Because Atobe and Sanada are perhaps the funniest, most love/hate relationship I have had the pleasure to see.
But anyway. This will start off in a rather humorous note. I'm hoping it's funny, at any rate. Words cannot begin to describe how nervous I was when I started to write this. This is the first time my fingers ever attempted to type up anything related to Prince of Tennis, so feel free to point out if I went horribly wrong somewhere over here.
Here's hoping you all love Rikkai as much as I do. Or at least reading about them. Cause they are the stars of this chapter. And as for the ending... I'm not even going to pretend to be smart about it. It's pretty obvious what's going on.
Enjoy:)
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One Step Forward
Chapter 1 - Questions Answered
Sanada was directing the fiercest, most heated glare he could muster at the group surrounding him.
In normal circumstances, it would've been enough to scare away Marui and Kirihara, at least. Sanada knew full well which methods worked with which of his former teammates and which did not, and was used to having those said methods working in full effect.
Except, this wasn't a normal circumstance as Yukimura was also part of the group - the leader, in fact - and smiling at him rather serenely, taking on the full force of whatever dirty look he threw their way. He was the shield that Kirihara was currently hiding behind, occasionally peeking up from behind a shoulder to see if the situation was safe or not.
"So," said Marui, deciding to take the lead in the conversation as everyone else seemed to be just looking at Sanada expectantly. He popped a large, purple bubble before resuming to chew. "Who is it?"
Sanada glared.
"We know there's someone there, fukubuchou," Niou smirked, a smirk that looked more dangerous than Kirihara when he went all red-eye on him that one time. "'Cause it's Yanagi's data and that's never wrong."
"Niou-kun, I think we're going about this entirely wrong." Yagyuu reached up and adjusted his glasses so it glinted in the most eerie way possible. If Sanada were anyone else, he would've groaned in frustration.
Even Yagyuu was involved in this madness.
"If Sanada-san wanted to tell us something, he would've come out and told us already." Sanada could feel himself nodding along with those words, suddenly glad that Yagyuu was involved in this.
Someone here other than him needed some common sense.
"Unless, of course, it's something perverse that our dear fukubuchou won't admit to, right, Yagyuu-kun?" Niou's smirk turned even more feral. "Which we all know it is. It would save him more face if he just admitted to it now, instead of us having to... pull it out of him."
...Unless, of course, Yagyuu was just setting up the playing field for Niou to take over.
Sanada could feel a migraine coming on. But he thought he did an impressive job at keeping his face unchanging through the entire conversation, and his arms were still crossed across his chest threateningly.
"'Mura-buchou," Kirihara whispered rather loudly into Yukimura's ear, and Yukimura's smile widened just a little bit more. "I think we're making some progress here with fukubuchou's problem."
"He doesn't have a problem, Akaya," Renji finally spoke up, lifting up his pen from the napkin he was writing on and folding it neatly before putting it in his pocket. "He simply has a secret which shouldn't be kept a secret from those closest to him."
"What makes all of us think that there's even someone who Sanada likes?" Jackal wanted to know, and Sanada thanked whoever was listening that Jackal was so reasonable.
"Well, duh, Yanagi-senpai says so," replied Kirihara.
"The brat leaves no room for argument," Niou agreed, ruffling Kirihara's hair into something even more wild and curly, to which Kirihara pouted in response.
"Unless my data is wrong," Renji said, looking around, as if daring someone to say it wasn't. When no one said anything, he smiled in a satisfied way, and continued, "then Genichirou has been showing the classic signs. Very bluntly too, might I add."
"Ooh," grinned Marui, popping another bubble. "This is gonna be good."
And as Renji opened his mouth to continue, Sanada thought it was high time to intervene to save whatever respect his former teammates had left for him.
"Listen," he started, and amazingly, everyone leaned forward the slightest bit. Except for Yagyuu. Who just stood there. And Yukimura, who was still looking at him with a calm and content look which was just way too suspicious to be real.
"Don't you all have anywhere else to be?" he asked, wondering why he didn't ask this before. Seriously. He understood that all of them were a pretty close knit group, but how they found him while he was grocery shopping for his mother and then managed to drag him to the food court to interrogate about something so random was beyond him.
"Not really, no," was Niou's answer.
"You could be using this time to further improve your backhand," Sanada pointed out. "And Akaya. Don't you have captain duties that you have to be getting at?"
"It's Sunday, fukubuchou."
Sanada adjusted the cap on his head before eying the entire group - especially Yukimura - warily. "Yes. Well. I'm sure we could be doing something much more productive right now. Studying for exams, maybe. Practicing for next year. Not wasting our time loitering in the mall."
They all looked at him for a long moment before turning to look at Renji.
"So, Yanagi-senpai," said Kirahara, breaking the silence and leaning back against his chair, his elbow resting casually on Yukimura's shoulder. "You were saying?"
"Of course." Renji reached in and pulled out the napkin he was writing on.
Sanada stared in disbelief.
"First sign was seen on Monday," started Renji, voice full of confidence, as though he really could see through his closed eyes. "We were playing a practice match at a nearby court. A Vanilla Coke truck goes by at 4:54pm. Genichirou looks at truck. Then he looks at racket. Playing style changes and his chances of winning increased by thirteen percent."
Niou let out a low whistle. "Woah. That's some serious stuff you got there."
"Thank you."
"Wait a minute," Sanada interrupted, giving them both a look that clearly said that they were psychotic. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"I thought it was pretty obvious," said Kirihara.
"Yanagi-san was very clear, Sanada-san," Yagyuu agreed. "Although the proofs aren't solid yet, there's definitely a chance that your behavior at the sight of the Coke truck was a definite hint."
"This is ridiculous," muttered Sanada, shaking his head, wondering why he was still here. And then Jackal came by with a tray full of food, and Sanada had his answer.
"Continuing," said Renji. "On Wednesday. Seiichi, Genichirou and I were walking down the street to help Seiichi buy a gift for his younger sister. On our way past a clothing shop, Genichirou suddenly takes off his cap, looks at it, and frowns."
The gum promptly fell out of Marui's mouth.
Kirihara stopped gazing adoringly at Yukimura to give Sanada a look of disbelief.
Even Yagyuu's icy cool demeanor cracked slightly as he readjusted his glasses.
"What the hell?" Niou gaped, and Sanada thought that someone finally had the same line of thought as him. "Fukubuchou! You dare let this go on for so long without telling us?"
"What are you talking about?" Sanada glared.
"You don't have to play dense, Genichirou," said Renji, patting him companionably on the shoulder. "Your actions speak for themselves."
"You all are insane," Sanada stated firmly, getting up from his chair. Or at least, he attempted to, before he was shoved back down.
"You're not going anywhere, fukubuchou," Niou smirked. "Not until the details of this affair are crystal clear for all of us."
"I'm no longer your fukubuchou," Sanada replied, deciding to ignore everything else Niou said. "Calling me Sanada will do."
"Aww, you'll always be fukubuchou in our hearts!" Kirihara exclaimed, giving Sanada a grin. "It's like how Yukimura-buchou will always be... you know. 'Mura-buchou."
Yukimura flashed a sweet smile in Kirihara's direction, and Sanada, in a moment of insanity, wondered if he would have as much control over the wild-child of their group if he could do that.
He decided it was an experiment not worth conducting. His facial features and pride and reputation and so many other things were at stake here.
"Why aren't you taking part of this nonsense, Yukimura?" Sanada asked, because he was really curious. "It's not like you to waste your time with these things unless you have some kind of incentive."
Yukimura blinked and his smile was serene again, and he just said, "I'm just thinking."
"About what?" Kirihara asked eagerly.
"It's not important."
"Sure it is!"
Yukimura just shook his head amusedly, and turned back to look at Sanada.
Renji cleared his throat awkwardly. "Proof number three. And this one, I'm sure, even Akaya could've pointed out were he there."
Kirihara grinned, not at all deterred by the would-be insult. "Sweet."
"Yesterday. Lunch time. Genichirou chews on rice. Then his cellphone rings." At that, everyone exchanged a meaningful look with each other, and for the first time since this... conversation started, Sanada thought that Renji might actually be on to something. "Genichirou promptly chokes on said rice. Eyes dart to me as he quickly erases the messages and the ID of the caller."
Everyone looked at Sanada with smug smirks. Sanada brought the rim of his cap closer to his face.
"Okay, Sanada, I was trying to be open minded about this situation," Jackal said after a moment of silence. "But you just dug your own grave right there."
Sanada's glare - which had disappeared somewhat - came back with a vengeance. "If you want to believe any of this idiocy-"
"Heat in face just increased by fourteen percent," Renji's low, clear voice somehow managed to drown his out. "My mistake. Twenty-four. Oh, twenty-seven percent now. Really, you must be a bit more consistent for my data to be accurate, Genichirou."
Marui chuckled.
"That's what you get for daring to defy the Data Master's data, fuku- um," Marui stopped as Sanada's gaze focused in on him. "I meant Sanada. San. Sanada-san."
The tension between Sanada and Marui was so thick, even a knife wouldn't have been enough to cut through it. Marui fidgeted uncomfortably and Sanada took out all of his agitation in one extremely intense look.
And then a phone rang.
Sanada turned to glare at Yagyuu, but seeing as it was Yagyuu, it had little to no effect as he coolly talked on the phone without even looking at Sanada.
"I'm sorry, everyone," Yagyuu apologized as he snapped his cell phone shut and pocketed it. "But I have to go home and look after my little sister. If you'll excuse me."
"Oi, wait up." Niou got up from the chair hastily, almost knocking it over in the process. "I'll come with. I've been missing hanging out with the little brat."
"Don't call her that, Niou-kun," Yagyuu said firmly, even though there was something of a smile on his face. Sanada never did understand the dynamics that made his Doubles One players so good. They just... were. "She really enjoys having you around."
"Heh. I know. I guess I can finally finish explaining to her the finer points of poker."
"Don't think I'll just sit around and watch while you corrupt yet another innocent being, Niou-kun. My young and impressionable sister at that..."
Two down, Sanada thought, relief pouring into him. And... five more to go.
"Isn't it time for Akaya to be heading home as well?" Sanada asked, trying to hurry this along. He cursed internally when he realized it sounded a bit too casual - since it was him who was speaking, after all, and Sanada just didn't do casual. "I remember he has a strict curfew for the rest of the month."
"You're right," sighed Jackal as he started to get up and yanked on Kirihara's collar. "Let's get going, Akaya. I told your mother that I'd be bringing you home."
"What? Aww," Kirihara pouted. Sanada wondered why everyone insisted on babying him. Kirihara would never be ready for the real world if Sanada was the only person who was strict with him. "Do we have to?"
"Yeah."
"Aww."
"...Akaya, if that look hasn't worked on me for the last seven months, what could possibly make you think that it's going to start working now?"
"Cause 'Mura-buchou says I'm getting better," grinned Kirihara. "Even though I still have to practice a bit more."
Jackal sighed and shook his head as he forcefully grabbed Kirihara's arm and started dragging him away. "Yukimura, you must stop giving Akaya these wild ideas."
Yukimura laughed. "Ah, maybe someday I will."
"Bye guys!" Marui waved enthusiastically. But by the time he turned to look back at Sanada, he froze. He then shifted his gaze to look Yukimura - who was smiling sweetly - and then to Renji - who typing something in his cell phone with his eyes closed - and then back to Sanada.
He gave an uneasy smile.
"Um." He quickly got up from his chair. "I just remembered I need... to buy cake. My mom has a sweet tooth too, you know. So does my dad, actually. So I think it may be hereditary, my love of all things-"
"Marui," Sanada sighed. "Just go."
Marui gave a two fingered salute. "Aye, fukubuchou!"
And he sprinted away to try and catch up to Jackal and Kirihara, leaving a trail of flying dust in his path. Which, of course, was completely irrational, since Marui was running on tiles.
"Ah, it's just the three of us now," said Renji, leaning back against his chair.
"Mm hmm," nodded Yukimura. "It's been a while."
"How're you guys doing for music theory?" Renji asked, and it was just so obvious that all of this was leading to something that it made Sanada want to sigh. "I found it fascinating, personally."
"I hate that horrid subject," said Sanada, taking a sip of the soda that Jackal brought earlier. "It's the only course where my mark is below an eighty-five."
"It is quite useless," agreed Renji. "But nonetheless interesting. What do you think, Seiichi?"
Yukimura smiled. "I think that it's Hyoutei's Atobe."
Sanada promptly choked on his sugary drink, and Renji absently patted him on the back.
"You figured that one out quite fast, Seiichi," smiled Renji. "I tried to keep my clues deliberately vague, but it seems people like Yagyuu-kun already started to see the connection to the person. But how are so sure?"
"Well, it was really the Vanilla Coke hint that sealed the deal," explained Yukimura. "I was there for the boutique one and the lunch time one. Although, to be fair, Sanada, you were being extremely careless with your phone."
"What?" Sanada finally managed to say.
"The tune for the call, Genichirou," pointed out Renji. "It's Hyoutei's theme song, so to speak. Although it's been a while since I've heard it, it's not something I'd forget."
"But I didn't put any special - oh, no." If Sanada were the type to do so, he would've slapped himself. "He must've gotten a hold of my cell that one time..."
"Oh, well, let's not worry about that anymore," Yukimura said, waving off Sanada's concerns. "This is exciting. It's the first time any one of us have been in anything close to a relationship."
"It's not a relationship," Sanada couldn't help but point out. "It's not anything. I can't stand him. I can't stand the thought of him. Why would you guys think that there's anything there?"
"Other than all the things that I read out earlier," Renji said logically. "You still never flat out stated you don't... well, to be frank, that you don't have a crush on him."
Sanada could feel the heat seeping up his face. "Fine, I don't-"
"Oh, it doesn't count now, Sanada," Yukimura said. "Renji already pointed it out to you."
"I'm actually quite surprised that it's Genichirou out of the three of us that's going in to the world of dating first," Renji commented rather offhandedly, and Sanada decided that he wasn't insulted by the comment. "I was sure that it would be Seiichi."
"You know what," said Sanada. "You're right."
"Back to Sanada," said Yukimura, looking not at all embarrassed at the topic of conversation. "We have to help him overcome his resignations and pursue Atobe."
"It won't be easy," said Renji seriously. "I mean, it's Atobe."
Sanada decided to put an end to this nonsense right then and there. "This is insane. I'm going home."
"Sanada," Yukimura said gently, as though Sanada had no right to be acting the way he was, but Yukimura was going to be patient anyway. At least, that was what it would've been if it was Sanada. Yukimura was too nice to be condescending. "Can you honestly say that you don't like Atobe in a romantic sense?"
"Yes," replied Sanada at once.
"Do you like him at all?" asked Renji. "And don't you dare say no, Genichirou. If that was the answer, then what were you doing with him the other day?"
"He's a good tennis player," Sanada replied stubbornly. "We ran into each other on the street."
"So he's not your friend?" frowned Yukimura, looking rather disappointed at him.
Sanada looked away because it made him feel guilty. But he had to tell the truth. "Hell no."
"You're not physically attracted to him in any level?" asked Renji, and Sanada had the feeling that were Renji's eyes open for once, they would've been drilling holes into him.
"Why am I being interrogated like this?"
"Because, Sanada, deep down you want us to help you," smiled Yukimura. "Otherwise you would've left by now."
"I've been trying to do that for the last little while now, in case I wasn't being clear enough-"
"At any rate, it's completely natural for you to be attracted to him, Genichirou," Renji cut in. "According my data - which I cross referenced with Sadaharu - ninety-four percent of all females that come across him are immediately drawn to his looks as are thirty-two percent of males, no matter where their preferences lie."
Sanada forgot to be righteously angry for a moment. "What, really?"
Renji nodded in confirmation.
"You've got a lot of competition ahead of you, Sanada, but that's okay. None of them have Renji and I to support them in the way we will support you." Yukimura said it in such a consoling and sweet manner that Sanada could not find it in his heart to be indignant.
There was a moment of silence in which Yukimura and Renji looked at him expectantly and Sanada tried not to fidget.
"So, um." Sanada thought it was high time that he stopped acting like he had no idea what the other two were talking about. He dipped his hat lower in some vain hope that it could save him some embarrassment. "What's the course of action?"
Thankfully, Renji and Yukimura seemed to understand his predicament here and did nothing to further mortify him. Because truly, words couldn't begin to describe the humiliation he would be facing had Kirihara been there.
Or worse yet, Atobe himself.
Or... Sanada shuddered slightly. Niou.
But no, all the other two did was smile at each other, and then Renji said, "Let us discuss that tomorrow. There is a reason the rest of them left by now. November weather really is quite cool."
"And you were supposed to be home with the celery almost an hour ago," Yukimura pointed out. "I know you gave her a call, but still. You should get going."
"Ah, alright, then." Sanada got up from his chair and shrugged on his jacket. "I'll see you both at school tomorrow, then. Maybe we can drop by to see how Akaya is doing in the club?"
"That'll be fine," said Renji. "I've been wanting to do that for the last little while, anyway."
"Saa, the bus stop is close to here, right?" Yukimura asked. "I could walk, but I don't want to risk catching something. I seem to be especially prone to colds lately..."
"Don't worry, Seiichi, the stop's less than zero point three kilometers away from the South Entrance..."
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Niou and Yagyuu glanced at each other from behind a fake potted palm tree placed outside a department store that happened to be right by the food court.
"Niou-kun..." Yagyuu's glasses glinted dangerously, and Niou found himself liking that look. "...I think we should go and get your wallet now."
"It was rather careless of me to have left it behind, wasn't it?" But neither moved from their spot.
Yagyuu sighed.
"I know what you're thinking, Niou-kun," he said evenly, looking at Niou straight in the eye.
Niou grinned. "Yeah? Then it's perfect. I mean, I could've done a pretty good job by myself, but it'll twice as dramatic with your participation. Not to mention all those useful yakuza connections you seem to have..."
"We'll be running laps till we graduate from university."
"Oh, whatever. Yukimura will find our role in this amusing. And Sanada's no longer our fukubuchou. He doesn't have control over our souls anymore." Niou paused. "I hope."
"You realize that, should we do this, it needs to be executed as early as possible, do you not?"
"Do you think we can do it by tomorrow?" Niou asked, already starting to plan the necessary calls and equipment.
Yagyuu wondered when all of his free will had been surrendered into Niou's hands. He really needed to find his backbone again. But... he would be lying if he said he wasn't interested to see how all of this would turn out.
He frowned in thought. "If we work fast enough, we should be prepared by tomorrow. Apparently the three of them will be dropping in on Kirihara-kun's practice after school."
Niou smirked. "Sweet. This keeps on getting better and better."
"Agreed. Now, Niou-kun, I really do think we should be getting your wallet. A suspicious looking character just picked it up."
"Mm hmm." Niou grinned lazily as he shifted a bit closer to Yagyuu, who, to Niou's amusement, did not move away. "I think I like it here, Yagyuu-kun. It's so comfortable, don't you think?"
Yagyuu's lips twitched a bit as he pointed somewhere. "The suspicious looking character is walking away with your wallet, Niou-kun."
"Hmm?" Niou absently looked at the direction of Yagyuu's finger before his eyes widened. "Oh, shit."
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The next day was going exceptionally well, as far as Sanada was concerned. The surprise test that he had gotten on History class on Saturday was returned to him, and he saw with no small amount of satisfaction that he scored a ninety-three. At lunch he discovered his mother had packed him his favorites in his bento, and him and Renji got to be partners for their current Chemistry lab.
And if that wasn't great enough, Yukimura had just gotten news that his recovery from the relapse a few weeks ago was going well, and things should be settling down for now.
So Sanada was happy.
Which really, should have been enough of a reason for him to be very, very afraid that something completely and utterly and just plain horrible was about to happen to him. Because things never stayed as perfect as everything was right now for people like him.
"Mm, Akaya seems to have their complete respect," Yukimura noted fondly, watching his successor give commands and the members of the tennis team following them immediately.
"Or their fear," Sanada pointed out.
"Or that," agreed Renji. "This is a bit nostalgic, I think. We've only been gone from the team for the last couple of months and I'm already missing it."
"It's alright, Renji." Yukimura placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We'll be the dream team again next year. Or the year after. But we will be back. I can swear that on my tennis career."
Renji smiled. "Still. Akaya's doing great, as far as I can see. But as Seiichi is his goal, it's no wonder he still has a long way to go."
Sanada gave a soft snort. "He's a hundred years to early to beat Yukimura in tennis. Never mind charisma."
"Seiichi's not the only one with an awe inspiring presence, hmm, Genichirou?" Renji said offhandedly, as though that sentence wasn't completely planned out.
Yukimura laughed. "I think that was a bit too cruel, Renji."
"What was a bit too cruel?"
Sanada would've groaned. He would've. Marui Bunta had the worst timing known to mankind. If Sanada still had the power to, he would've assigned him ten laps just for having that kind of luck.
"Nothing, Marui-kun," Renji replied smoothly. "We were just commenting on Akaya's progress as team captain."
"This brings back memories, huh?" Jackal's dark fingers clasped the fence as he watched a group of members run laps around the court. "It'll be a while before we're together again."
"Renji was just saying that," said Yukimura. He shivered a little bit and pulled his jacket closer. "I have absolutely no idea how they're still practicing out there! I'm freezing."
"It's because we're staying still," said Marui, shifting a bit on his feet. "I think we'll be completely out of shape by the time tennis season starts again next year. That seriously sucks."
"Uh huh."
"Anyway, Genichirou, Seiichi and I were heading over to the coffee place by the theater," Renji said. "Would you two like to join us?"
Sanada threw Renji a look.
Which went ignored.
"Ah, thanks for the offer, but that's alright," Jackal politely refused. "We're going to have to cram for the algebra test we have tomorrow. It's worth up to ten percent of our midterms."
Yukimura looked sympathetic. "Oh, alright then. We'll see you tomorrow."
As Marui's bright head bobbed away beside Jackal's dark one, Sanada muttered, "Thank God."
Yukimura frowned. "Sanada, what a horrible thing to say."
"Why are you two acting as though I don't act like this all the time?"
"Well, we figured you might want to clean up your act a little bit if you wanted to get Atobe's attention," said Renji, as they started to walk. "Because, let's face it, Genichirou, you can be a bit tactless at times."
Sanada glared. "So?"
"So," Yukimura started to say, "that is a really negative trait-"
Except, Yukimura was cut off as a someone behind them said, "Sanada."
Sanada froze.
Renji froze.
Yukimura turned around and smiled. "Ah, Atobe-kun. How can we help you?"
And to Sanada's utmost mortification, there stood Atobe, fresh in his Hyoutei Gakuen uniform and a light jacket, looking, for whatever reason, exceptionally pleased with himself as he stared mightily at the three demons of Rikkai Dai.
Sanada only hoped that Atobe heard none of the last minute of conversation he was having with Yukimura and Renji. He didn't think he could go out in public ever again if that were to be true.
Beside Atobe, Kirihara was standing there looking rather sheepish. "Eh, Atobe-san here came a few minutes ago and wanted to see fukubuchou. I pointed him out to you, but he insisted that I um..."
"Take advantage of the fact that Ore-sama wants him in my presence and bask in Ore-sama's glory," Atobe finished, absently - or maybe not absently, seeing who it was - brushing a hand through his hair. "Ore-sama wanted the boy as a guide."
Kirihara shrugged, as if to say, Hell if I know.
Yukimura smiled. "I see."
"Is Sanada not pleased to see Ore-sama?" Atobe asked, arching his eyebrow as a smirk spread across his lips. "Afraid to be beaten by my magnificent skills in the tennis court?"
Sanada finally seemed to have found his voice. "You came all the way to Rikkai to challenge me to a tennis match?"
"Of course not. Ore-sama will take the pleasure in annihilating you this Wednesday. Unless, of course, you would like to back out of our match?" Atobe was smirking like there was no tomorrow.
"As if."
Sanada decided he didn't care that his face felt uncomfortable hot every time his eyes fell on Atobe. The personality that came with him was a complete and total turn-off.
"Excellent. Ore-sama would've been most displeased if I had been denied the chance to face you."
How such an arrogant and egotistical and plain snobby statement made Sanada's face flush, he could not tell. He was just thankful that he had dark skin. And that Atobe wasn't doing his 'Insight Pose' right then.
"What business do you have with Genichirou, Atobe-san?" Renji asked politely, but Sanada could feel the curiosity rolling off of him in waves.
Atobe gave Renji a look that clearly said, You are far too beneath Ore-sama to be acknowledged.
Sanada bristled.
Forget whatever feelings of attraction ninety-four percent of females and thirty-two percent of males had towards Atobe. No one looked at his best friend like that. Atobe had a right hook with his name written on it.
"...rather Sanada and I discuss what we have to in private," Atobe was saying in response to Renji.
"You can say whatever you want to say to me in front of Yukimura and Renji," Sanada said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at Atobe. "Akaya too, I guess."
Atobe raised his eyebrows once more and smirked, driving his hand through his hair.
Sanada took this opportunity to discreetly stare, because Atobe's eyes were closed, and damn, the whole, Ore-sama no bigi ni yoina, look that Atobe was currently sporting was an extremely sexy one to look at.
Yukimura gently coughed behind him.
"Well, Sanada, if you're sure that you can live with sharing Ore-sama's amazing presence with three others - all equally deserving, of course."
Sanada rolled his eyes. "Just get on with it."
Atobe shrugged. "Alright."
And to Sanada's utmost shock - amongst other things - Atobe pushed him against the wall of the building, and proceeded to press his lips against Sanada's own. And in Sanada's state of shock - amongst other things - he didn't even think of stopping him.
...Maybe he could learn to deal with the egotistic personality.
