Author's Note: I'm back. Sorry to all of you for the wait. There won't be much Ryoma this chapter. But he'll be back. Anyway, this chapter has bits of my favorite Hyotei pairings, but they won't be a main part of the story. Sorry to all Shishi/Tori and Naughty Pair fans, I just don't have the time or energy to work with more couples than I already have. Although there will be a new couple established in this chapter . . . though it's sort of a continuation. The rest of this chapter goes to Yuuta-kun.
Disclaimer: The pretty tennis boys are not, in fact, mine. They probably never will be.
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Chapter Five: Fragile as Glass
Summary: YAOI. Atobe begins to discover that he may be in over his head, and that love isn't something you can control.
Pairings: Ryoma/Atobe; slight Shishido/Ohtori (insert fangirl giggle); Yuuta/Mizuki, Yuuta?
Recap of Relationships thus far: Yuuta loves Mizuki (and is currently going out with him (because he's a helpless little uke)) but Mizuki wants Fuji (who was going out with Ryoma but got dumped when he got caught with Mizuki) but Fuji loves Tezuka (who he was going out with before he started dating Ryoma) and Tezuka dated Atobe (who is now sort of dating Ryoma) but now Tezuka just wants his Fuji back.
Atobe Keigo was having the time of his life. Ryoma was writhing under him. Moaning and pleading for him to stop teasing.
"Keigo . . . gasp . . . PLEASE!"
The older boy chuckled and went back to barely trailing his fingers over Ryoma's skin. The younger boy was panting heavily.
"Keigo . . . moan . . . stop . . . gasp . . . stop . . ."
"Stop that!" a voice hissed in Atobe's ear, accompanied by a sharp pain in his shin. The Hyotei captain's eyes snapped open and he saw Shishido Ryou glaring at him from the adjacent desk. Belatedly, he realized that he had been kicked by said doubles player, thus the ache in his lower leg. "Stop what?" he snapped grumpily. Shishido huffed. "Stop doing that in class!" he hissed, with a meaningful glance at Atobe's lap. Atobe realized, to his great embarrassment, that his hand was resting on his thigh and he was sporting a raging hard on. This was doing nothing to improve his mood. He glared right back at the brunette. "Mind your own damn business! You get to fuck your little Choutaru-chan every night!"
It was at this point that Shishido got pissed. "We do not 'fuck'!" He hissed venomously. Atobe snickered, his mood was improving slightly. "Oh that's right. You 'make love'." The doubles player looked like he was dangerously close to deciding to throw caution to the wind and kick Atobe's snobby ass. "Why you arrogant, insensitive, narcissistic, son of a . . ."
"Boys,"
The two tennis players looked towards the front of the room.
"Hai, Sakaki-sensei?" they said together.
The slightly feminine music teacher was smirking at them.
"Is there a problem?" he asked silkily.
"No, Sakaki-sensei." they both mumbled.
"Good." the teacher replied. "Now if we could get back to the lesson?" he continued before droning on about something vaguely related to music, that nobody was particularly interested in.
Atobe sighed. This was going to be a very long day.
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By the time the final bell had rung, Atobe was in a very bad mood. He glanced towards the tennis courts, and kept right on walking. Oshitari could handle practice today. Because Atobe just wasn't in the mood to deal with Shishido, or Taki, or Hiyoshi, or Gakuto, or any number of the only people in this school that had the nerve to not give him proper respect. Gods should be treated as such, and Atobe Keigo was most definitely a god. But right now, he was going to go home, and go to sleep.
Going home, he thought, where there was now no black haired prodigy awaiting him. He had woken up, and Ryoma was gone. And he probably wasn't coming back. It had been a fool's hope that the boy would stay, and Atobe was now regretting not jumping him in the car and getting it over with. Because the King of Hyotei had never been rejected before, and he found that he didn't like the feeling.
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Practice had just ended at Seigaku, and Fuji Syuusuke was not happy. When Ryoma had walked onto the courts, he had completely ignored the tensai. But Fuji had been able to tell that he wasn't angry anymore, which meant only one thing. That Ryoma had found a new boyfriend. Mizuki Hajime, the brunette reflected, was going to suffer.
Fuji walked through the door into his house and glanced into the living room. But found no Yuuta. Raising an eyebrow, he walked upstairs. And found Yuuta's bedroom door hanging wide open. Beginning to worry, he walked inside. There was a thin trail of blood and a pile of splintered wood and glass shards in the middle of the floor, under which lay a torn and tattered picture, of Yuuta and Mizuki, which had been taken the previous summer. The rubble, Fuji realized, was from a picture frame, which had been brutally smashed.
So, his dear brother had found out. Such a mystery, but all in all, Fuji couldn't say that he found himself regretting that particular aspect. The damage had been done, but Fuji was far less worried about his brother than he was his boyfriend.
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Mizuki was straightening up his tie, when he heard the locker room door slam open. He left his office, closing the door and leaving his buchou to put his remaining clothing back on. He walked out into the locker room, and saw Yuuta standing there, looking furious, blood dripping slowly from his left hand. Mizuki's eyes widened.
"Yuuta, what have you done to your hand? You can't play like this!" the black haired manager snapped irritated.
"Is that all you want me for? To beat my brother? Well, you can do it yourself. I'm through with tennis." The other boy said coldly, a barely noticeable hint of fear in his voice.
But notice it Mizuki did.
"Yuuta, what on earth are you talking about?" he said, picking up a clean towel and grabbing at Yuuta's wrist.
Unfortunately for St. Rudolph's manager, it was then that Akazawa had decided to leave.
Yuuta watched the captain walk by, yanking his wrist out of Mizuki's grip.
"How many has it been now, Mizuki-san?" he said, laughing hollowly.
"Yuuta, quit babbling, you're making no sense at all. And I told you to call me Hajime when we're alone." Mizuki said, frowning.
Yuuta shook his head slowly and stepped away from the manager.
"I asked you a question. How many guys have you slept with since you've been dating me?" Yuuta asked coldly.
"I have no idea what you're talking about" the black haired boy said evenly.
In a flash, Yuuta had him pinned against the wall, his nose bleeding from having just been punched.
"I said, how many?" Yuuta repeated dangerously.
"It was eight. Eight or nine." Mizuki said nervously, stuttering a little and closing his eyes.
He felt himself slide to the ground, and opened his eyes. Yuuta was gone.
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Bang Bang Bang . . .
Saeki looked up from his homework. Someone was knocking on the door, hard. He pushed his books away and walked slowly downstairs. It was late, he was home alone, and he had no idea who would be at his door this late at night, but curiosity was getting the better of him.
As he neared the door, the knocking died out. He stopped for a minute, then walked to the door and opened it. Yuuta was slumped over on the steps, soaking wet from the rain and shaking slightly. Eyes wide, Saeki shoved the door the rest of the way open and knelt down.
"Yuuta?"
No response.
"Yuuta, are you okay?"
The boy looked up.
"Saeki-san, what did I do wrong?" Yuuta whispered, barely loud enough to hear.
Saeki sat back.
"Yuuta, what are you talking about?" he said, leaning over towards the younger boy.
"What did I do?" Yuuta whispered again.
Saeki's face creased into a worried frown.
"Yuuta, come inside, you're going to get sick out here." The fair haired boy said softly, gently taking Yuuta's hand and leading him inside.
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Half an hour later, Yuuta was dry and wearing a pair of Saeki's pants and an old t-shirt, both of which were a little big on him. Saeki pulled him gently to sit on the couch beside him, and Yuuta complied, leaning over onto his friend and snuggling against his chest. Smiling bemusedly, Saeki draped an arm over Yuuta's waist and ran a hand through his hair.
"Yuuta?" he said softly, looking down at the boy.
The younger boy just shifted a little, already fast asleep.
Saeki shook his head and flopped back against the arm of the couch. As he was smiling up at the ceiling, absentmindedly running his hand through the brunette's short hair, he heard the phone ring. He groaned and stretched to reach the phone on the table behind him. Picking it up, he held it to his ear.
"Moshi Moshi" he said boredly.
"Saeki, you haven't seen my brother, have you?"
The voice on the other end of the line belonged to the elder Fuji brother, and he sounded more worried than he had in a long time.
"Yeah, he's here." Saeki said.
"But he's already asleep." He added quickly.
"That's fine; I just wanted to make sure he was okay. Take care of him for me for a while?" Fuji asked quietly.
"Of course I will, don't worry about it. I've got it covered." Saeki said.
He heard Fuji thank him quickly before the line went dead. Today had definitely been strange.
To be continued in Chapter Six . . .
Author's Note: There you have it, Saeki/Yuuta. Sorry about the wait, but spring break's next week, I'll try to do more then. Ja!