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 Seven: Liar.
"Atobe won't be coming again?" Gakuto asked, still panting slightly from the running he did. "And here I thought that egoist will finally show up."
Oshitari looked away from the game between Shishido and Hiyoshi to look at Gakuto, over the frame of his fake glasses. After a moment he returned to the game and nonchalantly answered the red-head. "It's the same thing he always says. Nothing new about that." He pushed up his fake glasses a bit, "Why do you ask Gakuto? You usually don't worry about Atobe being here."
"Am not! He just…" the red-head made a face, "Doesn't seem like himself for the past few days. Thought it had something to do with him showing up, that's all." Gakuto turned around on his heel and walked away. "Maybe I'll play match with Kabaji or something."
"Really…"a sigh, "Atobe sure loves to make my life harder than it already is." Oshitari mutters before looking up again, in time to see the bright yellow ball whiz past Hiyoshi and bounce on his side of the court. "Game, Shishido wins."
Few claps, from the students that still attended the Hyotei middle school, could be heard around the tennis courts. The old regulars came to their school from time to time for a get-together tennis practice and to see each other, as well as teach something to the brats that will hopefully take Hyotei to the Nationals again. Many of them have the abilities to go big, but little of them have the strength to do that.
At least, that's what Keigo says.
"I'll Gekokujou you one day, Shishido-sempai. Mark my words." Hiyoshi muttered to himself and slumped on the small bench next to the courts. He was out of breath and sweat trickled down his face, his right hand's fingers clutched the water bottle and he tried to calm down. "Gekokujou."
Shishido was wiping his face in the towel, brought to him by Ootori, and snickered: "Yeah, yeah… I'll mark them aright. Che." His hair had grown out during this time and now reached his shoulders. Seemed that he was comfortable with this length, or, at least, Ootori said so.
"Atobe's not here?" Shishido asked once the blue cap was back on his head.
Oshitari had entered the fence-surrounded territory at some point after the match and was now checking out his own racquet. He didn't look up, just repeated the same thing again: "Seems like won't be coming today."
"Let me guess – another thing came up?" Shishido asked; mocking the way Keigo usually spoke. "He's probably just skipping again, since he's been nothing but an ass these last few days." Another sarcastic laugh and he was walking out of the court, in the direction of the water taps.
Hiyoshi walked past Oshitari too, the black racquet resting on his shoulder, and he followed Shishido's path. "Maybe it's because of Echizen showing up? Not that I care. I just want to achieve my Gekokujou."
He can be quite sharp, even if he doesn't realize it. Oshitari watched the retreating back of his former kouhai and sighed. And yet, he's still the same. Something that looked like a cross between a smile and a smirk crossed his lips before he walked on his side of the court and got ready to receive Taki's serve.
The room reeked of sex. The heavy air, the stickiness it made them feel and the humid atmosphere from everything that they had done not too long ago. It felt like the air was choking them, the still fresh smells of sweat and semen lingered in it.
One of the two that lied in the bed got up. He was quite tall and the muscles were well developed on his body, shaping his from nicely and making him even more attractive to the other (and the same) gender, together with the nearly black eyes and sharp facial features, covered by the black hair. He was still completely naked and sweaty, adding to the sexiness, seen only to the other occupant of the room.
He moved to the window, gently lifting up the glass frame and letting the fresh breath of the air into the room, pushing the overused one out. He leaned on the windowsill, his hands supporting his weight, and closed his eyes, enjoying the cool breath of wind caressing his face.
"Genichiro…" a voice asked from behind him, "What are you doing?"
The one by the window looked back at the other man, lazily sleeping on the bed and all wrapped in sheets. His right hand was hanging over the side of the bed, fingers resting on the soft carpet, the white bandages slowly slipping off from the palm.
Genichiro blinked and returned to watching the sky. "Nothing. You should re-bandage that, you know. It won't be good if it gets infected, Kunimitsu." He said, still not leaving the window.
"I know." There was a rustle of sheets, "Maybe later." Genichiro could tell that Tezuka was now sitting in his bed and watching his back side. His very low backside.
He sighed, when Tezuka will have enough. Really. "I'm going to the bathroom. Bandage that while I'm not here. Just because it's not hurting anymore, doesn't mean the wound is not there." He grabbed his underwear along the way and shot another glance at his partner.
When he was gone from the room Tezuka got up and went to get his cell phone from the floor and made it come back to life. He pushed some buttons, going though the recent calls, seeing if someone had called him while he was having fun with Sanada. After all, there still was that matter at hand.
He didn't come to any missed calls, though, there was an unread message waiting for him. A small one, explaining everything in simple terms, and didn't go in too many details of the whole thing. It read:
Almost got him, the rich ass showed up and screwed everything up. My nose is bleeding now, so leave me the fuck alone for today.
"Damn it." He growled and didn't bother to reply to one of his pets –Arai. It really was such a pain in the ass, Atobe that is. He showed up in his house, questioned him and even gave him the message that he knows everything about what's going on in his head. "Yeah right."
Maybe, it would be better if he took care of it personally? Nah, it coasted too much, his reputation of the 'perfect captain that got used' will be sort of ruined. Not that it is perfect at the moment, thanks to his preferences in dating.
"Gen, can you hear me?" He called out, letting the sheets loose up around his naked body.
"Yeah." His partner's voice was a little muffled when he spoke, but Tezuka still heard it. "What is it?"
He smirked, "I want another round." He liked the sudden silence that was his answer at the moment. "Are you ready yet, Gen?"
The matter with Echizen could wait a bit; he had much more better and enjoyable things to take a part in waiting. After that, he will decide how to destroy the brat once and for all, if Sanada won't be up for more at that time.
He felt weird.
His head hurt and it felt like he would throw up any given moment, but yet, at the same time… It was like he was floating on something very soft and warm, soothing his tired body and lulling back to sleep. Gently.
He was awake, yes, but his eyelids felt so very, very heavy. Like they were made from some kind of metal; keeping his eyes shut and not letting them open up, to let the light blind him. It was so strange. And so very frightening. Not knowing what's happening and where you are, what will happen to you and who is behind all of this. Probably someone that didn't want him here; there are a lot of those around.
Maybe he should have taken up Atobe's offer for a ride? At least it wouldn't be as pitiful as this situation. Kidnapping in the middle of the day; how pathetic can he get? Did he really deserve all of this, this shame and humiliation and pain and torture? Maybe he really did, he was, after all, nothing more but a damn thief.
Or so they had made him believe.
He groaned lifting his equally heavy arm up to his head and covered his closed eyes; his head was painfully throbbing. Though, his alone time was disturbed rather quickly.
"Echizen, I see that you have woken up. Glad to see that." Keigo's voice registered in Ryoma's tired brains and he groaned again. This was not who he had wanted to hear first thing after waking up in this… Where was he again? "I will have to ask you to remove yourself from the middle of my bed though. I wish to go to sleep soon."
Ryoma jolted up in a sitting positing, but soon regretted doing that. The wave of dizziness that came over him, together with the sickness, was more than he could take at the moment. He swayed and almost fell, but strong arms caught him just in time.
"Watch it." Someone breathed near his ear, tickling the sensitive skin. "Whatever he used on you, it was pretty strong. You should just rest a bit more." Keigo's voice wasn't really gentle or worried, but there weren't the hints of coldness and hate either.
Ryoma calmed his breathing, his eyes half-lidded. "Where am I and why? And why the hell are you with me? The hell happened anyway?" he really was starting to get sick from all of this. "The last thing I remember is some dude attacking me. Ugh…"
"Well.. To make long story short – you got attacked and almost kidnapped, but I came back and saved you." Keigo pulled away from Ryoma and showed the pale youth his bandaged left hand, "This is because of you. Rejoice, I did it for you, that is something to brag about."
Ryoma made a face, "Like hell." He took some deep breaths and moved to get out of the bed. "I'm getting out of here, thanks for saving me; I'll pay you back somehow." He sighed and mumbled, "Damn all of this."
Before his feet could touch the ground something collided with his sore body and he was pushed back into the bed, Keigo's arms holding down his shoulders and not letting him move. Ryoma just blinked up at the rich diva and after the shock had faded away - glared.
"Get off."
Keigo didn't change his expression, just used a little more force in keeping Ryoma down. "No. To let you out in this state? It's like you are walking around with a 'screw me; I'm defenseless' sign on your neck. Think with your head for once in your life." Keigo's eyes narrowed.
"Get off Atobe. I have no wish to stay here. Besides, what do you care what happens to me, aren't I the infamous dick that used the great Seigaku regulars? You're supposed to hate me, not pity." The words dripped with hate and disgust. His eyes shone with such hatred towards the people and world that it almost hurt to watch him.
"Where did the Echizen Ryoma I knew go?" Keigo suddenly asked, his voice almost a whisper, yet sounded so clear and loud, as if he had screamed the words out.
Ryoma looked at him, searching something on his face, or maybe inside himself. His face morphed into the emotionless mask once again, his eyes went dead and he took a small breath. "He died, withered and died."
The silence that was hanging in the air spoke of shock and confusion, so thick that it swallowed up all the other sounds. Keigo released Ryoma's shoulders and stepped away from him, his face unreadable and dark. He waited for Ryoma to sit up again, the latter not looking at the rich man.
"Pathetic." Keigo laughed, "That is just plain pathetic. You should have gone your way, ignoring everyone. Just like you always did." He ran his right hand through the purple locks of hair. "You are pathetic…"
Ryoma clutched the blanket between his fingers. "I don't need you to tell me that, asshole. I know it too well myself. Heh, but what do you, of all people, care? Just like the rest of those damn morons you should just believe what they told you and leave me the fuck alone. Since I didn't ask for this." The last part was nothing more than just a weak whisper, barely choked out.
"But what if I didn't believe Tezuka, what then?" Keigo raised his voice up a few octaves, "Do you honestly think that every single damn one of all the tennis players believe that bullshit? That's why I said that you are pathetic." Keigo saw Ryoma flinch from the way he had talked just now.
The trembling teen shakily stood up and glared daggers at the rich man. "How the hell can I trust you people now, that you have already shown me that you are nothing more than a bunch of motherfucking users!" he grabbed his stuff from the small nightstand next to Keigo's bed and rushed past the owner of the room without sparing him a glance.
"I don't fucking give second chances." He muttered when walking past the rich diva, a slam of the door soon following.
A/N: Well that was an awkward place to end this whole thing. -.-
And I'll tell you one thing - Sanada's and Tezuka's names are a pain in the ass to write. They are long and easy to misspell; I don't like them. And ugh… Sanada doing Tezuka.. Yuck, just yuck. I know they are also a part of OT5, but there are three more, so their dirty little secrets are not brought up too much.
I think I have a trauma now, just thinking about it. And the images.. Oh God. X(
