Title: The Second Meeting: The Kiss
Pairing: Yagyuu x Oshitari
Disclaimer: not mine, cool? cool.

Oshitari inwardly cursed his family for their timing. It would seem they'd just returned from wherever they'd gone for the day. "Come, let's go talk in my room," he said. Yagyuu nodded and silently followed him upstairs. "Sorry for the mess; just have a seat wherever." Oshitari said politely, knowing his room was as spotless as possible. He himself sat down in his desk chair, one leg tucked under his chin, arms hugging it close. Yagyuu sat facing him on the floor, back resting against his bed. Silence reigned again, as Oshitari watched his clock tick away the seconds.

"I didn't think it'd be wise to let you go with the wrong impression," Yagyuu finally spoke.

"What impression?"

"That Niou and I had something."

"Yagyuu, do I look stupid to you? What else could that have meant?"

"I talked to him right after you left," Yagyuu said. "He claims he did that on impulse."

"And I'm supposed to believe that."

"I think Niou's going through some tough times."

"So he kisses you when he has troubles. Right after you and he both win your matches."

"No. That was the first time that has ever happened."

"Then -"

"Oshitari," Yagyuu cut him off. They looked at each other, silently. "That's a pretty flower," Yagyuu finally commented. Oshitari turned to follow his gaze – Yagyuu was looking at the gardenia his sister had dried one summer and given him. He wasn't sure what that had to do with anything, but wasn't really in the mood to be contrary anymore.

"My sister cut it off the neighbor's bush when I was six," he said. "She dried it in salt or something and gave it to me, and told me it would last forever. That was the last summer we actually liked each other." Yagyuu had been the first of his visitors to mention the flower - no one else had ever bothered noticing the things he'd valued. He was sure that if he'd asked Atobe or Gakuto about a flower in his room, they'd both reply 'what flower?'

"What happened?"

"She entered middle school. Started liking boys, and going out with her friends, and said I was an annoying brat."

Yagyuu chuckled gently. Oshitari felt that sound to be somewhat comforting. Peaceful. "You know, I think you're sort of like a gardenia."

"Excuse me?"

"Yuushi! We're going out for dinner!" A girl's voice spoke right outside his door. His sister stuck her head in without any regard for his privacy. Upon seeing Yagyuu looking at her, she paused. "Oh, didn't know you had a friend over."

"It's all right, I should be leaving anyway," Yagyuu said, standing up.

"Are you sure? You could join us for dinner; the 'rents won't mind," she said, full of sugary politeness. Oshitari wanted to laugh.

"Yea; my family's probably waiting for me already." His sister shrugged, closing the door and leaving them alone. "She seems nice," Yagyuu said, after the sound of her walking down the hallway died.

"Of course she does; you're company," Oshitari murmured.

"How would you feel if she kissed you?" Yagyuu asked out of the blue. "On the forehead or cheek or something."

"What?" Yagyuu didn't respond, knowing that Oshitari's exclamation was merely one of surprise. Sure enough, Oshitari followed up, "Um, kind of weird, I guess - she hasn't since we were still little. But it's OK; she is my sister, after all."

"That's like Niou, to me. And me to him, really. He's just never been one to care for personal space. He even once hugged Sanada."

"You're lying now." Oshitari stood up, walking to his door so he could see Yagyuu out. Yagyuu apparently had other plans.

"Ah. But I'm not," the boy said, holding Oshitari's door closed with one hand. Oshitari turned to ask him what he was doing, but his voice caught in his throat when he saw how close Yagyuu was. "You see, there are different kinds of kisses, Oshitari Yuushi." Oshitari backed against his wall - he did not like the way Yagyuu had just breathed out his name. Yagyuu clearly didn't mind, as he lifted his other hand to rub the backs of gentle fingers against his chin. "This is the kind that didn't happen between me and Niou."

Yagyuu removed his glasses with one hand, and closed the short distance left between their lips. Oshitari's eyes widened slightly when their lips met, staring at Yagyuu's deep brown eyes through his own glasses, blurred black by their proximity and the lack of light in the room. The other boy's moist lips gently pushed at his own dry ones, while his hand moved around to cup his neck. Oshitari's right hand reached out to rest on Yagyuu's arm. Yagyuu stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick at the dip where his mouth was pressed closed, then he opened his mouth and his upper teeth bit down lightly against Oshitari's bottom lip, warm breath exhaling softly around them.

Oshitari's lips parted of their own accord, just when Yagyuu pulled away. He wanted to say something, anything, about why Yagyuu shouldn't have done that or something even more biting, but his mouth refused to comply. This wasn't right; he wasn't supposed to be the one left breathless in a relationship - but he kind of liked it. Yagyuu lips - which he'd just been kissing, his mind poked at him - turned in a small smile as he pushed his glasses back on his face.

He opened the door and walked out, arm accidentally brushing Oshitari's frozen one as he moved past him. "I'll show myself out," he whispered, leaving Oshitari leaning against his wall, unable to command motion from his limb

AKG: thwaps Yagyuu-muse There you happy? You finally kissed Oshitari.
Yagyuu-muse: beams:nods
AKG: .; :sigh: Oh well, if I'm going to go shoujo, I might as well go all out before reining myself back in. XD