Chapter 8 yeah. I like the number eight. After eleven it's my favorite number. And honestly, I didn't expect to do as well as this as this my first time making a multi-chaptered story. (It's not even close to being over by the way; I still have many plans for these two.)
Apologies at the bottom.
Please review. I promise to get the next chapter up faster. Shishido and Choutarou plushies for the kind people who can forgive my lateness with a nice comment.
Disclaimer: Me own nuttin. But I will soon own a wall scroll with Ryoma on it and a Fuji magnet. (Thank-you Dad)
Chapter 8: Ryoma's Decision
After the fairly average Sunday they had the previous day, Ryoma knew that the day would not go as planned. Not that life with Fuji could ever have a plan but it was nice to think that for a while.
Sighing, Ryoma stepped out of the locker rooms for morning practice only to immediately fall to the ground in a bone-crushing hug. There was only one person at Seigaku stupid enough to hug Ryoma despite the glares Fuji threw his way.
"Ochibi Ohayo! ~" Suspicions confirmed, Ryoma turned to his red-headed sempai only to freeze as a death wave hit his senses. Both boys on the ground felt the hair on the backs of their necks raise, their self-preservation instinct kicking in. Chuckling weakly, Eiji got off Ryoma and walked a few steps away before passing out from fear.
"Saa, I didn't expect him to pass out." Ryoma looked up to see his friend smiling like a kid in a candy store. (Or in his case, cactus and wasabi store.) "Oh well, it's what he gets for constantly hugging you despite, ah, previous threats."
Sighing, Ryoma went towards the courts to warm-up. He just knew that today would be hell.
Tezuka seemed to be getting the same gut feeling, though he had no idea why. But just so he could say he tried, he walked over to Ryoma and bid him a quick, "Don't let your guard down," then feeling Fuji's murderous aura, walked away. Sigh. He just knew he would be needing headache pills later.
-8-*-4-~LUNCH~-4-*-8-
Ah lunch, Ryoma's third favorite time of the day. (Tennis practice being first and unofficial nap time being second.) Ryoma was just about to dig into his bento when a loud slam interrupted his itadikimasu.
"Saa Ryo-chan, there you are. I was looking all over for you. I was hoping we'd share bentos with each other." Ryoma wasn't even going to attempt protesting. The freakishly scary grin on Fuji's face could make a grown man relieve himself.
Shifting to make room for his friend against the wall, Ryoma reluctantly sampled a piece of sushi from the smiling ones box. Unsurprisingly, he tried to immediately spit out the flaming piece of wasabi sushi but before he could Fuji's hand covered his mouth.
"Now, now Ryo-chan. You're supposed to chew and swallow your food before talking. What terrible manners you have. I guess I'll just have to punish you later." Ryoma shivered. He was not looking forward to his punishment later. Maybe he could act cute and get out of it.
After finishing the tortuous lunch, Ryoma and Fuji still had a few minutes before classes started. Patting his lap and giving Ryoma a poisonous smile, Fuji insisted that the freshman sleep on his lap until classes started. Ryoma reluctantly did so. But he didn't expect the lap to be so soft and warm. Unknowingly, Ryoma fell asleep with fingers threading through his hair and a soft kiss on the forehead.
-;^;-
"Ochibi, nya, Ochibi! Fuji what did you do to Ochibi?"
"Maa, maa Eiji, calm down. He just fell asleep so I carried him to practice."
Blinking open his oh so beautiful, golden eyes, Ryoma was met with the sight of a smiling tensai and a hyper cat. Still a bit drowsy, Ryoma grabbed a piece of Eiji's hair and gave him a lazy smile.
"Neko-chan."
"Now, now Ryoma. Eiji isn't a cat, despite certain appearances."
"KAWII! Wait, Fujiko, what's that supposed to mean!"An indignant Eiji rebutted. Huffing at his lack of answer from the fellow third-year, Eiji went to go rant to his doubles partner about the unfairness of smiley, pretty boys.
"I wonder what I said, oh well not that it matters."
"Hn, mada mada dane, Syuusuke," Yawn, "now put me down." Ryoma then fell unceremoniously on his ass. Stunned at the unusual harshness of his friend, Ryoma got up and rubbed his sore area, all while studying his friend's shocked expression.
"Yuuta?" Walking past Ryoma, Fuji found himself almost face to face with his brother. He hadn't seen his little brother in a few weeks and he was really starting to worry about their relationship. But before he could say anything more to the youngest Fuji, a whistle and cat callish type thing sounded out behind him. Knowing there was only one person who had that annoying voice (in Fuji's mind of course) and that Ryoma was behind him, he quickly put two and two together and turned around, growling softly and glaring with fully opened eyes. What he saw made him want to kill the previously mentioned annoying person even more so than he usually did.
Mizuki, the git, was sauntering over to HIS Ryoma and shouting out embarrassing things that made Ryoma blush. ONLY HE WAS ALLOWED TO DO THAT! Storming towards Mizuki, Fuji prepared for a short fight.
Unfortunately, Mizuki made it to Ryoma first and was leaning over him and saying things such as…
"Did the mean old Fuji Syuusuke-kun hurt you when he dropped you, sometimes he can be so cruel?"
"You seem quite talented, how about transferring to St. Rudolph?"
"You seem very smart, why are you hanging out with a loser like Fuji Syuusuke-kun?"
All while this was going on, Mizuki was thinking, 'Finally, I finally have the upper hand over Fuji –kun. It was a good thing I got who he liked from Yuuta-kun. Mental warfare is over half the battle as they say. Now all I have to do is get this Echizen, Ryoma-kun to like me better and transfer to St. Rudolph and I'll have finally won. Ha, in your face Fuji-kun!'
Since Mizuki was too immersed in his Fuji crushing daydream to notice anything around him, he failed to realize how the small boy had stepped away from him and was talking with Yuuta over to the side, he also failed to see that Fuji was behind him and ready to kill.
No one tries to steal something from Fuji without unholy retribution for attempting to take whatever it was he possessed-not that anyone had ever succeeded in taking anything.
"Saa, Mizuki, do you wish to take back those statements or am I going to be forced to get the book." Mizuki paled at the mention of a book, Fuji's smile just got wider and more sadistic.
'Whatever is in that book must be horrible if it shuts that loud mouth up. But note to self, NEVER get on Syuusuke's bad side. Ever.'
Turning towards his brother, Fuji didn't miss a beat, "Yuuta, you'll be coming home for dinner, ne?" Yuuta, not wanting to feel the wrath of his aniki, sweat-dropped and nodded his consent. "Perfect, oh Ryoma you must come as well."
"Hey wait, I didn't say I would go! Syuusuke stop walking away from me, oi, turn around."
"Oh this will be so much fun, my two favorite people at my house, perfect opportunity to tortu-I mean love them." Ryoma and Yuuta stopped, too afraid to move.
'He totally said torture," both thought in unison. Sighing and sweat dropping, Ryoma and Yuuta took this time to compare notes on Fuji's recent behavior so they could gauge how bad tonight's dinner would go.
"Now Yuuta, since you're a guest at the moment, I'd like for you to sit on those benches over there, Ryoma you too." At their questioning looks he explained, "Because I need to make a few phone calls and show this thing my policy on touching or hitting on a certain someone." After gesturing to Mizuki at the word thing and shooing the two younger boys in the direction of the bench, Fuji grabbed a pale and hyperventilating Mizuki off the ground and dragged him behind some bushes.
A blood curdling scream soon followed.
Along with an extremely pleased tensai.
And a foaming at the mouth Mizuki after that.
Once again both boys thought the same thing, 'Never, EVER, get on Syuusuke's/Aniki's bad side lest I feel the notebook's most wicked wrath.' They both mentally scolded themselves for being afraid of an unknown book, and mentally questioned why they thought in such a strange dialect. Eh, who cares?
"Saa, now that I'm done with him, Yuuta, would you take him back to St. Rudolph and then get ready for dinner. Okaa-san and Nee-san are making your favorites."
"Wait, how did Aniki know that I would be coming over… unless… You were planning on making me come either way, weren't you?"
Fuji's innocent smile answered his question perfectly. Heaving another sigh, Yuuta picked up the now unconscious Mizuki and went to wait for the bus back to St. Rudolph.
"Ryoma-kun."
"Hn."
"Let's go see a movie!" And not taking no for an answer-like he ever would-he simply picked Ryoma up bridal style and walked towards their temporarily shared house to change into good day clothes.
-}:}- (evil uni-brow smiley)
"Which movie shall we see? Hm, how about that one." Fuji's delicate almost girly finger pointed out a new horror movie that had first premiered at the start of the week. The critics had given it four out of five stars. Obviously Fuji had picked it knowing Ryoma wasn't all too keen on scary things. Grabbing the two tickets from an acne riddled teen (Lol I'm so mean), Fuji dragged Ryoma into the theater currently labeled 'Only Mine.' (Cameo!)
A few minutes into the movie Fuji put his arm around Ryoma's shoulder. Now you make think he had ulterior motives behind this, and you're right, but he also knew how much of a fraidy cat the freshman was, so he provided a tiny bit of comfort with the familiar gesture. And then there were the more personal reasons of course.
-Insert first murder scene-
You could know find Ryoma's head buried in Fuji's chest.
-Insert second murder scene-
Ryoma was practically sitting in the tensai's lap.
-Insert end of movie-
Fuji was purring in sadistic pleasure. Ryoma was…Ryoma was sitting all the way on Fuji's lap…and mentally plotting the bastar-I mean angels' death. 'I'll kill him. I'll get a tennis ball and shove it down his throat until he chokes on it and WOAH do I sound like that movie or what?'
"Saa, Ryoma as much as I like this, if we don't hurry we won't make it to my house for dinner. By the way did I mention you're going to be sleeping over?" At the confused look in those gold eyes he loved so much he continued, "Oh, I guess I didn't. Hey Ryo-chan guess what, you're staying at my house for the night!"
Pulling his cap down, Ryoma replied, "Mada Mada Dane."(I couldn't resist. It just wouldn't be Ryoma with out it.)
"Yuuta, I'm so glad you made it. We are going to have so much fun. How about a tennis match while Okaa-san and Nee-san finish dinner. Great, I'll go get ready. Stay down here and play with Ryo-chan." Fuji disappeared up the stairs. Yuuta sighed.
'Typical Aniki, never taking no. Oh hell, why not? It certainly can't hurt anything.' Yuuta deflated. 'Except my pride.'
So after a crushing game of tennis, Fuji winning of course, and a dinner filled with hidden wasabi traps, courtesy of previously mentioned person, Ryoma was ready for bed.
Walking into Fuji's bedroom, Ryoma sat on the bed with a sigh. He had a couple minutes to think before Fuji got back from saying good-bye to his brother.
'What should I say to Syuusuke? I know we're close, but do I love him? Let's see. Lately my heart pounds when I'm near him and I blush when he gets real close. Plus I liked when he kissed me. He's handsome and despite his scary personality (Sorry Fuji, I love you.) I'm still friends with him. Does this mean I li-like him? But he said he loved me. And he's so protective of me.' Ryoma's musings were interrupted by the door opening and the object of his thoughts walking in.
Fuji crawled next to the other boy on his bed. They stared at each other in tense silence, Fuji's eyes being open and Ryoma's cheeks being a slight pink.
"So have you decided anything yet?" Seems Fuji had become the blunt one. Ryoma blushed and looked down. He had hoped to have a bit more time. Oh well.
"Syuusuke, I…" Fuji leant closer in anticipation. "I…l-like you too." A dark crimson blush had spread out over his cheeks.
"Really?" Fuji grabbed Ryoma's shoulders in disbelief; Ryoma, to embarrassed to confess again, simply nodded. A GIANT-emphasis on giant-smile flashed on the brunet's face before he smashed his lips to the greenet's. (_' that word looks funny.)
Getting lost in the kiss, Ryoma didn't hear the click of a camera.
Fuji pulled back from the kiss and closed his eyes in his typical smile. "I wasn't going to accept 'no' as an answer anyway." Ryoma chuckled weakly.
"Of course you weren't."
Pulling back the covers, Fuji grabbed the younger's wrist and forced him to lie down in bed with him. (No, they are not going to do anything naughty.) Fuji wrapped his arms around the other's waist and silently commanded him to go to sleep. Ryoma, too tired and warm to protest, fell asleep quickly; Fuji smiled and followed suit…
After taking a bunch of pictures of the sleeping boy.
-I like Thrill-
This chapter seems more humor related than serious. The only serious moments are at the end and even then I sorta ruined it. I suck at mushy scenes apparently.
Okay apology time. First, my band went on a Disney trip for about five days. Second, before that we had TCAPS (a state wide test). Third, after the trip our area had no power for a week so I couldn't charge the computer. Fourth after we got power, (This is early May.) I had to take final exams for the first and second week of May (Seventh grade, why you have so many tests…oh well, they were easy.). Fifth, my younger sister suddenly developed a craving for solitaire, so even if I had time to type, she was usually playing, and me being a closet writer, I couldn't just say. "Get up, I gotta write about two boys kissing."
Please review, even though I haven't updated in over two months. I fail. But still, please review. I wanna see if I can get to fifty. If this gets to fifty then I'll force myself to write and get the next chapter up in two weeks at most.
P.S. I think this is the second longest thing I've ever written. Word count: 2,777
P.P.S. Let's get to Fifty!