Hello anybody reading this!
Blufox- It's all Jirou! Jirou is sweet, and he brings out Atobe's good points! I like them a lot...
Sakimi1014- Well, I can't tell you, but if you keep reading I promise you'll find out!
Meino Nanako- Well, I don't think I'll have chance to put it in the story, so I might as well tell you that Inui's mom (In my mind... No real facts here...) wanted to be a snake specialist in college, because she thinks that snakes are pretty, and finds them fascinating, but she's terribly frightened of being bitten by one, so her dream came up short. Can you see why she'd like Kaido? And why Inui wasn't worried? (Inui: 8 chance of her having been frightened.) (Kaido: -Jaw drops- What do you mean '8'?!) -Ahem..- Anyway, please do continue to read...
Yoshikochan- How could anyone not love the Golden Pair?
DarkDemonCat- Maaann... I'm so indecisive, this might take a while... But it will come!
Shimizu Miki- Track is fun, ne? I'm in track too. What event do you do? As for Jirou, seeing as he is Atobe's, I wouldn't try anything. Atobe does have resources to kill you, please remember. I would really hate if one of my readers had to die. -Chuckles.- Oh, sorry... -Fighting insane urge to laugh manically.-
Alaena Flame Dragonstar- Yeah, that was a lot of reading... Wow. As for the doors, it's Fuji, so you never know, it might end up kinda scary... Or really pretty... Oh, what do I know?!
Vierblith- Well, Eiji and Oishi have to get permission, just like everyone else, so please just keep reading!
ImmortalTigress- Please do not fret! A slap can heal... Oh wait, no, slaps don't heal, bruises do... Sorry.
RaiPheonix015- I know what you mean about the 'familiar face'. I actually told my friends that you were a lot like me. They read some of your reviews actually, and laughed really hard. They make me laugh to, (Not at you, I swear), which is a big part of why I don't mind. It's kind of cool having someone tell you what they were thinking while they were reading. Even my friends (who all have a hard copy at this point X.X) always just say 'it was good' and perhaps tell me their favorite pairing. Nya fun. Also, about Kaido, I think that in some ways what he went through was harder then the others... Inui's mom is a little scary in her own way, ne? ... -glances around-... P.S... Mizuki's in this chapter!
KiriharaAkaya- I think you're the only person who even mentioned Oishi's smile... Oh, wait, Meino-san did as well... Please read on, and you'll find out if you were right or not. As for Yukimura... I don't even wanna go there... What a way to have a first time, though, if you're right...
Disclaimer- I do not own Prince of Tennis
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"Eiji," Oishi just kept smiling. Eiji was so cute when he was confused like that.
"What... Happened?" Eiji asked, slowly separating himself from Oishi so that he could step back and inspect the bruise.
"I got in a fight," Oishi said before he could help it. Eiji looked at him, completely shocked, but Oishi just couldn't stop smiling, even long enough to assure Eiji that he was perfect okay.
"Oi-shi!" Eiji whined and punched him lightly, as if he didn't believe him. Of course, despite his temper, Oishi knew that it was difficult, even for him, to imagine himself getting into a fight.
"You should see the other guy," Oishi said before he could help himself. That one didn't go over well. Not at all.
"Oishi!!"
"Sorry," He smiled apologetically, hoping Eiji would hurry up and forgive him so that he could tell him everything else. Instead of waiting, since he knew Eiji would forgive him anyway, once he heard why he had gotten into a fight in the first place, he pulled Eiji back into an embrace. "You know that I love you, right? More than anything?"
"Hoi, Oishi," He knew without looking that Eiji had rolled his eyes while he said that. He took it as a sign that he hadn't been forgiven yet. He moved away from Eiji, and pulled his cell-phone out of his pocket.
"I need you to listen to this, or else you'll never believe me." Oishi was back to smiling uncontrollably as Eiji took the phone. He listened to the recording for a several moments, and then dropped the phone, pulling Oishi into another embrace. Again Oishi thought he saw tears welling up in Eiji's eyes, but this time it only made him smile more. Eiji was happy. So happy, he was almost crying.
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"I can't believe my parents said no!" Mizuki fumed, and Yuta chuckled slightly. The St. Rudolf manager turned and glared at him slightly. "Why do you think it's so funny?"
"It's not. Please don't be mad," Yuta smiled, "I'm actually laughing because you look really adorable right now."
"Yuta!" Mizuki covered his face, and Yuta knew it was to cover a blush. Yuta smiled even wider at that.
"Yuta," The melodious voice made both of then turn.
"Fuji," Mizuki nodded, a bit of spite betraying itself in his eyes. Shusuke just smiled.
"Shusuke?" Yuta looked at him, confused. "What is it?"
"Actually, I was just wondering if I could borrow your... Manager for a moment," Shusuke continued to smile, but Yuta knew that his brother was up to something. Apparently, Shusuke knew that he knew as well. "I'm not going to hurt him in any way."
"Mizuki-san will be fine," Another voice put in, and Yuta noticed that Tezuka had been standing behind his brother the entire time. Yuta hesitated. He thought that he could take the buchou's word on this, couldn't he? After all, Tezuka was supposed to be very straight lace, wasn't he? Then again, he was dating Shusuke...
"Hajime..." Yuta looked over at the other boy, his eyes pleading slightly. Mizuki looked thoroughly annoyed, but Yuta knew he would go. "Please?"
"... Alright," Mizuki said, "But only for minute!"
"Arigatou, Miyuki." Shusuke smiled
"It's Mizuki!"
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"Oishi! No way! No way!" Eiji exclaimed, jumping up and down in his excitement. "Oi-shi!!" Eiji hugged him again. "No way! Shuichiro!"
"Yes way, Eiji," Oishi smiled at his doubles partner's happy, hyperactive reaction. "I got permission."
"Oishi..." Eiji's eyes softened again, and his hand traced the bruise on Oishi's face. "Are you alright, though? What happened?"
"I was going to go in the morning, before practice, and talk to them, but I couldn't figure out what to say, so I spent hours just walking around town."
"Buchou knew," Eiji's eyes widened in surprise.
"Yeah, he did," Oishi smiled slightly, remembering. He had told Tezuka alone that he meant to talk to his parents. It had actually been his idea for him to go during practice, so that Eiji would be preoccupied. Oishi really did appreciate it from the person who, not counting Eiji, he thought of as his best friend.
"Tell me the rest...?" Oishi chuckled at how Eiji said it, like he thought Oishi wouldn't.
"Of course, Dear Heart," Oishi felt Eiji's smile more than he saw it. "I went home, and told them straight out." He pointed to his cheek with a grim smile. "That was when I got this." Eiji's eyes saddened a bit, but Oishi ran a hand through his hair, "It doesn't matter, Eiji, it will heal, and it was more than worth it." He kissed Eiji's face until the other boy smiled. "My father wasn't happy at all, but I didn't want to back down anymore. We argued and fought, and, believe me, my father got the worse end of it all." Oishi smiled to reassure Eiji, but in all honesty he felt really bad about hitting his father. It wasn't as if he hated him or anything. He knew that he hated the way his father treated Eiji, but he couldn't really hate him. He wondered if Eiji could tell that.
"Well, he tried to tell me that he was going to send me away, like before, but I wasn't going to have it, I told him I wouldn't go. I told him I'd run away. I know I told you before that I would find ways to see you even if he sent me away, but that just isn't enough, Eiji. I need to see you, I need to see your smile as often as I possibly can, or else I think I'll go insane." Eiji wouldn't meet his eyes. "What happened, then was that my mother stepped in." Eiji did meet his eyes then, looking shocked.
"Yeah, my mom. She stepped in, slapped my father across the face, and yelled at him 'Don't touch my son!'. I don't think I've ever seen my father look so surprised. She just started taking control, it was amazing. She said that she liked you, and thought that you were good for me. She let me record her giving permission, so that I could prove it to the adults, and you, because I knew you'd never believe me, and Ryuzaki would be even harder to convince than you." Oishi looked down the few inches that was the difference between their heights. "I thought you'd be happy, Dear Heart."
"I am, Oishi!" Eiji exclaimed, pounding a fist against Oishi's chest softly, as if he couldn't believe Oishi had thought he could be upset. "Nya, Shuichiro!" Oishi smiled, happy to see Eiji acting so much more like himself. "I am happy, but, Oishi?"
"Yes?"
"Promise me something?"
"Anything."
"Promise me you'll never do something that crazy again?" Eiji was frowning at Oishi like he thought the other boy deserved a lecture. "Nya like you, not at all." Oishi just laughed and squeezed him harder.
"Sure thing, I'll do my best," Oishi smiled as he let Eiji loose again. "Talk to the adults? And maybe call your family?"
"Hoi!"
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"What is it you want, Fuji?" Mizuki asked, looking at the tensai rather suspiciously.
"Are you sharing a room with Yuta?"
"That's none of your business!" Mizuki snapped.
"Your parents said no then?" Fuji seemed a bit amused by this.
"It has nothing to do with you..."
"It has everything to do with me, I plan to help you."
"Help me?!" Fuji saw Mizuki's defenses shoot up. He smiled, and opened his eyes slightly, hoping that Mizuki would take the action as him showing that he was serious, instead of freaking out, like some people did. He was glad to see that if Mizuki felt threatened by his eyes, he kept it to himself.
"I'm going to give you one chance. I'm giving one chance to prove to me that you're good for Yuta. It will be easier to figure that out if you room with him," Fuji glared at him lightly. "However, if you hurt him, even once, even just a little bit, I will destroy you. Understand?"
"You have a plan to get us in the same room?" Mizuki's eyebrow rose.
"I do. There are a lot of things that might go wrong, but I think it will work. Go to Inui if you want a percentage. He'll happily give it to you, I'm sure." Fuji took this moment to settle back into his smile. "I just thought it's d be best to warn you. I'm only giving you even this one chance because Kunimitsu asked me to." As if on cue, Kunimitsu exited the room he had been in with Yuta, and touched Fuji's shoulder lightly.
"Go talk to Yuta for a moment, please," Kunimitsu smiled slightly. Fuji thought he saw something in Kunimitsu's eyes, so he didn't protest.
"Alright." He raised a hand to Mizuki, "It was nice talking to you Mituli-san!"
"It's Mizuki!" Mizuki roared, but Fuji was already gone.
"I just wanted to tell you that if you do hurt Yuta-kun, I will not stop Fuji from making a mess of you," Kunimitsu said, his eyes hard. "And, if you ever mention what you saw, to anyone, Shusuke included, I can't guarantee that my own hand wont stray." Kunimitsu was walking away before Mizuki could reply, heading back for the room where the Fuji brothers waited. Knowing that no one would see, Mizuki allowed himself a single shiver. How was it that two seemingly nice people could become violent so quickly?
He smiled slightly to himself, looking in on Yuta before actually entering, now that the other two boys had left. It was funny, he thought, what love did to people.
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Kirihara couldn't stop smiling as he lay there in bed, knowing that Bunta was asleep just across the room. At least, he was fairly certain he was asleep. He sounded like he was sleeping, and Kirihara had been listening carefully. Kirihara had decided that he must be asleep, and that he should try and sleep himself, as impossible as that seemed, when he heard movement on Bunta's bed. Kirihara closed his eyes as he realized the other boy was getting up, and slowed his breathing enough that he hoped he seemed asleep.
Footsteps echoes in his ears, and Kirihara wanted to smile again, but didn't, not wanting the senior to know he was awake. Their parents had agreed today. Kirihara was actually surprised at how his parents had taken it so well, seeing as he had never been in a relationship before. A presence loomed over him, and Kirihara felt it as the volleyist leaned down, putting a little bit of weight on his bed. Cold lips pressed against his cheek softly, and he squirmed slightly, wanting to lean up into the contact, but also fighting not to.
The weight moved off of the edge of his bed, as if the person who had been leaning there was hesitating. Kirihara didn't want that. Oh, screw it. He reached out blindly, opening his eyes only a bit, once he had a wrist in his grasp. "Ikasu... No..."
Ikasu froze, not literally, but enough that his body temperature dropped even lower then normal. Kirihara tightened his grip, but shivered. "... Cold..." Almost immediately, Ikasu seemed to be in control of himself, and his body temperature rose until it was pleasantly warm against Kirihara's palm. "Hmm," Kirihara smiled sleepily, "Better... but I'm still cold." Ikasu turned back towards him a bit.
"What is it you want me to do? I'm not Bunta," Ikasu answered. Kirihara felt a twinge in his heart at the cold tone Ikasu used with him.
"It doesn't matter," Kirihara insisted. "Two halves..." why did Ikasu feel the need to argue. Perhaps Kirihara had never said it out loud, but it wasn't like he cared any less for Ikasu then he did for Bunta. He had told him though, hadn't he, that he thought of them as one and the same? They were two halves of one whole, he meant that. He could never tell Bunta he loved him without meaning that he loved Ikasu as well. Alright, so he hadn't ever said that he loved Bunta either, but... Kirihara forced himself to stop thinking about that, it just made him feel inadequate.
"Do you really mean that, or are you just giving me some kind of misguided pity?" Ikasu sounded disgusted, as if there was no way Kirihara could actually think that way. It hurt, as the twinge in his heart twisted into a thorn. He let go of Ikasu's wrist, and rolled over. He didn't know if he could trust his voice, so he stayed silent for a few moments. Ikasu never moved.
"Just go back to your own bed, Ikasu," Kirihara said, but he heard the pain in his own voice, and knew that Ikasu wouldn't miss it either. H felt a chill as blankets were moved up off of him, and then felt even warmer as the blankets fell down again, and a warm body moved next to him.
"I'm sorry," Ikasu whispered, wrapping himself around Kirihara. "I'm not Bunta, I'm me... But I can still keep you warm. I'm sorry, so just go to sleep." Kirihara didn't want to argue anymore, so he kept silent and closed his eyes. The real reason, other then the fact that he really believed what he said, he always reminded Ikasu specifically of the fact that he and Bunta needed each other, because, despite the way he seemed, Ikasu was nor very confident. He completely believed that Bunta was better then him, and that he had no chance to ever measure up. Kirihara hated him that he thought like that, because Ikasu doubting himself meant that Bunta probably doubted himself as well.
So, knowing he couldn't get any farther tonight, he snuggled up against Ikasu, turning so that they faced each other, and hoped that he could somehow show him that way. Before he could even really think about it, Kirihara fell asleep.
Ikasu sighed, but it was nearly soundless, as he would hate to wake the sleeping angel in his arms. Gently as he could, he brushed Kirihara's bangs off of his face, and pressed his lips as softly as he possibly could to the other boy's pale forehead. He immediately moved back. He shouldn't be doing things like that at all, seeing as Kirihara was Bunta's, and here he had done two similar things in one evening. He sighed again. Being an 'extra' sucked.