Hmm, I don't actually have anything interesting to post and I bet you are all quite grateful for it. Anyway, this one is a two parter, and I hope you enjoy it. Once again, thank you to everyone who keeps reviewing this story, and I hope anyone who reads it enjoys it!

Disclaimer: I'm not awesome enough to own Prince of Tennis. -sigh-

"Uh huh." Oishi had excused himself from dinner, and was now pacing his room as he spoke on his cellphone. "It's kind of late though -- I know that."

Oishi glanced at the clock, it was 9 pm, it wasn't that late after all. He was an adult, adults went out late like this. But then again most adults didn't have people like Tezuka and Fuji practically breathing down their necks. He wasn't even sure they'd let him out of the house for one thing. He never usually wanted to go out late, so they'd immediately get suspicious and end up arguing with him until it really was too late for him to leave. Thus they'd end up way too proud of themselves and he'd end up having to find a explanation for why couldn't make it without sounding like sixteen year old still living with his parents.

He didn't really want to go drinking with his colleagues, because he always ended up the sober person in charge of getting everyone home safely. Which usually meant him paying lots of cab fair and calling many girlfriends to come pick of their boyfriends. It wasn't designated, it was a part of his mother hen complex that reared its ugly head when his friends started to get wasted. Thus he spent half the time fluttering around making sure everyone was still conscious while making sure they hadn't slipped him anything because he needed to 'relax'.

"I really don't think -- Oh, fine." Oishi sighed, realizing that he wasn't getting anywhere. Besides wasn't he the one who wanted to get out of the house anyway? "Just try to make sure you are all alive until I get there."

Hanging up, he stuffed the phone in his pocket. Went to his drawer to find a nicer shirt, while thinking of his escape plan. Both Fuji and Tezuka were still in the kitchen, and Oishi was sure if he hurried he could get out before they blocked the exit. Determinedly, he grabbed his wallet and jacket before exiting his room. Heading quickly for the front door he shouted. "I'm going out for a bit." Feeling slightly bad about the improper way he was doing things, but realising this was the only way he would successfully leave the house with harassment.

His friends were right, he did need to relax.

"Hes been gone for two hours and still hasn't called." Fuji was curled in Tezuka's lap on the couch, watching the tv, but barely paying attention. His hands were fidgeting with Tezuka's shirt sleeve as he suddenly spoke.

Tezuka sighed and looked at his watch, it was 11:13, it wasn't technically that late. Though Oishi hadn't told them where he was going, who he was going to be with, what he would be doing or anything. Of course he knew Oishi was most likely out with his fellow teachers, but that didn't stop him from worrying. Oishi had been stressed the past few days, he might be tempted to take a few drinks, and he couldn't hold his alcohol well at all, and if everyone else was drunk as well...

"I'm going to call him." Fuji climbed off his lap to retrieve the phone from the kitchen. Fuji returned quickly, dialing buttons rapidly as he sat down next to Tezuka and held the phone to his ear.

Tezuka couldn't help but hope Oishi answered, that way he could clear any worries he might be having. But judging by Fuji's face and the fact that he hadn't said anything that was the exact opposite. That wasn't good, Oishi always answered the phone, at least when it was Fuji or Tezuka, and even when he was out with friends.

"No answer?" Tezuka frowned as Fuji clicked the off button and shook his head. Narrowing his eyes slightly, Tezuka looked at his watch again, 11:18. "We'll give it another hour."

Fuji turned to him, eyes open and piercing. He was not happy, and so Tezuka added to placate him. "Maybe just half."

"And then Yoko-chan told me I spent to much time on the computer...but thats my job right. And all those kids writing in horrible english...dunno what I'm gonna do." Kawagichi was holding a drink in one hand with his head resting pathetically on the other, fighting to keep his eyes open. "Oishi-chan is lucky he doesn't have to go through these things..."

"Hmmm." Oishi wasn't really listening, no he was trying to stay awake while wanting to barf at the same time. He was never letting Kawagichi order for him again. He didn't feel drunk, but he was sure if he tried to stand up he'd just end up on the floor. No, instead he was stuck listening to Kawagichi's complaints and trying to control his stomach. "Mmm-hmm."

"Don't know why." Kawagichi continued. "Oishi-chan is so cute, but he needs a girlfriend cause hes so boring. And he worries to much...needs somebody..."

Everytime he heard Oishi-chan an image of Fuji appeared in his head, and that was exactly what he was trying to avoid. One more won't hurt. He downed the half-empty glass and set it down, squeezing his eyes tight and ordering his stomach to just deal with it. This was so bad, not only were Fuji and Tezuka probably fuming, but he was never going to make it home at this point.

"...what it would be like to kiss a guy...ne.." Kawagichi poked Oishi's cheek.

Turning to look at him, he barely had time to react as his co-worker leaned over and planted a sloppy wet kiss right on his lips. Kawagichi pulled away first, eyes blurry as he gave Oishi a lopsided grin. Oishi's brain seemed to be having a delayed reaction as he just sat there and blinked, the only coherent thought seemed to be. Tezuka and Fuji were much better than this.

"That wasn't very good Oishi-chan...we have to try again." Kawagichi put a hand on Oishi's shoulder to steady himself as he leaned forward.

Wait..what? Oishi's brain was thinking, but his body couldn't seem to move. Instead he watch stupidly as Kawagichi got closer and closer. Stop, stop, stop - you idiot!

"Thats quite enough."

Oishi blinked at the familiar voice, and barely registered when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist to pull him from his bar stool. He blindly held onto the person as he felt his legs go wobbly. This is really warm, feels really nice. Most of all, there was no more kissing, he didn't want to be kissed by Kawagichi. He wanted to be kissed by...

"Come on Syuuchiro, Fuji paid the tab, we're going now."

He was pretty sure that was Tezuka, and going now seemed to be a good idea. Using Tezuka's shoulder, he carefully took steps, not even bothering to try and look down, knowing he would fall if he even tried.

"What have you done to yourself, Oishi?" Fuji was at his other side, steadying him as they exited the bar together.

Oishi didn't answer, instead he was lost in thought. Not able to believe was he was feeling. Feels safe, I feel so safe. If it were any other situation he might be scared, but now, he felt like he could stay in this warm embrace forever.

Ooooo, something interesting might be happening! Who is excited? Actually I'm quite excited! Lol, get ready for the next part.

Love, Tabis