I love this one-shot (you know, I might as well say chapter as it seems like its becoming a multi-chaptered story instead) even though its short. It took me awhile to finish it but all well. I hope you all enjoy it and please read and review! :) and please—if you feel—like it, check out my other stories, something might spark your interest. *hinthint*

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Indirect Kiss


Gakuto sat on the bench in front of Hyoutei's tennis courts, a little depressed. Two days ago the entirety of the Hyoutei Regulars had been at Atobe's mansion and had played Truth or Dare, and Gakuto hadn't had fun.

Jiroh had fun and probably even Atobe had fun, but the redhead hadn't.

At first everything had been so amusing. Shishido had told his feelings for everyone (and had almost confessed to Ootori), Hiyoshi had said he had a crush on Rikkai's Second Year Ace—Kirihara Akaya, Yuushi… had admitted to being a pervert, and Jiroh had gotten to kiss Atobe. So, all in all, that part of the night had been good. But when it came to the end, Gakuto had been crushed.

The acrobat had known since first year that he liked Yuushi, everything pointed towards that conclusion, and yet…

He hadn't known he would be so heartbroken at Yuushi's rejection.

They looked up at the people staring at them.

Atobe was smirking with his arms crossed, Jiroh was grinning at his friend, Hiyoshi was blinking and blushing rapidly, Shishido was covering Choutarou's eyes, and Kabaji… he was being Kabaji.

The two partners looked at themselves.

Yuushi's hand was still in his shirt.

Hurriedly, he removed it.

There was silence before Yuushi stood. "We were… caught in the moment." He adjusted his glasses, cast a last glance at Gakuto, and walked out.

Gakuto rubbed his eyes and shook his head.

He needed to stop thinking about this or else he would break down.

Today, he had been partnered up with Hiyoshi to play against a non-regular team. They had—of course—won but it was the fact that he was partnered up with Hiyoshi in the first place was strange.

Usually, it was normal for the buchou to mix and match during practices, but something had felt off about it this time, like Atobe wasn't telling him something.

He wanted to know what it was that he wasn't being told.

Sighing, he buried his head in his hands to hide his face.

Everything was just turning to crap since that dream.


Jiroh yawned and let his head rest against his buchou's leg whom decided not to protest knowing that when Jiroh decided he was going to lay somewhere there was no talking him out of it.

The sunset haired boy eyed his friend from across the court who had his head tucked in his arms sadly and frowned.

What was wrong with Gakuto?

He tugged on Atobe's Regular's Jacket.

The silver haired boy looked down at the tired boy.

"Ne, Atobe, why is Gakuto sad?" Jiroh though wasn't stupid. He knew it had something to do with Oshitari.

The fourteen year old looked up to where his friend was pointing. "Hm, ore-sama believes that it's because he knows something is wrong." He stared at his manicured nails.

Jiroh's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You don't have anything to do with this… do you." He sat up and leaned closer to the shocked boy.

"… Ore-sama merely allowed Oshitari's request to stop being Mukahi's double's partner."

"Nani?!"

A few people looked over at them.

Atobe merely stared at them and they went back to their own business, but the regulars around the two cast them curious glances first.

"Why did you allow him to stop being his double's partner? Why would Oshitari even ask that in the first place?" He sat up on his knees.

"Ore-sama will do whatever is best for this team and if Oshitari asks this of ore-sama then it must be best. There is no way ore-sama will allow any members of his team to get distracted."

"But," Jiroh looked at Gakuto. "Now he's going to be both distracted and depressed." He looked back up at Atobe. "Why'd Oshitari do this?"

Crossing his legs, Atobe leaned back into the bench and closed his eyes. "Mukahi will get over it, and ore-sama does not know." He opened them.

Jiroh slapped his arm lightly. "Don't lie to me Atobe, I know when you are. When you're talking to me, you only close your eyes if you're pained or lying and—because of the subject—I figure you're lying."

Atobe's lips twitched. "You're right," he placed his hand over his face and looked at Gakuto. "Ore-sama does know." Letting his arm rest on the back of the bench, the buchou looked down at the boy whose head was resting on his shoulder. "And now shouldn't you be practicing Jiroh?"

Jiroh grinned and let his head fall onto his buchou's lap. "Neh, but Atobe, I'm tired and your leg is comfortable."

His eyebrow rose and he grabbed his racket from beside himself. "Really? Well that's a shame. Ore-sama wanted to play a game against you."

Before he knew it he found himself being pulled out of his seat and across the courts to an empty one.

He couldn't help but to smile.


Oshitari set down his racket and grabbed his water bottle to take a drink. Taking a sip, he let his eyes wander to a depressed Gakuto.

He closed his eyes as if he were in pain.

The tensai hated that he had said what he said, but he had needed to. Gakuto just didn't understand that they couldn't be together like they wanted to. It was… impossible.

The blue haired boy was bad for Gakuto. He loved romance and yet was unable to be serious in anything he did except for tennis. What he was able to show when it came to liking someone was only lust and he knew that if he only lusted after Gakuto, sooner or later the maroon haired boy would break. And he didn't want that.

Oshitari wasn't stupid. He knew that Gakuto was less then an innocent fourteen year old. He knew that the acrobat had probably done more with people then even he had, but he wasn't about to hurt him for that reason, for the reason just to have some pleasure. To him, Gakuto meant more then that. He was a priceless jewel in a sea full of glass. Most probably wouldn't understand how he could use this analogy, but for him, it was simple.

Oshitari Yuushi was simply in love.

And there was nothing he could do about this.

Opening his eyes once more, he sighed, tightly held onto his bottle and walked over to Gakuto. He stopped in front of him and held out the water bottle.

"Here, have a drink. You look like you get a bit more hydrated." The short boy stared up at him before gently taking the bottle from his hands and holding it to his chest.

He smiled slightly. "Thanks," he stated as Oshitari dropped his hand back to his side and gracefully sat next to him on the bench.

Gakuto fingered the bottle slightly. "Why… why did you ask Atobe if you could stop being my partner?" He peered up at the clouds.

Oshitari glanced over at him before looking over at the others on the courts. "You know about that?"

His lips twitched. "I figured it out." He looked over at his part—former partner. "I'm not as dumb as you all think I am, you know."

The tensai looked at him. "I don't think you're dumb Gakuto. Quite the contrary actually."

The maroon haired boy looked a little shocked at the statement. "You… don't think I'm dumb?"

He smiled and shook his head, adjusting his glasses. "No, Gakuto, I don't think you're dumb."

Gakuto grinned now. "Good, because I might've had to punish you if you thought so."

Oshitari smirked and leaned forward so that his hand was resting closer to Gakuto's soft hip. "Really? Punish me? And what could a midget like you do, eh, Gakuto?"

The shorter boy also leaned forward so that their faces were merely two inches apart. "Yuushi, you know me. I can do many, many things to punish you." Oshitari nearly groaned at the sound of his breathy voice and scooted closer to his former partner, resting his other hand on Gakuto's bear knee.

When the butterflies erupted in his stomach, Gakuto got nervous and scared. Why was he feeling like this? Shouldn't he be mad, pissed of, angry beyond belief at Oshitari Yuushi? The other boy had betrayed him. They had been doubles partner and best friends, and Oshitari had turned all of that in to play singles.

Thinking of this, he turned away when Oshitari leaned in even closer.

When his lips nearly connected with the other boy's turned cheek, Oshitari got a stiff smile and gave a short laugh. That was… embarrassing to say the least.

Gakuto brought the bottle up to his lips for an excuse and took a drink, only to hear a squeal from ten feet in front of him.

"Indirect kiss! Indirect kiss!" Jiroh screamed, jumping up and down next to Atobe happily. "Gakuto, you just indirectly kissed Oshitari!" Gakuto blushed as he saw that his friend had attracted the looks of many others and mentally cursed his friend for his stupidity.

He glanced over at Oshitari to see that he was glaring. Gakuto bit his lip sadly. Of course Yuushi would be disgusted, he thought to himself.

The maroon haired boy didn't even notice that the tensai had successfully steered clear of a certain question.