Title: The Second Meeting: His Own Action
Rating: PG
Pairing: YuuTari
Disclaimer: not mine, cool? cool.

"Are you going to tell him?" Oshitari stared straight ahead. He was so stiff, he couldn't even flinch at the underlying insinuation in Atobe's question.

"I don't know," he replied, closing the lid of his cell phone as people started appearing again from the little hallway that he knew led to customs. His eyes scanned the crowd, looking for someone who ought to tower over everyone else, and sure enough, Yagyuu's brown hair and glasses appeared from behind a little old lady. He was only dragging a single suitcase, providing a stark contrast from all the families taking vacations or visiting friends and family, pushing carts piled dangerously high with luggage. Actually, Oshitari thought as Yagyuu walked up to him and threw an arm around his shoulders, Yagyuu looked like quite the businessman, and told him as much.

Yagyuu laughed, and Oshitari relaxed. Things would be OK.

They took the train back to his house, where Yagyuu would be staying for most of his visit. On the way, Yagyuu told Oshitari about his flight - each passenger had a mini TV with a small selection of movies, radio stations, and video games; Yagyuu had played Super Mario the entire three hours of the flight. The fact that there were many babies on his flight didn't help though - in particular, the one screaming next to him for at least half the flight didn't help at all.

The house was empty when they entered, since his parents had gone to visit some friends and his sister was out with her boyfriend. "What would you like to do now?" Oshitari asked after showing Yagyuu the guest room.

"Could I grab a shower?" Yagyuu asked, polite as ever. "I'm kind of tired from the flight."

"Sure," Oshitari replied, showing Yagyuu to the bathroom and point out the towels his mother had set aside for Yagyuu before closing the door behind him. He went downstairs to the kitchen, thinking that he'd make some tea for the two of them. Yagyuu had once mentioned that he liked oolong tea, so Oshitari had made a stop at the supermarket the day before to buy a canister.

Oshitari's hand shook so much as he was scooping out the tea that he had to pause and steady himself before he could continue. For some reason, Atobe's graceful hands came to mind. Atobe's hands never faltered, neither in tennis games nor in making tea nor in anything else he did, because he was just that kind of a person.

"Is everything OK?" Oshitari nearly jumped out of his skin. While he stayed in one piece, he did manage to knock over the canister of tea. A strong, slightly damp, and completely naked arm shot out around Oshitari as Yagyuu reached to steady the rolling cylinder before it hit the floor. Yagyuu's other hand rested on Oshitari's waist, preventing him from crashing too hard into Oshitari. "Careful, Yuushi." His name, practically breathed from right behind Oshitari's ear, sent shivers down his back. Oshitari could feel the heat from Yagyuu's chest through their two shirts, which certainly wasn't helping matters. He watched Yagyuu's hand set down the canister before wrapping around his waist. "Tell me what happened." The words were whispered into his hair, but they sounded as if they were shouted into his ears.

Oshitari could feel the blood drain from his face. Yagyuu knew, somehow. Did Atobe tell him? It was possible, but with Atobe, who knew. "Let's go to my room." He finished getting decent amounts of tea leaves into the teapot, which he filled from the water heater. His hand didn't shake at all. Yagyuu helped him carry the pot and two cups upstairs - it wasn't until he'd poured them each a cup of the steaming, fragrant liquid that Yagyuu sat down on his bed, scooting back until he was resting against the wall. Oshitari climbed next to him, resting his head on Yagyuu's shoulder as he told him about his first "date" with Atobe, about how Atobe had started spending more time with Jirou than with him, and how that had led to their breaking up. Yagyuu listened without interrupting, his hand stroking light patterns on Oshitari's hip.

Oshitari told him about when Jirou had told Atobe he didn't want to see him anymore, and about how Atobe had simply come over. "I thought he was asleep, so I went to put a blanket over him. Didn't realize he was still awake."

"And then he kissed you and it all went from there." Yagyuu's hand had stilled, and it seemed like he was thinking.

"Well, yes." Oshitari wanted to ask how Yagyuu knew, but at this point, he could safely assume that Atobe had told him already. There was something about the way Yagyuu spoke that was just a little off, but Oshitari couldn't tell if it was good or bad.

"I hadn't expected you to tell me, you know." Yagyuu shifted, and Oshitari sat up straight, turning to look at Yagyuu, wondering what he was supposed to say, or if he ought to say anything at all. "So tell me, Yuushi, what would you do if you were in my position?" Oshitari just didn't know. He was reminded of when he was younger and his mother used to talk to him about what he did wrong instead of yelling at him and grounding him. The only difference was, he'd always known that no matter what he did, his mother would always forgive him. That held true only for his mother though - it didn't necessarily hold true for anyone else.

His prayers seemed to have been answered when the doorbell rang. "I'm going to go get that," Oshitari muttered as he jumped off his bed and headed downstairs. The doorbell rang again - whoever it was was certainly impatient.

"Hey there." Niou's typical I'm-up-to-no-good smile greeted Oshitari as he opened the door to find the boy leaning against his wall. "I think you have something of mine."

"What?" Oshitari stared at him, confused, until a hand gently removed his own from the doorknob.

"I'm going to stay with him, actually." Oshitari slowly turned his head, not wanting to see the truth that was laid out before him. He watched as Yagyuu pushed his glasses higher up on his nose with his left hand, right hand gripping the suitcase he'd brought from China. Yagyuu leaned down just a bit - when had he grown so tall? - and touched his lips lightly to Oshitari's. It was the briefest, lightest touch Oshitari could imagine, but it seemed to have been filled with fire and electricity and ice and pain. He couldn't move as he watched Yagyuu follow Niou down to where a taxi was waiting, presumably to take them to the train station. Yagyuu didn't give any hints of wanting to turn around.

He didn't close the door until he couldn't see the car anymore - perhaps the worst part of it all was that the answer that he never gave to Yagyuu probably would have been exactly what Yagyuu ended up doing.

Finally! I've been waiting for this feeling to come back to me while writing. Sorta when the words and story just comes by itself, as opposed to thinking through every little word and every little action.

I think it's time for a countdown - 4 more. So close!