Title : College Daze

Author: Shade

Summary: Prince of Tennis characters in college. It's completely AU so I don't want to hear any bitching about it. No tennis unless I feel like making it happen, but I decided, four years of college experience (I sound like Horio) under my belt gave me enough data to actually write this true to life.

Pairings: Multiple. Almost all will be yaoi in nature because I like it that way.

Disclaimer: They aren't mine.

This will be multiple chapters if received well. Constructive Criticism welcome and as always encouragement is always appreciated.

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Inui had figured when he had taken this job it would drive him insane by the end of the year. He was willing to risk it for the extra money, but at this rate it was at least a 76 chance he would be completely crazy by the end of the week.

The knocking on his door was inevitably Momoshiro from down the hall complaining about the noise in the room next to him, like he had done between 1 and 2 in the morning for the past three nights. Inui didn't even bother going to bed anymore because he had grown accustomed to handling the issue and then turning in for the night.

He hadn't predicted he would be having so many problems only 3 days into the semester of his third year of college. Of course he had brought it upon himself by becoming a Resident Assistant (1) so he could have his own room. This of course made him in charge of an entire hallway of lunatics ranging from freshmen to seniors who thought it was fun to do amazingly stupid things at horrendously late hours of the night.

Adjusting his glasses before pulling the door open, Inui gave the boy standing there a level gaze. Black hair disheveled and in nothing but a pair of strangely patterned pajama pants, Momoshiro glared for a moment before opening his mouth to speak.

"Let me guess..." Inui interrupted, "the "idiot" in the next room is playing his music too loud." He held his fingers up in a quotation gesture when he said idiot because it seemed to be Momo's favorite name for the resident in the next room. The younger boy just stared for a moment before nodding dumbly.

Inui sighed and walked down the hallway, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. The redhead that inhabited this particular room seemed to have an explosive temper, so he always tread lightly when handling the nightly two in the morning visit. Luckily his roommate was much easier to deal with and seemed to have a calming effect on the other. He would have to remember to start putting his data books in order for each person, he only had a few started so far.

The music that was blaring out of room 215 shook him out of his reverie and he blinked behind his glasses and vaguely wondered why the people in 217 never complained. He imagined they were probably afraid of getting their heads bitten off by the redhead. Banging on the door unceremoniously and skipping the whole polite knocking that couldn't be heard over the music anyways, Inui took a step back before the door swung open and banged off the closet that was situated directly behind said door.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!? I WAS JUST ABOUT TO BEAT LA SENORITA VIRTUAL (2)...." Kamio shrieked before he registered who was standing at the door and then blinked as he realized it was Inui and not Momoshiro. He bit his lip rather ungracefully and put his hands behind his back. His roommate slipped off his futon and flipped the TV off, sitting back down to watch.

"No need to swear, Kamio-kun. But it would be nice of you would turn down your television so that those of us in the hallway that have early classes can sleep." Inui said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Kamio shouldn't play so late at night.....it disturbs people...but Kamio thinks that DDR is a sport and that it should be played at night because the atmosphere is right...because nighttime is good for DDR for some reason but it says in the warning on the front that you shouldn't do it in the dark because you might slip and fall so it probably isn't a good idea to play at night but Kamio insists that...."

"Shut up Shinji...." Kamio growled, glancing back at his black haired roommate who blinked at him stupidly.

Momoshiro was hovering around his room, waiting for something spectacular to happen, Inui gave him a look and the boy slunk into his room muttering about how annoying redheads were. He waited for the door to click shut before turning back to Kamio.

"If it happens again I'll have to write you up, understood?"

"Hai, Sempai," Kamio sighed softly and bowed before closing the door with a soft click. Inui could hear him ranting at his roommate as he turned and headed down the hallway and back to his room for some much needed sleep. As he reached his room he noticed the door was cracked open slightly and the corner of his mouth upturned in a smile.

He stepped into his room, the only light inside the room was the flying toasters on his screen saver. The soft light illuminated the form curled up on the far side of his bed, leaving him more than adequate space to lie down. Tennis shoes were laid neatly to one side of the door and a small duffle was shoved out of the way so he wouldn't trip on it. His koi was so considerate. Inui decided it was safe to go to sleep and took off his glasses, laying them on the computer desk. He sat down on the edge of his double futon noticing his clock was already set for seven.

Sighing as he stretched out, resting his head beside the other that was already asleep, he rolled over onto his side and slipped his arm around the slim waist. His lips rested against his companion's bared neck and he was lulled to sleep with the others soft breathing, the rise and fall beneath his arm a steady motion drawing him into a deep doze.

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"Where does he get off telling me not to listen to my music, I mean I pay for my damn room, I have rights!" Kamio growled, stalking towards his futon and flopping down on it. He punched the wall for good measure, hoping that Momoshiro had an eight a.m. class tomorrow.

Shinji looked over at him, blinking owlishly, brown eyes waiting for more yelling that would inevitably come. Kamio sat up abruptly and glared, standing and marching over to his stereo. Shinji's eyebrow quirked upwards as he watched Kamio walk across the room and he briefly considered fleeing to his side before this whole war between the walls started again. Though last minute he decided to stay stationary because Kamio's bed was more comfortable. Must be that mattress pad, he'd have to look into one...

"He's not telling me that I can't listen to my music! Yeah!" Kamio agreed with himself heatedly before flipping on the stereo and turning the volume down just enough to be annoying but not enough to be yelled at for. He had recently been downloading American music like mad and the throbbing noise of Garbage' Push It, came thrumming from the speakers.

I was angry when I met you
I think I'm angry still
We can try to talk it over
If you say you'll help me out

The purr of the woman's voice shivered down Shinji's spine and he blinked, looking up at the approaching redhead. Catlike, Kamio stalked towards his bed, single uncovered eye staring at him predatorily, the other hidden by a shock of burgundy hair. So much joy shouldn't be taken out of disturbing the next-door neighbor but Shinji didn't know whether this was good or bad anymore as he was pushed roughly onto his back and straddled.

This is the noise that keeps me awake
My head explodes and my body aches
Push it, make the beats go harder
Push it, make the beats go harder

Kamio made quick work of the t-shirt Shinji had on and flung it in the vicinity of the other boy's side of the room. The rhythm was sinking into Kamio's bones, working its way into his blood stream, forcing his body to move with it. Always a slave to the rhythm his hands worked their way into Shinji's long hair and pulled the others neck back sharply, seeking out the beating pulse fluttering beneath the skin.

Don't worry baby
Don't be uptight
Don't worry baby
We'll stay up all night

When teeth sunk roughly into his neck, Shinji's arm flailed into the wall, thumping loudly and his fingernails ground roughly against the pop tart textured surface. His hips pressed up off the bed and against Kamio's stomach and his other arm held onto the other boy's shoulders. The dark haired boys head turned, seeking the other's lips in desperation, needing something on that ever-talking mouth. The redhead obeyed, releasing the now bruising neck and turning his head to meet those searching lips, sealing the kiss tightly.

C'mon push it, you can do it
C'mon prove it, nothing to it
C'mon use it, let's get through it
C'mon push it, you can do it

The rhythm dragged them down, pulling them into an easy synchronicity.

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Inui jerked awake, blinking at the noise that was radiating from his door. His hand skittered along the top of his desk, searching for the clock, which he promptly knocked to the floor. The upside down numbers declared it was almost four in the morning in their annoyingly bright red light. Shifting abruptly to stand, his bedmate groaned audibly and pulled the pillow over his head, trying to block out the incessant pounding.

Grabbing his glasses, he gracelessly stumbled to the door and pulled it open staring blearily at an equally discombobulated Momoshiro. The boy looked much like Inui felt and he sighed trying to straighten his glasses and adjust to the harsh hallway lighting that was doing it's best to try and burn out his retinas.

"What is the problem now?" the taller boy grated, his voice lost in a sleepy gravel, reminding him just how tired he was and just how early he had to be up for his Physics of Light and Sound class.

"I am so sorry Sempai but if I don't get some sleep...and the pounding and the music and the...Oh My GOD I want to go to bed!!" the boy practically jumped up and down in aggravation, his red rimmed eye testifying to his lack of sleep.

"Okay...okay, I'll handle it, just go back to bed." Inui sighed deeply, trying to collect himself. He shut the door partially behind him and walked down the hallway to Momoshiro's room and waited until the boy went inside before stopping to listen at the room next door. There was definitely thumping, music and some other strange noises radiating from behind the flimsy wooden door.

Sighing yet again he knocked. No answer. He knocked again louder then just opened the door and took a step in. Well, that was a mistake...he stepped back out of the room and stood there, listening to the skittering around and swearing. Eventually Kamio came to the door wrapped in a comforter, eyes glaring out from a hood of purple fabric with musical notes dancing across the surface.

Inui paused, searching for the right thing to say, because it's definitely hard to talk to someone after you just saw them, well, screwing their roommate. At least that is what they appeared to be doing considering wrestling usually involved clothing and how often do people wrestle at four in the morning in their beds.

"Sorry to interrupt but you will be getting written up tomorrow for noise violations. It would be nice if you two would retire for tonight or take your actions to the nearest love hotel, I'm sure you can find a cheap rate in one of our complimentary phonebooks," Inui grated everything out with the precision of a telemarketer and turned on his heals, heading down the hall.

Inui heard the door click shut, knowing there was an 82 chance that Kamio had restrained the urge to slam it. Good thing he resisted that urge because Inui didn't want to have to write the boy up for something else. Personally he didn't want to do all the damn paper work in the first place but if he kept letting him get away with the noise problem he was going to get a bad write up from his Coordinator (3).

He walked into his room and shut the door, crash landing on his bed and thoroughly disrupting the boy already there. Rolling over, squinting, sleepy eyes slit slightly before closing again. A soft hiss escaped the other's lips as he situated himself against the taller boy's side, cuddling closer, head tucked in the crook of Inui's neck. They both dropped off into sleep, sinking like rocks into the ocean of dreams.

Notes:

1Resident Assistants are people who handle entire floors of a hallway in a dorm. These people are the ones you complain to when there are problems. They handle floor meetings and other activities. The also get a room to themselves. Lucky.

2For those who play DDR they understand Kamio's pain in being interrupted when doing well. That f-ing song is impossible.

3Coordinators at the big bosses in the RA business. They handle the entire buildings problems and if you want to complain about an RA you have to go to them.