Pairing: YuuTari
Disclaimer: not mine, cool? cool.
While waiting for Yagyuu, Oshitari called his parents to inform them that he was going to take a friend around Tokyo for a while and would probably eat out. They never minded what he did, as long as he had his homework done and had his cell phone on so they could reach him if necessary. His mother even told him to invite his friend over afterwards.
When Yagyuu arrived, neither of them said anything. Both of them wondered exactly what Yagyuu had been thinking, coming to Tokyo on a whim like that, but neither wished for things to be any different. "Are you hungry?" Oshitari asked, after they'd been walking around the streets of Shibuya for the better part of half an hour. It was long past his usual dinnertime, though the summer sun still lingered in the sky, bravely fighting the dark night sky with a brilliant palette of burning colors.
"Actually, I am," Yagyuu replied, voice containing a wisp of surprise, as if he hadn't realized he was hungry until Oshitari mentioned it. "Do you know of any good restaurants around here?"
Oshitari smiled, knowing just the right place. "Follow me - you don't mind American-style food, do you?" Yagyuu shook his head, looking slightly amused. Oshitari decided he would thoroughly enjoy himself today. As they headed towards Ohtori's favorite restaurant, Oshitari regaled Yagyuu with tales of previous Shibuya excursions. He described the time Ohtori was stopped by some modeling scout, which resulted in Shishido frightening away the poor woman with a bombardment of questions about the agency and Atobe's subsequent tirade about how the scout must have been fake or blind, because how could a real scout want Ohtori instead of ore-sama himself? Jirou had to finally pacify him by saying that maybe the nice lady was too scared to talk to Atobe-sama.
Since they'd first started dating, Oshitari had noticed that Yagyuu very rarely let loose and expressed his emotions straight out - in fact, he never did. Maybe it was the situation, maybe they had reached some new point in their relationship, but whatever it was, Yagyuu had given an earnest, albeit short, laugh at the story, and was wearing an honest smile by the time they reached the restaurant, The Red House. "What do you think?" he asked, when they were seated in a quiet, corner booth and looking at the menus. True to its name, the restaurant had red-painted pillars and support beams. While the menu was distinctly Western, the restaurant itself looked very traditionally Chinese.
"Fancy," Yagyuu murmured, eyebrows slightly raised as he looked over the menu. "I knew Americans didn't always eat hamburgers and pizza, but these dishes actually look somewhat refined."
"Yea, I was surprised the first time Ohtori dragged us here, also. He isn't usually a pushy person, but he practically demanded that we come here once." Oshitari barely glanced over the menu before knowing what he wanted. Instead, he studied the way the light from the candle in the middle of their table flickered and danced over Yagyuu's face. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Yagyuu folded his menu and set it down.
"So Ohtori-san introduced you to this place? I don't know him very well, but he does seem to be the type who would like quiet places like this." Yagyuu pushed his glasses up a bit, sat back and folded his hands on the table.
"I suppose. He's always been the most Westernized out of all of us - there's even a rumor saying that he might study abroad next year. He said his dad took him here; apparently it's a sister store of one in Shanghai." They gave the waiter their orders, and waited until he was out of earshot before continuing their conversation.
"That waiter was hot," Yagyuu pointed out. Oshitari, having just swallowed a drink of water, actually spluttered, which caused Yagyuu to grin as he leaned forward. Oshitari wondered if Yagyuu was testing him, or if he really thought that... little boy, really, was hot. He decided it was better to play along and see.
"I'm offended." Before, well, before "teenage troubles" started affecting his life, Oshitari Yuushi had always been a calm and cool guy, with a wit quick enough to challenge even the best of seventeenth century noblemen. Some of that seemed to be making a comeback. He raised an eyebrow, invoking a holier-than-thou tone. "You have poor taste."
"Do I now? What about you then?" Yagyuu had sufficiently pinned Oshitari against a rock and a hard spot - he would either have to acknowledge that his taste was as poor as Yagyuu's, or praise Yagyuu. He came to a quick decision while the waiter in question returned to set down their drinks - green tea for himself, black for Yagyuu.
"Unfortunately, I seem to have better taste than you." Oshitari took a sip of the cool green liquid. It was strong and bitter - from China, probably - just how he liked it. He watched Yagyuu for any reactions, wondering if he'd said the right thing.
Yagyuu tasted his own tea, making a pleased expression at its quality, before pressing, "Prove it. Name the hottest guy on the circuit."
Oshitari's next breath was half guffaw, half snicker. He was supposed to tell his boyfriend who he thought was hot? This could get interesting. His mind quickly shuffled through all the players he and Atobe had ever talked about, both as tennis players and as boys interested in, well, boys. He quickly came to a decision as he recalled something Atobe once said, and his mouth twisted into a smirk. "Sanada Genichirou. You?"
Without skipping a beat, Yagyuu leaned over the table (including the candle, a corner of Oshitari's brain worried), and breathed, "You." He snuck a quick kiss from Oshitari, lips sliding across lips with ever so little pressure, pulling away and sitting back down just as Oshitari's mouth opened in surprise. Even after Yagyuu was sitting back down again, Oshitari could taste the lingering drops of the reddish-black tea that Yagyuu had been drinking - elegant and refined, like Yagyuu himself. It was simply amazing, Oshitari thought, how Yagyuu could do something like that one second and be as calm as if he'd just taken an afternoon stroll the next. "Really? Sanada, huh. Maybe I should inform him of that."
Oshitari blinked, shaking his head slightly. It was disconcerting, how Yagyuu could turn the tables on him just like that - that was something he used to do to people. Still, he was Oshitari Yuushi, and Oshitari Yuushi didn't give up that easily. "What, that your boyfriend thinks he's hotter than you?" He was blissfully unaware of the many nearby tables giving them disapproving looks - such public displays of affection just weren't usually done, especially in places like restaurants. Yagyuu made a face, as if to say sure, why not. "It's true though, you know. Atobe even once had a crush on him - that's got to count for something in and of itself."
Now it was Yagyuu's turn to look incredulous. "I never would've guessed. Though, oddly, I can see it. It could definitely work. Now that would be hot."
Just then, their starters came. As Yagyuu picked up a spoon for his chowder, Oshitari asked, "Would you like to come to my house after dinner?"
"I was wondering if you'd ever ask," Yagyuu responded, without missing a single beat.
I was so tempted to do red rose (passionate love), or red-tipped yellow rose (falling in love). Haha oh the sap that would've been. For obvious reasons, that didn't happen. But they could use some happiness before the next few chapters, anyway, for which we will return to our regular programming.
I have a guilty liking for SanaAto, even if I gave Atobe to Jirou for this fic. P Comment, critiques, errors appreciated. chapters, anyway, for which we will return to our regular programming.
I have a guilty liking for SanaAto, even if I gave Atobe to Jirou for this fic. P Comment, critiques, errors appreciated.