Disclaimer: Pot doesn't belong to me. Too sad, isn't it?

Rating: K+

Summary: Love can be complicated especially when his family tries to control his life ( part 2)

A/N: English is not my first language; feel free to point out the mistakes I made.

Sorry for the long wait…

Sanada and Kirihara were on the threshold of his home. He opened it and they were greeted by a woman and a girl.

The woman had a frown on her face and the girl was smirking.

"Aka-chan you're so in trouble my dear little brother!"

"Shut up Soraya!"

"Akaya don't talk like that to your sister. You are late. I hope you have a good reason."

Kirihara's mother was really angry. Sanada saw his team mate tremble with fear. He decided that he had to help him. He was late because of him so helping him was the least he could do.

"Kirihara-san I am really sorry to interrupt you. I am Sanada Genichirou Kirihara's vice captain. He is late because of me. I made him do some extra training."

"Don't worry Sanada-san. I won't punish him for that. But next time make sure that he phones me."

"Of course. Before taking my leave I have another thing to tell you. I lost my temper during the practice session and I slapped your son. Please forgive me for this shameful action."

"You slapped my son? You dared!! GO OUT OF MY HOUSE AND DON'T GET NEAR TO MY SON EVER AGAIN!!!!"

Sanada bowed and left. Kirihara wanted to walk with him till the garden's gate but his mother prevented him from doing so. She grabbed him by his shoulder and closed the door as soon as Sanada turned his back on them.

Once the door closed, she faced her son, worry painted on her face.

"Is it true Akaya? Were you slapped by him?"

"Yes Mum."

"So I assume that all the bruises you got were linked to him."

"Yes but please don't call the principal. I don't want him to be in trouble because of some stupid little bruises."

"A split lip isn't exactly what I would call a stupid little bruise. A stupid little bruise is when you bump your shoulder on the doorframe not when some one punches you in the face."

"But I deserved it. And fukubuchou…."

"Stop it! Beating you up isn't a solution. I can't accept it."

"Please let it be."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because he does what seems to be right for your team. Our teachers would have expelled him if they had thought he was dangerous for us. And without him we won't be able to reach the Nationals. So please don't phone the principal."

Kirihara-san couldn't resist the puppy-eyed look her son gave her.

"Ok I'll forget about it. For the moment."

"Thanks Mum!!"

"Don't thank me. You'll walk home with your sister. She will make sure this boy won't treat you ill again."

" Everything but that. She will try to rule my life."

Kirihara Soraya was grinning and patted her little brother on his shoulder.

"Yeah Shrimp, I'll be waiting for you after tennis practice. Don't stay too long in the clubhouse or I'll have to come in."

Kirihara removed her hand and ran up to his room. He threw his schoolbag on the floor and slammed the door shut. He took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and dialed a number.

"Moshi moshi"

"Sanada-fukubuchou, I'm really sorry for my mother's behavior. I want to apologize."

"No need I deserved it."

"I will have to walk home with my sister. She may even watch us practice."

"I don't think so. Kendo practice starts at the same time as ours and it ends a little bit after ours. Is it all you wanted to say Akaya?"

"Yes…. Oh by the way I really enjoyed what happened in the clubhouse. See you tomorrow."

"Me too."

Sanada hung up. He was sitting on the floor in his room, polishing his favorite katana. Kirihara's phone call surprised him. He knew the boy was a little trouble maker but he didn't expect him to defy his mother and call him after she kicked him out of their house.

He was thinking about the glare Kirihara's sister gave him. He knew her pretty well. Kirihara Soraya, head of the girl kendo team, was really strong. She wouldn't hesitate to slice him from head to toe if he happened to hurt her brother in front of her.

Sanada stood up, took his katana and headed toward the dojo. His grandfather was already ther putting straw dummies in the middle of the room. He looked at his grandson and nodded before leaving the room.

Sanada was now alone. He unsheathed his katana and began his katas before slashing the dummies.

The floor was covered by straw but Sanada's frustration didn't vanish. The kiss he shared with his teammate was still haunting him. He could still feel his lips on his, the soft aspect of his skin and his arousal rubbing against the other boy's hips.

Yes as much as he wanted to deny it he had enjoyed it and wanted to do it again.

A cold shower was the solution to quench his torturing needs. He welcomed it with a sigh of relief. He had never expected his body to react that way when thinking about Kirihara.

True he had had fantasies involving Kirihara and him in the clubhouse or in the family dojo doing some illicit things that a boy coming from a traditional family like his shouldn't be dreaming of doing, especially with another boy, before his wedding night. But he never thought that said fantasies may come true one day.

Kirihara was in his room doing his math assignment; but instead of solving his equations he was doodling chibi-sanada in his notebook.

Focusing on his homework when his brain was full of hot images wasn't obvious.

Kirihara knew his mother wasn't joking. She would call the principal if something like that was to happen again. But his sister was the one he feared the most. He saw the look she gave Sanada. He knew it pretty well. It was the same look she gave to the kids who illtreated him when he was a little kid before beating the crap out of them. She was just one year older than her brother but she was as strong as Sanada. She might even be stronger than him. She even defeated the captain of the High School girl kendo club. Thinking of that made him shudder. He fell asleep with these thoughts haunting his mind.

The next morning was a brand new day. Kirihara went to school with his sister. She even walked him to his classroom which earned him some sniggers from his fellow classmates.

Sanada went through his classes thinking about a way to discipline his kohai without calling the wrath of his sister upon him. He thought about making him run laps but then he changed his mind. It would be too tiring and he may be accused of having molested him.

On Kirihara's side things weren't different. He was also bothered by his sister who ate lunch with him. She kept throwing deadly glares to Sanada who decided to eat alone far away from them and from his team.

Tennis practice was dead. Everybody tried to avoid hurting Kirihara. Why? Because they all knew about the slap and the consequences it had.

Several weeks went that way. They all hoped that Kirihara's sister would stop coming out of her kendo practice to spy on them. Well it happened, at last. All the regulars gulped back relief when this glorious day arrived.

At first they didn't believe it. But with time they began to enjoy their practice again. Laps were ordered again and Sanada was back to his old self. Well not at all. Slaps and punches were banned from the court for fear of another incident. Still he didn't try to get close to Kirihara and Kirihara did pretty much the same thing. They weren't sure that the overprotective big sister hadn't sent someone to spy on them.

Because they needed to be in contact they began to phone each other just to hear the other's voice. It has been Sanada's idea and soon Kirihara followed by calling him before going to bed.

They will never admit it but they really enjoyed these phone calls. It was a way to talk about things they didn't want their team to know. During one of these phone calls Kirihara asked his vice captain to meet in the clubhouse before morning practice.

Sanada was the first to arrive. Kirihara followed soon after. They entered the clubroom. Sanada sat down on a bench while Kirihara stood in front of him.

"You wanted to meet me before practice. Why?"

As usual Sanada was straightforward.

"Well I wanted to know how you felt about us. I know we kissed, it felt great and after that nothing. It may be linked to what happened with my parents and…."

"Stop it. Do you think I would have allowed you to me every night on my cell phone if..."

"Well no but…."

"Let me finish. What happened with your family allowed me to think about my feelings. I can't say I love you but you are really precious to me."

Kirihara looked at him with wide-opened eyes. He didn't expect his vice captain to talk that freely about his emotions.

He was speechless. It was also the first time he had heard him talk that much.

"Akaya, what are you feeling?"

Kirihara didn't answer. He just came close, knelt in front of him and put his head on his lap. It expressed better than with words what Kirihara felt.

Sanada was touched by this action. He caressed his black curls while Kirihara was nuzzling his thigh. Then he reached for his friend's face and caressed his cheek before kissing him tenderly on the lips.

Kirihara gladly answered this kiss, allowing his boyfriend to slip his hands under his shirt.

They shared a wonderful moment which was suddenly broken by the clubroom's door being smashed open.

Kirihara Soraya was angry. In a swift movement she pushed her brother aside and grabbed Sanada by the collar of his shirt. She made him stand up. She glared at him.

"I'll chop you into pieces you fcking bastard!!! I knew something was wrong when Akaya left that early. I was right to follow him. You child molester!!!!"

She punched him hard in the face. Sanada didn't retaliate. He had been taught not to hit a woman and he didn't intend to let go of his principles.

"We will settle everything during a kendo match Sanada-san."

Kirihara looked at them with fear in his eyes.

"As you wish Kirihara-san."

As soon as she had heard that she let go of him. She looked a last time at Sanada before dragging her brother out of the room.

A/N: Part 2 is finished. Guess what, you lucky readers, there will be a part 3. I've to write it but I promise the wait won't be that long. I will do my best…