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Okay, here's the second chapter.
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"Echizen…"
"Hai, buchou?" The young boy tilted his head upwards to meet the other boy's gaze.
Tezuka shifted slightly. The two boys were perched upon a bench that could oversea the tennis courts at Seishun Gakuen. "I…don't want you to be placed into an awkward position."
The boy's eyes seemed to silently laugh at the tennis captain, "Awkward position, huh? Buchou, it seems to me that you are the only one who is feeling awkward right now."
Tezuka eye twitched at this comment. "I'm not," he stated dryly.
Ryoma smirked. "I see…"
Why was Tezuka even talking to the boy? Wasn't Echizen the one who told the captain that Fuji loved him?
Tezuka fiddled with his fingers, unsure of what to say next.
"You look distracted," Ryoma exclaimed as his head turned upwards to look at the sky.
"Hmm?"
"Tell me what's wrong. There's no shame in it." Ryoma said, still content with gazing up at the bright blue sky.
"…"
Ryoma sighed in defeat as he stood up lazily, looking in Tezuka's general direction. "Fine, then." The boy said, slightly pouting, "I'll leave you and your unwanted thoughts alone."
Tezuka cast his eyes downward.
"See you tomorrow, buchou."
"Wait," Tezuka's voice sounded as expressionless as ever.
Ryoma stared deeply into the captain's amber eyes, searching for an answer.
Tezuka cleared his throat, as if stalling. "Yesterday, Atobe offered me a ride home…"
Ryoma didn't look surprised, "Saa, it was raining buchou."
Tezuka's stoic expression changed suddenly, "Do you want me to tell you this or not?" He asked assertively, actively aggravated.
Ryoma's eyes widened just the smallest bit at his captain's unease. "Gomen…"
Tezuka calmed down again, almost instantly as he heard the soft apology. "Atobe, he…he stated that he enjoyed our time together…"
"I'm not surprised," Ryoma said flatly, crossing his arms over one another, as if he wasn't the least fazed by this.
"What do you mean?" Tezuka looked intently at the boy's golden orbs.
Ryoma just smirked as Tezuka felt his cheeks become hot.
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"The other day, you came up to me and told me that Fuji-"
"Loved you? So what?" Ryoma still looked unfazed.
Tezuka was silent for a moment, "Why?"
"Because, it was the truth."
Tezuka sighed as he clenched his fists. "So…this is why he can't stand to even look at you?"
Ryoma frowned sadly, not responding.
"If you knew this would've happened, then why did you do it anyway?"
"I didn't know…" Ryoma replied simply.
Tezuka frowned before also standing up, towering over the small boy as an obvious amount of anger radiated from his body. "I know you better than that, Echizen. Do you take me for a fool?"
Ryoma's frown deepened, "No, I don't."
"Then why did you say it?"
"Why are you changing the subject?! This whole conversation was based upon you, and you've just twisted it around!" Ryoma blasted the boy. Even though Tezuka was taller than Ryoma, he still found ways to undermine him.
Tezuka remained in his anger-filled state. This boy was so, so infuriating! "I said all there was to say about that subject."
Ryoma sneered, "Then if it was only about 'that', then it shouldn't have bothered you at all!"
"I should never have had the urge to talk to you…" Tezuka said.
"Saa, you're stuck with me now, and I'm not going to stop fuming at you until I fully understand why you're acting so strange!"
Tezuka flinched. 'Acting so strange', the prodigy was right; Tezuka was only this way because of…"…He kissed me."
"Just tell me wh-" Ryoma held back his sentence, at once rethinking his speech. "W-what?" Great speech…
"Atobe, kissed me." Tezuka repeated, softening his tone.
Ryoma sighed. "Saa, I should have known…"
"What?" Tezuka asked stupidly.
The boy rolled his eyes, "Don't you get it? Haven't you seen the way he looks at you continuously? Have you ever seen the obvious signs of lust in his eyes?"
"I-ie…" Tezuka blinked absently.
"He's just like Fuji-senpai. He cannot control himself."
Tezuka gasped softly, "Fuji…?"
"It was just a kiss buchou, honestly…"
"E-Echizen…" Just a kiss? JUST A KISS? Who knows what Atobe would've done if they hadn't arrived at his house at that moment!
"Really, buchou…"
"But…Atobe…kiss…he…I…" Tezuka stumbled detachedly, why was he acting like this? Normally he could pull together a rather intellectual statement together in a matter of seconds.
Ryoma again rolled his eyes before advancing upon his captain, leaning on Tezuka's chest with one hand, he reached his head up and applied a soft kiss onto the captain's head.
Tezuka was flabbergasted. Echizen Ryoma, had kissed him!
"See?" Ryoma smirked as he shifted his lips downward to the nape of Tezuka's neck, licking upwards slowly and almost infuriatingly to the captain's sensitive lips, "I can kiss you too..."
"Echizen…"
"Really, is that all you can say?" Ryoma teased, hesitating before planting a passionate kiss onto Tezuka's lips. He loved the way his captain could crumble so easily under his spell.
"I'm going shopping," Ryoma explained softly before pecking his lover's head.
"Don't…get…careless…though" Tezuka muffled through the pillow, still half asleep on the bed they shared.
Ryoma smiled, "I'll make sure I won't spend too much, okay?"
Tezuka made a groaning sound as the younger boy's weight suddenly lifted from the bed and sent vibrations through the floor as he left the room.
"Good morning sir, shall I open the curtains in your room?" The maid asked cheerfully as she met Ryoma on the landing.
Ryoma shook his head and smiled. "Not just yet, I'm afraid it might wake up Tezuka."
"Okay sir." The woman replied, still smiling as she began to turn around.
"Wait. Could you do me a favor and ask the cook to make some breakfast, for Tezuka that is."
"Hai!" She called, walking down the stairs.
Ryoma inhaled deeply as he leant against the railing. Time to go…Ryoma made his way quickly down the stairs and hopped into his shoes, after picking up his wallet from the small table next to the front door, he also grabbed a set of keys and opened the large wooden door.
"Sir, may I ask where you are off to today?" A voice immersed from behind the short boy, making him jump in surprise.
Ryoma whimpered, clearly embarrassed as he realized it was the butler. "Um, I'm going shopping. Miyuki-san."
The butler smiled warmly, he had one hand held behind his back, making him look quite the part. "Have a good time sir."
Ryoma nodded to the man in acknowledgement and closed the door behind him. Silently battling to decide which car to take with him. He walked swiftly to a nearby red Mazda RX-8 and unlocked it. Slipping into the driver's seat he put the key into the ignition slot and revved the engine, sending pleasurable shivers up and down his spine.
Hmm, I need some lettuce…Ryoma thought to himself as he proceeded toward the vegetable section of the grocery store, basket hanging from side to side, attached to his arm. He reached his hand out to an appealing green bunch of leaves and was suddenly in contact with another persons'. He retracted his hand and looked up at the man whom was now safely grasping the lettuce in his hand. Ryoma gasped.
The man stared at the small boy, or small man…whatever. A smile crept across his face as he realized who it was. It really didn't matter whether or not he was happy seeing this familiar person or not, all he knew he had to do, was to smile for his life and hope for the best outcome. "Ohaiyo, Ryo-chan."
"Ohaiyo, Fuji-senpai." Ryoma replied awkwardly.
Fuji tilted his head slightly, giving off an innocent look of pure affection, but Ryoma knew better. "Tsk tsk, you don't have to call me that now Ryo-chan. We're both in our twenties I presume."
"Must you call me Ryo-chan?" Ryoma retorted.
Fuji chuckled breathily, "Still feral I see."
Ryoma huffed, "Still deceiving as ever, I see."
Fuji opened his eyes half-way, revealing his magnificent azure eyes. This was one of the very rare occasions where he would show them, too. "Now, now Ryo-chan," Fuji said, purposely putting the emphasis on the ending, "Let's not be nasty. Besides, it was you who took him away from me."
Ryoma frowned, displeased where the former tensai was going with this. "Che, mada mada dane."
If Fuji wasn't so good with masking his emotions, he would have slapped the boy. Instead, he just grinned, still sadistic as ever. "You cook?"
"Iie…"
"Then you don't mind at all if I take this lettuce, seeming as you don't need it."
Ryoma felt himself imagining himself punching the tensai, or anything for that matter. Just so he could enjoy the pleasure of wiping the smug grin away from his face. "Do what you like…"
Fuji grinned as he placed the lettuce in a plastic bag and put it neatly into his trolley that was waiting nearby. "How kind of you. But I'll apologize in advance, for I have to leave now. Goodbye, Ryo-chan."
"Bye," Ryoma said gruffly, before retrieving another lettuce from the stand. He hadn't seen or heard from the tensai ever since the end of junior high school. But, perhaps it was better that way…
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