A/N: Words spoken in Sign Language will be written in bold letters!
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~~ Somniloquy For The First Time ~~

~~ 8. March, Night ~~

Keigo walked down the stairs, straightened and readied himself to perform the perfect picture of a prince before opening the main door for their new and latest guest. Girls and women were charmed in with his attitude and manners like bees were to flowers. Nearly all female, and even some male, students from Hyotei had their eyes on him and he would admit to everyone who asked him that he loved the feeling of being in the center of attention.

It was probably one thing which he inherited from his parents as both were and always had been surrounded by cameras and reporters. With his father being a successful CEO of an international company and his mother being his assistant, it was to be expected. Keigo had been in the spotlight since he was old and strong enough to walk on his own. At least since his first big party for his seventh birthday, which had been so expensive and had made every child in his neighbourhood jealous at him, was he well known.

People loved and trusted him easily and as soon as they saw his money, his wealth and his outstanding behaviour and looks. Broads were worse than guys. All he needed to do was flirt a little bit and speak to them gently and the women and girls would spit out all the gossips and secrets he wanted to know. He would get every secret and rumour to be revealed and lifted. And he would reveal Echizen Ryoma's secret too. How could it be that a son of a very well-known professional tennis player had only been mentioned once in a magazine? Or how was his strange behavior to be explained?

All Keigo would need to do to get this information was to woo his cousin...

Keigo opened the door and smiled his charming smile, greeted the young woman with a light nod. "Ah, there is our special guest. You must be Echizen's beautiful cousin." He opened the door wider and stepped aside gracefully, letting the young woman inside with her large suitcase. He bowed and closed the door softly after she had walked through it, making a grip for the probably heavy suitcase. "Let me carry this for you. It's probably heavy and such a fragile and pretty woman shouldn't carry so heavy things."

She blushed, pink spreading from her neck to her cheeks and up to her ears. A shy and innocent girl, Keigo guessed.

"Thank you and sorry for the trouble. My name is Takeuchi Tsukiko and you're right to assume that I'm Ryoma's cousin. And you are?" The young woman asked as she bowed, nonetheless, her focus rested on something else. She was more interested in her new surroundings, scanning the corridor and looked around nervously as if she was searching for something... or someone. His train of thoughts proved to be correct. "Where is he?"

Keigo suppressed the smirk and snort. "My name is Atobe Keigo and it's a pleasure to meet you. Your cousin is upstairs." He simply nodded his head up the stairs. She nearly flew up as soon as the words sank in, taking each stair hurriedly without taking any more notice of him.

A vein popped up on his right temple. How could she ignore Ore-sama's presence?

It didn't happen very often that he was ignored and received no charmed or impressed response from his opponent. It was all the more frustrating that the young woman didn't even glanced at him another time.

Had she even really looked at him? Certainly not...

She had reacted...

...as if she had already seen his face...

That was the reason! It must be!

His boyfriends must have told her who was coming to this sleepover and she had prepared herself to stay calm and don't push her luck to have time with the great king. Keigo smirked confidently and followed her up the stairs, carrying the heavy luggage. She was shy and it would make sense that she wasn't brave enough to look into his gorgeous eyes.

Damn, the luggage was heavy. If Kabaji hadn't his now married sister coming for a visit, he would have been here with him, carrying this damn suitcase. His loyal friend, bodyguard and servant would have done it gladly for him.

When he finally arrived at the top of the stairs, he was surprised by the sight which confronted him. Tsukiko had stopped in front of the slightly opened door, taking a deep breath before entering the room, just so to stop once again, frozen on the spot.

Keigo went past her, wondering what surprised her so much, and walked into the room where his boyfriends and a snoring Jiroh waited for him. He put the suitcase, which certainly had more clothes and other stuff inside than anybody would need for one simple pajama party, to the other bags and turned around to her. "Make yourself comfortable. Feel free to ask the great Ore-sama whenever you need something."

She didn't react to his words, still too shocked from what was going on in front of her. Seeing no chance of getting an answer, Keigo returned to his place next to his boyfriends.

The movie was still playing, showing two guys kissing softly and innocently while eating dinner late at night. Nevertheless, what surprised the diva the most was the sight of the brat. Syusuke sat pretty close, nearly at the edge of the bed and brushed his tender fingers against the brat's hair from time to time, making the youngest teen jolt up by each contact. Keigo would have assumed the brat swung the same way as them and was just too embarrassed to turn around and break the contact entirely. At least, it would have explained the strange expression on the mute's face and the light pink color on his cheeks.

"Hi, nice to see you again." Syusuke said with his blue eyes open and a Cheshire cat like grin on his face, his gaze fixated directly at her. "Make yourself comfortable. We're just watching the movie till the end." The poor girl looked shocked and disbelievingly at the brunette, then to the television and back to them. Keigo almost pitied her. Playing tennis against Syusuke was bad and annoying but being on his bad side as a person was even worse and nerve wrecking.

A small body blocked Keigo's view and hands moved fluently in front of his face. He lifted his magnificent dark orbs and was confronted with a piercing glare coming from a pair of golden eyes. "Ah, what is it brat? You're blocking Ore-sama's sight."

The hands moved again, making the same movements like before. Keigo looked at his boyfriends who looked back at him with raised brows. "What?"

"You can understand him better than us. So what did he say?"

"Kunimitsu, I have told you already I can only understand a little bit. I don't know what he had just said. His hands moved too fast and most of those movements aren't in the books I have read."

"Saa, Keigo, I'm impressed. You're actually studying something so determined without gaining something from it. You do know Ryoma won't change the team, right?"

The brat breathed out deeply and clearly in annoyance, stomped to the television and flicked it out. As soon as the sounds ebbed out and the room darkened by the now not anymore existing lights, Tsukiko entered the room and walked up to her cousin, took his hand in hers and guided him to the furthermost futon, sitting down. Keigo watched the scene with amusement and curiosity.

The brat's eyes were... strange... filled with uncharacteristically strong emotions. His orbs rested on Kunimitsu first, then Syusuke and finally at the diva. Keigo thought for a second to actually see something like a silent cry in those suddenly deep, golden eyes. But it was gone in a blink of an eye. As if it had never been there. The woman leaned over and whispered something in his ear that let his expression change once more. Surprise and something between shock and guilt. Strange...

"Saa, as our quiet guest doesn't want to continue to watch the great movie, I would say let's talk. I'm curious about Ryoma's past." Syusuke's blue ones fixated the woman. "What have you been doing in the States? Are you two really only cousins? How comes there is only one article about you, Ryoma, and nothing else? Why are you mute?"

Syusuke sure as hell did not miss out on anything. "Syu!"

"Mitsu, I'm merely asking the questions which he didn't give us any reply to! So..." Syusuke's gaze hadn't even wavered from those two. The poor girl was beet red in the face and her hand clenched at the brat's shirt.

"We're only cousins and had lived with each other and our...families... since we were in... in kindergarten." Her orbs wandered around the room, though, never paused or stopped by one of them. The brat closed the little bit of space between them, somehow offering support. A smile broke through the uncertainty and radiated over her whole face, reached her now sparkling eyes. "Ryoma had always been by my side. He is a great person, wouldn't lie or break promises."

"That's good to hear but how comes there is no information about him anywhere. He is a very talented tennis player as far as I can see, so how comes there is only one report in a magazine about him? If I remember correctly, then the article was about the youngest tennis player beating someone older who had lot more experience. Surely there should have been more reporters who asked for interviews and further connection with him? Why not?"

"W-w-w-well, there is a reason behind it... eh... Ryoma had trouble with giving the interviews and standing in the center of attention. He doesn't like it."

"Doesn't like it? But it's just tennis where he-"

"He doesn't like it! He doesn't like people butting into his life and past, so stop asking me out about him. He is straight and likes girls!"

Silence. Absolute silence flooded the room. Her sudden outburst was unexpected and judging the brat's expression it was something he hadn't expected as well. Something was fishy...

The door sprung open and in walked Momoshiro with a hand covering his eyes. "Fuji-senpai, I would like to sleep but I can't when I he-"

"Momo." The spiky-haired teen uncovered his eyes and looked at his senpais and around the room, just then noticing the female newcomer. The teen laughed and rubbed his neck in embarrassment. "Hahaha, I didn't know we had a visitor. My name is Momoshiro Takeshi. Nice to meet you." Momoshiro bowed slightly before focusing on his senpais anew. "Oishi-senpai had just called and told me that tomorrow's trip will start a little earlier. Arrival at the camp at nine thirty."

"Saa, then we should make ourselves ready for bed, ne?" The Cheshire cat like grin returned from earlier and Keigo himself shivered from it. It seemed to be even wider and eviler than the last one... "I would say ladies first. The bathroom is downstairs. You can't miss it."

Tsukiko glared at the brunette, nonetheless, stood up, grabbed a small dopp kit out of her large suitcase and walked up next to Momoshiro. She glanced over her shoulder to her cousin and told him something in Sign Language. The brat replied with something which didn't fit her and a short argument broke out. It didn't last long and she stormed out of the room with not so good manners.

"Why not change into our sleepwear while our female guest is out?" Keigo smirked, amused as his boyfriend stripped out of his clothes till he stood there in only a tight pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Kunimitsu followed suit. However, he had a long, dark blue pajama on. Keigo enjoyed the view of his boyfriends undressing in front of him before he, Momoshiro and the brat started to dress up in their nightwear too. Jiroh had changed clothes right after he had entered the house with his captain.

The diva gazed secretly over his right shoulder, watched a certain person change clothes. The brat didn't even care that he was in a room with three gay men, instead, he changed calmly into his light blue pajama, ignoring his surroundings entirely while he looked as if he was deep in thoughts.

It was strange... it didn't fit...

He reacted differently... not the same like he had when his cousin had been sitting next to him...

Or maybe it was just Keigo's imagination?

A massive headache was rolling on.

Sleep...

He needed sleep to think straight and clear again.

~~ 8. March, Late Night ~~

It had taken a bit of time till everybody had found enough space to sleep but it worked out in the end. Keigo was sleeping in his boyfriend's bed with said person. Sadly, the bed wasn't big enough for three people so Kunimitsu slept in one of the extra futons next to the bed. Beside his boyfriend slept the brat with his still pouting cousin who clung to him pretty much. It was a wonder the brat could actually sleep in such an uncomfortable position.

At the end of the room were Jiroh and Momoshiro soundly asleep, snoring lightly. Expect those sounds, the room was quite, everybody was asleep. However, the great king just couldn't.

It was strange... usually he was a fast sleeper but right then... he couldn't rest, couldn't sleep. Counting tennis balls in his mind didn't work either. The bed was small, too hard and worn out for his delicate skin. The pillow was too small and not fluffy enough and the blanket was stiff and not so soft like his favorite at his home. Making himself tired by thinking about the brat and the strange reactions from earlier only brought him a headache.

Perhaps if he thought about tomorrow's master plan he would get tired?

He had planned everything till the littlest detail to start his secret mission. He had one week. A whole week to reach success with it. All three schools had allowed their regulars of each tennis team to enter this special training camp. It would start tomorrow when his limousine would drive in front of this house and pick them all up. He hoped his boyfriends wouldn't take it too badly when they meet the other two guests in the car.

The rustling noises interrupted him in his thoughts and perked his curiosity. Someone was moving, but not moving like turning around to find a better position to sleep in. It was more like someone tried to get rid of the blanket, pushing and struggling with it so strongly but still quietly as to not wake someone up. Keigo scanned the room, the incoming moonlight gave him a clear view, and was greeted by an unexpected sight. The brat, sleepwalking as it seemed, untangled the girl's arm and hands from his shoulder and left arm, tried to get out of this iron-grip with tired and half-hearted attempts. The boy would fall asleep any minute.

Keigo remembered the crooked smile on the brat's face when Tsukiko had claimed to sleep with him in one bed. The agreement had been twisted of some sorts. The reactions didn't fit... why?

Oh man, the headache was back...

"Ryoma?" The name was whispered in a long and sluggish tone, coming from the still sleeping girl. "Don't leave me..."

Had he heard it just right?

The brat stilled, stopped to move and, all of a sudden, looked up and around, taking a couple of deep breaths. His expression was twisted, showing his discord clearly. Keigo lifted his body up, ready to confront the teen. However, he didn't come very far as Syusuke held him down with his hands pressing against his chest, viewed Keigo into his eyes and mouthed silently the word: "Wait".

He hadn't had the chance to ask for what he should wait as Kunimitsu sat up and helped the brat to loosen the grip from his body. The mute's face reflected absolute sleepiness, surprise and an unspoken question.

"We all need sleep for tomorrow's training camp and if you don't get enough it will cause trouble for the whole team." Kunimitsu put the blanket back over Tsukiko's body and pulled Echizen with him to his own futon, covering both bodies with the blanket. Echizen sat there for a second before sleep overtook him and forced him to lie down. Both guys rested with the backside to each other, moving a little to find a comfortable position.

"Good night, Echizen."

Keigo watched his stoic boyfriend glancing over his shoulder, probably waiting for some kind of reaction from the brat. Nothing came.

"He's quite a handful, ne?" Syusuke hushed over Keigo's chest and chuckled lightly. "Maybe we should invite him." The diva groaned quietly and saw his other boyfriend huff in desperation. Their tensai was planning something... Such things never ended good...

"Syusuke, don't you think three are enough in one relationship?"

"Mhm.. good to know you have already thought about him being a part of us, Mitsu. I was actually asking if we should invite him over here more often for sleepovers and such." Keigo burst out laughing as did Syusuke. Kunimitsu had run right into their boyfriend's trap...

"...no more..."

"What?" Keigo asked after he stopped laughing quietly and saw his boyfriends gazing at him confusedly as if he had just said something. "What?!"

"What had you just said, Keigo?"

"Ore-sama hadn't said anything. Ore-sama's voice sounds different and not so light. It was probably the girl sleep talking..." The diva snuggled back to his sleeping position and pulled his sweet and smaller boyfriend close. "We should also sleep and please invite me too for the next time."

He kissed Syusuke on the forehead good night and enjoyed the kiss which Kunimitsu gave him.