So I had gotten a review, complaining about my little dig on Eiji's personality where he calls Yukimura Yukiko and it kinda pissed me off. I know it's stupid to get mad about that but he did that to Fuji's name in a couple of episodes as a teasing joke, and since Yukimura, like Fuji, looks kind of feminine I figured Eiji would do the same exact thing to him since he doesn't discriminate.
Also, I'm sorry for taking so long to get the second chapter out. I have no excuses except this: I lost interest for a while.
High School of Redemption chapter 2
Clawing at a tan hand wrapped around his neck he struggled in its grip. Unable to take air into his lungs without the possibility of drowning, he continued to scratch at the offending appendage. As his struggles started to cease the hand slowly released its grip, allowing him to rise from his submerged state under the water. Coughs wracked his body as he quickly tried breath oxygen into his lungs before the other young man decided he wanted to see how long he could last underwater again. Feeling the hand slide from his neck down his body, the boy wanted to scream but with his body still deprived of air he couldn't make a sound aside from his coughing. The hand slid lower and lower down his body, over his chest, his stomach, resting at his hip, before sliding down his legs and then back up.
"Come now, Ryoma, you know better than to fight me."
P O N Y A P O N Y A
To the shock of Fuji and Yukimura who were sitting on either side of him, Ryoma slept through all of the classes until the bell for lunch rang. The two had honestly thought we would sleep right through the bell but as soon as it rang he was up and heading for the door. Yukimura, wanting to know more about the boy, stood up along with Fuji and called after the boy.
"Echizen," he called, his soft feminine voice making Ryoma question his gender once again, "come have lunch with us." Fuji chuckled, imagining Ryoma sitting between Tezuka Kunimitsu and Sanada Genichirou.
"That would be interesting," he agreed, repressing his amusement.
"No," was the immediate reply from the boy who wanted nothing more than to check out the pristine tennis courts on the other side of campus, far, far, away from these two annoying young men.
"Well you could always be followed around by the potential stalkers instead." Yukimura stated, smiling brighter when Ryoma took a look around the room to notice all of the students staring at him like they wanted to eat him. And yet the answer remained the same.
"No." He left, not turning back when Fuji called out his name, and completely missed the smiles on the two, unknown to him, sadists' faces.
The two turned to smile at one another, a look of amusement on their faces as they re-evaluated Ryoma from the time he walked in to the time he left just moments ago.
"I would love to tame him," Fuji stated, his eyes opening the slightest tad, revealing the shine of unadulterated want in their deep cerulean depths, "wouldn't you?" Yukimura didn't answer, a small smile flitting across his lips as he stared at the door Ryoma left from.
P O N Y A P O N Y A
Though he hated to admit it, the two boys who were probably going to make his school life a living hell were right about the stalkers. They hid away at a distance but without the quiet necessity that stealth required it was easy to figure out they were there. It wasn't hard to lose them, thankfully, because of the many years of practice. Now then, he thought, pulling on his most treasured possession; a white Fila cap with the letter 'R' colored in red. Let's find those courts.
As he strolled across the darkened rustic brown of the brick walk way, Ryoma couldn't help but yawn. Such a peaceful day, all sunshine and imaginary rainbows momentarily flitting across his vision, even though he knew it was an illusion of content. Deep inside he knew he would never feel the same calm and tranquility everyone else did on days like this, where the sun baked your skin to comfortable warmth with its golden rays of heat. Ryoma was so transfixed with his thoughts he vaguely recognized the sharp white and green of tennis courts, the very ones he was looking for. Unable to fight the longing welling up to the brink inside him, Ryoma gripped the chain link metal fence with all of his strength.
Whistling a soft tune only he knew, Momoshiro Takashi made his way across the walkway, cutting across the path leading through the tennis courts to get back to the school building. It was there he saw a young boy, his hands holding onto the metal of the fence. Stopping his whistling, since it appeared the boy didn't hear him yet, Momoshiro quietly walked closer to get a better look at the boy. Silky looking black hair tinted with a dark green that blended together nicely underneath a white cap, lightly tanned skin stretching across a lithe body, and his eye, a bright cat like golden color laced with untainted want. He was slightly curious about the reason why there was an eye patch over his left eye. Even though it was a boy he was looking at, Momoshiro couldn't help but think he was beautiful.
He stood there, hoping the boy would turn and look at him, hoping that the boy wouldn't notice him so he could watch him longer. With his thoughts in conflict, Momoshiro didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed when those golden eye flickered over to his direction, the emotion he saw in them evaporating from their depths, leaving eye that have seen far too much for their short life.
"Freshmen try-outs are already over." Momoshiro said, staring into the boy's eye. He wondered if his eyes had played tricks on him about the boys' earlier expression when he saw the blank expression and darkened eye. "You'll have to wait until next year if you want to join the team."
The boy stared at him, looking up with slightly hooded eye because of the caps brim, a smirk forming on his light pink lips. "It's a good thing I'm not a freshmen then." Momoshiro blinked, looking the boy up and down. He looked like a freshmen to his violet eyes.
Momoshiro, still thinking about the boys' height as well as his slight baby face asked, "Are you from the middle school then?" A shake of the head was his answer, and then that voice spoke again. A slightly boyish kind of voice that was still a little deep.
"Third year." With only those two words the boy walked off, away from the fence, the courts, and Momoshiro who was rooted to the spot could only stare after him in disbelief.
"He has to be a freshmen or something."
Okay I'm sorry. I know I said I'd be trying to make the chapters longer but since I'm technically trying to re-write the chapters now instead of skirting around the edges and only doing half of them, this took longer than I thought since I had to review the original chapter so many times and figure out what exactly was going to change. Sorry everyone~!