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What a Drag!

Part Four: In which Atobe buys chocolate, Kirihara does gay and Mizuki is ignored.

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Kirihara was not one happy camper, at all. Not only was he stuck in the current predicament, in a very tight skirt no less, he was now being accompanied to a place he didn't even want to go to with someone who kept nattering on about Fuji Syuusuke.

"--after all, he is my one true rival," Mizuki ended with an amused chuckle

Kirihara couldn't help but notice the sympathetic look Fuji's little brother would cast at him once and a while. It was as if he knew just how much Kirihara was suffering, the brat.

Kirihara returned his look with an intense glare. The boy looked momentarily shocked, but when he regained composure, he puffed out his chest indignantly and snapped his attention away from Kirihara.

His momentary glee was promptly chased away when Mizuki chuckled again at something he had said, Kirihara did not know, nor cared what it was. He shouldn't have agreed to this in the first place. What was he thinking? The confrontation with the duck guy should have been an indication.

St. Rudolph breeds weird people.

"Mizuki-san?"

"Yes, Yuuta-kun," Mizuki snickered.

Was there something really funny going on in that head of his that makes him sound so amused all the time? Kirihara had the sudden mental image of little purple men in tight purple Speedos and couldn't hold back a shudder.

"Isn't that Hyotei's Atobe?" he saw Fuji's little brother pointing to a tall, light-haired boy coming out of one of the chocolate shops across the street. "Funny, I never imagined him to be one with a sweet tooth," he motioned the towering form of Kabaji walking out right after him, carrying what seemed to be a gigantic heart-shaped chocolate bon-bon.

Kirihara's mind was suddenly transported back to the Seigaku-Hyoutei match, watching the scene with Atobe raising Tezuka's hand at the end and smirked. So, that look Fuji shot them did mean something. Or maybe one girl just became the luckiest person on the face of the earth.

…Nah.

This was Atobe Keigo he was talking about, and he was the captain of Hyotei Gakuen; if Shishido and Ootori were any indication…

It was definitely Tezuka. Even Kirihara couldn't deny that the stoic captain was hot. Yukimura-buchou was also hot, but in a different, more effeminate way. Kirihara was also positive that after this he could spend his time kicking back, relax with a six-pack or two, chain-smoke and talk in the more sailorific language he could muster in an attempt to de-effeminate himself as much as he possibly could. He wasn't gay. He wasn't interested in guys…Atobe-san was a very attractive man though.

"Shall we go over and greet him?" Mizuki had his fingers up to his chin, tapping it lightly in contemplation.

Right…as if Kirihara would willingly walk up to the King of Hyotei Gakuen with these bunch of weirdoes.

His thoughts were abruptly halted when he felt a tug on his arm and found himself being dragged over in the direction of Atobe by Mizuki. All he could think of at the moment was that he'd developed a sudden, intense fear of the colour purple.

Mizuki chuckled suddenly, stopping not a few feet behind a long black limo, "Atobe Keigo of Hyotei Gakuen. A pleasure it is."

Atobe immediately turned around and cast a look over the three people standing near his car, "Kabaji, who are these pheasants that dare use Ore-sama's name in the presence of witnesses?"

"Usu."

"Chase them away; Ore-sama has a very important appointment to keep."

"Usu."

Kabaji lumbered over the three people. Yuuta and Kirihara both shrunk back as he came closer, Mizuki, on the other hand, could be labeled the epitome of calmness if it wasn't for the sweat pouring down his face and the twitch that had developed under his left eye.

Kabaji seemed to stall for a moment when his beady eyes came across Kirihara. His parents had taught him to never lay a hand on a girl. He looked torn between Atobe and Kirihara for a second, until the narcissistic boy noticed his hesitance.

"What is it Kabaji?"

Kabaji pointed to Kirihara, who didn't seem to know what to do or say, and could only stand there, dumbfounded.

Atobe raised an eyebrow. "Girl. Grace Ore-sama with your name."

"Err…Kirika…Ayako…" he muttered slowly and unsurely, eyes darting to the towering Kabaji a few times.

"Hn. And what is a girl like you doing with…vagrants like these?"

Kirihara snorted inwardly at the look on Mizuki and Yuuta's face.

Clearing his throat, he spoke in the silkiest and seductive way he could. "These gentlemen were kind enough to accompany me to Seishun Gakuen."

That comment seemed to perk up Atobe's interest. "Is that so? What is it that a girl like you would do with those bunch of riff-rafts from Seigaku."

Kirihara couldn't help but admit that Atobe's mightier than thou attitude was indeed a big turn-on. Okay, so perhaps he wasn't all that 'not gay' as he had earlier expected; how can you not be when you have Yukimura Seiichi for a captain? He was sure the others would agree whole-heartedly.

"I'm going there to have sex with Fuji Syuusuke," mouth blurted out before his mind could even comprehend what those words meant. Okay, so maybe he had been harbouring certain…feelings for the tensai…could anyone blame him? Besides, he'd dug himself in this bottomless pit of self degradation deep enough that it seemed almost impossible to get out. So, might as well get to with a possibility of a high amount of pleasure. After all, what was pain, utter humiliation and disgrace anyway? Niou-sempai was a man-whore, and it doesn't bother him, at least…not yet…Yagyuu-sempai's still hadn't gotten wind of his wicked ways.

Atobe seemed genuinely at a loss of what to say, but somehow, just managed out an almost inaudible; "Ah."

There was silence. Kirihara didn't know what to add to that, Mizuki seemed to be muttering quietly under his breath while the ever suffering Yuuta looked on.

"This reminds me, Kabaji. When we get back, make sure that Hiyoshi has already finished his packing and is ready to go. We don't want the brats to think that Ore-sama isn't a man of his word, ahn?"

"Usu."

Turning to leave, Atobe cast one last long, bemused glance at the straight haired girl and wondering where the heck had he seen her from, he entered his limo; Kabaji's lumbering form entering after him and closing the door with a soft click before the engine revved and pulled away from the sidewalk, leaving Kirihara exasperated, standing to the side and wondering what else would happen to him today, Mizuki nattering to himself (but that was a usual occurrence and neither of his two companions paid any attention to it) and Yuuta torn between being insulted by Atobe's words, or attempting to find a deep, deep hole somewhere in the middle of the Sahara desert where he could hide. Why hadn't he taken up tarot card reading with his sister? It would have been a much safer, and saner activity to be exercised.

Suddenly he heard Mizuki chuckle through the tick that had started beneath his left eye and gave a long, suffering sigh. He wished his aniki would suddenly pop up to save him from these weird people of Japan.

"Yuuta," the sudden, sickly sweet voice called out and he turned around in time to look into the smiling face of his brother.

"Gyaah!" he gave a shout, leaped away from the body and without another look back, ran for the hills.

He missed sanity.

"Ano..." the smile dropped from Fuji's face as he stared at his brother's rapidly disappearing form. "Yuuta?"

" Fuji Syuusuke!" Both Mizuki and Kirihara yelped simultaneously, staring agape at the prodigy.

Fuji turned around, his eyes cracked open a fraction as he looked at the two people before him. Sparing the approaching Mizuki flickering glance, his gaze settled on the skimpy-dressed girl behind him.

" Fuji Syuusuke. What a pleasu--"

"You look very pretty, Kirihara. Is that a new look?" walking past the St. Rudolph manager without an acknowledgement, Fuji came to stand in front of a shocked Kirihara, who could only stare at him dumbfounded.

"Err..." Kirihara stuttered out, gaze shooting between Fuji and Mizuki hoping that the latter hadn't heard what Fuji said. And it seemed he didn't, when the tick reappeared and with an inaudible mutter, Mizuki stomped off in the direction Yuuta had disappeared. Kirihara dropped his head and let out an ever suffering sigh. "You see, it's like this..."

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End Part Four.