Disclaimer: IS NOT MINE!
Warning: Grammar/spelling mistakes, missing words/letters. Characters are probably going to be OOC. Possible yaoi in the future, bad language and maybe fighting scenes or places were one is beaten up or there are people hurting themselves.
Pairing: Royal Pair [Atobe/Ryoma]
Side pairings: Saeki/Fuji, Oishi/Eiji (So, unpredictable), Sengoku/Ann, Akutsu/?. For now, that's it.
I Cry For The Last Time
Chapter five: Oh Really?
The black sports car drove in the street that went along the house that Tezuka lived in, together with his parents that were currently outside the country due to his father's work. At least, that was what the teen in question said to the others.
The BMW didn't drive fast, it slowly moved forward, the driver casting a bored look at the houses and people passing by, the old ladies and kids that were walking with their mothers or dogs. Once his blue eyes landed on the house that was owned by the Tezuka family, he wanted to speed up a little, but then he changed his mind. It seemed that someone was in too much of a hurry to leave after a very interesting night spent at the Seigaku's ex-captain's.
Once the teen boy was out of sight, he stopped the car right in front of Tezuka's house. He made the engine cease the quiet purrs and got out of the car, locking it with the small remote in his right hand. While walking the few steps until the main door and pushing the doorbell once, his mind wandered to the countless possibilities of why had the so-called traitor suddenly shown up again.
The door opens, revealing a sleepy looking Tezuka, without his glasses and the brown locks all messed up, and his forehead frowned in slight irritation and eyes trying to find whoever just interrupted his sleep. If he was sleeping.
"Atobe," his voice is as emotionless as always, despite his lack of clothes and the earliness of the morning, "mind if I ask you; why are you here? At," his eyes shift a little to his right, "half eight in the morning? On a Sunday."
He is known for being rather talkative when suffering from lack of sleep, Keigo musses to himself. He smirks; that usual, all knowing smirk of his and crosses his arms in front of himself, leaning his weight on the left leg, "I came to talk you about… Some matters. And since I know that you usually are very busy during weekends, I figured that a visit now would be more, how should I say…" he touched his lips with the right hand's ring finger.
"I get it, so… Just come inside." Tezuka manages to refrain himself from sighing. He turns around, Keigo can see the upper part of Tezuka's butt-crack because of the low-riding light green sweat pants, and disappears from sight.
Keigo invites himself in and after shutting the door behind his back, the small hallway sinking into semi-darkness, goes the all too familiar way to the guestroom.
"Brat! Get your ass here!" Akutsu yelled from where he was standing in front of a stove.
It took some time for Ryoma's slightly crumpled form to dive out of the room he was given while living here and actually register where he was and who called him. His piercings, that usually decorated his lover lip and ears, were missing, only the small holes reminded of their existence, hair covered his eyes and the long-sleeved shirt covered his tattoo.
He yawned before looking in Akutsu's direction, "Food."
"Yeah, yeah.. But only after you actually wake up." Akutsu grumbled and straightened the apron around his stomach, "And you will have to wander around the town again today until the evening." He smirked, cigarette between his teeth again, "I have a guest coming over."
"Ehhhh… So you do have someone you're dating. How come I didn't know about this?" Ryoma stole a piece of bacon from the frying pan and successfully evaded a fork that was thrown at him.
Akutsu made something like a growl, "Because I was smart enough not to tell you. Hey, don't steal my cigarettes, you damn brat!" Ryoma still didn't put it away and flickered the flame from Akutsu's lighter over its tip, "Anyway, he doesn't believe that shit spread around about you, so it won't matter if he sees you."
"So basically, it's not like you will be dumped because of me, but I have to disappear so that you can have some quality sexy time together, right?" Ryoma blew out a cloud of gray-ish smoke that soon was blown out of the kitchen.
A plate, full with eggs, bacon and some kind of salad, was slid in front of him and the red apron landed on the back of chair in front of him, "At least you're not stupid."
"Why thank you." Sarcasm could be spotted.
When Ryoma once again walked out of his bedroom the piercings were back in their usual places, today the color was changed from black to lime, just like his shirt, worn under the long-sleeved, black, leather jacket that had chains sewn on it. He had on the same lime color pants that seemed too long for him and rode low on his hips, shaping his ass in a sexy kind of way. The black Converse was the same pair that he wore for yesterday's tennis match with Akutsu.
Akutsu didn't even look up from the magazine he was reading, "I'll text when we're done. Also, I'll add a grocery list, so run into a supermarket or something, on your way back." He reached for another cigarette from the pack that was innocently lying on the table. "Do you have some cash on you?"
"Maybe, but I have some on my card." Ryoma looked in the mirror, ruffling his hair up a bit. "But, just don't do it my room, I'll have nightmares otherwise."
Akutsu glared, "There is always the couch."
Ryoma shot him a peeved look and slid his phone in the pocket of his pants, mp3 in his right hand as the left was holding the big headphones. "Sometimes, I have the urge to hit you in the balls, you know."
"What a surprise!" Akutsu was faking the surprised tone, "Me too." The sarcasm was way too obvious. "Now get the hell out, he'll be here any minute."
Ryoma rolled his eyes and the headphones covered his ears, The Gazette song blasting from them. "Yeah, yeah… Akutsu-sama." He managed to duck from the unidentified flying object that was thrown at him after the sama comment.
For the whole ten minutes that Keigo was alone in the semi-dark guestroom, because of the blinds covering the windows, he had managed to cease the thoughts about the so-called Prince of Tennis and think more about how, and what, he should ask Tezuka. He really didn't want to talk to Tezuka, off all people, but Keigo was not stupid or mentally challenged to not to see what was in front of him.
Fear.
Some of the used-to-be Seigaku regulars had fear in their eyes every time he, or someone else, brought up the topic about that fateful last day at the Nationals. There were exceptions like Fuji, Momoshiro (for some unknown reasons) and Tezuka himself, but the rest… One look from Tezuka and they would put up fake smiles and repeat the same things over and over again, like a bunch of well trained robots.
Or maybe I should call them Tezuka's bitches? Even if the language is too vulgar for someone of my status. Keigo couldn't stop the amused smile that was pulling up the corners of his lips.
"I'm sorry I made you wait, Atobe." Tezuka's even voice stopped that playful smile from forming on Keigo's face. He sat down on one of the chairs, not really next to Keigo and not really in front of him, the shadows playing on his face. "What was it that you wanted to talk about with me?"
Keigo crossed his hands in front of himself again, just like his legs. "I heard some strange rumors from… people. I came to find out just how real they are, so I would be able to act according to their realness. Does it bother you, Tezuka?" He glanced at Tezuka for a moment, but then averted his eyes.
"Depends." A moment of silence "Depends on what kind of rumors, and about what they are." Tezuka said, not even a hint that he might know already. But Keigo wasn't one of the best for nothing. He could feel the air around Tezuka changing a bit, even if the teen in question didn't feel it himself.
A smirk, "Rumors about a certain someone being back. The rest, you should know yourself." Keigo closed his eyes, securing Tezuka with a fake moment of privacy.
"There are, yes, I know. And," Keigo lifted his eyelids for a little bit, "they are true. However, I have not met him personally. But what exactly do you wish to know regarding this?" Tezuka now had a tint of annoyance in his voice.
Keigo averted his eyes again, "Why did he come back?" it wasn't the time for dancing around the issue and prying the answer out of someone little by little. This was Tezuka here; nothing that comes of his mouth is accidental mistake or something spontaneous. Keigo learned that a long time ago.
Tezuka does not answer immediately. He gets up and walks to lift up the blinders and allow the weak light to shine inside the room. Keigo can't see his face anymore. "I do not know that, just like I don't know the reason he suddenly left. But, I do know that something will happen because of his sudden… Stunt, I'm sure."
"That may be true, it may." Keigo doesn't change his pose, "But you do know that someone will try to befriend him again. What will you do when you have to choose friends or him? What will you do when things won't go as you have planned?" the slight mockery in Keigo's voice caused Tezuka to clutch his fingers together into a fist and tremble a bit.
The bespectacled teen turned away from the window, his eyes shining in anger and suspicion behind the glasses. He gave Keigo a long look before asking. "What are you talking about Atobe?" his voice was cold as ice now, "I can assure you that I have no idea why you are saying that. And what others do is not my problem."
"Well, if you say so Tezuka, if you say so." Though, Keigo's suspicions only got stronger. He got up from the chair and turned his back to the other, his eyes boring into the shadowed paintings hanging on the wall. "I should go now, I guess, there are probably guests coming to see you."
"You are one of my guests, Atobe. So you shouldn't say it quite like that." It could be heard that he was trying to control some emotion from breaking loose and showing its true self.
Keigo turned around to give Tezuka a final look for today and a smirk that screamed 'I-know-it-all' tugging the corners of his lips again. "Maybe, but I don't come to let you have some fun with parts of my body." He started to walk out of the room, "I shall not disturb you anymore."
Once the door clicked shut after him and the house sank into the stuffy silence, did Tezuka let the annoyance and hatred to burn in his eyes so vividly and strongly. His form slightly trembled from the anger and the silence was shattered to pieces when his fist connected with the glass of the window next to him. Shards of glass flew to different sides, some staying stuck in his hand, blood dripping down his hand and on the carpet, coloring it dark red.
"Fuck." A quiet whisper fluttered through the house.
Ryoma had been walking around the shopping district for a while now. The shops were all fine and all that, but… Nothing seemed to catch Ryoma's interest or at least entertain him for more than two seconds. There weren't any piercing shops around, so he couldn't waste time around looking for a new one to add to the collection he already had. The shops with the latest fashion, shoes, cafes and shops with random junk in them seemed so boring and stupid to him, so in the end, he decided to just wander around the neighborhood.
People who he didn't knew, houses that he has never seen, all was so different from what the seventeen year old remembered. He sighed, turning the music up a notch, and turned at another random corner, not really caring where he was going. The people that went by still stared at him, as if he was some criminal or delinquent. Well, it wasn't like he cared anyway.
The scenery changed bit by bit, but Ryoma still continued to walk, deeper into the blocks of houses; those that belonged to the rich and wealthy. The people around him had disappeared somewhere along the way and now he was completely alone.
He slowly walked down the road, not noticing the black sports car speeding up from behind him (not hearing too, actually), switching to a new 'The Gazette' song. Though, when the car stopped right next to him, the engine not ceasing it's purring, Ryoma looked up from the sidewalk and tried to look past the black, toned glass. Slowly, it started to side down and disappear into the space in the car door, revealing the driver.
Ryoma widened his eyes for a small fraction, but then the cold expression that he wore when the talk was about someone from Japan, settled on his face. "Yo, Atobe. Want to question me just like everybody else do, or you just decided to use this chance and rape me?"
"I wonder about that myself Echizen." Was all the Keigo answered him before opening the door and inviting Ryoma in his car.
A/N: Yeah… So, just wanted to let you know that I might not be able to update regularly and a lot of different chapters/onehots at the same time, because… Because. Because of my busy schedule, that's why. I have stupid school, Japanese courses and just recently I started to attend driving school/lessons too, so I have only one (ONE) free day in the whole week. (Not to mention that my teachers are trying to kill me with the mountains of homework that they give me… Us.)
So, the deal is, I HAVE NO FUCKING FREE TIME! *epic explosions on the background as I stand on top of a mountain* I probably have disappointed some of you, BUT I am still alive (for how long, I don't know) and my stories will go on! :D
Yes, that was what I wanted to tell you.
P.S. Please, check out my story 'Nightmare'. It's so underrated that I'm thinking of not continuing it. HELP ME FIND THE WILL SO SAVE IT PLEASE! O.O Sorry, lack of sleep and big doses of caffeine.
THANK YOU ALL FOR READING THIS RANT! :D