Author Note: Okay, well it's certainly been a while. Sorry about that guys, I do have every intention on finishing this story I've just been wrapped up with work and school. I'm going to try and make my updates in a timelier manner. As well, I'm also planning on going back and redoing the first couple of chapters. Since it's been so long, trying to remember what I initially had going on in the story was hard. Even after I reread everything I wasn't inspired to keep going on the same route I had in mind. So the things I will change or at least make official from now on.
Ryoma is 19
Yukimura and Fuji are 23
Tezuka, Atobe, and Sanada are 25
Tezuka runs a private clinic that specializes in physical therapy and sports injuries
Fuji is a freelance photographer
Atobe runs his families multimillion dollar corporations
Yukimura and Sanada own and run a café
The fivesome live together in one of Atobe's mansions just outside of Tokyo, however Fuji likes to take a breather and stay in an apartment he rents out as his own.
Ryoma left for America before he could graduate high school in pursuit of his pro tennis career but after traumatic events that lave him scared to even step on a tennis court let alone play, he's moved back to Japan.
Ryoma's left hand was injured during one of his last matches where he was so scared of the tennis ball coming at him he dove out of the way and landed badly on his arm.
I don't think this varies to much from anything I had written in the previous chapters and I'm sorry if this messing anything up, but this is what I'm working with from now on. These are just things that should have been properly mentioned (if they had not been) in the chapters before to create a more solid story. And if this stuff was in there well…I just don't feel like I did a very good job with the first chapters. I do want to say thank you to everyone who's been supporting this fiction. I love reading your reviews and I would love it if you took a time to rate this chapter. From now on the chapters will probably be lengthy and have more things going on.
Chapter Notes: So, no games this time ok guys. I'm really going to start getting into what happened to Ryoma as well as building up this OT6 relationship. The last chapter was a bit of a cliff hanger, and so…actually do you guys even read these notes? I hope you do. Anyway I'm setting this chapter two days after Ryoma visited Tezuka's clinic. He has not begun working for Yukimura and Sanada yet, not to spoil it but that's going to be the next chapter or so. I'm not planning on doing anymore large times skips for now. The next chapter will pick up right where this once stops. And someone please tell me if I spelt Karupin right.
The weather had been grizzly for the last day or so in Tokyo. The rain had been nonstop and the wind was cold as ice. Through the crowds of huddled and bundled men and women walking the mid-afternoon streets, two tall and fierce looking men braved the chilling winds looking anything but phased by the ill weather. One of them, with neatly combed brown hair and a set of matching brown eyes carried the umbrella for the both of them. That wasn't too awkward for whomever had the chance to lay eyes on the pair. What made onlookers crane their necks to do a double take was the other man's arm that was wrapped firmly around the brunette's waist, keeping him close so they could share the umbrella. For all the times Tezuka and Sanada had gone out together the pair were quite used to the stares and oddball looks. If it had been Tezuka and Fuji, most of the time the slender brunette would be mistaken for a female, and the same went for Sanada and Yukimura. And even more so if the situation arose where whomever; the cashier, the waitress, the guys sitting across from them on the train, would realize Fuji or Yukimura was a male it was brushed off because their looks were so feminine. But when the two masculine men decided to go out for a date together it seemed to just be mind boggling for people. But, they were used to the looks, they were used to the whispers, , they were used to the disgruntled noises when they got affectionate in public, they were used to the "that guy is so cute…wait, are they together?!". They were used to it and yet they seemed to not have dates together so often. Actually it had been Atobe who'd kicked them out of the house so they just went ahead and decided to have lunch together.
"How is the café doing? I heard Seiichi talking to Syuusuke about buying new china for the fall tea menu." Tezuka chuckled softly and glanced over at his partner after hearing his exasperated sigh. Yukimura wasn't terrible about going off Sanada's set budget, however when he did the expenses tended to set them back a few months profit.
"Yes, well, he doesn't take no for an answer when he really wants something." And that fact could be applied to just about anything in the life of Yukimura Seiichi. Nonetheless, despite his begrudging compliance to the blue haired beauty's wishes, a smile tugged at the dark haired man's lips. "His decisions have never lead the café astray though, so I guess I can't complain too much about it. It seems the work at the clinic has slowed down, it's been some times since I've seen you with so much leisure time on your hands." Tezuka shrugged his shoulders lightly. They'd cleared up a lot of the paperwork over the last few days and as far as the regularly scheduled appointments the days went by at a slow and steady pace. Thinking back however, a lot of the peace at the clinic was due to a certain golden eyed brat not showing up for his appointment. Just thinking about it gave Tezuka a migraine. Of course the brat could pop up when he was not scheduled to come in for his physical therapy but when it was required of him to come he would ever so gracefully disappear off the face of the planet. Tezuka wouldn't even assume that Ryoma didn't show up because of his comment tonight prior. If the boy were so easily intimidated by him well, he would have turned tail during his very first visit to the clinic. It wasn't that Tezuka had been aggressive from the start but he could be intimidating even when he was just being casual.
"With this rain we'll surely be seeing patients left and right. For some reason common sense evades us when we should be most alert." Tezuka sighed as Sanada pushed his glasses up just as they were sliding down the brunette's nose.
Yukimura was bored. The blue haired male sighed as he leaned against the large glass windows of the café. The late afternoon crowd had just dispersed, leaving the quaint café barren. Though Yukimura was quite pleased with his employees on a professional level, his relationships with them stayed on that professional level. Without Sanada there, Yukimura could not be entertained in the slightest with small talk and work flow antics alone, it left the handsome barista bored and irritable. He'd already checked the sales reports, built the inventory checklist, ordered three new sets of cups and dining ware ( that would teach Sanada to not schedule him for long shifts if the man would not be there to curb his boredom), and called Ryoma a good five or six times. Having the boy's contact information from his resume, Yukimura had called him several times over the last day or so.
"If only," The man murmured, a soft sigh passing his lips as he leaned off the window and made his way to the manager office. He hoped Ryoma wouldn't find another job and that he would take the one he had offered. Yukimura was aware that the offer hadn't really been made in a way to entice the boy and it probably just came off as weird given that Fuji had been involved as well. A few of the times Yukimura had called, aside from just wanting to say hi and ask random questions, he had honestly asked him once more if he wanted to take the offer. If Ryoma worked with him, he wouldn't be dying of bored right now.
As Yukimura entered the office he swiftly grabbed his jacket and pulled it over his shoulders. He was getting cool outside but other than the slight chance of rain Yukimura decided to leave behind the hat and scarf Atobe had forced in into before leaving the house. Honestly, sometimes the males treated him as if he were some fragile doll, but given his medical history it was a no brainer as to why. Nonetheless, Yukimura felt more than capable of making his own decisions and even though he was quite brilliant he did fall victim of being a tad bit prideful. And so with caution literally thrown to the wind Yukimura excused himself for the rest of the day, entrusting the proper care of his café to his shift manager. As Yukimura walked along, he pulled his phone from his coat pocket. Atobe was hard at work as always around this time of day and he knew Tezuka and Sanada were spending some time together so that left his partner in crime…in the most literal sense, Fuji.
"Mm..hey..Seiichi." Fuji's low husky voice crept into Yukimura's ears making the bluenette shiver. Fuji was obviously still sleeping which was rather odd but then again..
"Hehe," Yukimura chuckled softly, "Keigo flew you around the world last night?" He teased. The brunette groaned on the other end of the line, rolling over in the CEO's large bed and burring his face in one of the many plush silk covered pillows. Yukimura took that as a yes and just shook his head. He, Sanada, and Tezuka had predicted that the silver haired male would get under Fuji's skin with all his hovering, but like when any of them fought the making up part normally last several days and several passion filled nights. "I suppose you don't mind his attention now."
"Shut up Sei," Fuji huffed, his voice a little muffled by the pillows. "Anyway, I thought you had work today?"
"Yes, well, the café is a bit dry when Gen isn't working. And it's not as if I really need to work in order to make a pay check."
"Oh, playing hookie then." By this point Fuji had rolled out of bed and was making he way to the bathroom. The man stretched and yawned as the cool air wrapped around his bare body. "I suppose you're looking for me to come entertain you then?"
A sly smirk came to the barista's face. "Yes that would be pleasant Syu. We could visit that jazz café you like. A mini date of sorts I suppose. At least to pass some time before the big date tonight." Every month they would all go on one large date together at whatever fancy restaurant Keigo picked out for them. The man insisted on making the night as elegant, romantic, and expensive as he could. In a way it was flaunting his money but it was also his way of showing how much he was willing to do to give his lovers the best of the best. "I'll meet you there in thirty minutes alright love?"
"Ah, that sounds good. I'll meet you there in thirty minutes then." Fuji agreed, a light chuckle passed his lips as he started the shower. "Love you, I'll see you soon." With that he hung up and placed his phone on the counter before slipping into the warm water. Since the evening at his apartment him and Atoobe had been spending a lot more time together, this time in a away the both of them could enjoy. From a few simple dates and some quality time at home the awkward tension between them had seemed like it never existed. The brunette had actually been surprised and quite pleased to see a more humble and open Atobe. He had once spoken to Tezuka about Atobe, the spectacle man had been adamant about how sensitive Atobe really was and that the man's egoist personality was just a persona to an extent, but Fuji wasn't one to believe things that he had not witnessed firsthand. The last couple of days had been more than just hugs and kisses, he and Atobe had talked genuinely for probably the first time. Fuji smiled softly as he leaned against the cool tile of the shower walls, his hand gently treading through his hair. He supposed that he was actually falling for Atobe now, and not just loving him because of their special relationship.
"I should give him a call work must either be dreadfully boring, or driving him insane." Fuji chuckled, excited to hear the male's smooth voice.
Yukimura smiled and slid his phone back into his pocket. From where he was it was only a ten minute walk to the café, so the blue haired male decided to take a detour through the park. He was a fan of the autumn leaves. As the male walked along, enjoying the cool breeze and the changing leaves, he noticed a familiar face. It was a pleasant surprise. Violet eyes gazed upon the little kitten that had seized and dominated his thoughts over the course of a few weeks. Despite his efforts of calling he had no real way of hunting the boy down. He supposed Fuji was aware of where he lived, and it was listed on his resume, but Yukimura had common sense. He knew that showing up unannounced was rude and added with the fact that he was using private information that Ryoma did not offer him was unacceptable. His eyes softened as he stood a few feet away from the cat eyed boy. Ryoma's head was in his hands and his body slumped over. He was completely unsuspecting which allowed Yukimura a moment to just gaze at him and calculate what he should do. The weather looked as if it would turn bad at any moment, so it wasn't really the type of day most people would stroll through the park. In fact the immediate area was quite barren and on his way along the path Yukimura had only seen a few dedicated health nuts jogging their way through their usual routes. Perhaps Ryoma could handle himself, but it didn't sit well with the blunette to just turn away from him.
Ryoma groaned softly, his hands occasionally pulling at his hair. Or at least his good hand did the pull, the annoying cast on his other hand just made him feel worse. For the last few days he'd been a train wreck. He had no money, other than Yukimura he hadn't had any job offers, and he was just confused on what was going on in his life. The ex-tennis player didn't know if taking Yukimura's offer was the best idea. He had been considering it up until he'd visited the clinic. How in the world, or better yet, why in the world did his doctor have to be affiliated with Fuji? It didn't seem like they were just friends either. A shiver passed through the boy's spine as he remembered the stoic doctor's hard glare and icy words. It brought back fresh memories he'd been trying so hard to forget some coming back to Japan. "Usually…people don't make threats like that for friends..."Ryoma murmured. Ryoma bit his bottom lip softly, his heart clutching in his chest.
"What if Tezuka-sensei is in a relationship with Fuji…or at least likes him. Maybe Fuji told him that he kissed me." Ryoma thought solemnly, once again feeling like Fuji was playing around with him. He hadn't thought Fuji the type to be a player, or at least a sloppy one he was much to cunning. "That would explain why sensei was so hostile. But isn't that weird… liking another guy? Its not as if I liked Fuji like that anyway so it doesn't matter who he plays with so long as its not me." Ryoma let out a sigh and shook his head. He didn't want to deal with any drama. He didn't like guys, he never would like guys. He never wanted to be touched like that by another man again.
He'd be fine if he never saw Fuji again, and that meant he couldn't take the job at Yukimura's café since it seemed the coffee angel was friends with Fuji. He'd come back to Japan to escape his nightmares not make new ones. "Calm down…I'm much more aware now. I won't be caught off guard like that again. I won't have that happen again, I won't hurt again."
"Ryoma-kun." A calm, light hearted voice pulled him away from his thoughts. Ryoma looked up slowly into peaceful lavender eyes. "You look a little pale Ryoma-kun. Perhaps you've been outside to long?" Yukimura murmured thoughtful as he reached out to check the smaller male's temperature. The gleaming golden eyes he remembered seem dull against the dark rings under the young man's eyes. But no sooner than his hand had brushed Ryoma's forehead, the smaller male jerked away and swatted at his hand.
"Don't touch me." Ryoma huffed with his usual arrogance, but his eyes widened as if he'd been extremely startled or scared by the touch. Yukimura nodded, keeping his composure as he slid his hand into his pocket and flashed the boy a smile.
"Ah, I'm sorry about that then, Ryoma-kun. Are you doing alright though, you seem tense." And that was putting it mildly. The boy just averted his gaze and shrugged his shoulders. It annoyed him that Yukimura was so cheery every time they ran into each other, and that fact that they had run into each other so often these days. Perhaps the barista was just taunting him. Whatever the case, Ryoma didn't want to be happy to see him. Yukimura sighed softly at the other's silence and shrugged his shoulders. "Have you thought about taking up my offer? We have a full-time position open and the schedule is pretty flexible. Or if you were interested in part-time we can work something out. Syuusuke mentioned you were…"
Ryoma scoffed, his gaze suddenly meeting Yukimura's again. "Are you close to Fuji-senpai?"
"Yes, you could say that." Yukimura chuckled softly and sat down on the bench. He wasn't sure if now was the best time to bring up his and Fuji's relationship. After all it was better to explain his relationships all at once, rather than in parts. Ryoma wouldn't be ready for that at all. There hadn't been a whole lot Fuji had discussed with him about Ryoma. The brunette had summarized a bit about his personality and he knew him but things like why he came back to Japan when he had an apparently amazing tennis career set for him was unknown. Yukimura smiled softly, "We've known each other for some time now."
Ryoma looked skeptical as the man sat down. He didn't shrug away like he wanted to when Yukimura's arm brushed against his own, not wanting to come off as intimidated though that was what he was feeling. There was something very devious about Yukimura and his charming smile didn't help. Someone with such an angelic face shouldn't be able to make him feel like he could be over powered by Yukimura. His gentle gaze was only the surface, the intensity behind it felt like Yukimura was penetrating his every private thought. It was something like Tezuka, but also very different. Tezuka was intimidating but Yukimura seemed darker, and not only darker…he was confident about it. "Oh," Ryoma murmured, "I'm just his younger brother's friend."
"Hm, you sound a bit disappointed about that." Yukimura chuckled teasingly.
Ryoma huffed and threw a glare Yukimura's way, "Hardly. Knowing him has always been a pain. He's a sadist, you never know when he's toying around with you until it's too late." He supposed Fuji couldn't really be described as a player, he was too straightforward for that. Rather than having multiple lovers to fill a sexual need or romantic need he could see Fuji leading people on just to get pleasure from the heartbreak.
"Yeah, he can be like that. But it's one of the reasons we're so close." Yukimura pulled his hand from his pocket and took a look at his watch. "Well, since I was passing by I thought I should say hi," He got up from the bench, ruffling the other's hair at the same time. "But I'm actually meeting Syuusuke in a few minutes so I should be going."
"Tch. Whatever." Ryoma shrugged his shoulders and stood up as well.
"Really Ryoma, we're friends right? Don't be so cold." Yukimura assured, "And seriously think about my offer. What could it really hurt to work at the café? You still haven't found another job right?"
Ryoma frowned. He wished he could tell Yukimura all the reasons why it really would hurt to get any more involved with him, but it wasn't his place. He only had assumptions anyway. Are Tezuka and Fuji together, or perhaps Yukimura and Fuji? The most favored explanation however was Fuji was playing with Yukimura and Tezuka, but he didn't know any of them well enough to fill in all the blurred areas. And what was he to Fuji? They kissed, or was he not supposed to think anything of that? "Thanks, but I'm not interesting in coffee."
"Unless you're drinking it?" The lavender eyed man joked lightly. Yukimura's smile faltered, losing a lot of its warmth as disappointment settled in and mixed with a tad bit of annoyance. This was not one of those things he could just manipulate so he could get his way. "My offer will remain open Ryoma, at least until you get another job. "
"Why do you care so much?" Ryoma rolled his eyes, "I can hardly say we're friends, all you do is harass me over the phone. Which by the way, I am changing that number if you don't quit it."
"Well you have yet to give me a chance to get to know you so we can be friends. And I call you so we can make that chance happen, it's not harassing you." At this point, Yukimura's eyes narrowed as he looked down at the boy. "And between what Syuu has told me, and how you've had yet to correct me on anything, you're living on your own but you have no job. You'll be homeless if you keep this up. How can I just turn a blind eye to something like that?"
Ryoma felt a little better knowing Yukimura was doing this for a very general reason that anyone with even the slightest sense of moral would do, and not to just gain favor with him. "What the hell did Fuji-senpai tell you?" The golden eyed male's glare met and matched Yukimura's devilish grin.
"Fuji does have very strict standards. I guess you really only know that basics about him. But that's ok, I'm sure you'll know him better in time." Yukimura's words felt ominous and the ex-tennis player felt as if the barista was plotting his doom. "Anyhow, Ryoma, Syuu is a very trustworthy person. He doesn't divulge secrets, with or without promises. If the matter is private, he has more than enough sense to keep it to himself."
Ryoma felt a large weight lift from his shoulders. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to know that he and Fuji had kissed. Especially if there was some weird triangle going on. As the two male competed in a glaring match, well Ryoma was glaring while Yukimura just stared at him with sadistic amusement in his eyes, three hooded thugs approached them. They easily towered over both male's, though Yukimura was considered average height for a male. As Ryoma was so absorbed in trying to melt Yukimura with his glare, the bluenette took notice of the approaching strangers and wrapped his arm around the smaller male's waist.
"What the hell! Yukimura-san! Let go!" Ryoma growled out, squirming around in the male's oddly tight hold. Yukimura hardly seemed the type to be anything but frail, but here he was holding the athletically fit teen tightly to him.
"Can I help you?" Yukimura asked politely, though his chilling tone made Ryoma shiver. Ryoma at this time looked around at the three males who formed a small semi-circle around them. Then slowly, he took a daring glance up at Yukimura. The smaller male's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the dark look on Yukimura's face. It was intimidating yet sexy all the same, much like when Fuji unleashed his gorgeously blue eyes. Yukimura's features relaxed, looking eerily calm, and his gaze fixed onto the male in the middle, whom presented himself in a way that would suggest he was the leader of the small posse.
"I suppose you can," The man spoke, just as politely as Yukimura. "Yes, yes actually the both of you seem perfect to help us out. Isn't that right boys?" The man gestured to the two other men, whom began to chuckle at their leaders antics. "This weather is looking pretty bad, not at all the type of weather to beautiful creatures such as yourself should be caught up in. How about we head back to my place and have a good time." The man took a step forward, his hand outstretched and about to brush against Ryoma's cheek until Yukimura caught him. The man scolded at the barista and tried to yank he hand back onto to find Yukimura's iron grip kept him in place.
"I'm afraid we aren't at all interesting in your offer." Yukimura released the man with a hard shove and smirked, "We'll be taking our leave now." Ryoma seemed to be frozen from the moment the man's lustful gaze bore into his own. It was hard for Yukimura to ignore the violent shaking as the stranger stepped closer and even dared to try and touch Ryoma. Yukimura took a step back, bringing Ryoma along with him but the other two male's closed in on them. One man grabbed Ryoma by his arm while the other tried to restrain Yukimura and yank him away from the obviously terrified teen. "Let go of me!" Yukimura jerked his head back against the male's face, when his grip loosened a bit from shock Yukimura slipped from his hold. He wasn't as defenseless as he looked, Sanada had been so over protective enough to teach him a bit of self-defense. The bluenette pivoted on left foot and whirled around to punch the male in his face. "Ryoma!"
Ryoma had snapped out of his stupor when he was grabbed, but he wasn't as calm or even thinking at all like Yukimura. The male was frantically trying to fight the male off him; punching, slapping, biting, kicking, he was doing any and everything and yet he found he could not escape his captor. The man eventually caught his arms, once Ryoma wore himself out with his struggling, and kicked his legs from under the smaller male which by that point it was too easy to get Ryoma pinned underneath him. "Let go.." His breath haggard, his words barely made it above a whisper and his body shook with terror.
Ryoma didn't know how he'd gotten into this situations. Well he sort of did, it was his big mouth's fault but as for exactly what was happening at that moment...he was lost. No one had told him about this kind of thing. He wasn't an ignorant kid, he knew what sex was and he knew adults without many goals found lots of ways to do it. He'd figured one day he'd get married and do it too. But no one had told him that this could happen to him. He wasn't like other boys. He didn't care about girls or guys or sex, all he wanted and liked was tennis. But now even tennis seemed very wrong.
The noises Ryoma made he didn't want to make, but he couldn't help himself. The man on top of him just kept going, breaking into him with hard unforgiving thrusts. His sweaty hand wandered around his body and touched places Ryoma had never thought to touch in this way. He didn't know a guy could feel this way until now. He knew that girls felt really good during set, but…he didn't know his body could feel like this. He didn't like it. His whole body ached from the abuse and yet he could not quiet himself or find the words to protest. He felt disgusted.
"Now, it's time for your tennis lesson Ryoma" The man snickered as he let Ryoma's body slump to the floor. Ryoma could only curl up in a ball, as the taller man who'd finished having his fun with the samurai's son served a tennis ball aimed directly at his face. Again, tennis was beginning to feel very wrong as the two males served balls with all their might at him. "Let's see the big shot return our amateur serves now!"
"Ryoma…Ryoma, wake up." Yukimura soft voice broke through. Ryoma groaned softly, forcing his eyes open. He remembered almost instantly that they were in danger. "Calm down, Ryoma. We're fine now." Yukimura sighed as Ryoma began to struggle. They were headed down a hill and heading towards the park exit. Ryoma blinked in confusing, looking from Yukimura's jacket that had been draped over his body and then up at Yukimura. "I suppose you're wondering what happened?" Yukimura suggested as he glanced down at Ryoma. When the male nodded he continued, "Well, you passed out when one of those idiots had pinned up down. They've been disposed of so we're alright. That's pretty much it, you've have been out for too long."
Ryoma nodded slowly. He wasn't sure what to say and everything just after sitting on the bench with Yukimura to know was a blur. "Are…are you ok? There was three of them right?" He murmured. "You can put me down now too, I can walk."
Yukimura would have loved to insist on carrying Ryoma further. The time he had been knocked out, the boy was anything but at peace. He'd been crying and whimpering the entire time and even know that he was awake he still looked out of it. But, Yukimura wasn't doing to well either. He was exhausted from fighting, and it wasn't even like he won. By chance a few people had wandered into the area so the three attackers had made a run for it. The two of them got lucky. Then Ryoma had his jacket. "Ah, I'm a bit tired." Yukimura reluctantly let Ryoma down so he could walk once they reached the park exit. His body felt relieved from the loss of the extra weight but still, "I suppose I'm never really going to be over this." He sighed as he leaned against the nearest building for support. His breaths were quick and shallow, and his face was flushed.
Ryoma swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched Yukimura stagger over to the building. He was still shaken, but he pushed the feeling away and quickly moved to Yukimura's side. "Lean on me, we need to get you to a doctor." Ryoma helped Yukimura to prop himself up against him. He brought his hand to the other's cheek and felt down his neck, "You're burning up…we're going to the hospital." He informed. Yukimura could only nodded, not even having the breath to speak.
"Yukimura-san, who should I call?" Ryoma asked. Surely there was somebody he should be calling once they got to the hospital to take care of Yukimura. "Yukimura-san?" Ryoma glanced over at the blue haired male only to find he had passed out. "Oh shit," Ryoma knelt down. He couldn't just drag the other all the way across down, even if he carried him it wouldn't work out on the subway or bus. The male propped Yukimura up against the building he was leaning on before and sat down next to him. The blue haired male's head lolled to the side, landing on Ryoma's shoulder as the boy dialed 911.
It'd felt like long hours waiting there on the sidewalk. People just passed by without a second glance at them, even with Ryoma's wide panicked eyes and his pleading for Yukimura's life to not be endangered. And now in the hospital he found himself in a similar situation, only this time Yukimura was in a professional's care and he had the attention of Fuji, who had a look of both worry and sympathy mixed together for both Yukimura and Ryoma, a certain doctor of Ryoma's who's gaze would probably send him to the grave if he met it, a stoic and familiar looking café manager who was currently gripping the hand of a very irate and expensive looking silver haired male who was yelling into a cellphone about suing the city park and anyone who was there between 12:30 and 2:00.
"Keigo, please, not now we're in a hospital. You need to be respectful of the other families in waiting." Sanada pleaded. But it was to no avil. The sliver haired, violet eyed man just scowled at his lover. Thankfully he had hung up the phone but then he set his sights on Ryoma. The ex-tennis player cringed under the accusing glare.
"And why is he still here? That little menace has caused enough trouble for us." Atobe growled. "Honestly, how dare he show his face to us? He left Seiichi to defend the both of them by himself. Has the nerve to expose Seiichi to the cold and then doesn't even properly handle getting him to the hospital in a timely manner. Not to mention he's been seducing Syuusuke." At this point Atobe had had it with Ryoma. He was just beginning to think that perhaps the boy was just a passing thing, which he was only being paranoid about the potential threat the boy posed to his relationships. Once he'd patched things up with Fuji, everything was set to be ok again. But then, this happened and Ryoma played a part in things falling apart again. However, this time at least he had a chance to confront the golden eyed boy and wrap up all the loose ends. "You do realize this is your fault, correct?"
Ryoma, whom would have been willing to say that some of this was his fault, did not enjoy being yelled at by some monkey in a suit. Before he could open his mouth to argue however, Fuji cut him off and was then followed by Sanada.
"Keigo, Seiichi acts according to his own desires. You know that. And, that type of situation is stressful…people react differently. If he had control over it, I don't think he would have chosen to pass out and let Seiichi go at it on his own."
Sanada nodded and then sighed, "That is correct. The only ones at fault, at least from Echizen's story…would be the thugs who attacked them. And I'm sure Seiichi was well aware that he was lacking the appropriate attire for the weather to begin with."
"By the way Kei, what gives you the impression that Ryoma is or was seducing me?" Fuji asked curiously, his eyes flashing open dangerously as he awaited an answer.
Tezuka had decided to answer that. "Keigo had caught you and Echizen-san outside of a restaurant apparently hugging a few weeks back."
"Ah, I see then." Fuji murmured. Suddenly it became clear why the both of them, Tezuka and Atobe, had smothered him ever since that time. A sigh passed the photographer's lips as he shook his head. "Why didn't you just ask me about it? Ryoma is a friend of my younger brother's. He had just come back to town around that time and we went out to catch up. Things got a bit emotional so I hugged him for support reasons. So Mitsu could you please stop glaring at him now? He's already shaken up."
Tezuka looked skeptical. He didn't have the gall or the proof to call Fuji a liar but he did feel like there was more to this than the brunette was letting on. "Gen, it looks as if you're the only one who doesn't know him then?" Tezuka finally tore his gaze away from the boy and turned to Sanada.
"Actually, he is a customer at the café. I've only seen him once there but Yukimura's gotten to know him a bit since then." Sanada murmured. Of course he knew Yukimura hadn't gotten to far into knowing Ryoma but he knew that if he didn't say something like that Atobe and Tezuka would eat this boy alive and he didn't deserve that. Unfortunately all five of them had bad tempers and could hold a mean grudge. So even if Ryoma checked out for not having an affair with Fuji, he was involved in the mess with Yukimura and so Tezuka and Atobe would continue to not like him. "And how do you know him Kunimitsu?"
"I'm his doctor at the clinic, he attends physical therapy there." Tezuka's gaze traveled back to Ryoma, taking a glance at his mud caked cast. "I suppose you wouldn't be very useful in a fight."
Ryoma felt very small at the moment. He wished that the ground would open up and swallow him just so he wouldn't have to deal with being blamed for Yukimura being in the hospital. He knew he sucked for passing out, for not fighting harder even if he was in a cast. All he could remember was overwhelming fear and pain. He didn't really care to much as they went through how everyone knew him, and he didn't dare try to piece together who Fuji was with or anything like that. After Tezuka's glare subsided, Ryoma just stared at the tiles of the floor.
"Yukimura-san is ready for visitors, but it must be one at a time." A plump happy looking nurse spoke as she approached the group. Her chipper mood was burst by Atobe however. The man dragged Sanada along and Tezuka wordlessly stood up and followed them. The nurse looked ready to protest but Fuji placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Those three aren't going to listen to anyone right now. And besides, the sliver haired one is Atobe Keigo, he owns this hospital anyway." He assured, flashing the woman a soft weary smile before moving to sit back down by Ryoma.
"Aren't you going to check on Yukimura?" Ryoma murmured. He didn't even fight as Fuji wrapped and arm around his shoulder and pulled him into his chest.
"Will you go too?" Fuji asked softly.
"The monkey king already said I wasn't allowed to see him earlier remember?"
Fuji didn't know whether to laugh or feel annoyed that Ryoma insulted his lover with such a clever nickname, "Then I'll stay with you. Yukimura would understand."
"How do you know what Yukimura would want for some stranger?" Ryoma sighed, trying his hardest to keep holding back. He didn't want to break down here. He just wanted to go home and hold Karupin, and drown in his emotions in solitude where he wouldn't be questioned or judged.
"Because Yukimura doesn't defend strangers. And because you were attacked too. You're scared and hurting too."