Warnings: Definite slash, though not explicit. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Disclaimer: Original names, characters and places don't belong to me. I don't own anything except the general ridiculous plot-less plot and OC(s), if any. Yadablah.

Platinum "Firsts"

ONE. First Choice/Decision

"It was the best decision I made." Yagyuu suddenly voiced in one of their quiet moments. He clarified. "Acting on impulse and agreeing to join the tennis team, following the basic attraction I felt to you."

Niou smirked. "And mine was acting the fact I felt you were hot and therefore dragging you into tennis."

TWO. First Illness

There were many who viewed Masaharu as a disease that had corrupted him from who he was. Hiroshi thought they couldn't be any further from the truth. With 'Haru and their plans, he actually felt free without compromising – much.

THREE. First Party

At the celebratory party for winning Nationals at the end of second year, Niou and Marui spiked the punch, incapacitating the Three Demons of Low Alcohol Tolerance. Jackal had steered Akaya clear.

In the junior's opinion, it was unfortunate. Else perhaps the image of Doubles 1 of Rikkaidai making out drunkenly wouldn't have been seared to his retina to this day.

FOUR. First Interlude

"It's no fun without you here." Niou sulked. "Pranks don't go down as well."

Yagyuu sighed, exasperation written over his face even though the poor quality webcam. "You know this business trip at Chichiue's behest can't be helped, 'Haru. Stay out of trouble till I get back. It's just 2 more days."

"I'll stay out of it till you can bail me out." The Trickster had grudgingly replied after a penetrating stare from his doubles partner and (now) boyfriend.

Two days later, Yagyuu landed in Japan only to receive a call from the local police regarding one Niou Masaharu sitting in their cell, singing '999 Bottles of Beer on the Wall,' waiting for his boyfriend to bail him out.

FIVE. First Tears

"I hate you!" He burst out. Niou blanched as tears began to trial down the Gentleman's cheeks.

He panicked.

That is, until he counterpart raised his head to smirk, voice dropping lower with every word. "Stage makeup. I win our bet. You're so my slave in every sense of the word, 'Haru."

Ending A/N: And so we've come to the end of this pet project of mine, with the pairing that inspired it to begin with. I believe baby sis and I were talking about Platinum Roses (for what reason I can't remember). It reminded me of Platinum Pair and roses were just cliched. So I wondered how relationships could be non-cliche and cliche in various areas. Drabbles were so that I couldn't spin off too far and lose myself into another fic, while the multiple pairings were just for the exercise. It has been an interesting run with this, and I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed forcing myself to write it.

Thanks for the lovely reviews, alerts, and favorites along the course of this fic that have kept me writing. I'll always be glad to hear any feedback, so just press the pretty review button or PM me, even if it's ages after this thing has finished.

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