Antonyms
Chapter Seven:
Wake-Up Call
November 3, 2008
Written by:
theVoiceInsideYourHead
A/N: Um. Hi. *ducks from knives* OKAY FINE! I ish sorry for the long, long, long wait. School got in the way. I barely finished this chapter TODAY. Forgive me?
Ryoga nursed the green bottle of Heineken against his chest as he brooded in front of the window. There was something that sparked within him when he saw Atobe take Fuji's hand. It wasn't jealousy or anger… it was something entirely different. Or at least thought it wasn't.
And I don't know what the hell it is.
He shook his head and downed the contents of the bottle.
This is supremely fucked.
Tezuka set down his book for the fifth time in fifteen minutes and let out an uncharacteristic groan. Ryoma's words earlier had been bothering him. And it took a lot to bother him. A real lot. He was once the stoic buchou of course.
What is wrong with me today?
So, for the sixth time that evening, he picked up his book and started reading from the last line he had left off from.
Yukimura was very pleased. His plan was going very well. At first he was wary of Tezuka's reaction to his new pet but Ryoma has sped things up greatly for him. Without even knowing it, the little prince had helped Yukimura's plan immensely.
I have taught him well.
Yukimura smiled and turned off the lamp.
We'll just have to see if he plays his cards well.
Sanada felt a warm body snuggle close to him and smiled slightly. He flipped over slowly and stared at Akaya Kirihara's sleeping face. The boy really did look different when he was sleeping as opposed to when he was awake. It was like a whole other part of him.
I wonder how Akaya will take to Fuji when he finds out what Seiichi is doing.
Sanada sighed as he looked at the sleeping, purple-haired man beside Kirihara.
And it is not going to be pretty.
Ryoma chuckled to himself as he recalled Tezuka's bewildered expression during their talk earlier. It really was sight to see the buchou so flustered, and over another man nonetheless. Who knew the great Tezuka Kunimitsu could be affected by trivial emotions?
Poor Tezuka.
The fire cast a glow on the prince's predatory, cat-like eyes.
But I'm part of this game now. Whether you like it or not.
The next morning caught Fuji in a very tight position. Literally, in fact. The sun had cast a warm glow over the sleeping occupants in the room, quite in tune with the soft hum of the alarm clock on the nightstand. Fuji, being the early riser that he is, reached over to press the snooze button when instead he felt a rather large, lumpy pillow.
And we all know what kind of pillow it actually was.
Cracking an eye open, his worst fears were confirmed. Or at least, a part of him thought it was fear. His roommate had taken the liberty of sleeping beside him and over the few hours of sleep had managed to get to Fuji's side of the bed. Arm wrap and shoulder rest all in one.
What a beautiful wake-up call. Fuji thought dryly, his cheeks coloring. Well, in the figurative sense of course. Not that Atobe isn't beautiful, but still.
Fuji paused.
Am I really having an argument with myself?
He shook drabble from his head and gave the diva soft tap on the shoulder with his free arm.
"Atobe-san? Could you please… get off me?"
In all respects, Atobe Keigo was not really a heavy sleeper, but neither was he a light sleeper. He was more of a selective sleeper; and because of this ability, he could also act asleep when he really wasn't as the situation demanded it.
And this situation demanded it. Besides, he was very comfortable wrapped around the ever-so-delectable tensai. He made a small grumble that forced Fuji to stop his poking and to lie back down on the bed. Resistance to the whims of Atobe Keigo was futile.
Fuji happened to realize that as well. Crap. Now what do I do?
As if reading his mind, Atobe opened sleepy eyes and mumbled, "Go back to sleep, Fuji-san. It's still early."
Atobe then chose that moment to snuggle in further into the tensai's enforced embrace and laid his head closer on Fuji's pillow. "Go back to sleep…"
You could just imagine the cherry red color that Fuji's cheeks had adopted. Heaving a big sigh, he closed his eyes and let a tiny smile linger on his lips. A smile that did not go unnoticed by Atobe. Slumber soon followed afterwards.
As you might have guessed, everyone had noticed Atobe's ever-so-perky attitude that morning. It was quite rare to see the diva in a happy mood. He was usually to first one to yell about the noise, the smell, the heater or something just as trivial. So this day was one might call monumental.
"Did you sleep well, Kei-chan?" Yukimura asked teasingly. "You seem to be in a chipper mood today."
"That's a first," Ryoma drawled. "Did the monkey eat a really good banana for breakfast?"
In his happy daze, Atobe didn't even have the heart to snap back at the obnoxious brat. "Well Seiichi, it isn't everyday that you get a very interesting wake-up call."
"Really now," Yukimura murmured, noting Fuji's intense blush. "Pray tell, what happened?"
"Let's just say that I'm going to enjoy waking-up early everyday."
"Do I even want to know, Yuki-senpai?" Ryoma asked.
Yukimura smiled. "You probably already do."
"Sou sou…"
Ryoga glared at the diva. Atobe smirked in retaliation. Ryoga's eyes narrowed. Atobe's smirk widened. Ryoga's glared turned deathly. Atobe snorted and winked at Fuji. Fuji blushed. Fuji quickly looked back down at his food and pushed the eggs around his plate.
Stare. "It's a miracle how you guys can communicate with each other without talking." Gakuto commented, "Ne, Yuushi?"
Oshitari smirked. "What's even more interesting is what they're communicating about."
Gakuto clinged to him expectantly. "Well? What are they talking about?"
Oshitari leaned into Gakuto's face. The red-haired teen blushed seven shades of red.
"If I told you…" Oshitari murmured, "Then I'd have to kill you."
Blush still on his cheeks, Gakuto whined, "That's so corny, Yuushi."
Oshitari snickered. "But it still had the desired effect."
Eiji gagged. "All this flirting is making me sick."
"Then why don't you go and run into a room with your precious Oishi then." Gakuto snapped.
"Don't bring Oishi into this, Mukahi-chan." Eiji retorted.
A giant vein popped on Gakuto's forehead. "Try saying that again, Kikumaru."
Eiji grinned. "Fine. Mu-ka-hi—"
"Eiji. Gakuto. If you're going to fight then take it outside."
Everybody stared at Sanada. You could see a tiny vein throbbing on his forehead. Oh well, even extremely stoic buchous had their limits.
"Gomen." The two acrobats muttered, falling silent.
Oishi, who was sporting a light blush turned to Yukimura and asked, "What are we going to do today, Yukimura-senpai?"
Yukimura twirled the red-striped straw in his orange juice with a knowing smirk.
"I was thinking today as sort of a… free day. You guys can do anything you want…"
Momoshiro and Kaidoh stopped their food-shovelling contest. "Anything?"
They looked at each other and blushed.
Yukimura grinned. "Yes. Anything…"
Gakuto spied a glance at Oshitari and hid his smirk. "That sounds cool."
Yukimura then stared at Fuji and smiled. "Except for Fuji-kun and Kei-chan that is."
Fuji stared back in confusion. "…nani? Me?"
Yukimura nodded enthusiastically. "Yes you. Now, after breakfast I'd like you to meet me up in my room. Ryo-chan will take you up to my room. Won't you, Ryo-chan?"
Ryoma didn't miss a beat. "Sure. That is, if no else wants to take him."
Fuji frowned. They make it sound like I'm some sort of… pet.
Ryoga went momentarily still.
Tezuka glanced briefly at Yukimura's tell-tale smile. I wonder what he's up to.
Sanada paused in his eating and looked Kirihara who had remained silent all through out breakfast. He saw Kirihara's eye narrow briefly at their bespectacled-guest. Seems like he had finally started noticing Yukimura's… profound interest in Fuji.
Seiichi better be ready when Akaya decides to confront him about this.
Yukimura then stood up from his seat and headed for the stairs, giving Sanada a brief nod to follow him.
What game are you playing at, Seiichi?
"You are worried." This was a statement, not a question.
Sanada closed the door quietly. "Yes I am."
"Don't be."
Sanada walked up to the blue-haired man. "I have every right too. These endevours of yours always end badly. Usually on the part of your projects."
Yukimura turned around sharply and rested a cool hand against Sanada's cheek.
"Was that what happened to you, Genichirou? Did my project with you end badly?"
Sanada grasped the wandering hand. "My case was different. You were different."
Yukimura turned back around to face the window. "I don't understand. You've never opposed my plans before."
Sanada wrapped his arms around Yukimura's effeminate form. "This too is different. Remember what happened to Ryoma."
"Ryoma's fine. He's gotten over it. That's why he's here now."
"That's because he's strong. You don't know Fuji that well yet to judge his strength. You have to be careful with him. Do you want him to run away just like Ryoma did?"
Yukimura was silent for a moment. "… No. I would not."
Sanada sighed and placed a gentle kiss on his neck. "Then take my advice and be cautious. You're not doing anything bad, Seiichi. Just be careful."
Yukimura smiled softly. "Alright."
"Shall we head up to Yuki-senpai's room, Fuji-senpai?"
The lazy drawl woke Fuji up from his semi-daydream. "Ah… hai."
Fuji pushed back his chair and followed Ryoma's retreating form. Wow. He's gotten pretty tall since that picture onee-san showed me. Wait. IS HE TALLER THAN ME? Fuji pouted.
"So…" Ryoma started, "How did you meet Yuki-senpai?"
"Well… we've been classmates in my Biology class since last semester but he's never really… talked to me much until recently."
Ryoma led them through a maze of hallways in the upper floors. "Why do you think that is?"
Fuji shrugged. "I don't really know… he just called me out of the blue last week and asked if I wanted to go… here."
Ryoma nodded. "How did you get…here exactly?"
Fuji smiled a little. "Ano, Tezuka-san was kind enough to give me a ride."
"Didn't Ryoga offer you a ride?"
Fuji shook his head. "My sister wanted me to ride with him, I think. But Tezuka had already asked me."
"I see… Have you been to Atobe's lately? For schoolwork or something of the sort?"
Fuji was confused at the younger man's questions. I wonder why he's asking me all this…
The tensai let out a breath. "Well, not really schoolwork per se but I did pick up a package for Ryoga from his house." Or mansion more like it.
"He…"
Ryoma smirked. Wow. So he has been exposed to all the possible candidates. Yuki-senpai doesn't was any time.
"This is Yuki-senpai's room." Ryoma said, pointing to the double-doors ahead of them.
He gave Fuji, who was roughly his height, a slight push forward. "Good luck."
Good luck? Why would he—
The door swung open.
"Fuji! There you are!" Yukimura greeted happily. "I wonder what took you so long."
Atobe appeared beside him and glared at Ryoma. "Was the brat giving you a hard time?"
Fuji shook his head quickly. "No he wasn't… he just, well, asked me a bunch of questions… it's nothing really."
Ryoma glared back at Atobe and said. "Be nice, Yuki-senpai…"
Yukimura giggled and dragged his unsuspecting victim inside his suite. "Of course I will, Ryo-chan! See you later!
Fuji looked panicked for a moment. "Chotto matte—!"
The door clicked close. Ryoma smirked.
Fuji-senpai better be ready for whatever Yuki-senpai is going to dish out for him.
PS – Isn't Fuji just adorable? As of now I still have no idea who to pair him up with though.*grins* Next chapter up: Makeover! (Haven't started on this one yet mind you). I can't wait till Fuji's 'lessons' start. *cackle*
Now be the good little readers that you are and grace thy authoress with a review? Pwease?
theVoiceInsideYourHead
Dictatress of the No-Longer-Free-World
CopyWRITE.2008 by s a m i e – s a m a
