A Prince of Tennis fanfic.
Alpha Pair a.k.a. SanaYuki

Story: Milky Tea (sequel to Sugary Coffee) - Chapter.7

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.

Author's note: FINALLY! For everyone who hates Yukimura for his attitude towards Sanada... Anyway... Happy Valentine's Day! I made it just on time...

Dedication: For you, who should smile more and draw more.

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7. Ginger Ale

The moment he saw Yukimura, Sanada sank lower into his seat. He raised a hand and covered his face, turning his body a little so his back faced Yukimura.

Watching Sanada's reaction, Yanagi simply raised his eyebrows as he continued to observe Yukimura and Koesaki. In contrast to his calmness, however, Kirihara looked as if he was about to rip Koesaki into pieces.

The couple sat about ten metres away, out of hearing distance. Both of them ordered something before beginning to talk. When Koesaki placed a hand on Yukimura's, Kirihara sprung up like a jack-in-the-box. But before he had the time to step forward, Yanagi grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down. "Akaya, don't disturb them," Yanagi said softly, judging Sanada's wistful expression wearily.

"Why are they here?" Kirihara grumbled, ordering a coffee. It seemed that he was going to stay and monitor the couple.

"For one, there's no paparazzi," Sanada said, matter-of-factly. He suddenly coughed and quickly, he covered his mouth with a serviette, careful not to draw Yukimura's attention.

Despite the tension that was building up among the three, Yukimura and Koesaki were still talking quietly, occasional smiles lighting up their beautiful faces. Both of them were leaning forward, their hands almost brushing every time one of them made a gesture. At this sight, Kirihara was furious.

"If I had my racquet, I would bash her head in." Kirihara's eyes were turning red.

"Akaya," Yanagi warned, "don't think about anything unnecessary."

Kirihara's coffee arrived. He drank it in a gulp and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand in a rough motion. His eyes set upon Koesaki, still and cold, like a hungry wolf. Yanagi felt a murderous aura emitting from the enraged Kirihara. His red eyes seemed to glow under the dim lights, the eyes of a blood-thirsty animal.

The air surrounding Sanada, however, was quite the opposite. Even though both their auras were laced with elements of sadness, Sanada's was composed mainly of loneliness and occasionally, when a trill of laughter drifted over from the couple's table, an outburst of disgust.

Both Akaya and Genichirou... Yanagi sighed and shook his head sadly. His eyes settled on Kirihara's snarl, then Sanada's down-turned lips and finally, Yukimura's smile. Yanagi shook his head again; he knew that both Kirihara and especially Sanada had reasons to be angry and upset...

But they did not see the sufferance on Yukimura's face.

Koesaki Tsukimoya smiled again, her lips curling perfectly as they did in photo shoots. "So?" She asked, her voice high and shrilly.

Yukimura dropped another four sugar cubes into his coffee. Thirteen altogether. He looked up at Koesaki and said coldly, "Why are you using me to become famous?" The apathetic tone made the question seemed almost like a statement. Or even more precisely, a command for an answer.

"You are currently the most popular idol. But of course, as soon as your popularity drops, I won't bother you anymore." Koesaki's smile turned into something not-so-perfect, something between a smirk and a snarl. It reminded Yukimura of a snake.

"I knew it," Yukimura said, a hint of remorse in his voice, "but of course, I went along with your plan because... well, you blackmailed me by saying you would use your father's connections to terminate my contracts. But now, I can rely on my own fame and I've had enough of you."

Koesaki blinked her large eyes. "Enough?" She asked and leaned forward until her lips were beside Yukimura's ear. Three tables away, Kirihara slammed his fist onto the table, almost knocking a cup over. But neither Koesaki nor Yukimura heard. "No," she said, "you don't have a choice."

"I don't?" Yukimura asked half-heartedly, dropping another seven sugar cubes into his coffee. Twenty sugar cubes. He wondered what Sanada would say if he saw this. With that thought in mind, he temporarily forgot about the annoying bitch in front of him and grinned.

The sweet, longing smile alarmed Koesaki, but then proceeded to amuse her. "Thinking of your lover, aren't you?"

Yukimura lifted his head immediately, his eyes narrowed in alert. "What are you talking about?" He growled, staring at her.

"Oh yes," Koesaki grinned horribly, "I know about your lover."

He sank back into the chair and sipped his coffee. His mind was blank, overwhelmed by shock and surprise. How did she know about Sanada? He searched in her eyes for answers, but all he could see was hideous vanity. Drinking the steaming coffee, Yukimura recollected his thoughts, and when he finished, he said icily, "I don't care what you do."

"You wouldn't care even if I exposed your relationship and ruin you?"

"No."

A look of surprise clouded her face before it lit in yet another wolfish smile. "What if I ruin your lover as well? Or what if I have a little fun and arrange a little accident? It wouldn't be anything serious... maybe just something to do with the dark alleys and baseball bats."

Upon hearing that, Yukimura's face contorted in extreme anger and fear. He stood up and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving a few notes on the table to pay the bill. Four pairs of eyes followed him until he disappeared. Sanada frowned, Kirihara scowled and Yanagi emerged in thoughts. They were all curious about Yukimura's abrupt leave, but three tables away...

Koesaki Tsukimoya giggled.

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