always sensitive when people made fun of him or yelled or snapped at him. He never really knew why, but he'd always flinch even if it was just someone joking if someone yell or snapped at him. "S-sorry, sorry- I just can't help it, Ryou-se- er, Ryou-san."

"Sorry, didn't mean to snap at you." Shishido said apologetically. However my plan did work. He thought triumphantly.

"W-well, better get to practice." Choutarou said as he began walking down the hall.

Shishido sensed something terrible; like a warning at the thought of going home after practice. He swallowed knowing this feeling as something of a prediction to when his dad was really angry with him. "H-hey, uh, Choutarou!" Shishido called.

"Yes?"

"D-do you think I could stay over tonight?" He asked, a little nervous tone in his voice. "I-I mean, maybe you could help me out with my studies."

Choutarou's eyebrows forwarded as he looked at his nervous sempai. He knew something was troubling –maybe even scaring- him, but he couldn't get Shishido to tell him. He smiled. "Of course, but my parents aren't home. Do you think your folks'll mind?"

"I don't think it'll matter." Shishido lied, knowing his father would be angry with him, but he'd contemplate on returning home later.

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