This is the second part. It's a bit larger. I hope you like it!
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I was slowly moving across the street, my feet dragging like snails. The meeting with Atobe had somehow exhausted me mentally. I felt more tired then I had in a long, long time.
The sun was sinking steadily, drowning the city in beautiful orange golden shades. It was calm on the streets now, the only people walking were rushing home to get a warm meal and a welcome home kiss from their loved ones.
Feeling somewhat envious I crossed the street to Showakinen Park. There were few lampposts lighting my way while I was zigzagging randomly through the blooming sakura trees. I smiled. It was nice to be here for a change. I should have more late evening trips. Sitting down on a nearby bench I reflected on today.
After dinner – or lunch, brunch, whatever! – with Atobe the Rich Asshole gave me a contract to sign. It took me at least half an hour to scan the whole thing trough, it was that long-winded! And trust me, I'm a fast reader. With that done Ore-sama gave me the adress of his house (in a freaking hotel!) and an order to be there at eight in the morning. I bitched at him that I would be there when I wanted - with a smile on my face of course. We had another verbal dispute (no surprise there) that ended with the agreement of eleven in the morning (mental victory dance). We were going to have the first lesson and I was gonna meet his so called friends. I snickered, remebering their horrifying names. Atobe called them Kuni-kun, Gen-chan and Ryo-poo. I had the hardest time keeping my laugh in when he said it, and more importantly, I wondered who the poor suckers were.
I took of as soon as he was at the toilets, conveniently forgetting to say goodbye. I couldn't seem to stop from smiling wider as I imagined the Royal Bitchfit he would surely have.
I was too busy in my head to go home, so I walked for some time. My map of Tokyo and a compass – I was with the boyscouts, so what! - were securely in the pocket of my jacket. Wouln't leave the door without them. I could do it, but I was not going to risk getting lost in a huge hole like this one. My sense of direction was close to zilch and asking someone for help was something my pride – my stupid colossal ego – wouldn't allow.
Sneaking a peak on my map for assistance I discovered Tokyo' s nicest places. I was satisfied. Tokyo wasn't that much of a horrible place if you knew were to go and how to avoid the running bulls called humans.
Standing up from my bench I trotted in snails pace back to the streets. Ten minutes from then I was sitting in a cab, listening to the most revolting music I've ever heard and actually falling asleep with it. I was kind of glad I was spared hearing more of that ear-splitting sound. I doubt I would have survived another minute without throwing the damn radio out of the car. It would go down along with the driver, who was singing with the song so falsely I thought the windows would break.
I was shaken out of my slumber by the same man I wanted to bash the head in and paid him the money – I still regretted that I hadn't stuffed it in his malicious throat to safe everyone from his singing - but one should't dwell on his mistakes. I opened the door of the condo and walked silently to the elavator. Stepping in the lift I had to stop myself forcefully from sagging on the floor like a bag of flour. You had no idea how relieved I was when the doorway opened up with a resounding bing. I almost failed to close the door of my apartment in my fatigue and dropped on the couch instead of my bed. Sleep took me immediately.
Rays of sunlight shone through my window, waking my from my slumber. I slept tremendous, no nightmare or dream to disturbe me. I sat up yawning stretching my muscles to wake up. To my surprise I had fallen asleep on the couch. Snickering on my drowsiness I waggled to the kitchen. I lazily poured milk in my bowl. Apparently I was still half asleep, as the milk proved, since there was more on the floor than on my cereal.
After the half-hearted cleaning I showered and put on some clothes, picking out a few of the most sloppy I had, just to vex Atobe, since he made clear that he didn't approve of my choice of clothes. I grinned beforehand, imagining his expression.
Taking a peak at the clock I noticed it was not even nine – 'Fuck! This early!' – and decided to unpack some of the boxes. If you took a look in my living room you would a kitchen in the left corner, a couch in the right corner and a low Japanese table in the middle with soft cusions functioning as chairs and boxes, boxes and – guess what! – more boxes. From the moment I arrived till then I had almost no time to put everything in place. The initiating of International Photo's had slurped all my time together with the occasional lessons in Japenese. But now – note the wicked glint in my eyes – I had time!
I rubbed my hands together. Unpacking was something I enjoyed very much. It always made me feel as if it was my birthday; there was always something unsuspected in the boxes even though I knew all the stuff. My mom had this tendency to put some extra's in every time we (me, my sister and brother) moved. I, in a juvenile moment, hoped there would be many gifts.
Grabbing the highest container I tear down the cover. Damn, only clothes and shoes. I carelessly threw them on the floor, hastily opening another box. When it was time to go eight boxes were opened with its contents littered all over the place. I pouted indignant. The whole point of unpacking was to set things on the right place and clean up but I only made a rubbish! And I didn't even find the present from my mom.
Sighing I decided to open one more box. It was a box with blaring "fragile" all over. Carefully I broke the tape and peaked inside curiously. There it was, a in Christmas-paper wrapped package. I tore the paper impatiently down and got the present out.
It was a windchime, with beautiful decorated iron pipes. In the middle hang the rope with which I could chime the pipes. At the end of this was a paper with something written on it in my mothers elegant handwriting. I turned the paper to read it.
Everytime the pipes chim, remember.
…Weird…
Well, she probably meant to say something with it (though I have no idea what) so I hang it in front of the window and tried to clean the room a bit.
I growled irritated as I looked under the mess for my clock that was buried somewhere underneath it all. I felt misplaced triumph when I pulled the square plastic thingy out off the mayhem and stared smug at the dials.
A second later I flew out of the appartement, hailing a taxi. As I sat safely but anxiously in the car some minutes later I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with me since everytime (okay, this was only the second time) I had an important appointment (with Atobe) I was late. It probably had something to do with the Rich Bastard. He must have had some kind of influence on my inner mind that made me want to annoy him. Nervous I looked at my more than untidy clothing. He could bear a bit annoyance, but I didn't know if he could stand this much. Atobe would be worst than the Vesuvius, I had no doubt.
As the car stopped I ran out, almost forgetting to pay, and shot to the five star hotel. I ignored the piccolo with his polite greetings and stopped by the counter. To my mortal fear, no one was there, so I rang the bell I good twenty times. The waiter came out with an annoyed expression.
The man was completely immaculate dressed, with a haughty expression that could only be topped by the Almighty Atobe himself. 'What do you need Miss?' He glanced disapprovingly at my appearance.
'I have an appointment with Atobe, could you please tell me where he is?' I kept my smiling façade on, pointedly not hearing the 'Miss' in his sentence.
The man (Souma as was read on his nametag) looked uncovinced. He probably couldn't believe someone like me could even behold the great Atobe. 'What is your name, I will look in the agenda to see if he has date set for today.'
'Fuji Syusuke.' You had to see his confusion when he read my name on the list. I almost laughed out loud but settled for a smug smile. 'Now, pray tell me, where should I go?'
'A piccolo will walk you to him Miss' – 'Mister!' – 'mister Fuji.' With a last long look at me he walked away, nose high in the air.
A piccolo with a handsome face came to me and led me to the elavator. He kept silent but didn't stop sending provocative smirks. Snorting amused I took place lift and turned my back to him. We both were silent, disregarding eachother all the while…
…Or so I thought…
Strong, tanned arms slid over my shoulders, pulling my to a equal strong body. 'Hey baby, wanna have some fun.'
Hiding a smirk I turned, facing him with closed eyes and a sweet smile. 'You know,' I twisted his nipples, ignoring his gasps of pain, '…I'm a guy.' The look of horror combined with pain in a delicious mix clearly stated he didn't.
The rest of the time went on in real silence.
The elavator opened with a ping and I walked out, leaving a very uncomfortable and pained man with a very smug smirk. Just before the door closed I turned and waved. 'Too bad, we could have had fun.'
I felt as I I owned the world when I rang the doorbell.
The feeling completely vanished when the door was yanked open and the livid countenance of Atobe came in view. His eyes opened wide at the sloppy sight of me and he tugged me in the room with a snarl. The poor door slammed close.
Atobe stood towering high before me. 'What on earth' breathe out 'made you think' breathe in 'you can pull that trick' breathe out 'on Ore-sama again!' He now inhaled the air faster than a vacuum cleaner.
I was completely freaked out by him, but I didn't let him notice; it would only give him satisfaction to know that I was one of the many people who cowered in fear in front of him. So I replied, stupid enough (Who is the bozo that called me a genius?) 'Trick? What trick?'
This was the moment he totally lost it. 'I am Atobe Keigo-sama! What I want happens. I told you to be on time and to be here by eleven.' 'Technically, you told me to be here by nine.' 'And you still disregard what I say. I am your superior. You should do as I say!' He took some deep breaths to compose himself. I just stood there flabbergasted, smile banned to a different dimension.
After what felt like hours he flipped his hair and said 'And your forbidden to wear that kind of clothes ever again!'
I finally picked my to willful self together and smiled my serene smile again. 'You can't prescribed what I can and can't do.' It was silent for a moment. He was bopping his head up and down vigorously as if to convince me he could and I was shaking my head, telling him to give up. It went on for a while until a thought struck me.
'… You know, you forgot all about the Ore-sama's in your monologue.'
He flushed red again and took a menacing step in my direction. 'Ore-sama did not.' I just sniggered, giving him his way.
I looked around me for the first time, taking in the wealth of this place. The chamber was enormous and painted in a nice beige colour, with a lot of paintings and pictures on the wall. Claret red couches stood on opposite of eachother, a huge crystal chandelier hanging in the middle. Atobe sure liked showing off his richness, was what I thought, as I examined the large mini-bar in the right corner. He watched me perceive all the greatness around me with a smug look on his face that clearly stated You will never be rich enough to buy the cushion I farted on!
I stuck out my tongue and asked, before he could throw another hissy fit: 'You told me there would be others.' Please note that there are no humanoid lifeforms in this room ecxept for myself and the Rich Bastard (though I'm not entirely sure he's human).
He let out a deep sigh, and set down on a million dollar couche. 'Ore-sama let you come here earlier, just to inform you of a few things you must know.'
'Ooh?' I was all ear now. He behaved as if he had a big secret he didn't want anyone to know about. And, you have to know, I love secrets.
He scowled at my more than inquiring tone. 'You know you signed an act of silence? The one that was included in the contract?' I nodded. He looked satisfied by this and continued his story, his eyes shifting uncomfortably. 'Well… you see, the "friends" I talked about, the ones you are to teach, they are not really… friends…' I catched on immediately and smirked.
'Sooo… You have some naughty secret? And there are multiple people? How interesting. I wonder how much money I can get if I told this to the media.' My smirk widened.
Atobe's face grew more red with every word I said. 'You know you can't tell anyone! That's why you've signed the act of silence!'
I just ignored him and went on with my monologue. 'The girls will all be devastated. They'd probably kill your lovers! That would not be good for you,' I sighed dramaticly. 'Or your reputation if it comes out you do multiple.' – insert my insane giggling – 'Yes, that would be very bad.' My smirk had become wicked, creeping the hell out of Atobe. He opened his mouth, still freaked out, to remonstrate. 'Ooh relax dumbass. I'm under a act of silece like you said. If I spill anything you would get everything I own.' He visibly slumped in relief at this.
We sat there for some minutes talking about the weather, when Dinant would come here, and how his latest businessdeal was going. There were of course some disputes (what's new) but I still live, so all is well.
We were just having another of those little fights when the door went open. Two men – What? Men?? – came in in all their stoic glory.
On the right stood a man (well duhhh) with an impassive look on his face. It didn't take away that he was totally handsome… I sound really gay, right..? He was heavily build, with such broad shoulders that I could sit on one. His hair was jet black like his eyes. His features were beautiful straight, not one on-even line in his countenance.
The other man had had an even more impassive look (is that even possible?) and was somewhat slighter build, though still tall and muscled. His hair was unruly and gold-brown and his eyes the same. There were glasses perched on his nose, making him look very sophisticated (I would sooo go for him if I didn't have Dinant). He looked somewhat familiar but I didn't remember where I've seen him before.
To say it short: they were incredibly sexy!
Atobe stood up, a uncharateristically soft look on his face. 'Ah you're finally here. Ore-sama was afraid he wouldn't survive any more with this inferior slob!'
I twitched but still managed to keep the friendly smile on my face. 'Well excuse me Mr. I'm-so-good-that-I-shit-diamonds' A very unfriendly and shocked glare from Atobe and amused expression from the stoics. 'but I'm here earlier because you asked not because I wanted to be in your company!'
'Everybody wants to be with Ore-sama. You should be honored that Ore-sama graces you with his presence.' Atobe rose from his couch to stalk to me when the darkhaired man spoke.
'Keigo, just quit it. You had it coming.' He ignored the insulted look of Atobe and walked towards me. 'I am Sanada Genichirou. Nice to meet you.'
I smiled brilliantly. 'I'm Fuji Syusuke. Likewise.' I nodded to him and the other man that had laid a calming hand on Atobes shoulder.
He nodded back and introduced. 'My name is Tezuka Kunimitsu.'
…Wait, what?
'You're Tezuka? Why the hell didn't I see it sooner. I thought you looked familiar but I didn't remember from what. I'm a fan.' It was all said in one breath. I have been a fan of Tezuka Kunimitsu ever since he tennised for the first time on tv. His playing style was just soo elegant and pretty. I calmed down enough to see the amused expressions on their faces. Even Atobe!
Tezuka let out a tiny smile. 'Nice to meet you too.' I blushed embarrassed.
They sat down both sat down and ordered drinks by the waiter. He came back with the drinks and some books. I curiously snatched them out of his hands and skimmed them through. It were the Dutch workbooks. It was of good quality and easy enough for beginners, I concluded. They were looking now looking at me as if waiting for my approval. I coughed to hide my blushing and said that these would do just fine.
'Where is Ryo actually? Is he still sleeping?' Atobe asked.
Sanada shook his head. 'He is training. His coach wasn't satisfied with his performance Saturday. He should be here any time.'
So the fourth was a man too. I never once thought in my life Atobe could be gay. He execuded more testosterone than a wolve in heat. And the other two here were also none straight? How… strange. I blushed suddenly, the thought of three more than hot men in the same room as me made me fidget. I pushed the urge to shift in my seat and the blush down.
I was so concentrated on fighting down my sudden awareness that I didn't notice the door opening and closing until I found I couldn't see anymore. Someone had put their hands on my eyes! I reacted on instinct. I balled my hands together in fists and let them come down hard on what I hoped was a foot. The yelp that followed confirmed it.
The hands were retracted and I opened my eyes to see who had blinded me for a moment. The culprit was muttering a string curses and hopping on one foot while he held the other I smashed. It would have been funny to see a grown man play hopscotch if I wasn't so freaked out. The others certainly thought it was funny. Sanada couldn't help but grin and Tezuka let out a full-blown smile. Atobe was the worst. He was clutching his stomach in a undignified manner, laughing so hard it almost hurt.
The hopping man jumped on a couch and pulled his foot in his lap rubbing it all the while. 'Shuddup Monkey King. You're hurting my ears!' He growled.
'But, bwahaha, you sould have, giggle giggle, seen your face!' And Atobe had new convulsions of laughter.
The new income man grumpily pulled of his shoe, flinching of pain, and threw it to the so called Monkey Kings head. Atobe immediately stopped laughing and threw threaths back at the now sneering young man, who was still nursing his foot back to life. Sanada and Tezuka just sat there shaking their head exasparated and amused. Apparently this was a daily thing.
Atobe and (I assumed he was) Ryo were now standing in front of eachother, trying to look as threatening as possible. It look terribly funny, as one of them was still rubbing his foot and the other was waving with a shoe. I giggled, unintentionally drawing the attention to me. Both Ryo and Atobe stopped fighting and turned to me as one man.
'Where did you find that girl, Keigo?'
I flushed red again, this time in anger. 'I'm not a girl! I'm a man dammit!'
The arrogant man just examined me, trailing his eyes up and down my slight figure. '…I don't believe you. Prove it!'
I gaped. He wanted me to prove it?! He probably just wanted to see how I looked without the sloppy clothing. Well tough luck pal! I fiddled in my pocket till I found the plastic oblong card and gave it to him. 'Here you go. Enough prove for you?'
He inspected my passport with disinterest. 'Fuji Syusuke ne? I'm Echizen Ryoma.' He grasped my hand in a firm manner and shook it. I was, while he was shaking, looking at him in awe.
Echizen Ryome was a tennisstar like Tezuka and he wiped the courts clean with other tennisplayers with a vigour. He was a more recent addition to tennis and also more publicity horny. He was the banner of almost every sports advertisement and a total – I quote – hunk. I admit he was very handsome, in a overly-confident rougishly sexy way with greenish-black hair and golden eyes. He had a tall frame with lean muscles and perfectly proportient.
Now there were not just three overly handsome men, but four!
I looked around, taking in every face: Atobe and Echizens looked arrogant and confident and Sanada and Tezuka watched me impassive and unmoving.
How the hell was I going to survive this was the big question!