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~~ Don't Tremble, We Are Here ~~

~~ 8. September, Early Morning ~~

His body stiffened, his aching muscles complained furiously, even so, he couldn't loosen up nor could he calm himself down. How many of them were watching him? How much had they heard? Oh no, what if Fuji is one of the people who were awake. Had the tensai felt and noticed his caresses? By the thought of it, the blood spread in his cheeks, coloring the pale skin with a tint of pink. His eyes began to hurt all of a sudden, recognizing that he hadn't blinked for a few minutes. Ryoma's chest was heaving and sinking in a fast rhythm, his breaths were shallow.

The expression on his face must have looked funny or horrified, because Momoshiro's mouth hang a bit too wide open for oxygen and the deep frown between his brows didn't ease the guess. His best friend probably asked himself what was wrong. Had his friend never been deeply in love? Or maybe he was just overreacting? Was that it? The hand on his waist began moving up to his injured spine, drawing little circles on his sensitive skin. Ryoma held his breath by the first contact, shivered uncontrollable in enjoyment and let the warmth seek in. His eyes narrowed softly and when he couldn't bear it any longer, he closed them. His stiff and aching body relaxed unwanted, his inner self calmed down. It was a puzzle for him how the person managed it, he wouldn't ask behind the trick. Maybe it would help him to control the monster better.

Enjoying the tender intimidate from the stranger behind him. He didn't glanced to the other side, frightened to end the magic spell. The hand was large, tender and careful as to not stroke over his wounds. Ryoma guessed it was Fuji or maybe Yukimura. Neither could it be Tezuka or Sanada, he couldn't imagine one of those two stroking him so softly. Well, the diva was left out, the teen heard the snores behind him which came definitely from Atobe. He remembered the one time he had crossed the monkey king's path. The regulars of Hyotei practiced in a big park while the diva snored loudly against a tree with some papers on his lap. The emerald-haired teen had watched him from above the tree, scanning the diva's figure in all places. He would never admit it loudly or tell it the already self-centred monkey king, but Atobe was beautiful and had a great manly body.

At the time he had looked down on his own muscle-less and more feminine body, he felt kind disappointed and jealous. The stranger with the magic hand spoke to him, waited for an answer, but Ryoma couldn't reply. The sensation numbed his ears and brain. What should he say other than how good it felt to be touch so softly and careful with this hand all over his spine.

"Are you afraid of us?" Genichirou asked quietly, not wanting to wake up his three sleeping lovers. Syusuke slept silently and peacefully between him and his youngest would-be lover. He continued to stroke the sore skin on Ryoma's back. Seiichi was also sleeping peacefully on the very end of the bed with Keigo hugging the bluenette and the awake Kunimitsu.

"Haha.. Echizen and being afr-" Momoshiro snickered by the question. His words ceased, the warning glares from Genichirou and his buchou which say so much like 'shut the hell up' or in Kunimitsu's case - 'end the sentence and you'll run laps till you're an old man.' Kunimitsu changed his position, facing Genichirou's backside and also Ryoma's. His purple-haired boyfriend groaned in disagreement, pulling him closer to his broad chest. Genichirou turned around, leaned over Keigo and kissed the brunette gently on the lips, nibbling on the bottom lip for a few seconds. The sound of two lips smacking and nibbling at each other filled the room.

Would Ryoma peek at them? They hoped so. How else could they gain the attention of him?

Ryoma's curiosity made him itchy. The fingertips on his backside had faded away and he wanted to take a look so badly, just taking one peek at them. He felt like some pervert, eager to watch two boys kissing. The teen gazed to his friend - Momoshiro had turned around and had pulled the pillow over his ears. Great, his friend left him alone with them and his insecure mind. What should he do now? He had no clue how to react on all this. What was allowed to do and what not? How far could he go and where was the line which one shoulder never cross?

The curtains blocked his view on the window's reflection. He chewed on his inner cheek, thinking about his next step. Should he try? The teen closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and listened to his heartbeat. Another person stirred behind him, signalled to be awake soon. Perhaps he could risk a glance, really only a fast peek for half a second.

'C'mon you're not so shy on the courts! Be brave!'

His innocent mind shouted and for once in a time, it was right. Why was he so terrified? What bad could happen? The monster seemed to be deep down in his body, he didn't feel anything from it which made him sigh in relief. He took all his braveness, inner strength and power to lift his head a bit and to take a look. He froze. Ryoma stared into a pair of guys who looked at him and a little lower, the teen saw beautiful blue orbs in front of him, perfect to drown in. The eyes seemed sleepy and exhausted, not the shining and teasing eyes he had once seen. He felt discovered when the three stared at him, turned his head to the other side out of reflex. How had they known that he couldn't resist his curiosity?

"Please, don't look away. Look at me." The voice sounded so broken, his chest tightened. Was it the same voice of the Fuji Syusuke, the tensai of Seigaku? "Ryoma." There it was anew. The rapid beating of his heart, the insecurity and the confusing fuzziness in his head. The teen felt every eye on him which made all of it worse. His nerves were high and if it wouldn't stop soon, they would be overloaded.

A different hand rested on his shoulder, stroking his sore skin carefully with the thumb. The fingers were shaking, struggling with itself if they were allowed to move to his neck which they later did. Before knowing it, Ryoma turned around. Greeted by teary blue eyes and a pair of quivering lips meeting his. He recognized it at a later time - the kiss on his lips was a test for him and also for the smaller brunette. He tried his best to reply, to actually kiss back. Nonetheless, Syusuke broke it, smiling truthfully and spoke in his cracked voice.

"You need to practice if you want to beat any of us in it." Syusuke joked and unwanted tears welled out of his eyes. "Hehe, how stupid of me to cry." A pale and slightly trembling hand reached out for him, wiped the tear tracks out of his face. The hand disappeared as soon as it had come. The brunette had hardly noticed the contact. He stared in questioning golden eyes, something glittered in them, the tensai just couldn't understand what exactly it was. Syusuke felt his heart beating strongly in his upper torso. He trembled, and cold sweat pearled southwards his flesh. The fear threatened him, grabbed him hardly. The brown-haired male had no idea why he trembled or feared, because he knew that his youngest lover wouldn't hurt him. Ryoma had felt too much pain as to harm any other person without feeling the pain himself.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" He asked, waited impatiently for the answer. He wanted to touch his new would-be boyfriend, even if he was scared. Scared of the rejection he could get and frightened of the consequents. He couldn't stop shaking, even if he knew that he was safe. The screams from back then still lingered in his wanted to forget, to leave it back. Never remembering it again. Ryoma nodded with his big golden eyes sparkling a bit. The tensai sighed in relief. The pressure on his shoulders got lighter, the weight wasn't so heavy anymore and he could breathe clearly. He struggled and fought his hand up to the neck of his boy, resting it there and feeling the rapid heartbeat of the other.

"Are you nervous because of us being with you?" He asked, watching the small kitten. Genichirou and Kunimitsu smiled a tiny, microscopic smile, directed at the young teen.

The blush crept up to his cheeks and the smaller brunette smiled in genuinely bliss. Ryoma closed his eyes anew, focusing on the sensation all over his neck and hair. The butterflies in his stomach made him smile a little. He liked this feeling. The warmth surrounded him without his knowledge, his hitched breathing calmed down for the nth time, sleep and exhaustion lulled him.

"Don't run away. We're all here for you." Genichirou hushed the words in his ear, reached out for him, touched his temples and caressed his eyelids with his thumb. His other hand rested under Syusuke's neck as a pillow. "A few hours of sleep won't hurt. We should use this chance and rest more." With that, he kissed the mess of light brown hair and slept till the nurse would come rushing in and scolding them for moving the beds and sleeping in the same bed as the patience.

~~ 8. September, Late Morning ~~

As he had thought, the doctor and the nurses scolded them. It all stopped when Keigo snapped and told them about his fabulous and gorgeous self. Not that the diva was self-centered. No, that was an understatement. One of the nurses had talked to Syusuke about the examination. All lovers, excluding Seiichi and Ryoma who were still asleep, were around him and spoke soothing words. Saying they would be here, waiting for him no matter how the result would be. He was glad, his soul a bit healthier. It would take weeks, months before he would be able to forget everything but he had the words of his lovers, they wouldn't leave him behind. It was the opposite, they would pull him with them.

"Are you ready, Fuji-san?" The nurse called Nalia asked and waited patiently at the door frame. The brunette's smiled twitched but reminded on his face and nodded. His boyfriends were the only one he wanted to show his true self. They had seen him crying, sobbing and shouting - entirely broken down in his most miserable form. He wouldn't allow it to show it to any other person. Syusuke followed, every muscle tensed when he entered the room where the doctor was already waiting. The said person's head shot up by the clicking sound of the door shutting, his friendly black eyes sparkled in sympathy and kindness. The blond hair was tied into a pony tail, the glasses hang around his neck by a silver necklace.

"Hello, Fuji-san. Please sit down. I want to discuss everything before I take a closer look at you." The uneasiness, the twist in his stomach and his dry throat made him feel sick. He tried not to show it and hoped the doctor hadn't noticed it yet. The conversation was soon over and the horrific part of the check up overwhelmed him.

'I need to get through it. It's easy. They'll wait no matter what. It's nothing to be afraid of. Everything is going to be fine.'

The brunette repeated those words as a mantra. The examination began.

~~ 8. September, Early Midday ~~

Keigo paused, his eyes flickered briefly to the door, before he paced anew. In exact three minutes and forty-three seconds, he would do it again, like a natural rhythm. The king had done it since the tensai had left. "Keigo, stop it. You make me dizzy and nervous. You have already managed to make Mitsu and Gen edgy."

"How can you be so relaxed? What if he has caught something? A disease which could blow our future out of the window? What if he-"

"Making yourself crazy about something which is only a possibility isn't what we need right now." All eyes were directed at the bluenette. "We all feel stressed and broken but thinking about unnecessary things right now is not what we need."

"So thinking about Syusuke's and our future is unnecessary for you?" The diva screamed back at the bluenette. A dark purple glare pierced against a dark violet one. The stoic duo watched terrified as the two shouted.

"That's not what I mean-"

"You totally mean it, I have understood you-"

"Oblivious you have got it wrong!"

"Ore-sama has-"

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" The room grew tense and silent. Momoshiro had raised his voice, panting by the sudden outburst. The four awake boyfriends had forgotten him, completely. The spiky-haired teen sat up, reached out for his friend's face who stirred awake. Seconds later, he pulled his hand carefully away, showing the tears on his fingertips.

Ryoma was crying unconsciously.

"You said you would bring happiness to him, so why are you fighting in front of him? Haven't you understood your place in his life? You, all of you five together, are the most important people in his life. Even I have understood that a few days ago. And that you're fighting over something like this, Fuji sure is fine, coming back in a few minutes, so why fighting over it?" Small golden eyes opened and stared at him, the gratefulness clearly shown. Momoshiro felt bad for not noticing his best friend's agony. He would do everything to make his little friend - brother - happy, so he could forgive him for all the years of looking back and not understanding his situation.

"Sorry" Both said with their heads bowed. They felt ashamed. How right the power player was. At the same time they apologized, the door creaked open, revealing a tense and shaking Fuji. The door couldn't even shut close, the tensai hadn't said a word - he couldn't as a wailing teen rushed inside.