Numbered, Weighed, Divided

Disclaimer: I don't own SD boys, Inoue does. The events that follow are not included in the original plot but enjoy anyway. (Hindi ako ang nagmamayari ng mga tauhan ng SD, si Inoue ang gumawa sa kanila. Ang mga sumusunod na pangyayari ay hindi kasama sa tunay na istorya pero magsaya ka na lang sa pagbabasa '--')

Disclaimer 2; Title's not mine, too.

Summary: Mitsui's philandering is wearing thin. He goes around dating Kanagawa boys one by one on a day to day basis but is still frustrated by the refusal of this cute someone whom he likes above all. For Kitsune-11.

Chapter 1

Monday. 4:30 in the afternoon. Tom's Diner, T Street.

'This is the life,' Mitsui's lips break into an idle grin as he languidly puts an arm around his companion's shoulder. Practice has just ended and there's nothing more refreshing than a warm coffee break on a regular orange sundown. Add to that the company of a cute, multi-talented guy from Shoyo High to whom indifferent heads are automatically turned upon passing by the airy progress of his fleet footed strides. The big time, glance-snatching golden boy who parades with all kinds of idolatrous glorification is no doubt the subject of petty chatter among school girls who just love to watch basketball and, well, boys. Queer ones.

'I say yes. Didn't I tell you this is the best place to relax?' Kenji Fujima leans his tilting head just an inch below the other's chin and rests it against the latter's sloping chest. From under the table, he slowly feels in for Mitsui's fingers, finds them, and holds them firmly against his palm. There they are; coiled up in an inseparable skein like there'll be no tomorrow and perhaps, there won't be for both of them.

'Right. How's school, anyway?' Mitsui asks him in a saccharine flavored all-smiles.

'Nothing new. This and that, I guess.' Fujima answers, slightly looking up to direct his gaze.

'No offers?'

'From Hanagata. I said I was expected to be home early.'

'He wouldn't budge, would he?' Mitsui smiles even more widely, a glint of pride blazes on the facets of his sapphire blue pupils.

'Hisashi, you know how crazy this guy for me is, don't you?'

'I can imagine. Gives me a kick smirking at him. hahaha,' Mitsui laughs at the thought of Hangata's jaundiced reaction. How lucky he is to own Fujima's proximity. He alone does so.

For awhile, both stare blankly outside the window, squinting at an unseen wonder romping beyond the glass. But all there is are the swaying of leaves, the empty quibbling of strangers, the twinkling starlight, the buzzing of the cars' tired engines, the trembling moonlight---all seem to concord with the lofty feelings of desire swelling inside them. Those succulent wells of memories overflowing with their own fantasies are now manifest in the very existence of their joy, their togetherness, their comfort, their untroubled moments, and of Fujima's unstained fidelity. All these he loves but loves them less than Hisashi Mitsui himself. How ironic things are.

'Hisashi?'

'Yes?'

'I love you very much.'

'I love you, too.'

Earlier that day.8:30 in the morning, Shohoku practice gym.

'You free later, Rukawa?' Mitsui asks the freshman. Both are virtually slathered in heavy sweat owing to Akagi's order to cover 20 laps. You could only bet that bleeds them dry, not to mention brings them to prodigious exhaustion and disconcertion.

'No,' Rukawa answers with his jaw in a godawful jut; even in that lanky state, he remains obstinately sturdy and cold. He's in a pretty delicate stage to pounce around a little bit more and not even Hisashi Mitsui's charms can sway him. But what the hell, he's never into Mitsui anyway.

'Tomorrow, then?'

'No.' Rukawa replies in the same refractory dismissive-ness.

'Day after tomorrow?'

'No, no, and no. Not ever.' Rukawa gibes, hitting the other's sore spot.

'What the fuck's with you, anyway? Nose up, huh, full moon's blastin' you again, Mr. Werewolf?' Mitsui scoffs. He can easily dredge up the right words to make Rukawa's day, and how he likes it when he snorts.

'Do'ahou.'

'It's just a fucking date, Rukawa. For Pete's sake, I'm not goin' to rape you,' Mitsui plugs in. It can have resulted in a loud spark but Rukawa straightens up and clops down across the floor to leave Mitsui. The latter sits derelict and dumbfounded by his own revolting audacity. 'Oh well, guess I'll have to try harder next time...' he says to himself, then, a sudden wave of fury sweeps him stiff...'Nobody rejects Hisashi Mitsui. Those who dare remain fucked up all their lives...and soon you will be, Kaede Rukawa.'

TBC