Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.
A/N: Wow, this chapter took forever to write. Oh well, hope you enjoy!
Okay, so today wasn't so bad Kirihara thought as he sketched in his art pad, sitting cross legged on his bed. Although he didn't have to keep on hitting on me... I mean if he laid off on the whole I'm-so-cool-and-I-know-it attitude, then I guess he'd be alright.
Kirihara looked at his black cat who was sitting by his feet on his bed. "Oh my God!" Kirihara shouted out at his cat who merely blinked at him, "why the hell am I thinking about him?!" Kirihara then hid his face in his hands and groaned.
"It's like this with every cute guy I see, isn't it, Yuu?" Kirihara asked his cat.
Yuu just blinked again and jumped off Kirihara's bed. Kirihara rolled his eyes and looked at the digital clock by his bed.
"Shit!" he yelled as he quickly shot off his bed and into the living room, his sketch long forgotten. "I'm gonna be late..." he mumbled as he shrugged his jacket on, quickly slopping some food into Yuu's cat dish.
Grabbing his keys and mobile phone from the kitchen counter, Kirihara quickly ran out of the door, locking it behind him and sprinted to the staircase of the apartment block. Jumping down two stairs at a time, Kirihara was outside in no time ready to sprint the rest of the way to the coffee shop.
Just as he was about to turn the corner to get to the shop, Kirihara crashed into someone and felt hot liquid spill on his jacket. He looked up and noticed most of it spilt on the owner of the coffee and the ebony haired boy apologized profusely. "Man, I am so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going and I'm late for work and my boss will probably murder me for being late again but even if he isn't there then Riku probably will because she's all bitchy like that and she hates it when-" Kirihara promptly stopped talking to take a breath of air.
The coffee owner was laughing at Kirihara. The smaller boy then looked up to see that he crashed into Niou Masaharu.
I hate you so much, fate. Kirihara said in his head, although on the outside he smiled meekly, putting his hands up in a non defensive way he mumbled another sorry.
"It's alright, kid." Niou said with a lazy smile as he peeled his wet shirt from his skin. "It's just a hot coffee, nothing to worry about." He said with a smirk.
Kirihara glanced away feeling slightly guilt. "Sorry..." he said again. "I'll... I can make it up to you," Kirihara suggested, "if you want..."
Niou looked at the smaller boy with an eyebrow raised, slowly a smirk spread its way on Niou's lips. "Well there is one way you can make it up to me." He said with a sly smirk, icy blue eyes twinkling in the darkening street.
Kirihara gulped and couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the others. "W-what?" he stammered.
Niou happily invaded the smaller boy's space, "Spend the night with me."
Kirihara went wide-eyed and started shaking his head sideways. "Nope, sorry! I have to go to work! So... if you'll excuse me," Kirihara said as he started to walk around the taller boy. "I'm gonna be late if I don't get there soon."
Niou effectively stopped Kirihara by grabbing his arm. "But you said you'd make it up to me." He said with a slight whine, "and, besides, I've got nothing better to do, so I don't see why I can't come to work with you." And then an idea popped into Niou's head, "unless you thought I meant it another way."
Kirihara felt a blush coming over his cheeks.
"Because," Niou continued, leaning in close to Kirihara, "we can spend the night together your way." He purred sticking the tip of his tongue in Kirihara's ear and quickly bringing it back.
Kirihara, who was now red as a tomato, quickly replied back with, "You can come to work with me but that's all!"
To which Niou happily let go of his arm and trailed him the rest of the way there.
Kirihara got an earful from his boss about being late. He had tried to reason; "But, Asamoto-kun, it's entirely his fault I'm late!" Kirihara had said, pointing towards Niou who was sitting down at a table, drinking another coffee.
Although his boss wouldn't have any of it and gave Kirihara a warning
Kirihara then walked out back and quickly ran back to the front of the shop, a pot following him at head level.
"What the hell, Riku!" Kirihara shouted.
Just then, a girl about Kirihara's age with short, shoulder length blond hair came out of the kitchen and began telling Kirihara off for being late again and how she missed an 'oh-so important date with this really hot guy'.
Niou looked on amusedly and continued to sip his coffee. After all the commotion was over and Riku had left, he decided it would be safe to go up to Kirihara and talk with him some more.
"So..." the older boy drawled out, leaning on the counter so he was a little closer to Kirihara, "why are you the one that has to work at night anyway?"
"Because I don't go to school or anything like that," Kirihara mumbled, obviously uninterested in the taller man standing in front of him right now. "Look," Kirihara started, "you don't have to stay here ya know." The ebony haired boy said, finally making eye contact.
Niou kept his eyes locked with Kirihara's for awhile, smirking on the inside when he noticed the blush creeping up on the smaller boys face, he hummed and then walked behind the counter.
Kirihara watched him go into the kitchen and was about to follow when he heard customers come in. He quickly took their order and got everything made, ignoring the smashing sounds in the kitchen behind him as he handed them their coffee saying have a nice night before quickly darting into the kitchen.
The night was a hectic one for Kirihara, first Niou thought he could make some food for himself, but that soon backfired when he realized he didn't even know what most of the equipment in the kitchen did; so he thought he could eat all the leftovers.
Once Kirihara finally got him out of the kitchen, Niou decided that he could help the younger boy make coffee.
The only thing Niou helped with though was carrying the now broken coffee machine to the back and bringing in the other one that was kept in the back for emergencies like that.
The older teen then thought it would be great to play a game of hang-man on the chalk board with all the prices of coffee and food they have. Kirihara was glad he knew most of the prices like the back of his hand.
After destroying the menu, Niou decided to start pulling apart the coffee machine he broke earlier to see how it worked.
Kirihara was not impressed at that. Although he was impressed when it started to work again and didn't make that horrible grinding sound that made his teeth rattle.
Now it was coming up to three in the morning and Kirihara had just made himself another coffee to keep himself awake. He had absolutely no idea how Niou was still awake and buzzing around, happily swapping the pictures around the coffee shop.
"You know..." Niou started once he had finally sat back down behind the counter, all the pictures in the shop mixed around. "We're like opposites." He stated a lazy smile on his face.
Kirihara raised an eyebrow at Niou and took a sip of his coffee. "So what, you think the whole 'Opposites attract' applies to us?" he questioned.
Niou looked at Kirihara and smirked, "That's just a natural conception, Akaya."
Kirihara looked to the front of the store and then back to the blue eyed boy. "Uh-huh..."
"Anyway," Niou said standing up from the stool he was sitting on, "who said anything about me being attracted to you...?" he planted both hands on either side of Kirihara on the counter, trapping the smaller boy between him and the counter.
Kirihara felt his face heating up and quickly tried to keep the blush down, he leaned back a little, biting his bottom lip.
"What's wrong, Akaya?" Niou purred, leaning closer towards Kirihara, their noses only millimetres away from each other, eyes locked, feeling each other's breath on their lips.
Kirihara made a little whimper and looked away slightly, "You-" he couldn't finish off the sentence because Niou had planted his lips over Kirihara's, tongue asking for entrance which Kirihara hesitantly accepted.
Niou couldn't help but think of how good the coffee Kirihara was just drinking tasted like this.
Kirihara just couldn't think.
Until he heard someone behind them clear their throat, Kirihara quickly pushed Niou away and turned around.
"S-satoshi!" Kirihara exclaimed with wide eyes and then quickly looked down, embarrassed that his ex-boyfriend had just seen him like that.
"You seem to be doing fine, Akaya." Satoshi said with a small smile.
"Yeah... yeah... um... Would you like your normal?" Kirihara asked after awhile of stuttering. He risked looking up at Satoshi and saw his face wasn't holding any emotion.
Kirihara didn't know if he should be happy or sad.
"Yes, thanks." Satoshi said politely. He looked at the taller leaning on the wall behind Kirihara and gave a small smile. "I have to pull another all-nighter for a photography exam tomorrow. Thought I might come down and see how you were doing." Satoshi explained as Kirihara made his vanilla latte.
"Oh... I see..." Kirihara mumbled.
There was a tense silence between the two which Niou picked up on. He thought about saying something but decided against it, just in case he upset Kirihara.
Once the green eyed boy handed the coffee over and Satoshi left, Niou couldn't help himself; "What a stuck up jerk!" he exclaimed.
Kirihara looked over at his shoulder and glared at the silver haired boy. He didn't say anything, just went back to staring out the window, looking at the path Satoshi just walked down from.