Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.
A/N: Man, I am so sorry to all the people who have told me to update this story. I really have no excuse. But, please do enjoy this chapter!

Kirihara put the cat dish down by his feet and gave Yuu a few strokes before leaving the kitchen. Bobbing his head to the beat of the pop song that was playing, Kirihara curled up on the couch, pulling his sketch pad up to him and started to add the finishing touches to his drawing.

The phone rang.

Kirihara crawled to the other end of the couch and picked up the phone, immediately hearing blared music and too many voices. He brought the phone to his ear and loudly said: "Hello?"

There was a pause on the other end before he recognized Marui's, slightly slurred voice. "Hey! Akaya, where are you, man?!"

Kirihara scanned his living room and smirked slightly. "I'm in my living room Marui-sempai. Where are you?" he asked.

"Oh! Oh I know this one!" Marui exclaimed excitedly. "I'm... I'm... Um... Oh! Jirou's place!"

Kirihara giggled and nodded his head, knowing Marui couldn't see it. "Okay, well done. Gold star for you."

"Fuck I'm awesome." Marui exclaimed, and, from what it sounded like to Kirihara, had another swig of his drink. "So, so, so... You coming 'round?" he asked.

Kirihara heard the music start to die down and figured Marui was moving outside. He looked at the clock hanging above the television and decided he had nothing better to do. He told Marui that he would like to come around, if he had a ride, which promptly sent Marui screaming "Oi, Yukimura! Go pick up Akaya you sober fool!"

Kirihara smiled and hung up the phone, jumping off the couch and into his room; he quickly got ready to go out.

"Hey, thanks for the ride Chi-cha." Kirihara said as they walked into the garage where the music was blasting. It wasn't as big as Kirihara thought. Only twenty or thirty people scattered around inside the garage, just outside where a small outdoor fire had been lit in a cage, and a small handful inside the house.

"No worries." Yukimura said with a smile. "Just find me when you want to go home too. I seem to be the sober drive again." He chuckled.

Kirihara smirked and placed a hand on the taller boy's shoulder. "It's because you're so good at it!" he exclaimed with a boyish smile and then wandered off to find Marui.

Inside the house, in the kitchen, Kirihara found Marui sitting on the bench talking to a few others he recognized. He opened the fridge and grabbed out a bottle of beer, only when he turned around he was tackled by the red head.

"Dude, I thought you weren't, like, coming!" he said a bit too loudly, holding Kirihara by the shoulders.

The ebony haired boy took in the appearance of the older one; flushed cheeks from drinking, shirt a little askew (probably from Jirou), and a shoe missing. Kirihara just flashed a smile and said; "I told you I was coming."

Marui let go of Kirihara and took a step back. "Oh... Jokes..." he mumbled and sat back on the bench like nothing happened.

Kirihara grabbed the bottle opener from the bench and popped open the lid to his beer. He took a swig of it and turned around when he heard his name called out.

"I hear my sister had a go at you." Shishido said as he opened up another bottle himself.

Kirihara smiled and rolled his eyes. "It wasn't even my fault I was late!" he tried explaining himself.

Shishido chuckled and slapped Kirihara on the back. "Sure, man." He said and had a swig of his beer. "You haven't seen Choutarou anywhere, have you?" he asked, his eyes scanning the kitchen.

"Nope, just got here." Kirihara said and then clicked. "You brought Choutarou here?" he asked slightly dumbfounded.

Shishido glared at Kirihara and leaned against the counter. "He wanted to come." He explained, tearing at the labelling on the bottle. "Who was I to deny my precious baby when he wants to lose his party virginity?"

Kirihara chuckled at that and Shishido soon joined in.

"Your 'precious baby' is busy chucking up in my toilet." Jirou said as he staggered in, fake puking as he said it.

Shishido raised an eyebrow and slapped Kirihara on the chest. "He's finally being sick! The kid isn't as much of a light weight as I thought." He said happily before heading off into the direction of the bathroom.

Kirihara felt a little fluffy in the head as he sat down on the couch in the garage, bottle in hand. Grabbing his mobile phone out of his jeans pocket he squinted at the screen as he tried to search for Yukimura's number to ask where he is.

Once he found the number and pressed 'OK' he slowly started to write the message

"Anti-social," someone said as they tapped the screen of the phone.

Kirihara looked at the person sitting on his left only to find it was Niou. He regarded him for a moment and then flipped his phone shut, shoving it back into his pocket. "I'm sorry." Kirihara apologized a little sarcastically.

Niou chuckled and pointed to Kirihara's bottle. "How many?"

Kirihara stared at his bottle and felt a little ashamed that it was only his fifth. So he just shrugged and took another gulp.

Niou smirked and grabbed a cigarette from his jacket pocket. Lighting it up he noticed Kirihara staring at him. Taking a few puffs he offered the smoke to Kirihara who took it and had a few puffs himself before handing it back. Chuckling, the taller one said; "And here I thought you were just an innocent little coffee maker."

"Coffee maker!" Kirihara squawked out, and managed to spill some of his drink on Niou's lap. "Shit, I'm sorry." He said as he started to pat down the Niou's lap. "I'm so sorry!"

Niou flinched and quickly grabbed Kirihara's wrist before he could keep on brushing his crotch. "It's okay, kid."

Kirihara glared at Niou for calling him a kid. "Hey..."

Kirihara groggily rubbed his eyes as he turned over in his bed. His lower back ached with the movement and he wished he couldn't remember last night, but he did.

He remembered asking Niou to drive him home because he couldn't find Yukimura.

He remembered Niou helping him up the stairs so he wouldn't fall and hurt himself.

He remembered inviting Niou in.

He remembered begging, begging Niou to sleep with him.

And now...

Kirihara slowly opened his eyes and saw a glass of water and two pills sitting in front of his clock. After slowly taking the two pills, Kirihara saw that it was only seven o clock. Deciding that he might as well get up now so he can get to the Markets early, he slowly pulled himself out of bed. Grabbing a pair of sweat pants lying aimlessly on his floor he pulled them on and headed for the bathroom, not bothering to look at the mess of clothes by his bed because he knew Niou's wouldn't be there.

Opening his bedroom door, Kirihara really didn't expect to see the scene that he did.

Niou was in his kitchen, leaning on the bench, patting Yuu-chan. Hearing the door open, Niou looked up and greeted Kirihara with his lazy smile; "'Mornin'."

Kirihara rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times.

He's not supposed to be here.

A/N: Kirihara calls Yukimura Chi-cha. Why? Well why not? Although Yukimura only lets Kirihara call him that because Kirihara is cute.