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Adult ++
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Part 13
For All the Wrong Reasons
by Lemon & Chai
Sorry for the wait! Much life-age. -cries-
Rating: N17. Bondage, S&M, D/s, and well everything else. Yuki-muse is horny.
Summary: A YukiFuji, SanaTezu fic, with eventual fivesome with Atobe. Inspired by kitti-chan and lolistar.
Warning: When I said it would be classic, I lied. -sobs- Or rather, my muses lied to me and said it would be classic, then turned it into the mess that bubbled out below. -cries a river-
Review replies:
danu: Atobe has good intentions, that\'s what\'s important. XD Yuki is maternal at heart, he can\'t help the other side of himself. YukiFuji aren\'t really canon enough to be OTP, but they\'re both so hawt, they get to be together just for that kufufufufufu.
loli: -glomps- You flatter me even when I have no confidence -squees- Who wouldn\'t like to wake up between those two?! XD Sanada is like the most clueless lucky guy ever. I agree, possessiveness is majorly sexy XDDD -cries- actually I\'m in New York for Christmas, we went to Hawaii in previous years though and that was so much better. It\'s cold here and everyone in my family but me got sick. OTL
yellow: you\'re welcome! Thanks for the review! :D
shourin: Ore-sama\'s lawyer muse has announced that ore-sama is beyond \'cute\' - the correct terminology would be \'supreme\'. \'Perfect in every way\' is also acceptable. XD; errr anyways, I believe in my fangirling heart that Sanada and Yukimura can make up... there\'s just a lot of baggage between them, and Sanada doesn\'t know how to sort it all out and Yuki-mama refuses to do it for him. Oooo, that is definitely Fuji\'s philosophy - he gives up so easily. .__.
Kyan! I love your character analysis though XD hit the nail on the head (gah, guessed the plot again -sweatdrop-). Dead on with Tezuka and Sanada too - they are such \'manly men\' (and men are just hard to understand in general o.O). They definitely have a savior mentality -nods in agreement-
Atobe... I have trouble understanding him (and his lawyers are scary! D: -sniff-); but what can you expect from a rich brat who\'s always had everything? He\'s a good guy though, at heart. ^^
Krystal: XD Gyahahaha, glad it came off amusing. Atobe tries... really. What can he do when his offer for help (calling in maids) is rejected? Kufufu, glad you liked the omake, there\'s probably going to be a series of them (but more for the sake of developing plot, unlike this purely PWP smutty one ^^;;).
Mysilv: WAH really? XD; Thank you! I don\'t have much confidence in the smutt but my muses don\'t seem to care, they just charge away and write all sorts of things. XD; If only I had control over my story... -sigh- OTL
n: Saa..... (kufufufu XD)
"My family was fine, until I destroyed it."
Fuji looked towards the window as he spoke, and for once, he wasn\'t smiling.
"If I hadn\'t been born, they would still all be together now."
He motioned towards the empty house, as if this were an explanation.
"Just start from the beginning," cooed Yukimura, rubbing his back soothingly.
"I ... " Fuji sighed, knowing he would have to say everything if he wanted them to understand. But even then, they probably wouldn\'t...
"It was apparent early on that I was ... special. By the time I was one, I knew over twenty words, and before I reached two I was speaking in full sentences. Yumiko started teaching me how to read and write when I was three, and by the time I was five I was able to read children\'s books on my own.
"My parents were ecstatic; they would brag about me at work and to the neighbors. I learned piano and chess, and excelled at both of them. I even beat my father when we played... And I learned tennis. But tennis was different, because I was so much smaller than the other boys my age and had to develop special moves in order to keep up. I don\'t know why I tried so hard, my parents rarely praised me... they came to expect I would be good at whatever they gave me, and I was.
"Yuuta was born a year after me, and it was obvious early on that he was... normal. Even my sister, though she\'s not a genius, had some talents she excelled at early on, but Yuuta learned at an ordinary pace. He sees the world the same way that everyone else does, and because of that he gets along so much better with people and makes true friendships based on understanding-"
"Fuji," Tezuka warned, keeping him on track. The tensai could ramble on for hours about his brother if allowed.
After a second, Fuji continued, "I\'ve speculated in hind sight why I did what I did, but I don\'t really remember what I was thinking at the time. Maybe I was sad that Yuuta was getting yelled at for not keeping up with me, and wanted to give him a chance... or maybe I was jealous because Yuuta got more attention than me, by always getting in trouble...
"I stopped trying. Actually, I purposely manipulated my answers to drop my grades. I made a game out of choosing the wrong answers... maybe I was just bored." He paused, as if considering what to say. He grew lost in his own thoughts, face blank and voice fading... Tezuka gently squeezed his hand, as if to bring him back.
"My father was always scary when he came home drunk, but this was different......When I first brought home a B, he punched me, and the first time I got a C..." his eyes grew unfocused as he spoke. "... I couldn\'t play tennis for a while. ... Maybe he was abusive before, but I don\'t remember him being so. I don\'t remember being shocked at the time... everyone, my teachers and classmates, had made such a big deal about my falling grades that I felt I deserved it.
"But I didn\'t stop. I failed my classes, lost in the first few rounds of chess tournaments, played no more than chopsticks on the piano. My father yelled at me for fooling around, told me I was a bastard for wasting the talents he wished he\'d had, and used his fists to back his words. I didn\'t fight back, but I didn\'t change, either. I dropped out of everything but tennis, was dropped to lower level classes, and when I came home...
"After awhile, it became like a habit. He got used to hitting me, and then it wasn\'t about punishment anymore... when he was drunk, when he had a hard day at work, he\'d take it out at home. He started hating his job, and became more and more rough...
"I think that at first, my mother tried to protect me, but then he hit her too... Yumiko made it sound like I protected her, but all I did was be the first to get in my father\'s way when he got home. I remember my mother crying, but staying with Yuuta and Yumiko in another room. I was never her favorite child..."
He drifted off again, but Yukimura pecked his cheek to bring him back. "Even now?" It seemed strange to the bluenette, hearing this other side of the warm, friendly woman he\'d met moments before.
"... I doubt it, but now she treats me like a friend. More like a very close penpal than a son. She\'s abroad three-fourths of the year, mostly with my father, sometimes with her parents."
"But she loves you," Tezuka stated with no doubt in his voice.
"Yes." A small, gentle smile appeared on the Fuji\'s lips, and Sanada thought it was the first real smile he\'d seen the brunette make. "Don\'t misunderstand, I love my parents very much, my father as well. He used to play with us... back when we lived in Chiba, we\'d go to the beach and he taught us how to fly a kite. We went on family vacations abroad, and he taught me English and French. He\'s the one who introduced me to tennis, taught me how to serve, and rallied with me even when I was too small to get the ball over the net. ...
"Those times ended because of me. ... Because I was defiant. Part of the reason I didn\'t fight back was because if I tried, it would only get worse... he would yell at me to stop looking at him, \'with those eyes\' ..."
Settled in a nicely sized arm chair, Atobe listened contemplatively to the story, feeling slightly disturbed as he realized how little he knew of his former boyfriend. He\'d discussed everything and anything with Fuji, back when they were dating, but his personal life... the tensai never talked about that. Not that the diva had either.
It sounded to him like Fuji thought his father saw rebellion in his eyes, that he wasn\'t aware of how very haunting his pale blue orbs gleamed in darkness...
"Just because you took it, doesn\'t mean you deserved it," Tezuka growled harshly, but Fuji didn\'t seem to hear him. His half-lidded eyes of blue glazed over, as if he just wasn\'t there.
"... I\'m not strong, and I never have been. But as long as he didn\'t hit Yuuta, it was alright. Around that time, I was getting a lot of pressure from many places, and it was only Yuuta who looked at the real me, so pure and innocent until ... until I failed to protect him... "
His words came out slowly, but his voice was eerily smooth, as if he\'d thought of what to say a million times before, though never before shared.
"That night was a mistake. Father got angry at Yuuta for breaking a plate at dinner, and for the first time, punched him instead of me... he hit him so hard in the head, and Yuuta was so tiny... he flew against the wall, and father was going to hit him again..... had a concussion and went the hospital... Yuuta has a scar now, like a cross, over his temple...
"My mother was so angry. My father requested a transfer, and has been abroad ever since ... he doesn\'t talk to me, and I haven\'t seen him in years."
Fuji\'s voice faded in and out, barely audible at times, as if he forgot to breath. It was the kind of story that took a while to sink in. Sanada could barely imagine the tiny smiling boy from the pictures being beaten by a shadowy figure. The tensai was really a stranger to him, but still, it made him feel angry.
Picturing the rest of the family cowering in another room, letting the oldest son who accepted everything be hurt, made Tezuka\'s usually calm visage twist in anger and disgust. It was guilt, he knew, that made Fuji\'s mother the way she was now. Sweet, friendly, caring, because she couldn\'t stop it then, and this was the best she could do.
But what was it about Yuuta that they all adored? Atobe was an only child so he couldn\'t grasp the view siblings had of each other. Of course he\'d heard the notion of \'the baby of the family\'. But as far as he could tell, the youngest Fuji was so... average, compared to the rest of his family. From the way Syuusuke would go on and on about him, it was like they idolized his normalcy. It was too much of a paradox for the diva to understand. At least, from what he knew, he admired the younger Fuji for his perseverance; Yuuta had to work for his skills, and though Atobe had been given everything material since birth, there was still so much he had to work hard to attain. He emphasized with the struggle to shine from the shadows of an overachieving family.
Yukimura thought that if he ever met Fuji\'s father, he\'d twist his head off. Fuji belonged to him, and the only one who could hurt Fuji was him - and he didn\'t really hurt Fuji, not like that. He understood the tensai\'s feelings in a way the others couldn\'t; the need for attention in any form, the silent scream to be noticed, seen not as the perfect son but as himself, by the ones that mattered most. The bluenette fulfilled the Fuji\'s need for affection, while Fuji allowed him to feel powerful and always in control. This was simply the method they used to accomplish that.
------
Fuji did not speak again for awhile. They made arrangements to meet again at Atobe\'s house after school. The students of Rikkaidai and Seigaku had quite a bit to gossip about when a slick limousine dropped off the top tennis players in pairs. Atobe seemed far too relaxed about the fact he\'d be late to Hyotei by riding with the others, and Fuji broke his silence to whisper that the school probably started classes only after the diva appeared.
They stopped at Seigaku first, and Tezuka and Fuji vanished into the school grounds. The tensai trailed quietly after the regal brunette, and they split up quickly to head towards their respective classes. The next stop was Rikkaidai, and Atobe sent off the two national level players by blowing them a few kisses. Sanada marched away so quickly he left his school bag on the seat, but by the time he realized it the limousine had already roared away.
A small ahem drew his attention, and he turned to find his cool-eyed captain handing him his bag.
"You\'ve been careless lately." Yukimura wore that tiny knowing smile of his, the one he used to love but now felt the same irritation that their rivals did when faced with it on the courts.
Scowling, Sanada grabbed the bag and stomped towards the building.
"You\'re only careless when you worry."
Damn it. He clenched his first, willing every nerve in his body not to warm, not to take the bait.
The smile grew sharp along with dark blue eyes.
"You\'ll come to the mansion this evening, won\'t you?" The lofty inquiry carried sweetly in the morning breeze. Yukimura was clearly not going to leave him alone.
"Why would I go to that narcissist\'s ... ridiculous...this whole thing..." Growling, Sanada yanked the door open. He felt irritated enough that they were late for class, and worst of all, they had almost every class together that day.
"It\'s the only way you\'ll stay with Tezuka."
"What?!" Annoyance turned to flat out anger, and Sanada gripped the handle so hard his knuckles turned white. Glaring lightening at his captain only made the bluenette\'s smirk broaden.
"Tezuka won\'t leave Fuji alone with me, not when given a chance to interfere."
"That\'s because you - !"
You hurt him. You beat him. Who would not want to protect him? How could you?
But the accusations never left his mouth. Sanada could feel Yukimura\'s calm, sorrowful gaze, the soft melancholy that drifted through dark blue locks. The mournful expression that replied to his unspoken words, to all he charged and questioned.
Yukimura knew. He knew what he was doing was wrong, that he had to stop. Surely, the depth of those eyes, so filled with sadness, was a sign that he knew...
"Why do you become such a different person..." Sanada\'s whisper blew into the hallway and away from his captain\'s ears. The bluenette turned away from him, but there was no sign of dismissal.
"I\'ll take Fuji, and through him, Tezuka..." Yukimura\'s voice fell a little near the end of his statement, but his intentions were clear. This game was his to win.
"Stop."
Blinking, the captain held his tongue as ordered, but only out of curiosity. Sanada stared back at him, memorizing all over again the lines of his face, the gentle curve of his chin, the angle of his cheeks and the way his wavy bangs fell over his eyes.
"Stop it," Sanada repeated, unable to take his own advice.
Yukimura opened his mouth, then closed it, unsure of what to say.
"Stop using everything against me." The words tumbled from his mouth, his dam of control broken. "Stop confusing me. Stop making me feel guilty. Stop, stop -"
"I can\'t stop," Yukimura interjected coolly, his eyes exasperatingly calm.
"Why not?!" Sanada yelled, fists tightening as he fought the urge to grab the lithe being before him and shake him till he listened, till he agreed to stop with all his goddamn games.
"Because I\'m still in love with you."
Silence.
Yukimura smiled dimly, feeling both bitter and amused at how far his adjunct\'s jaw dropped in that instant. He thought his feelings had been obvious, but he must have underestimated Sanada\'s extreme naivety. That was one of the things he loved most, though...
"I\'m going to leave practice early," he spoke lightly, as if they were just friends exchanging their day\'s plans, "And take the bus instead of the train. We\'ll arrive at Atobe\'s around the same time."
Switching his shoes for his slippers, Yukimura emptied his box of the usual letters before turning to head to class. He didn\'t look back, but figured Sanada would stand in the doorway for a while, a cute, dumbfounded look plastered onto his face.
"Seiichi."
The bluenette froze in surprise when he felt a firm hand grab onto his wrist.
"Don\'t be ridiculous. We\'ll ride the subway together."
Yukimura did not turn back to face him. But before pulling away, he offered a reply:
"If that\'s alright with you."
AN: Sorry for the super long wait!! I started working full-time. o.O I didn\'t think it\'d be so time consuming. And many, many other things that happened … (coughCOSPLAYcough) I will try to update faster, I promise!! –already started writing the next chapter-
REVIEW!! I promise I will update more, if I get lots of reviews. Promise!! ;D
P.S.: For those of you who know me as ychan (which I always use to review) - I\'ll probably switch to using Lemon & Chai t0 review. Errr just to let you know. XD
by Lemon & Chai
Sorry for the wait! Much life-age. -cries-
Rating: N17. Bondage, S&M, D/s, and well everything else. Yuki-muse is horny.
Summary: A YukiFuji, SanaTezu fic, with eventual fivesome with Atobe. Inspired by kitti-chan and lolistar.
Warning: When I said it would be classic, I lied. -sobs- Or rather, my muses lied to me and said it would be classic, then turned it into the mess that bubbled out below. -cries a river-
Review replies:
danu: Atobe has good intentions, that\'s what\'s important. XD Yuki is maternal at heart, he can\'t help the other side of himself. YukiFuji aren\'t really canon enough to be OTP, but they\'re both so hawt, they get to be together just for that kufufufufufu.
loli: -glomps- You flatter me even when I have no confidence -squees- Who wouldn\'t like to wake up between those two?! XD Sanada is like the most clueless lucky guy ever. I agree, possessiveness is majorly sexy XDDD -cries- actually I\'m in New York for Christmas, we went to Hawaii in previous years though and that was so much better. It\'s cold here and everyone in my family but me got sick. OTL
yellow: you\'re welcome! Thanks for the review! :D
shourin: Ore-sama\'s lawyer muse has announced that ore-sama is beyond \'cute\' - the correct terminology would be \'supreme\'. \'Perfect in every way\' is also acceptable. XD; errr anyways, I believe in my fangirling heart that Sanada and Yukimura can make up... there\'s just a lot of baggage between them, and Sanada doesn\'t know how to sort it all out and Yuki-mama refuses to do it for him. Oooo, that is definitely Fuji\'s philosophy - he gives up so easily. .__.
Kyan! I love your character analysis though XD hit the nail on the head (gah, guessed the plot again -sweatdrop-). Dead on with Tezuka and Sanada too - they are such \'manly men\' (and men are just hard to understand in general o.O). They definitely have a savior mentality -nods in agreement-
Atobe... I have trouble understanding him (and his lawyers are scary! D: -sniff-); but what can you expect from a rich brat who\'s always had everything? He\'s a good guy though, at heart. ^^
Krystal: XD Gyahahaha, glad it came off amusing. Atobe tries... really. What can he do when his offer for help (calling in maids) is rejected? Kufufu, glad you liked the omake, there\'s probably going to be a series of them (but more for the sake of developing plot, unlike this purely PWP smutty one ^^;;).
Mysilv: WAH really? XD; Thank you! I don\'t have much confidence in the smutt but my muses don\'t seem to care, they just charge away and write all sorts of things. XD; If only I had control over my story... -sigh- OTL
n: Saa..... (kufufufu XD)
"My family was fine, until I destroyed it."
Fuji looked towards the window as he spoke, and for once, he wasn\'t smiling.
"If I hadn\'t been born, they would still all be together now."
He motioned towards the empty house, as if this were an explanation.
"Just start from the beginning," cooed Yukimura, rubbing his back soothingly.
"I ... " Fuji sighed, knowing he would have to say everything if he wanted them to understand. But even then, they probably wouldn\'t...
"It was apparent early on that I was ... special. By the time I was one, I knew over twenty words, and before I reached two I was speaking in full sentences. Yumiko started teaching me how to read and write when I was three, and by the time I was five I was able to read children\'s books on my own.
"My parents were ecstatic; they would brag about me at work and to the neighbors. I learned piano and chess, and excelled at both of them. I even beat my father when we played... And I learned tennis. But tennis was different, because I was so much smaller than the other boys my age and had to develop special moves in order to keep up. I don\'t know why I tried so hard, my parents rarely praised me... they came to expect I would be good at whatever they gave me, and I was.
"Yuuta was born a year after me, and it was obvious early on that he was... normal. Even my sister, though she\'s not a genius, had some talents she excelled at early on, but Yuuta learned at an ordinary pace. He sees the world the same way that everyone else does, and because of that he gets along so much better with people and makes true friendships based on understanding-"
"Fuji," Tezuka warned, keeping him on track. The tensai could ramble on for hours about his brother if allowed.
After a second, Fuji continued, "I\'ve speculated in hind sight why I did what I did, but I don\'t really remember what I was thinking at the time. Maybe I was sad that Yuuta was getting yelled at for not keeping up with me, and wanted to give him a chance... or maybe I was jealous because Yuuta got more attention than me, by always getting in trouble...
"I stopped trying. Actually, I purposely manipulated my answers to drop my grades. I made a game out of choosing the wrong answers... maybe I was just bored." He paused, as if considering what to say. He grew lost in his own thoughts, face blank and voice fading... Tezuka gently squeezed his hand, as if to bring him back.
"My father was always scary when he came home drunk, but this was different......When I first brought home a B, he punched me, and the first time I got a C..." his eyes grew unfocused as he spoke. "... I couldn\'t play tennis for a while. ... Maybe he was abusive before, but I don\'t remember him being so. I don\'t remember being shocked at the time... everyone, my teachers and classmates, had made such a big deal about my falling grades that I felt I deserved it.
"But I didn\'t stop. I failed my classes, lost in the first few rounds of chess tournaments, played no more than chopsticks on the piano. My father yelled at me for fooling around, told me I was a bastard for wasting the talents he wished he\'d had, and used his fists to back his words. I didn\'t fight back, but I didn\'t change, either. I dropped out of everything but tennis, was dropped to lower level classes, and when I came home...
"After awhile, it became like a habit. He got used to hitting me, and then it wasn\'t about punishment anymore... when he was drunk, when he had a hard day at work, he\'d take it out at home. He started hating his job, and became more and more rough...
"I think that at first, my mother tried to protect me, but then he hit her too... Yumiko made it sound like I protected her, but all I did was be the first to get in my father\'s way when he got home. I remember my mother crying, but staying with Yuuta and Yumiko in another room. I was never her favorite child..."
He drifted off again, but Yukimura pecked his cheek to bring him back. "Even now?" It seemed strange to the bluenette, hearing this other side of the warm, friendly woman he\'d met moments before.
"... I doubt it, but now she treats me like a friend. More like a very close penpal than a son. She\'s abroad three-fourths of the year, mostly with my father, sometimes with her parents."
"But she loves you," Tezuka stated with no doubt in his voice.
"Yes." A small, gentle smile appeared on the Fuji\'s lips, and Sanada thought it was the first real smile he\'d seen the brunette make. "Don\'t misunderstand, I love my parents very much, my father as well. He used to play with us... back when we lived in Chiba, we\'d go to the beach and he taught us how to fly a kite. We went on family vacations abroad, and he taught me English and French. He\'s the one who introduced me to tennis, taught me how to serve, and rallied with me even when I was too small to get the ball over the net. ...
"Those times ended because of me. ... Because I was defiant. Part of the reason I didn\'t fight back was because if I tried, it would only get worse... he would yell at me to stop looking at him, \'with those eyes\' ..."
Settled in a nicely sized arm chair, Atobe listened contemplatively to the story, feeling slightly disturbed as he realized how little he knew of his former boyfriend. He\'d discussed everything and anything with Fuji, back when they were dating, but his personal life... the tensai never talked about that. Not that the diva had either.
It sounded to him like Fuji thought his father saw rebellion in his eyes, that he wasn\'t aware of how very haunting his pale blue orbs gleamed in darkness...
"Just because you took it, doesn\'t mean you deserved it," Tezuka growled harshly, but Fuji didn\'t seem to hear him. His half-lidded eyes of blue glazed over, as if he just wasn\'t there.
"... I\'m not strong, and I never have been. But as long as he didn\'t hit Yuuta, it was alright. Around that time, I was getting a lot of pressure from many places, and it was only Yuuta who looked at the real me, so pure and innocent until ... until I failed to protect him... "
His words came out slowly, but his voice was eerily smooth, as if he\'d thought of what to say a million times before, though never before shared.
"That night was a mistake. Father got angry at Yuuta for breaking a plate at dinner, and for the first time, punched him instead of me... he hit him so hard in the head, and Yuuta was so tiny... he flew against the wall, and father was going to hit him again..... had a concussion and went the hospital... Yuuta has a scar now, like a cross, over his temple...
"My mother was so angry. My father requested a transfer, and has been abroad ever since ... he doesn\'t talk to me, and I haven\'t seen him in years."
Fuji\'s voice faded in and out, barely audible at times, as if he forgot to breath. It was the kind of story that took a while to sink in. Sanada could barely imagine the tiny smiling boy from the pictures being beaten by a shadowy figure. The tensai was really a stranger to him, but still, it made him feel angry.
Picturing the rest of the family cowering in another room, letting the oldest son who accepted everything be hurt, made Tezuka\'s usually calm visage twist in anger and disgust. It was guilt, he knew, that made Fuji\'s mother the way she was now. Sweet, friendly, caring, because she couldn\'t stop it then, and this was the best she could do.
But what was it about Yuuta that they all adored? Atobe was an only child so he couldn\'t grasp the view siblings had of each other. Of course he\'d heard the notion of \'the baby of the family\'. But as far as he could tell, the youngest Fuji was so... average, compared to the rest of his family. From the way Syuusuke would go on and on about him, it was like they idolized his normalcy. It was too much of a paradox for the diva to understand. At least, from what he knew, he admired the younger Fuji for his perseverance; Yuuta had to work for his skills, and though Atobe had been given everything material since birth, there was still so much he had to work hard to attain. He emphasized with the struggle to shine from the shadows of an overachieving family.
Yukimura thought that if he ever met Fuji\'s father, he\'d twist his head off. Fuji belonged to him, and the only one who could hurt Fuji was him - and he didn\'t really hurt Fuji, not like that. He understood the tensai\'s feelings in a way the others couldn\'t; the need for attention in any form, the silent scream to be noticed, seen not as the perfect son but as himself, by the ones that mattered most. The bluenette fulfilled the Fuji\'s need for affection, while Fuji allowed him to feel powerful and always in control. This was simply the method they used to accomplish that.
------
Fuji did not speak again for awhile. They made arrangements to meet again at Atobe\'s house after school. The students of Rikkaidai and Seigaku had quite a bit to gossip about when a slick limousine dropped off the top tennis players in pairs. Atobe seemed far too relaxed about the fact he\'d be late to Hyotei by riding with the others, and Fuji broke his silence to whisper that the school probably started classes only after the diva appeared.
They stopped at Seigaku first, and Tezuka and Fuji vanished into the school grounds. The tensai trailed quietly after the regal brunette, and they split up quickly to head towards their respective classes. The next stop was Rikkaidai, and Atobe sent off the two national level players by blowing them a few kisses. Sanada marched away so quickly he left his school bag on the seat, but by the time he realized it the limousine had already roared away.
A small ahem drew his attention, and he turned to find his cool-eyed captain handing him his bag.
"You\'ve been careless lately." Yukimura wore that tiny knowing smile of his, the one he used to love but now felt the same irritation that their rivals did when faced with it on the courts.
Scowling, Sanada grabbed the bag and stomped towards the building.
"You\'re only careless when you worry."
Damn it. He clenched his first, willing every nerve in his body not to warm, not to take the bait.
The smile grew sharp along with dark blue eyes.
"You\'ll come to the mansion this evening, won\'t you?" The lofty inquiry carried sweetly in the morning breeze. Yukimura was clearly not going to leave him alone.
"Why would I go to that narcissist\'s ... ridiculous...this whole thing..." Growling, Sanada yanked the door open. He felt irritated enough that they were late for class, and worst of all, they had almost every class together that day.
"It\'s the only way you\'ll stay with Tezuka."
"What?!" Annoyance turned to flat out anger, and Sanada gripped the handle so hard his knuckles turned white. Glaring lightening at his captain only made the bluenette\'s smirk broaden.
"Tezuka won\'t leave Fuji alone with me, not when given a chance to interfere."
"That\'s because you - !"
You hurt him. You beat him. Who would not want to protect him? How could you?
But the accusations never left his mouth. Sanada could feel Yukimura\'s calm, sorrowful gaze, the soft melancholy that drifted through dark blue locks. The mournful expression that replied to his unspoken words, to all he charged and questioned.
Yukimura knew. He knew what he was doing was wrong, that he had to stop. Surely, the depth of those eyes, so filled with sadness, was a sign that he knew...
"Why do you become such a different person..." Sanada\'s whisper blew into the hallway and away from his captain\'s ears. The bluenette turned away from him, but there was no sign of dismissal.
"I\'ll take Fuji, and through him, Tezuka..." Yukimura\'s voice fell a little near the end of his statement, but his intentions were clear. This game was his to win.
"Stop."
Blinking, the captain held his tongue as ordered, but only out of curiosity. Sanada stared back at him, memorizing all over again the lines of his face, the gentle curve of his chin, the angle of his cheeks and the way his wavy bangs fell over his eyes.
"Stop it," Sanada repeated, unable to take his own advice.
Yukimura opened his mouth, then closed it, unsure of what to say.
"Stop using everything against me." The words tumbled from his mouth, his dam of control broken. "Stop confusing me. Stop making me feel guilty. Stop, stop -"
"I can\'t stop," Yukimura interjected coolly, his eyes exasperatingly calm.
"Why not?!" Sanada yelled, fists tightening as he fought the urge to grab the lithe being before him and shake him till he listened, till he agreed to stop with all his goddamn games.
"Because I\'m still in love with you."
Silence.
Yukimura smiled dimly, feeling both bitter and amused at how far his adjunct\'s jaw dropped in that instant. He thought his feelings had been obvious, but he must have underestimated Sanada\'s extreme naivety. That was one of the things he loved most, though...
"I\'m going to leave practice early," he spoke lightly, as if they were just friends exchanging their day\'s plans, "And take the bus instead of the train. We\'ll arrive at Atobe\'s around the same time."
Switching his shoes for his slippers, Yukimura emptied his box of the usual letters before turning to head to class. He didn\'t look back, but figured Sanada would stand in the doorway for a while, a cute, dumbfounded look plastered onto his face.
"Seiichi."
The bluenette froze in surprise when he felt a firm hand grab onto his wrist.
"Don\'t be ridiculous. We\'ll ride the subway together."
Yukimura did not turn back to face him. But before pulling away, he offered a reply:
"If that\'s alright with you."
AN: Sorry for the super long wait!! I started working full-time. o.O I didn\'t think it\'d be so time consuming. And many, many other things that happened … (coughCOSPLAYcough) I will try to update faster, I promise!! –already started writing the next chapter-
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P.S.: For those of you who know me as ychan (which I always use to review) - I\'ll probably switch to using Lemon & Chai t0 review. Errr just to let you know. XD