Disclaimer: Even if I would conquer the world, this would still belong to Konomi-sensei.
Warning: Grammar/spelling mistakes, missing words/letters. Characters are probably going to be OOC. Possible yaoi in the future, bad language and maybe fighting scenes or places were one is beaten up or there are people hurting themselves.
Pairing: Royal Pair [Atobe/Ryoma]
Side pairings: Saeki/Fuji, Oishi/Eiji (So, unpredictable), Sengoku/Ann, Akutsu/?. For now, that's it.
I Cry For The Last Time
Chapter Six: Silently, It Comes.
Ryoma widened his eyes for a small fraction, but then the cold expression that he wore when the talk was about someone from Japan, settled on his face. "Yo, Atobe. Want to question me just like everybody else do, or you just decided to use this chance and rape me?"
"I wonder about that myself Echizen." Was all the Keigo answered him before opening the door and inviting Ryoma in his car.
Ryoma's expression didn't change. He looked at Keigo through the opened door and then around him, checking to see if there were people around them. Throwing another quick glance at the successor of one of the biggest companies in Japan he tch-ed and turned away from the car, starting to walk down the road again.
He could hear the door slamming shut and a quick 'Wait, Echizen!' following it. The car soon was next to him again, moving forward just as slowly as he was walking. Ryoma allowed the annoyed expression settle on his face. "What do you want Atobe? Can't you see that I'm in no mood to have a nice, friendly chat with you?"
"Yes, I can see that." There was the contended undertone to Keigo's voice that started to piss Ryoma off even more. "But, I was also wondering, why someone that is so hated around here, would suddenly come back." He gives Ryoma a wry look.
Ryoma doesn't answer him, thinking about whether he actually should. It's not like he had an obligation to answer the questions of others (that will surely come in the future and are asked right now), since they already trust the lies and want nothing more than just another reason to hate him.
I'll just ignore him. Ryoma thinks to himself and places the headphones back over his ears, blocking out everything around him again, only the song, blasting in his ears, could be heard. He slid his hands inside the pockets of his leather jacket.
Keigo, on the other hand, glared at the clear display of arrogance, not that he himself was any better, and stomped his foot on the accelerator, making the black sports car roar and sped up, leaving Ryoma in dust (not really).
What he didn't see what the relieved sigh that Ryoma made once Keigo's car had driven past him in such speed, that strands of his hair were blown in front of his eyes and blurred his sight. He lifted his head and looked at the big, blue sky.
That was the last thing he saw before he inhaled the strong, sweet smell of chloroform, that had been poured on the cloth, now covering his mouth and nose, and everything became blurry.
/This happened right after Keigo left Tezuka's place, sorry about the time jump./
Tezuka didn't bother to wrap his bleeding hand into something to stop the bleeding; he rushed up to his room, avoiding the sharp shards of glass, where he had left his cell phone, a trail of small droplets of blood followed him. His eyes searched over the room, mind trying to remember. Once the phone was in his field of vision, lying under someone's t-shirt (definitely not Tezuka's), the bespectacled teen walked over to it and pulled it from where it had been lying.
After a moment of searching the right contact he pushed the call button, the mechanical rings flowing from the small speaker. After the third 'ring' the quiet click, indicating that whoever Tezuka called had picked up, cut the sounds.
"I want you to find Echizen and talk him onto leaving. Got it?" it seemed that it didn't bother the ex-captain that no one spoke on the other end, just the shallow breathing reached his ears. "Good." With that he shut his phone and threw it back where he found it.
Only then did he notice that everything he had touched, the phone too, was covered in his blood, as well as the small puddles spread throughout the room now (and obviously almost the whole house too). He looked at the blood, still sipping from his palm and crooked his head slightly to the left side, as if wondering what had happened to him.
But then an amused smile settled on his face, he made a fist with his right hand, not bothering about the pain, and laughed to himself. Really, this was all Echizen's own fault; coming here so suddenly and ruining his perfect little world.
"I should take care of that wound, shouldn't I?" Tezuka murmured to himself, but still didn't do anything to take care of it. Maybe he should make something up basing on this. Atobe did it to him, or maybe someone attacked him on his way to the store? "Not worth it."
He finally looked away from the wound and turned his head to look at himself in the mirror, the amused smile changing into a pleased smirk. No wonder he had so many players under his thumb, ready to do his every request and followed him like trained dogs that they were. Tezuka was well aware about his sex appeal, and was not afraid to use it for his own good, after all.
Well, at least the problem with Echizen should be solved soon, thanks to that guy. It was quite unexpected to find out that he had some kind of use after all. Maybe it was a good thing that he had that fight with Ryuzaki-sensei after all, or he wouldn't have seen that.
"Well…" Tezuka sighed and moved the fingers of his right hand, "I should clean up a bit, Genichiro should be coming here soon." He picked up the t-shirt that was under his phone and threw it under the bed. It would be bad if someone found out about him and that puppy now wouldn't it?
/And we're back with Keigo/
"Goddamn it!" Keigo swore as he sped past all the rich-looking, western-style houses, a blur of white to his eyes.
He didn't know why, but the way Ryoma acted just now pissed him off, even more than Tezuka and all his little schemes. Sure, he hadn't seen the brat for how many years, five maybe and Ryoma probably couldn't bring himself to trust to him. But that didn't mean that he should be ignored so.. Bluntly.
He turned the steering wheel sharply to the left, making the car screech and do a ninety degree turn, parking it parallel to the sidewalk, the engine now purring again. The few people that had been walking leisurely along the road now looked at him in fear and anger, their bags lying on the ground and the products either fallen out of them and now unusable, or still rolling on the ground, coming to a stop at their owner's feet.
But Keigo didn't care. He allowed his forehead to hit the top of the steering wheel and closed his eyes, his hands still clutching the aforementioned steering wheel. Yes, he admits it, he did have a small crush on the twelve year old prodigy that had mocked him all those years ago on those old street tennis courts and challenged to a game. And no matter how hard he had tried, he wasn't able to properly let go of those feelings.
Even when he found out about the farce that had happened at the Nationals.
"Idiots. What kind of morons are they to believe that bullshit that Tezuka gave us?" his fist connected with the plastic panel in front of the steering wheel. "And Echizen is an idiot for letting them get to him. Where the hell did the brat that I knew went to, ahhn?" he asked himself, even if the question was for someone else to answer.
He raised his head and looked out the toned windows of his car, the outside world darker that it actually was. Keigo didn't know why, but the uneasiness that he felt when he left Ryoma alone and allowed the temporary anger take over him had now grown in size. It was like something inside him was urging him to go back and make sure…
He once again turned the steering wheel to his left, left foot letting the clutch go and right gently pressing down the accelerator, the engine purring louder and the people that still lingered there, moving away from the car, in fear of another movie like stunt. Once sure that he will be fine, Keigo straightened the steering wheel and accelerated, going back the way he came from, looking for Ryoma.
Once he got closer to the spot where he had left the young seventeen year old he slowed down; carefully looking at both sides of the road, not really knowing what to look for in the first place. The street was just as deserted as it was when he had spotted Ryoma in the first place, not a soul in sight at the moment.
Though, Keigo narrowed his eyes a little, something was moving up ahead. And not just walking or running, or giving his dog a walk, but it looked more like the person, man in this case, no older than Keigo himself, was pulling something. The flash of bright green (lime color, Keigo automatically determined) made his eyes widen.
"No way…" he sped up again, already getting out of the embrace of the safety belt, "…In hell!"
Once he was close enough, the unknown teen had already spotted him and was trying to get the passed out Ryoma to the van, hidden behind the unkept bushes and trees, Keigo jumped out of his car, leaving it in the middle of the road and without a second thought swung his fist at the other teen.
There was a thud and blood and saliva splattered on the pavement, obviously a sign that Keigo had managed to break the others nose, as the teen, not that much younger than Keigo, fell on the ground. His lips moved and then the brown, glaring eyes were turned to Keigo.
Too bad that he was too slow, since Keigo was already retreating to his car, Ryoma in his hands and even if there was a small chance that he would catch him and take away Ryoma, following his orders, it seemed useless to try. The blood from his nose dripped into his mouth, the metallic taste disgusting him.
He watched as Keigo drove off, taking out his black cell phone and seemingly blindly pushing buttons, searching for his number on the contacts list. The phone rang and rang and rang, but no one picked it up. He ended the call, eyes trained on the small device in his hands, while his left hand was holding a part of his shirt to the bleeding nose.
He settled for a simple message and quickly typed it, not bothering about the wrong letters in words and the seemingly random text; his boss should understand anyway. He threw another hate filled glance in the direction where Keigo had driven off and tch-ed.
"Fucking Echizen and that rich ass. Now I will have to suffer his damn anger floods." He spit out the blood, gathered in his mouth, kicking some dried up tree branches away from his path. "Shit."
At the same time Keigo drove back to his own home, all the while throwing worried glances at the sleeping boy next to him, clumsily pushed into the passenger's seat. From what he could tell Ryoma was alright, unconscious yes, but fine; no sign of bleeding or broken bones.
Though, his own left fist, mostly the knuckles, pulsated with pain and looked a little bruised, as a result of a not so well performed left hook. Not that he could help it; the sudden rage, or maybe the feelings of possessiveness and overprotectiveness* over the boy, just blinded him and it was like his body moved on its own.
Keigo jumped slightly when he felt the vibrations in his pocket. With one hand still on the steering wheel he slipped the other, his right one, inside his pocket and giving a brief look at the caller ID answered: "Yes Oshitari?"
"I know that it is probably pointless to ask you, but do you plan on getting here or will just skip practice again?" Oshitari sounded bored, or maybe amused, just was too good at hiding it.
Keigo thought for a moment. "I highly doubt that I will be able to attend today's tennis practice. Something suddenly came up and I cannot ignore it. You are in charge today." He made a turn and already located the small remote, needed for opening the gates to his house, with his eyes.
Oshitari let out a laugh. "Yes, I already thought so. Will you tell me how did it go with Tezuka later? Or I should use dirty methods perhaps…Gakuto, don't eat that!" it seemed that the substitute captain already had problems to take care of.
"Do not worry Oshitari." Keigo leisurely drove into this parent's property, the guards bowing slightly, acknowledging him as their son. "I will tell you everything you wish to know. And give Gakuto five laps around the courts for disrupting practice."
Oshitari yelled something back at the members of the tennis club and only then spoke to Keigo: "Appreciate it Atobe. And I just gave your message to Gakuto; he didn't look too happy about it though." Now there really was amusement in Oshitari's voice as he spoke.
"His problem, not mine." Keigo laughed too, stopping the car and already getting out of it. "Now then, I must go now Oshitari. See you." He walked around the car to get Ryoma out of it.
"Hai, hai…" the line went dead and Keigo shut the phone shut, sliding it back into his pocket. He had a feeling that he will need to think beforehand what to tell Oshitari.
*Is 'overprotectiveness' a real word? Because my computer insisted that it isn't. And I don't trust Google anymore.
A/N: Oh my God, I think my brain just went into overdrive. O_O
Why you ask? Well, because I have been writing fanfiction nonstop since Monday, because I wanted to post things up before Friday (Party! WOOP, WOOP!). So I had to lock my lazy-ass self in some chamber deep into the ground and get serious. + I have something like a cold, yet it's not a cold.
And yeah, fear my knowledge of cars and driving, fear it. It seems that the driving school did pay off. (Even if I crashed into two big piles of snow today and almost busted dad's car.)
HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE! :D