Author's Note: There's a lot of OOC in this fic. I completely forgot to tell people that in the first chapter, because I'm silly like that. The chapters are going to be short as well. That's just because this was originally a one-shot… but it became a bit long, so I just split up the one-shot into chapter-like thingies. Most of them will be very short, only about a page and a half, but I'll upload them quickly in order to make up for that fact. Thanks to those who have reviews so far. Enjoy Chapter Two.


Oishi lay on his bed. He had skipped school and tennis practice today. His thoughts were muddled and they were all thanks to his doubles partner of six years. The scene from the day before kept replaying over and over in his head. It was like he was listening to a song on repeat, but he wasn't sure he liked this song.

"Hey, Oishi, I need to talk to you, nya!"

"Sure, Eiji."

"Um… someplace more private?"

Nod. "All right."

Step. Step. Step. Look. No one's around.

"Ne, Oishi, we've known each other for a long time."

Nod.

"We've been good friends, neh? Best friends?"

Nod.

Eiji stopped his fidgeting. Quickly he grabbed the sides of Oishi's face. Oishi's eyes widened in confuse. "I… I…" the redhead hesitated for a moment, doubt taking over. He shook his head and with eyes filled with determination, he continued, "I really like you, Oishi." Then, as if to drive his point home, he pressed his lips against Oishi's. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds. Eiji pulled back, staring pleadingly at Oishi. Oishi just stared back blankly, almost as if he were in shock.

Eiji was about to say something when Oishi's hand came at him, knocking him to the ground. A startled expression settled across Oishi's features. He was sure that Eiji would get up and yell at him or something that was Eiji-like. Maybe childishly not talk to him for a few days or challenge him to a tennis match.

What he didn't expect was for his doubles partner to stand up and bow. What he didn't expect was for Eiji to mumble, "I understand. Please forget this happened, then." What he didn't expect was for Eiji to take off running.

But that's what happened.

Oishi was startled out of his reverie by his cellphone. With a grunt of effort, he reached over onto the floor to pick it up.

"Hello?" he asked as he answered his phone.

"Oishi," the voice on the other end greeted.

"Ah, Fuji, what's up?"

Fuji paused for a second. "Do you know where Eiji-kun is?" he finally asked.

Oishi sat up in his bed. "Why?" He could feel the panic set in that always went along with Eiji's reckless behavior.

"Eiji hasn't been to school and he hasn't been home either."

Oishi tried to put those thoughts in order. After a moment, what Fuji said finally hit him. "Where could he have gone?" he nearly shrieked into the receiver.

"I don't know," came the blunt reply. "That's why I called you. You know Eiji better than anyone else."

"No I don't," Oishi answered bitterly. "I don't know Eiji better than anyone. In fact, I bet I know him least of all."

A slight pause. "Did Eiji tell you something then?"

Oishi ground his teeth together in annoyance. "What? Did everyone know except for me?" he spat, his brow furrowing into a frown as he had the sudden urge to hit something.

"No Oishi. I think only Tezuka, myself and Momoshiro's animal instincts are the only ones that noticed. Is it because of what he told you that he's gone missing?"

Oishi had no answer for this.

"Well, anyway, I hope you find him soon."

"Wait, you're not going to help?"

"This is your problem, Oishi," Fuji bit out coldly. "You have to fix it."

"What about wh-" Oishi began but Fuji cut him off.

"If Eiji is hurt because of something that is a direct result of your conversation, then I will never forgive you."

With that said, Fuji hung up the phone. Oishi stared down at the dead line for a moment before shoving the cellphone in the pocket of his pants. He bolted down the stairs, nearly tripping once and grabbed his jacket out of the closet. With a determined look on his face, he hurriedly pulled on his shoes and went out to look for Eiji. His phone was clenched tightly in his hand as he called everyone on the tennis team, and more, to see if anyone had seen his best friend.