Author's Note
only one week late... hoorays for me...
nxt chap/ story update will be delayed... sorrys... i'm bust
wahhh this is quite a longg chappy hope you enjoy ^0^
btws. OOC here
and
i dont own poT (hehe)
Akutsu's POV
That brat's gonna fucking die today
"Fucking brat you don't know what you just got yourself into" I mumbled under my breath, without a doubt he heard it, the plain deer in head lights look suited the boy's face. I smirked before grabbing the boy's collar and pulling him up to my eye level.
"Akutsu, I never thought you'd swing this way" he teased.
A comical vein popped on my forehead, I wasted no time in slamming the boy against the nearest wall. My grin widened as the boy winced in pain, face contoured in obvious displeasure. I mentally applauded the boy for at least attempting to control his vocal cords. "Che. You are really pathetic" I whispered just as a small whimper left the brat's mouth. I slowly wrapped my fingers around that fragile neck of the boy before giving a harsh squeeze, suddenly earning a gasp of pain. I leaned in slightly, hearing the slightly panting boy. "You fucking messed with me in the wrong fucking mood" I whispered into his ear, smirking as the teen tensed up noticeably.
"Oh really?" he managed to choke out.
"Che."
"Then why don't you do something about it?" I backed up slightly, eyes staring straight into the golden green orbs. The kid even has a weird eye color. "I think instead of using this fucking violence of yours as a cover up, you should fucking man up and beat me. Not physically but in a tennis match"
I stared into those eyes again, surprised, no that would be an understatement. I was shocked, astonished that even in a situation where the outcome is likely to be unfavorable no matter what he says, and yet the brat still managed to come up with some fucking witty retort. "Brat" I murmured in a dangerously low voice.
"Ak-akut-akutsu" he choked. I blinked, not realizing I had unknowingly tightly my grip on the boy's throat. I promptly dropped my hand, leaving the boy clenching his neck, panting slightly. "What the fuck man, you could've killed me" he coughed.
I looked down at my palms, a suddenly wave of guilt washed over me. "Guilt?" I repeated under my breath.
"You better be" he stood up; I assumed he had recovered from the low oxygen consumption. "Fuck" he cursed, caressing his neck. "You didn't have to do that" he continued to rant, whine and complain while I stared at him, blankly. "Hello? Earth to Akutsu, hello?" the boy waved like a maniac in front of my face.
I grabbed one of his wrists immediately, snatching it and keeping it in place. "Stop." I said to the astounded the boy.
"What?" he whispered, surprised, a true emotion aside from sarcasm and cockiness displayed on the boy's face.
I forced the boy's back against the wall, where he previously was. "Fuck, listen to me alright?" he nodded in response. "What I do is none of your fucking business"
"It's my fucking business when you're fucking mad as ass and want to kill me" With that, I tightened my grip on his wrist; he let out a gasp of pain in response. "Fuck, that's my left hand, don't fucking mess with it"
"Then listen" I replied simply. "Let's get something straight here, I fucking hate your guts"
"No shit, Sherlock" he added quickly.
Damn, that fucking mouth of his. I silently thought. "Don't fucking act like a wiseass" I stared into his eyes, obviously trying to intimidate him. As a warning I gave a rather harsh squeeze to this wrist. "Like I said, as much I want to kill you, I can't. I have to fucking thank you." I paused, to stare into the boy's eyes once again. For the third time in our encounter a look of shock covered his visage. "You made me satisfied with tennis. So I'm going to give you a free pass this time, but if I see you again and you use that fucking wiseass mouth of yours I will fucking kill you" I spat out, giving his wrist another squeeze for emphasize before letting it go.
"Fuck man" he whispered as he began to caress his wrist. "And please, Akutsu, both you and I know you're not satisfied with tennis." He said just before me turning around.
"What?" I glared at the midget.
"C'mon, do you really think losing is satisfactory in any way shape or form?"
"…."
"Akutsu, tell me that losing doesn't give you motivation"
"I'm different from you" I replied.
"What? That's just the lamest excuse ever, look at me and seriously tell me that you are actually content with losing"
"…." I could only glare at the boy, what he said was absolute truth. As much as I hate to admit it, satisfaction from losing is not me and I don't understand why I would ever believe such a preposterous thing.
"I thought so" he paused, but never stopped rubbing his wrist. "Man, I think you sprained it or something."
"Oh shut the fuck up and grow some balls will ya?" I retorted, confidence regenerating.
"But it fucking hurts!"
"Oh do you want me to kiss it brat?" I asked sarcastically.
"Yes, I thought you'd never ask!" he replied, with a huge grin on his face and his hand extended.
"Fuck off"
"But you offered" he whined once again.
"Fuck no, you sick pervert"
"Pervert? Me? I think that's more like you trying to fucking rape me back there" he grinned, that annoying aura of arrogance returning.
"Who'd want to rape you?" I spat just as an unpleasant, well no, not really unpleasant but definitely disturbing image of the little midget managed to wiggle its way into my mind. Fuck. I shook my head violently.
"Ehh? Akutsu senpai did you just get a mental image of me?" he teased, getting uncomfortably close to me.
"Fuck off brat" I harshly shoved the boy away. I'm not good with kids. I made a quick mental note of never having children. Ever.
"Anyways, I'm being serious here. Don't fucking quit because you lost." I turned, without a proper verbal response; I simply gave the boy a final glance before beginning to walk away. "It makes you look like a coward" he shouted just after I took a few steps towards my house.
"Well fuck then!" I screamed back, sick and tired of hearing that brat boast about his one sad victory over me.
"Well what Akutsu?" he taunted.
"Fuck it, brat" I promptly marched toward the so called prince of tennis. "Play me" I concluded.
"Gladly" he grinned, grip tightening on his tennis bag. "To the public tennis courts we go"
"Che." I said under my breath, reluctantly following the damn midget. How the fuck did this happen?
Fuck.
I was suppose to kill him, now I'm going to play a match with the brat in tennis
Even though I had quit after my last defeat
Fuck.
Fuck.
I'm really going bipolar.
We arrived at a pair of tennis courts in about five minutes of walking time. "Here, dumbass"
"What did you say?" I barked, before a racket hit me square in the face. My hands immediately went to cover the injury. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR" I screamed, hand frantically trying to locate the racket on the floor.
"That was fore hitting me with those damn rocks!" he retorted.
"What? Seriously? Fucking wuss" I whispered, rubbing my nose slightly.
"Oh so I'm the wuss, last time I checked you were the fucking coward"
"You should watch that fucking mouth of yours" I said, before picking up the once discarded racket.
"Che. Yeah whatever senpai~"
"Let's just get this over with" I sighed silently to myself.
"Ne~ Akutsu" the so called prince of tennis was standing across the net, racket pointed towards me, with that annoying ass grin on his face.
"What do you want brat?" I shouted across the court.
"Why don't we make this more interesting" my eyebrow instinctively raised itself, while my legs moved toward the net.
"How so brat?"
"How about a bet?" he added, standing directly in front of me, head tilted upward to meet my gaze.
"…." I wouldn't say that I was left in a state of shock; however, I did fail to come up with a response. So instead of fiddling with my thoughts, I simply remained silent, inwardly hoping the brat will think of something.
"Loser is the winner's bitch for a week" he said confidently. I looked down at the boy. His signature cap hovering over his eyes, for once I wanted to see the expression in the brat's eyes.
But of course, life is in conspiracy against me at all possible times.
"Then you better be prepared" I whispered quietly before swiftly turning around.
"Which" he said quietly.
"Smooth"
"Your serve" he murmured before throwing the tennis ball toward me. "Che." I promptly caught the ball that undoubtedly would've hit my head. "That was a half hearted attempt ne?" I teased, silently congratulating myself for being a wise ass.
"Ne? are you going to serve anytime soon?" he brat smirked.
I immediately began bouncing the ball against the court floor and then proceeded to serve. Hitting the tennis ball with every ounce of hate that I had, I really wished to would fuck up that brat's wrist.
"Mada mada dane" he said while returning the ball with ease.
"Fucking brat" I cursed, but returned the ball to the corner of the brat's weak spot.
"Fuck" I heard him curse as he made a desperate attempt for the ball.
"15-0" I smirked.
I'll win
"30-0" I announced with pride practically oozing out of my voice. "Game, 1-0" I said after what seemed to be an eternity.
"Don't get too cocky over there Akutsu" the brat said, taking the racket into his right hand.
"Che" I spat, thinking he'd take me for a retard to not be able to return that shitty twist-serve of his. With that, the ball sped towards me, before bouncing and headed for my face. I easily returned the serve and readied myself. Chasing the ball to my right corner, I caught the movements of the brat. "too easy" I thought to myself as I aimed for the right court.
"Mada mada dance" to my surprise, the prince arrived at the ball without too much difficulty.
"Che." I spat for what seemed to be the umpteenth today. "I wouldn't say that if I were you" once again aiming for the corner of the court.
I blinked before the brat ran up the net. "Drive B" he said sliding beneath then rising to hit the ball.
"Shit" I mentally cursed. Wait. My grin widened as I found a way to break that drive B of his. I bent my knees greatly, before taking a leap into the air. I hoped no, I needed to reach. Stretching my racket above my head, the ball met the very tip of the racket; I forcefully pushed the complex down in what seemed to be a smash.
My feet land heavily on the court, my grin widened even further as I caught site of a stunned Ryoma, and a yellow tennis ball not far from his foot. "Mada mada dane" I smirked wildly.
"Che. Not bad, senpai~ but you're still mada mada dane" he countered. "Get ready, 0-15" with his right hand, the twist-serve once again spun toward my face.
"Are you really trying?" I teased, just prior to returning to serve that would be a no-touch ace for any other player.
"Shut up!" he groaned, nonetheless returned the ball with ease.
"Just stating the truth here" I managed to hit the ball just when the brat moved, his body giving away his thoughts. "0-30" I stated.
"Fuck" I heard he say just as he began to serve, the confident grin no longer upon his visage.
Our match continued, no doubt, he was a lot easier to defeat the second time around. Or rather as soon as I figured out that drive B. The brat was done for it. "Game, 5-1" I said, purposely in a boasting tone.
"Shut up Akutsu" he growled.
"Dear, is the prince mad? " I grinned. This was abnormally out of character for me, but hey, I already declared myself bipolar.
"Fuck off" his tone dangerously low.
How uncute I silently thought to myself.
"6-2" I panted, breaths shallow. Our match has lasted more than two hours, for as well I was trained, those two hours were filled with running and not much else. "Brat" I smiled. Genuinely that is. Probably the first time in my life that I did that, "good game" I stretched out my hand, vocal cords itching to make some witty ass boasting comment. But I figured I'd give the brat a break, doubt he likes losing….
The brat just stared, he looked at my hand and that was it. "Oiii, brat" I bent down slightly to try and read his expression. I stared at the immobile boy quizzically. "Earth to brat?" I tried, even waved my hands in front of his eyes. Nothing worked. "Fine then, bitch. I order you to look at me"
"Hai" he replied rather quickly, to my surprise. My brows furrowed slightly in frustration. "A bet is a bet, no matter what kind of a sadist I make it with." He sighed again, tilting his head upward to meet my eyes.
"Sadist?" I arched an eyebrow at the comment.
"Well, I don't have anything better to call you" he said, shrugging his shoulders lightly.
"So? Can I make you do anything?" I asked stressing the last word more than necessary.
"As long as it is not killing myself or anything alone the lines of killing me or killing someone else or someTHING else" he paused as if trying to thinking of more exceptions. "in any case, if I had won I'd do the same to you, so I guess it's only fair"
"Well then" I grinned once again. With a multitude of scenarios running through my head, this is going to be a fun week I thought to myself.
Author's Note
ohh Akutsu chan~
*is a pervert*
hehe
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