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Awkward Thoughts

The cool autumn air whipped through the rooftop. With it, carrying the pink and white sakura petals. It was completly deserted, and entirely peaceful. The setting sun highlighted the end of the day. A breeze ghosted over the sleeping figures, sending shivers through the two males.

Fuji's head rested snuggly atop a firm chest as his left arm scrunched up, to grasp Ryoma's shirt, as his dream made him seek warmth.

Ryoma's unconscious mental link opened in a one way transmission, allowing him to hear the thought's of all those around him. He listened as the regulars continued to practice just below them in the tennis courts.

Momo ran with Eiji on his heels. He was cackling with excitement as he turned to face his friend.

"Ready?" He said as his purple eyes lit up in excitement. He held his hands out from him, palms out, wrist over wrist, facing Eiji.

Eiji's legs were spread apart as if bracing himself for impact and his hands held high above his head, like he held the weight of the world.

"Ha, I win." Momo yelled as Eiji's face fell comically.

"Nya, no way Momo-chan, spirit bomb beats the Ka-me-ha-me-ha wave anyday." He said with a pout as he crossed his arms over his chest. Momo roared with laughter.

"It would normally, but the spirit bomb takes hours to make." He said positively cackling as Eiji fell anime style.(a/n-It wasn't as funny as I wanted it to be*author pout*)

The constant tapping of the tennis balls, confounded him. His usually apathetic face, wore an expression of confusion. Untill he realized the tennis balls weren't in real life. His mind lay seige to the dreams of the chestnut head above him.

Flash back/ Dream-

"Yadda!" Chibi Ryoma turned his head away with an indignant scowl. As the 'angel' across from him chuckled with a slight edge of steel in his voice. He straightened as he heard that, wary of what he knew would come. But his pride just had to be there, he just had to look away and egg the known sadist on. He grasped the racket and placed it roughly over his right shoulder.

"Saa, Ryo-chan are you sure you want to continue." Fuji's voice dripped in anger. In contrast, as his tongue caressed his name as it was spoken, something that was not lost on the very annoyed Ryoma. Rather than respond with the appropriate level of fear, and reschedule the game to a time when it wasn't raining. Well, he just had to stroke his ego, his pride would not be cut down by him. His face morphed as he began to taunt Fuji.

"Che. Why are you scared?" He glanced a look across the court, as rain pelted the two, with a very noticeable smirk on his lips. His emerald hair clung to the nape of his neck, as Fuji stood beside the net with his eyes closed and his ever-lasting smile present. Ryoma turned away from him and walked back to the baseline. He reached into his pocket for a ball to find none there. His face getting redder and redder with anger as he heard the slosh of footsteps approaching him quickly. He wanted to play, not talk, but it just had to be raining.

Everytime they play against each other a storm always seems to start. He silently wondered if his grandfather had any role in this continuos weather change. It was honestly getting ridiculous, as if they couldn't verse each other without heavens input. He blushed as he remembered Fuji's words last week when the same thing happened. 'Maybe were not meant to be opposite each other like this Ryoma, have you ever considered being my partner...doubles?' His smile seemed to be a taunt as it never left his face, and it angered him that he had never seen his eyes.

It confounded him, how the sadist had never bumped into anything was beyond him. His mind just couldn't understand his ability to not only walk in a straight line, but he wondered how his gaze(if it could be called that) sent chills down his spine. His eyes, though never seen, he felt as if sometimes, they never left his form. He felt utterly stalked by him, and yet he couldn't summon forth the adequete amount of fear in response. Of course it didn't help matters when he steps into his mind. His thought's seemed intent on leaving him scarred for life. Ryoma didn't need the thought's of what he would do to him.

Sometimes his thought's made Ryoma almost shamefully happy(innuendo, in case you didn't catch that). One particular thought, he would swear, kept his face red for a month, and all Fuji would do was hum, and respond, 'You shouldn't read my thoughts Ryo-chan.' with a cheery face. Everytime he would chuckle(in Ryoma's opinion, quite maniacally), with a halo above his head (literally).

Fuji wrapped his right arm around Ryoma's waist pulling their bodies tightly to one another. Ryoma choked on a gasp as Fuji placed his mouth, directly over his sensitive, red ears.

"Ryo-chan, I'd rather play with you than against you." Ryoma tried to catch his breath but it seemed luck wasn't on his side as he stopped breathing all together. Fuji grabbed his chin and turned his face roughly to meet his, and their eyes met for the first time. His azure orbs captivated the poor Ryoma's mind. Every thought scattered within the liquid pools of blue.

A light blush dusted Ryoma's cheeks as he tried to turn out of the embrace, only to find his struggles were futile against Fuji's muscular form. His muscles contracted as he held him more firmly.

"Besides, it's raining, I wouldn't want you to get sick." He said with mirth in his eyes as he blew lightly into the boys ear, chuckling at his innocent, wide-eyed expression.

End flashback/dream

Fuji shifted in his sleep, and Ryoma's eyes shot open. He glanced at the figure above him and nearly scowled, at his vulnerability. If anyone had seen him, on the rooftop, with a male (a sadistic one to be exact) sleeping atop him. He remembered his dream and scowled at what he knew they would think..

'I am not the donut hole to his banana!' He shuddered as the thought rampaged through his mind. Forcing his brain to mentally recoil in fear, and slight eagerness. He tapped Fuji's head as he continued reading the minds around him. Wary of the approach of others. Fuji blinked his eyes, and liked the position he was in. Ryoma smirked as he listened to his mind. It was interesting to say the least.

'Damn he's sexy.'

'I wonder if he's still listening to my thoughts?' his smile brightened considerably as he thought that.

'I think it would be safe to assume he is...so if my thought's are being heard I would know if I thin-'

"Would you mind getting off me Fuji." Ryoma said, interrupting his line of thought, forcing a chuckle to escape Fuji's lips.

'Omoshiro.'(1) He thought as he nearly hummed at Ryoma's impeccable timing.

Fuji closed his eyes and stood draping Ryoma's jacket over his arm, offering his hand to help him get up. Ryoma used his hand and hoisted himself up, already having a good idea of what he was thinking, having heard it many times already.

'He never changes. That's exactly what he thought, when he first found out I could read minds.' He shuddered at the thought of the two, in a bed, san's clothing, both panting rather harshly, with Ryoma screaming Fuji's name.

'Damn Fuji, he's still thinking that.' He knew he wanted a reaction, and it wasn't going to come from Ryoma. He brushed past Fuji and bounded toward the door with him hot on his heels. He figured he would get the jacket back later.

'Yup. He's definently still hearing my thought's'. Fuji thought merrily as his smile seemed to pick up gusto. The door to the roof slammed open and a blur of red clung to the emerald haired form. It caused all three to go carreening to the cemented ground. A dark aura seemed to be emanating from his crumpled form as the red-head glomped him.

"Ne Ochibi, where were you and Fujiko, we thought you would at least see us at practice." He exclaimed as he hung to the, quickly turning purple, fallen form of Ryoma.

"Get.. off.. of m- you cra~zy.. cat-child." He said in a lazy, strained tone, trying to hide his anger at being called short.

'I can't help it! Damn my growth spurt, I'm still 6'2. It's not my fault everyone else is freakishly tall.' He thought as an angry tick mark appeared on his forehead. He rolled away from Eiji and landed in an awkward position.

"Maa maa Eiji, you should get off of him." Fuji, who lay beneath Ryoma, placed a protective/possesive hand on Ryoma's shoulder, as his eyes glinted. Which was awkward because his eyes were closed, but the intent was clear.

It was then that Ryoma realized the awkward position he was in. He hovered above Fuji, straddling his hips. His hands were placed on either side of Fuji's head.

'Saa Ryoma-kun, if you want to be that familiar with me...all you have to do is ask.' The four elders(2) were rolling on the floor laughing as Ryoma got off of Fuji with a blush, and dusted off his pants. He turned to face Eiji with a glare that made him cringe.

"Unwaa, Ochibi Kowaii." Eiji exclaimed as he shapeshifted into a cat and he jumped onto Oishi's back. Suprisingly the male didn't topple.

As the dust cleared, Oishi stood with a red cat in his arms. He stared lovingly at his neko-chan. Ryoma almost chuckled at their thoughts as Oishi petted his kitten form. All traces of anger draining from his face as he watched the cute furball.

Oishi was practically humming in satisfaction at his best friend/ future lover. He loved it that Eiji chose him to jump onto, and of course Eiji was entirely oblivious. His thought's surrounded a particular song.

'lolli-pop, lolli-pop, oh lolli lolli lolli lolli-pop, bo dum bum bum.' In his mind he was frollicking through a meadow of large swirly lolli-pops. He was truly a child in a candy store, drooling with stars in his blue eyes. His mind was in bliss as Oishi continued to scratch behind his ears. His cat tail swishing from side to side.

He turned as another person sang in his head. He saw a rather scary man, with a bandanna over his forehead. His form was truly terriffying, as he swayed from side to side. A light hiss escaping his lips. Ryoma did a double take wondering if it was really his thought's he heard.

'Cat, I'm a kitty cat and I meow, meow, meow, and I meow, meow, meow.' He pictured himself surrounded by cats. He himself a cat, except his form looked like cosplay gone bad. He was secretly envious of Eiji's ability to turn into a cat, and frowned at his minds inability to picture himself as one.

Ryoma couldn't help but chuckle, as he stared at the cat-wannabe. It was just, such a contrast to his outward appearance. He knew that any cat-lover would be a friend of his, but that didn't mean his thought's weren't creepy. Fuji raised his eyebrow sardonically. Silently appraising his laughing form, as well as a few others.

He stood with his arms across his chest. His right hand placed lightly over his mouth, as he tried to muffle his giggles. His eyes wide with amusement, as his golden orbs glistened. True mirth caused his cat-like eyes to water.

'What's so funny Ryoma-kun?' Ryoma didn't acknowledge him as he tried, unsuccessfully to stifle his laughter. He turned to face Fuji, as his face was flushed from his laughter and his eyes lidded somewhat.

Fuji licked his lips sensually at the sight, as his mind began to wander down questionable avenues.

'Sexy'. He thought hungrily as his eyes filled with a primal desire.

Ryoma shivered from two things. First being it was getting very cold on the roof and all he was wearing was a tank top, since he gave his jacket to Fuji. Second being because Fuji's mind went back to a particular scene with the both of them in bed, and a moany Ryoma, writhing beneath him.

Yukimura, Sanada, Atobe, and Tezuka chose this time to step in.

"Ne Fuji-kun shouldn't you be resting." Yukimura asked as his eyes flashed violet in anger. Fuji stepped closer towards Ryoma ignoring Yukimura in favor of Ryoma's shivering form and placed his jacket back on his shoulders, lightly carressing the shorter man's neck. The movement was not missed, as hazel eyes narrowed infinitismally at the sight.

"I asked him the same question." Ryoma said as he looked up at Fuji's smiling face, raising his eyebrow in amusement at his loves actions.

'He always was the posessive type.' He thought dryly. He shuddered as his cool hands ghosted over his flushed neck.

'Good response Ryoma-kun.' He thought as he tugged the jacket more firmly against his form. He was wrestling with his need to pull the man closer, and Ryoma smirked.

"Did you now? I don't think I remember that." Fuji said with a mischievious smile. Ryoma ignored the jibes promising torture should he touch their Fuji, and leaned in closer to the male.

"Besides, I wouldn't want you to get sick." Ryoma said in a low husky tone repeating Fuji's words all those years ago, on the tennis courts, verbatim. He whispered those words into the still tensai before lightly blowing in his ear(much like Fuji had done to him). He turned away as a spark of lust flashed within the tensai's eyes.

"Che, and of course you wouldn't remember, you fell asleep on my chest, before I could finish the sentence." Activity on the roof ceased as Ryoma smirked sadistically, letting those four know exactly who Fuji belonged with.

Sanada enraged by this information, and hurt by the obvious rejection, came forward and pimp-slapped Fuji. His face cracked to the side as blood spurt from his mouth. Everyone, who did nothing because they expected Fuji to be able to get away quickly (with the speed of a vampire), stood confounded as the hand connected with his face. Forcing Fuji to fall to the ground.

Ryoma's fist tightened in fury of the sight and would've nearly killed Sanada, had a hand not stopped him. Fuji reached out and clutched Ryoma's enfuriated form.

'Don't Ryoma, it's my fault.' Ryoma forgetting he wasn't supposed to be listening to Fuji's thought's spoke into everyone's mind at once, as anger shook his raged form.

'The hell it's your fault, I should kill him for daring to touch an Angel, especially you.' He growled forcing them all to cower beneath his anger. His eyes flashed red and stayed that way, as Sanada held his ground unwilling to move. What a stupid mistake on Sanada's part as Ryoma lunged at him, fangs barred.

(1)- I don't think I spelled that right, sorry my brain was half-fried when I proofread this.

(2)- Shiraishi, Kevin, Billy, and Marui- Ryoma's princes/elders.

A/N- at first I was thinking of making this an ot6 but realized I love Fuji too much for that but if you want an ot6 tell me and i'll make another vampire/vampire hunter story featuring ot6...Oh yeah cliffy hope you like it...the more reviews I get the faster i'll update...Once I get five more I'll update the next chapter. Teehee...enjoy XD