Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
Ice
Chapter 6
Fuji pressed his lips gently to Echizen's drawing him into his enchanting spell. The kiss was soft and meaningful, taking away both the boy's worries and his breathe. It left him lightheaded and content, an emotion he could not remember when he had last felt. His eyes were still glassy as he stared off into space with peaceful features. His senpai drew him closer, running his finger through the boy's glossy hair as he gazed down at him with a look akin to adoration.
"Fuji-senpai, please don't let go," Ryoma's voice was uncharacteristically soft and delicate, resembling a child's. Fuji wore a smile of amusement as he thought about how the freshman could react to those words under normal circumstances. But it wasn't normal and he would savor in Ryoma's docile disposition until he broke out of his spell.
"I wouldn't even if you wanted me to," the tensai's calming voice lulled the boy into the state of stupor. As his heavily lidded eyes slowly closed, the last thing he vaguely remembered was hearing a placid voice whisper,
"I love you, my little kitten," Later, he would blame that on the illusion of his brain due to weariness.
The sky dissolved into a smeared palette of lavender hues as twilight, the period where the boundaries between fantasy and reality disappear, approached. The sun, afloat in the colorful waves of dusk, cast shadows of the two figures on the walls of the room. The taller boy held onto the smaller one protectively, always wearing that sweet, characteristic smile.
The sun's rays flitted in through the window and danced over the Ryoma's serene face. He scrunched up his face as he felt the light touch of another on his face. Rubbing his eyes with closed fists, he opened his eyes to the bright, painful sunshine and the unearthly blue eyes of the infamous tensai staring intently at him. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, the freshman progressively grew redder as bits and pieces of the previous night came back to him.
Regaining his sense, the boy noticed the intimate position that they were in. Fuji's body was draped over his with arms on either side of his head, caressing his cheeks with a feather-like touch. He could feel the tensai's hot breath on his face as he felt his own heart rate increase.
Taking a moment to grasp this, Echizen jerked back suddenly, the force of the momentum sent him tumbling off the bed and onto the carpeted flooring. Instantaneously, he glanced down to make sure that his clothes were still on.
"Did you have a nice night?" Fuji returned to his usual, cheery disposition.
"Fuji-senpai!" Ryoma snapped in exasperation, a bright flush creeping onto his face. He gnawed his bottom lip looking while looking at the other in trepidation.
"So…you and I… Did we...while I was asleep…?" His voice shook with restrained rage and dread.
Fuji just gazed at him with a puzzled expression concealing the amused smile he had on due to the other boy's naivety.
"Never mind, we have to go soon," One glimpse at the clock replaced the boy's earlier worries with a more current problem and sent the two rushing to get ready.
Dashing to the bathroom, Ryoma attempted to put on his uniform and socks while brushing his teeth. Failing miserably with a toothbrush in his mouth, he clumsily stumbled on one foot, trying to pull his socks on while trying to pull his shirt which was around his neck down.
"Ano, Ryoma-kun…" A voice from the doorway called.
"What is it?" Unable to keep the irritation out of his voice, the freshman, with his patience stretched to the limit, had more than enough to deal with at the moment. In addition, his senpai's voice always managed to hit something within him that made him anxious and fumble over trivial things.
"That's my toothbrush," The sound of toothpaste being spat out of the boy's mouth and the repeated rinsing that followed permeated throughout the bathroom. Turning the faucet off while wiping his mouth off ever so slowly, he fixed the tensai with the deadliest glare he could muster.
Too bad, his target was renowned for his ever-present smile which he wore on all circumstances. Disregarding the other's hostile glower, Fuji yanked Echizen by the arm and quite literally swept him off his feet and out of the house.
"You're too slow, Ryoma-kun," Whispering into the other's ear, he laughed lightly when the other crossed his arm, wearing a pout just like a little child.
"I didn't even get my hat," Echizen grumbled.
"You look better without it," The senpai placed a chaste kiss on the boy's cheek, watching the other's expression change to an embarrassed smile.
"Hey, isn't that Fuji and Echizen?"
"I think it is."
A/N: My first attempt at writing humor with the help of my wonderfully awesome friend StarlightXWishes. So, how was it? Should I continue or go back to writing angst? Your opinions mean a lot so please review.
