Pairing: YuuTari. Also ShishiTori.
Disclaimer: not mine, cool? cool.
"Yuushi, have you done the math homework yet?" Gakuto asked in the locker room after practice the next day.
"Yes," he replied, removing his glasses and pulling off his uniform shirt over his head.
"Can I copy it?" Gakuto was staring at him, clearly testing him. Oshitari never let anyone copy his schoolwork, sometimes offering tutoring instead.
"Yes." He reached for his school shirt.
"Can I fuck you?" a different voice popped in, but he didn't notice.
"Yes," he said, at the same time Gakuto reprimanded, "Shishido!"
"What, not like you weren't going there yourself," Shishido responded, walking around the corner from the other side of the row of lockers, having already finished changing.
"Well, yea, but that's different," Gakuto whined. "I wouldn't actually do it." Oshitari put his glasses back on, and, out of habit, neatly folded his tennis uniform. Closing and locking his locker, he grabbed his tennis bag and schoolbag and left the locker room, Gakuto and Shishido still squabbling behind him.
"Oshitari, hold on!" Shishido called. He stopped, waiting for his friend to catch up with him before continuing. "What's gotten into you today? You've been spacing in and out all day."
"Ah."
"And we have sign of intelligent life," Shishido muttered. "Really now, Oshitari. Are you OK? Did you and Yagyuu talk?"
"He kissed me," Oshitari murmured as they left the tennis grounds. Yagyuu's name seemed to wake him from a dream. It was a good thing today was such a routine day, he realized, because he certainly did not remember enough of today's activities for him to have consciously participated in them. He didn't sleep much the night prior, and was still rather tired. Mixed with the confusion (and elation, a voice inside his head said, though he firmly denied its existence) he was feeling, it was a wonder he made it through the day at all.
"Ohhhhh," Shishido smiled. "So do you guys have the next date scheduled yet?"
"No. He left right after." Shishido snickered, and Oshitari glared at him.
"Sorry, it was just a funny image. You must've been just as dazed as you were today!" Oshitari would've normally returned that with some witty quip, but he was still in a pretty good mood, if no longer out of it. Instead, he asked, "So how did things go with Ohtori?"
Shishido calmed immediately. "He wasn't home," he muttered. "His mom said he went for a jog."
"Care to talk about it?" Though he was still riding his high, he felt somewhat curious as to what happened, and obligated to help Shishido. They continued walking, past both of their turns, heading in the direction of a large park about half a mile away from the school.
Slowly, Shishido started talking, describing how Ohtori had talked to him about quitting tennis to focus on the violin. "I was against it - I was stupid. I thought of his leaving tennis as equivalent to him leaving me, because tennis is what we do together, y'know?" Oshitari nodded, silent, knowing how Shishido had a one-track mind sometimes and was slow to accept changes and differences.
"So he asked if tennis was really all we had, and if I just thought of him as a partner. He looked real upset, and I couldn't say anything - didn't know what to say." Shishido paused. The park was deserted. They started walking on one of the paths. "He's not, just a partner, you know? But that's different from saying he's not a partner."
"He's a partner, and so much more," Oshitari filled in.
"Yea. I don't know how to explain that to him, though."
"Shishido, what do you and Ohtori do, as a couple?" he asked. Shishido looked at him questioningly. "I've never done this dating thing," he explained. "So how do you two go about it?"
"I though you went out with Atobe," Shishido looked confused.
"Yea, but that was just him ordering me around. It's different."
Shishido chuckled. "True, I can imagine that happening. Wonder what he does with Jirou. 'I order you to sleep. Oh, you already are. Good boy.'" Oshitari smiled at the idea, but didn't say anything. He didn't exactly want to get onto the topic of Atobe at the moment, and Shishido picked up on that quickly. "Well, we basically just hang out together a lot." Oshitari looked up at the trees overhead as they walked. "I listen to him play his violin sometimes, and we watch movies, and sometimes we do homework together."
"Then, what makes it different from being friends? I mean, you and I have watched movies together, and do homework together, and all that stuff."
Shishido didn't answer immediately. When he did, his voice was quieter, calmer. "I'm not sure. I don't think there is much difference. I do those with Choutarou more than with you, or anyone else, really. And we talk more than with other people - he hasn't told anyone else yet about quitting tennis, so you didn't hear it from me, OK? But it's also OK when we're not talking. I don't need a reason to be with him - just simply being with him is enough reason to be with him, if that makes any sense."
"Strangely, it does," Oshitari muttered.
"Most of all though, I think it's just how we feel. Secure, I think. I know he's always there for me, and I know I'll always be here for him. Friends may come and go - I mean, I don't really talk to Hiyoshi anymore, and I somehow doubt you do, either. Friends try to be around to support each other, but it's not always possible. For Choutarou though, damn this sounds sappy, but I really feel like I'd do anything for him."
Shishido was looking at the ground, and didn't see what Oshitari did. "Shishido," Oshitari waited for his friend to look up at him. Nodding his head in front, he indicated someone in familiar training clothes jogging towards them. "I think this might just be fate, no?" he smiled. Shishido's eyes widened, taking in the silver head, blue and white Hyoutei uniform, tall build.
"Choutarou!" he called. The boy looked up, slowing down as he stared. "Thanks, Oshitari. Good luck," Shishido waved, and ran over to where Ohtori stood, sweat matting his hair down, clearly unsure what he should do. Oshitari smiled at them and turned to go home, not wanting to intrude on their moment, wanting instead to think over Shishido's words.
eyes theme 13 warily that sounds like an invitation for bondage. Comments loved, as usual. Critiques adored. Yep.
No, no kiss this time. I mean, the last piece was titled "The Kiss"... forgive me a chapter. :P