Pairing: BeKami (Atobe x Kamio)
Warning: Shonen ai, passing reference to alcohol.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I just play.
Tokyo Midnight
Atobe watches the streets fly past as his chauffeur drives him home. Its half past twelve, but the man doesn't question where he's been. He just gets the call to come and pick the young tennis player up no questions asked.
Kamio isn't quite so fortunate, and since recently has had to make do without even the luxury of a bike. He runs if it's raining particularly hard, but otherwise enjoys the long walk home at a strangely leisurely pace that his frantic rhythm would never usually allow.
Atobe arrives home to a huge empty building. His parents are usually out at some function or another, and may have invited him too if he hadn't feigned a head ache. He slips into his room without notice, yet again.
Kamio arrives home to a hand grabbing him and dragging him by his hair into the living room. He has to endure a twenty minute lecture from his father, whose breath smells stale with vodka, about his late nights. Kamio shrugs as he always does, and waits for his father to find something else to yell at before slipping into his room and locking it shut.
Atobe spends nearly an hour getting ready for bed, even though it's already such a late hour and he has tennis practice early the next morning. He showers and then bathes in a bath surrounded by candles and filled with imported salts. He moisturises his body, brushes through his hair and chooses from his grand collection of clothing for the exact shade of night wear he feels like wearing that evening.
Kamio takes a five minute shower in a dingy, badly lit, cramped bathroom. He avoids looking at his miserable reflection in the cracked mirror before drying and shoving on a t-shirt and boxers and then running back to his room before he's caught. His door is then locked once again.
Atobe lounges peacefully on his huge bed, propped up with silk covered pillows and reading lazily from an English novel. His brand new top of the range mobile phone sits upon his bedside table. His gaze keeps drifting over to it.
Kamio, still nervous that his dash may have drawn attention to himself, wraps himself in his single fleece blanket, and grips his shiny flip-mobile (a gift from an anonymous admirer on Valentines Day). He keys in the most familiar number he knows, his hand shaking as his gaze fixes on the door. It's answered on the second ring. "Keigo?"
Atobe would never admit to waiting for a call. Especially not one from Kamio. Considering he had only seen the red head less than two hours before. But he couldn't hide the relief from his voice when Kamio spoke his name, and didn't seem to be crying. Always a plus. "Akira? You're alright?" He had to be sure, anyway.
Kamio smiled as Atobe's velvet smooth voice drifted into his ear. The sound calmed him and he was able to turn away from the door. "Fine…Locked up safely." He smiled, and could almost feel the smile on the other end of the phone.
Neither had yet mustered enough nerve to tell anyone of what they shared. Their midnight kiss was a secret only they knew. And for twenty minutes an evening they were free from the responsibilities of captaincy and heir to the Atobe fortune, or fukoubuchou and a rough family life. Free to be themselves and to be cared for.
For that short time, in the dead of the night, the city belonged to them. The wind blew only for them and the moon shone only for them. It was their secret. Their passion. Their Tokyo Midnight.
Owari
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Completed: 14th March 2007
Mayoki