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Touch of Blue

Part X: Idiot

Something hit him before he could register what it was. A fierce throb burned at the side of his face. Did Kuro just punch him? Already he could feel the flesh start to swell. That'll be bruised by tomorrow morning.

Oikawa snapped to attention. Before he could retaliate, Kuro had grabbed the collar of his shirt and pushed him hard against the wall.

A ferocity burned in the other male's eyes. Silent rage bubbled beneath the posturing.

"You son of a.." He tried to start but the setter cut him off.

"It's funny. You say that you two broke up some time ago. But," He slapped his hand from his shirt roughly. "From where I'm standing it looks like you're still into her." His tone became sharper. Morphing into something he wasn't accustomed to hearing from himself.

He still stood by his accusation. It hadn't taken a genius to figure that out. During that short game last weekend he'd noticed how much Kuro's eyes had followed Kagome. It was in the softness of his voice and that singular moment when he'd touched her. Even if she no longer had feelings for him, the truth of their relationship was clear as day to him.

This guy was still a threat.

Rage burned within Oikawa's veins. He decided to push his limit further.

"Why's that? Your candle still burning even after she dumped you?" He was crossing so many lines right now that he honestly couldn't count them all. He knew that he was fucking up. It'd be a wild guess as to whether Kagome would even want to speak to him after this.

There was a long moment of silence. Fury burned in the other male's eyes, the likes of which he'd never seen before. Apparently he'd struck a chord. His mind warned him to stop but his mouth refused to listen.

"I can see why she wasn't interested." The pit in his stomach coiled tightly. Why couldn't he stop? "Not much to you, is there?" He was fucked. He couldn't just keep his damn mouth closed for five minutes. He could've just played nice for a few minutes. That way this whole thing would've blown over. Iwaizumi was going to be furious with him. At this point, he knew that his friend and Kagome both had every right to be.

The next second Oikawa found the air knocked out of him. He couldn't react fast enough to the attack. The ceiling lights blared down on him from above. When had he gotten knocked down?

The setter didn't give himself time to think. Instead he locked his arms around Kuro's neck and pulled him into a hold from his vulnerable position. It was the only good martial arts move he knew.

There weren't any words spoken. Only the faint recognition of yelling nonsensical noises of fury. Oikawa grunted as the other male's fist came down on his stomach. He tried to hold on but by the second strike his arms loosened just enough for his captive to slip out.

Kuro stood above him. The setter tried to stumble to his feet. Before he could even find his balance, he was thrown against the wall.

"Say it again." The previous captain of Nekoma demanded suddenly. The grip over his shirt tightened; pushing against his collar bone painfully. Oikawa clenched his teeth together. He fucked up.

"What are you waiting for?" Kuro's voice was strong but cold. Vastly different from the snarky attitude he usually wore. "Go ahead. Say it again."

He didn't. What was there to say? He insulted and picked a literal fight with his date's friend. He wasn't going to win in this situation. He royally fucked up. The real question was if his silence could salvage what little remained. He turned his head to the side.

The door to Kagome's dorm swung open. Iwaizumi was the first into the hallway. His friend's eyes surveyed his swelling bruise and Kuro's set expression.

"Couldn't help yourself, could you dumbass?" The young man stepped between them. He offered his previous opponent an apologetic bow. "You have to forgive this idiot. He's impulsive to a 'T' and lacks any sort of tact to buffer his idiocy." Iwaizumi roughly slammed his fist into the back of his head. He didn't bother to complain.

"I'll take him back. Would you mind giving Higurashi our regards?" His friends jabbed a thumb in his direction. "I'll straighten this idiot out."

Iwaizumi swiftly grabbed him by the ear and gave a harsh tug, "Let's go Asskawa." They started the trek back to his dorm, Kuro watching their not so subtle stoically from afar. The man's posture was still stiff; as if he were acting as a brace between himself and Kagome, whom had come out of her doorway partially to see what happened. His eyes couldn't turn away. His feet carried him further down the hall as he spied her palm coming to rest upon Kuro's bicep in a comforting manner.

He was jealous.

It was his major vice in life. He had been jealous of Kageyama back at Kitagawa. Now, he was jealous of the foundation Kuro had with Kagome. He turned his head towards the ground. How could he possibly fix this?

"I told you to make nice with the guy. What'd you do, rub salt in an old wound?" Iwaizumi snorted beside him.

"Yeah, pretty much." Oikawa didn't deny it. What would be the point in that? For now, he could only hope that he hadn't ruined whatever chances he had going for himself.

The hours passed quickly. However each second that ticked by his mind replayed the scenario. Kagome was friends with Kuro. Whereas Kuro was still in love with Kagome. And he'd just had an all out brawl with the guy in the hallway of her dorm. He could have only guessed all the things the he could have said to her in the mean time about their fight.

Iwaizumi left shortly after they'd returned to his place, offering one last Punch to the arm for his idiocy. He was screwed and they both knew it.

So the second he heard Kagome's familiar ring tone, he jumped in surprise. Could it be? Was she calling for an explanation? Was she angry?

Nervousness coiled in his stomach. Taking a deep breath, he answered the phone.

"Oikawa-kun," Her voice was just as soft as it normally was. He tried to reign in his thoughts before they ventured too far. Now was definitely not the time. "Listen, I just talked to Kuro but he hadn't said much about what happened." There was a slight pause. "Did you two get into a fight?"

Oikawa pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Better to be honest then walk himself into hot water with a lie.

"I was an idiot." He didn't mince his words either. "I egged him on when I shouldn't have. Sorry." His voice sounded weak even to himself. He heard her sigh in defeat. He was royally fucked, wasn't he?

"I thought so. Look I'm not going to get involved here. Whatever happened between the two of you should be sorted out by both of you." That declaration came as a slight shock to his system. So she wasn't absolutely furious with him? It was official. This girl was a saint.

"I can't say that I didn't see something like this coming." She seemed a bit resigned and that notion tore at him more than he cared to admit to. "I'm sorry that I wasn't more clear about my history with Kuro. I originally just wanted you two to meet so you wouldn't have felt threatened by him. I guess that method backfired."

She was blaming herself. Worse yet, for his own screw up. If he'd been more confident in their relationship then it wouldn't have happened in the first place. He'd gotten jealous and possessive when he shouldn't have. It was by no means her fault.

"No, that was on me. I could've talked to you about it this week but I didn't. That wasn't your fault." Oikawa tried to put her at ease. Indeed a small laugh came through the other end of the line.

"Alright, if you say so." The setter felt his shoulders relax as the tension in the conversation eased up. "Anyways, if you admit that you caused the fight then you should probably apologize to Kuro. Just give him a couple of days before you approach though. He can have a bit of a temper in these kinds of situations."

He fought the urge to make a snarky comment. He'd save that for when he wasn't at risk of being put out to the dog house.

"I'll keep that in mind."

There was a slight lull in their talk; one he was unaccustomed to. It was like a void sucking the joy he'd felt previously when he'd called her. Oikawa opened his mouth to speak and apparent so did she.

"I…" They echoed at the same time.

"You first!" Kagome laughed.

"Go ahead," The young man smiled. "I like listening to you anyways." It was a small attempt at humor and it worked.

Her laughter became a bit louder, "Alright if you insist." The setter heard her shift around a bit. "For tomorrow, I'm completely free. So what do you say we meet up and talk? We should probably lay out our expectations at the very least. That way we won't have any more surprises in the future."

Oikawa sat up. Now this was a first. He'd dated seriously in high school before. He'd had to make a few compromises along the way but never had they really sat down to discus expectations. What did he want? What did she want? He was suddenly nervous and eager at the same time.

"That sounds fine by me. Oh," He paused for a moment. "Now that we're on the topic, how many ex-boyfriends do you have? Are you friendly with all of them? Who are they?"

"Whoa! I think that's an interrogation!" She laughed again. Internally he cringed at the pointed questioned he just threw at her in rapid fire sequence. How'd he ever get this bad at dating? "Well for starters there's officially only two that I dated seriously. You already met Kuro. The other was a neighbor and yes I'm still on good terms with both of them." Her voice shifted into a teasing note. "So try not to fight everyone, okay? You two created quite the stir this afternoon."

Oikawa rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, "I'll keep that in mind." Two, there were two. He still didn't know the other guy's identity but at this point it didn't matter. He sucked a breath through his lips.

"Hey Kagome," The young man tried to work up his courage. She gave a curious noise on the other end of the line. "Thanks for the invite and, well, sorry for being an idiot. It's apparently a habit of mine." He rubbed the sore spot on his cheek gingerly. "At least that's what Iwa-chan always says."

"You're welcome and don't worry. It's not the first time Kuro's gotten under someone's skin. I'm sure you two were rubbing each other backwards for a bit before the fight." That time she sighed. "Anyways let's talk about it more tomorrow, okay?"

"Sounds good to me. I'll see you then." With that they ended the call.

Oikawa threw himself on his bed. He stared up at the ceiling with his phone still clutched in his hands.

He still had a chance.

A small smile crossed his lips. Now he just had to work harder. Oh, and not pick Kuro apart. That guy could hit like his hands were made of cement!

He closed his eyes. He'd think of a way to properly apologize to both of them tomorrow. He was done being an irrational idiot.