Hello anybody reading this!
Blufox- I'll admit it... I have a serious soft-spot for Choutarou, and it tends to show in my writing... As for the Tezuka comment... Don't we all... -Daze.-
Shimizu Miki- Ahahaha, thank you for your concern. And thank you for your review, even if you were tired! Please read on!
Alaena Flame Dragonstar- Yeah, I know what you mean...
KaL KeY- Thank you... I feel guilty now that everyone's told me about 'poor Fuji'... -Laughs nervously.-
Yoshikochan- Ah? So do you like it better when it's just TezuFuji?
KiriharaAkaya- Hmm... I didn't think about it then, but there's a good chance that Half Second Dream did influence it a bit. Gosh, I haven't read that in so long... Anyway, actually, most of that scene came from playing 'What if' when I was younger. A lot of the scenes that I use now came from rawer ideas I concocted when I was little. They're just better now! Still, I suppose I should give some Props to YamatoForever, because there's no doubt in my mind that A Half Second Dream didn't help shape all of that in this story!
Skyblue147- Shishido keeps saying that he doesn't know what you're talking about. He also requests that you not call him 'adorable'. (Geki dasa!) Just kidding. Yeah, poor Fuji and Tezuka...
Disclaimer- I do not own Prince of Tennis
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Choutarou could hardly believe his ears. He had been disappointed before, but perhaps this meant that his senpai simply hadn't checked the fridge last night. He looked at that smiling face and thought of the great dream he had just had, that one where he kissed his senpai at the end.
"Come on, it's birthday cake, I shouldn't have to eat it alone," Shishido grinned that lopsided grin he seemed to keep just for when he was messing with Choutarou.
"Hai, Shishido-san," Choutarou smiled. That explained it; he didn't want to eat it alone. He followed his favorite person into the kitchen, and watched as the dark haired boy slowly took the cake out of the fridge and just as carefully cut to large pieces (Which amounted to about half of the cake, because it was small).
When Shishido was little, he had treated everyone the same. All of the kids in his neighborhood received equal amounts of attention from him, and he never left anyone out. He was kind to everyone. His mother told him that this was actually a cruel thing to do, and that people naturally selected 'favorites'. She told him that some people might feel rejected to realize that he treated them exactly the same as he treated everyone else. He noticed not long after that that his oldest friend was slowly withdrawing from him. Choutarou confronted him about it, and it had left a lasting impression on him.
"Oh, now you're worried about me too, Choutarou-kun?" Those words hurt, and Choutarou didn't understand. He looked at his friend, who looked thoroughly hurt and annoyed.
"Of course, we're friends, aren't we?" Choutarou had asked stupidly, not sure how else to react. Whenever Choutarou was in a situation like that, when he didn't know what to do, he reacted in the same way. He stopped showing any emotion, and his eyes became void of any life.
"Of course! Choutarou-kun is friends with everyone!" The boy said, sarcastically waving his hand around.
"Oh..." Choutarou was past the point of not knowing what to do, but something was different about this. Oh no, he felt himself starting to cry.
"C-Choutarou-kun..." His friend said slowly, then slowly hugged him, with an innocence that only two five year-olds could posses. "I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it's just hard sometimes..."
"No, I'm sorry, Akihiro," Choutarou cried, as the other boy tried to dry his tears. "I just can't choose one person over another, I'm sorry..."
"It's okay Choutarou-kun," Akihiro smiled. "Someday... Someday, you'll have a favorite too! You're my favorite! You're my best friend, Choutarou-kun! Someday, you'll find someone, and they can be your number one. You'll find them, just wait Choutarou-kun, you'll see!"
After that, the two had remained close friends, until Choutarou had moved into the Hyotei area because of his father being relocated to another law firm. Choutarou still talked to him occasionally. When he first fell for Shishido, Akihiro was the first one he had told. The only one he had told, actually, and the other boy had been ecstatic. He kept repeating 'I told you so! I told you so! A favorite! A number one!' It had made Choutarou laugh before, and made him chuckle even now.
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Shishido looked at the other boy, who had just chuckled to himself, and tilted his head, swallowing the bit of chocolate cake that was in his mouth. Choutarou just shook his head at the silent question, still smiling. Shishido took a deep breath, and decided now was a good a time as any.
"Uh, hey, Choutarou," he said, studying his cake as an excuse to avoid looking into Choutarou's beautiful brown eyes. What he meant to say next was to casually bring up Atobe's ball, and ask if Choutarou thought it sounded boring. That wasn't exactly what came out. "I love you."
The confession hung in the air like a deadly gas for a moment, and Shishido was almost certain both he and Choutarou were going to pass out. Him, because that was how he felt just then, and Choutarou because that was how he looked just then. Everything was frozen for a moment, and then, in the confusion, Choutarou's horns appeared, curved back over his head, just the very tips pointing up. Shishido knew that his own body was reacting as well, as his hair grew to a more moderate length, more like a mane, and the long, fine hairs of his tail were tickling his leg, since there was no way for them to get out of his pants. He stayed still for several moments, but when it appeared that Choutarou had gone into shock, he carefully pulled the tail out, through a small hole he had made in the back of his pants for just this reason.
He tossed his hair like the stallion whose blood he shared, and moved around the table. Choutarou's eyes, even larger now that he had slipped in between forms, watched him as he came close and tried to recreate the kiss the junior had given him not fifteen minutes before. Shishido had decided that if he was going to confess, and possibly ruin his friendship with the shy boy, then he might as well get the utmost amount of satisfaction out of it. Shishido licked at Choutarou's lips and a slight part allowed him access to the brown-eyed boy's mouth. He tasted of chocolate cake and... Himself.
Choutarou was too stunned to react at first, but finally told himself to stop thinking. He closed his eyes and began to passionately kiss his senpai back. When they finally parted, Choutarou was beginning to wonder if this was a dream, but then decided that if it was, he would just play it out like all of his dreams went.
"I love you, too, Shishido-san," Choutarou said, touching his forehead to Shishido's.
"My name is Ryou, Choutarou," Shishido smiled, and Choutarou mirrored his expression.
"Of course it is, Shishido-san," Choutarou winked and moved back.
Shishido was shocked. Choutarou was a tease! Still, he found the fact slightly appealing, and he wanted to see more of this side of his kohai. "Ryou," he repeated, beginning to kiss Choutarou's neck.
"Ah... R... Shishido-san," Choutarou said, losing himself for a moment, and then smirking when he regained control.
"Ryou," Shishido repeated, now sucking on Choutarou's ear.
"Ry..." Choutarou started, and Shishido grinned as he continued his dastardly deeds. "Hey, Shishido-san, will you go to Atobe's ball with me?"
"Of course," Shishido smiled. Eventually, he vowed, he would get Choutarou to say his first name, but, for now, he would just enjoy the other boy's company.
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"The folder," Fuji muttered, feeling Kunimitsu smile against his neck.
"Earn it," Kunimitsu said, reaching a hand over Fuji's leg.
"Just let me have a peek," Fuji said, willing to bargain, but not submit.
"You have to beat me first." Kunimitsu smiled.
"Right hand, Blue!" Oishi exclaimed, and several people moved about on the Twister mat. Kaido and Inui fell, landing in a rather presumptuous position, and were out. Eiji, Ryoma, Fuji, and Kunimitsu himself were left. Kunimitsu had already come to figure that Eiji would probably win, simply because of his flexibility, and Ryoma would put up a good fight, but the only thing that mattered was beating Fuji. He had to beat Fuji, or else he would lose the bet.
Whoever lost had to surrender the little 'nilla folder that they had gotten from Inui to the other. They had already discovered that the information in those folders could be very compromising, and good use as black mail. They had all heard Ryoma's little whispers to Momo about something or another being his 'instinct'. the little freshman was ruthless in his teasing, and, apparently, foxes had a few habits that they were not proud of. The rest had taken to keeping their information as sealed as possible, although it was harder for most then others.
People like Inui and Eiji, who had simple animals like cats and dogs, had nothing to hide, because their information was common knowledge. Then there were people like Taka, who were a little more complex. In truth, Kunimitsu had never seen him change, and had to be informed that the other boy was some kind of deer. Finally, there were people like Kunimitsu. Everyone in the house, obviously, knew that he was a bird, but no one except Kunimitsu himself and Inui knew exactly what kind of bird he was. That was what Fuji wanted to know. Kunimitsu, naturally competitive, had decided to make it harder for the tensai. Actually, he had already looked through his folder, and there was nothing incriminating in there, if you didn't find his species terrible in the first place. Still, Kunimitsu figured he would eventually just let Fuji see the folder anyway. It didn't matter to him.
He was more curious as to how he had ended up playing Twister. He didn't remember agreeing to this, and yet here he was, in the final four of a Twister tournament. And it looked like it could continue for hours. This called for desperate measures. Concentrating a bit, he felt himself slip out of reality. That was how he thought of it, because as real as things were, even when he was invisible, it was not nearly as bad as the real worlds' problems. Not moving any of his limbs, he moved his mouth closer to Fuji's ear, and began to whisper softly to him. He knows that Fuji can hear him, because he had discovered the night before, trying to find a way to pass the time without falling asleep, that he could block parts of people, as opposed to their whole beings. Fuji couldn't see him now, but he could hear him. He could feel his breath, warm on his fair skin. Kunimitsu talked about whatever he thought of, some of it was dirty, and some of it consisted of sweet nothings. Finally, he whispered what he was going to give Fuji as punishment when he lost, and Fuji blushed furiously, moving to cover his face, falling in the process.
"Y-you..." Fuji stammered, blushing fiercely as the others tried to place together what happened, and Kunimitsu became visible again, not having moved from his spot. "Y-you cheated!" Fuji felt extremely childish now, but decided he could deal with that later. He realized how this must look to everyone else, and blushed even more. Kunimitsu slowly stood up, clearly forfeiting, and moved out of the room. "Hey, where are you going?"
"To gather my prize," Kunimitsu smirked slightly, hiding it from the other regulars, and Fuji, a shocked look on his face, followed him out.
"Kunimitsu---!"
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"Kunimitsu!" Fuji hollered again, turning the corner to where Kunimitsu had been waiting for him. Fuji's eyes widened a bit as the said person took the petite boy into his arms. Fuji felt as a hot mouth covered his, and parted his lips almost like an automatic reaction. "Nnn..." the small sound escaped Fuji's throat and seemed to feed Kunimitsu's passion.
"Shusuke..." Kunimitsu said softly into the other boy's mouth. He finally parted, smiling devilishly. "Ah, I feel better."
"As long as one of us does," Fuji said, suddenly feeling a bit dizzy from the sudden whisk of lust, he put a hand to his forehead. Kunimitsu went into instant nurturing mode.
"Are you alright?" Kunimitsu asked, putting a hand on the small of Fuji's back and leading him toward the room. "Sit down," he said, once they were in the room. He then proceeded to push Fuji down into a sitting position on the tensai's bed.
"I'm fine," Fuji assured him, smiling slightly, his eyes open. "You just took me by surprise."
"Oh, did I?" Kunimitsu looked amused, his eyebrow raised as if he didn't believe the other senior.
"Yes, but I'm fine. It was a good kind of 'head-spinning'," the tensai's eyes sparkled in the room's light. Kunimitsu stifled a yawn. "Ah, you're tired."
"No, not really." A flat out lie. And both of them knew it.
"Get some sleep, Mitsu," Fuji coaxed, leading the buchou to the opposite bed.
"Mnn," it was a small noise of disagreement, but Fuji only smiled.
"Please?" Kunimitsu looked at him for a moment, then surrendered.
"... The folder," Kunimitsu mumbled, his eyes already starting to glaze over. "On my dresser... You can read it anyway... Even though..." Fuji smiled softly as the honey-brown eyed boy fell asleep in mid sentence.
"Thank you," Fuji said softly to the sleeping boy, kissed his forehead, and crossed the room to the dresser, grabbing the small folder. He decided to go downstairs. One benefit of having used his power on Kunimitsu earlier was that he could now feel whenever the buchou was in pain. He would go out of the room for now, and come back when Kunimitsu needed him. With that thought, and the folder in hand, Fuji turned off the lights and slipped out of the room.