A Prince of Tennis fanfic.
Alpha Pair a.k.a. SanaYuki
Story: Milky Tea (Sequel to Sugary Coffee) - Chapter.10
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.
Author's note: In an extremely annoyed mood, as for now.
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10. Distilled Water
"Prove it," Yukimura said coldly. "Prove that I was with my lover the other day."
"I will," Koesaki smirked and took her phone out of her Bvlgari handbag. After flipping through photos to find the one she wanted, she handed the phone to Yukimura. "Don't try to delete it. I have multiple backup copies." Yukimura nodded and took the phone. "There are more. Just keep flipping through them," she said, her eyes fixed on Yukimura, waiting for his reaction.
Yukimura stared at the screen. Indeed, there was a girl with him in the picture and indeed, she looked like his lover with her arm hooked onto his. Yukimura flipped through the pictures, his expression becoming more and more tense with every picture. There was no ambiguity that the man in the pictures was him and that the girl was going out with him. "Where did you take these?" He demanded, handing the phone back to her.
"Who cares? As long as I have them." She grinned and slipped her phone back into her bag.
Yukimura's tight expression suddenly relaxed, alarming Koesaki. "I don't mind if you give these pictures to the media," he said calmly, sipping his wine slowly, his eyes fixed onto hers.
"Are you crazy?!"
"No, but I really don't mind if these pictures---"
"You're just trying to throw me off track, aren't you?" The confident smile returned to her face again.
"No," Yukimura placed his glass down.
"Then why don't you care?!"
"Because..." Yukimura burst into a fit of laughter. When it finally subdued, he leaned back and crossed his arms, staring at her intently with serious eyes. "Because, she's my sister."
Those words did not register in Koesaki's mind for a few moments and when they finally hit her, she took out her phone and stared at the pictures. Realising that Yukimura's words were true, she pulled on her hair in fury and downed another glass of wine. How could she not have noticed the similar figures, the same sapphire-tinged hair, the same charming smiles... everything about the Yukimura siblings was the same – the only differences were their gender and height.
"Tut tut," Yukimura leaned forward and supported his chin with his hand, "looks like your plan is ruined."
"I..."
Yukimura smiled and took out his phone, dialling his manager's number. As he waited for the phone to connect, he turned and looked out the window. It had begun to rain. "It's Yukimura," he said cheerfully when the lines connected, "remember what we agreed before?" He traced the trail of a raindrop that slid down the window with a slender finger. "Yes, I've solved the problem." Then, with a quick "thank you", he hung up.
"Koesaki-san," Yukimura said. It was no longer Moya-chan.
Koesaki lifted her head and looked at him pitifully. For a moment, Yukimura smiled kindly. But it quickly twisted into a jeering smirk. "Very soon, you will experience what it feels like to have what you most treasure taken away."
She parted her lips to reply, but the doors of the restaurant suddenly swung open, the young man entering catching her attention. Surprisingly, no one stopped him. He looked around, as if searching for someone. Then, his expression lit when he caught sight of Koesaki and Yukimura. He charged straight to their table, much to Koesaki's shock. She did not know this young man.
"Akaya," Yukimura greeted the young man.
Akaya? Koesaki wondered. Then, remembering what Yukimura said about tennis during an interview, she realised that it was Kirihara Akaya who was standing in front of her.
"This is Koesaki-san," Yukimura gestured towards her. She quickly greeted Kirihara with a curt nod.
"Ah..." Kirihara looked amused, "of course. I've heard a lot about you."
Koesaki blushed. Perhaps, without Yukimura, she could still achieve stardom. "Can you excuse us for a moment?" Kirihara asked and walked away with Yukimura. Koesaki stared at the two men, wondering what was happening.
"What is it, Akaya?" Yukimura asked.
"You seem to be in a good mood," Kirihara replied.
"That's not what I asked," the demanding tone seeped through Yukimura's voice and instinctively, Kirihara took a step back. "But," the cheerfulness returned again, "I found out that the person she thought was my lover was not Sanada, but rather, my sister."
"Sayu-chan?"
"Uh-huh. Ridiculous, isn't it?" Yukimura grinned and tucked a strand of stray hair behind his ear. "What do you want to tell me?"
An air of seriousness suddenly settled around Kirihara. "Fukubuchou has forgiven you," he said quietly.
"How would you know? And how did you even know that I was here?"
Kirihara rolled his eyes. "Yanagi-senpai, of course. No matter how old we are, he can still read us like opened books."
Yukimura nodded solemnly and asked, "Where's Sanada?"
Kirihara smiled and Yukimura understood. "Take care of her for me," Yukimura said, his lips tightening. He turned and ran out of the restaurant. Kirihara watched Yukimura disappear into the rain before returning to the table where Koesaki was sitting.
Ah... buchou's so eager...
"I'm Kirihara Akaya," he said politely and stopped a waiter to order a glass of wine. "Sorry about Yukimura-san. Something came up suddenly so---"
"It's fine," she said, smiling sweetly again, pleased that Kirihara seemed to be unaware of the precise nature of her relationship (blackmailing, as Yukimura would have said) with Yukimura. "Kirihara-san, are you free tonight?"
Kirihara nodded. The wine arrived and he slowly took a sip, his eyes set on her like an eagle on its prey.
"Would you like to go somewhere afterwards then?" She asked, putting her hand over his.
He eyed her hand and smiled, still sipping his wine. After a few minutes, he finally finished his wine, placing the empty glass on the table. Then, his lips curled in a demonic smirk and he pulled his hand back, slapping her in one fluid motion. Shocked, she held her cheek in pain, glaring at Kirihara hatefully with large, teary eyes. "Don't try anymore," he spat, wiping his mouth with the napkin, "I know everything that you've done to Yukimura-san."
"You..." She bit her lips, in disbelief that Kirihara had slapped her.
"Listen," Kirihara's eyes were frighteningly bloodshot, "if you ever trouble Yukimura-san again, I will personally come and rip you into pieces. It would be such a shame if your pretty face was ripped into shreds, wouldn't it?" Koesaki looked down in fear of the intense red eyes that was boring into her face. "I will not hold back if you do something like that again. If you interfere with Yukimura-san's life once more..."
"I will kill you."
Without another word, Kirihara left a few notes on the table before walking out of the restaurant, leaving Koesaki in shock.
BRRRING...
Koesaki jumped at the sudden noise. Taking a deep breath to slow her heart, she picked up the phone. It was her manager.
Three minutes later, her world had collapsed completely. All her movie contracts had been terminated. She was no longer the MC for an upcoming reality show. The record company had discarded the proposal of releasing her first album. In three minutes, Koesaki Tsukimoya had fallen from fame to trash.
She buried her face in her hands, breaking down in sobs. The words of her manager flashed across her mind: It seems that Yukimura-san is refusing to work with you. Sorry, but between you and him... there is no choice.
Koesaki Tsukimoya walked out of the expensive restaurant, head hung low and face wet with tears. She was nothing more than a mere girl.
Icarus flew too high and the sun melted his wings of wax.
Yukimura ran into the dark, his shoes splashing through puddles, drenching his jeans. He looked around, panting, his hair plastered to his face and his clothes clinging onto his skin. The rain streamed down his face as he ran down the path, passing pedestrians with large umbrellas. He continued running through the rain for another ten minutes or so until he reached a park.
It was the park near the first apartment he had shared with Sanada.
It was the park where on Yukimura's 20th birthday, when they were separated by their misunderstandings, Sanada had sat for hours, drenched by the freezing rain.
It was the park where Yukimura had realised how much he had loved Sanada and how much Sanada had loved him.
And today... it was the park where Sanada was waiting for him under a large, black umbrella.
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Serves her right... by the way, does anyone know why she's called Koesaki? [hint: something to do with the kanji of her name... and something to do with a character I hate]
Guess right and I'll dedicate the next chapter to you. XD