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Echizen was finished with classes but he had to run home quickly before practice to get his Seigaku shirt. His mom had washed it, but he forgot to put it in his bag for school that morning, so he told Momoshiro he’d meet him on the courts for practice in less then an hour, and made haste. He had to be back before the laps started or Captain Tezuka would rip into him for sure. Shouldering his tennis bag, he darted out the back way and headed for his usual route home, the shortest distance between two points being a straight line. Sakuno and Tomo saw their all time favorite tennis prodigy darting by and wondered where he was going so they caught up to him, “Hey Ryoma! Where you going? Isn’t there practice today?” He glanced up, “Yeah, but I forgot something home so I have to go get it.” Hurrying along, he hoped fervently they would just accept that instead of yapping at him as they normally did. Tomo gushed, “Oh! Want company? We can go with you and meet your mom and see your room! Wouldn’t that be awesome!?” “Umm. No. See you later.” As he rushed off down the path. The 2 girls stopped walking and sighed as the beautiful boy hurried on his errand. “Gee, it would have been nice if he let us come with.” Tomo said. Sakuno just nodded and sighed. They turned to head back towards the tennis courts when they heard a yelp. Swinging back they could not believe what they were seeing.
Echizen ground to a halt as he found his way home blocked by all four of the knuckleheads from the science club. They had literally jumped out at him from behind an old metal storage shed effectively blocking his path. Large golden eyes blinked once or twice, then narrowed when he realized this was going to get ugly quickly. One had a large white cloth in his hand, ‘what are they gonna do, blind fold me?’ Staring each other down, the four boys closed ranks on him, “I don’t suppose you guys want to talk about this do you?” Echizen asked half heartedly. Shinji yelled “Get him!” and then before Ryoma knew it he was involved in an all out brawl. He dropped his tennis bag, managed to kick one boy in the ribs, saw him go down and was in mid swing with a punch aimed at Kiro’s ugly face when they all threw their weight on him. He dimly heard fabric tear then he was pushed down to the ground, they had both his arms, someone’s knee was in his stomach but Ryoma still struggled. “Hold him!” Suddenly the white cloth was over his mouth and nose and a foul smell invaded his head, immediately making him light headed. Echizen struggled some more….. heard things distantly…… then bronze-gold eyes closed and all was dark.
“Oh My God! Ryoma!” They saw it but they couldn’t believe it! What the hell did those jerks think they were doing with Ryoma! The girls didn’t think twice about it, and started to run to help their friend. By the time they reached the group of struggling boys, Ryoma was unconscious, his uniform ripped and tattered, they were dragging his limp form into the metal shed. “Ryoma! What the hell are you guys doing! Leave him alone!” Sakuno was practically in tears. Kiro turned to confront the 2 girls “Who are you?” Tomo screamed “We are Ryoma’s most dedicated fan club! Why did you hurt him! We’re going to tell the Siegaku team what you did.” Kiro thought quickly, while he watched his boys working on the unconscious little brat in the shed. They were almost through with their work on him now anyway. “He’s a brat. He needed a lesson, he ain’t hurt. We just were going to lock him up for the night, as a joke, so he’ll have some more respect.” “Well how come we don’t hear him? Ryoma!?” Kiro waved his boys out of the shed, yet still blocked the girl’s ability to see what had happened to their friend. The girls were of 2 minds. They wanted to go get help, but then the bullies might move Ryoma when they left, but then they wanted to stay with him and stop further harm from coming to him. Kiro grinned evilly at the girls. “We’re done with our prank. We think he’ll get the message.” He winked conspiratorially at his cronies, “Go on ahead and get him, but you’ll have to cut him lose, we’ve tied him to a chair.” Sakuno couldn’t grasp what he said, “You WHAT!?” She darted into the metal shed, followed by Tomo, running to see if Ryoma was okay. They were barely within the metal doors before they were slammed shut behind them and the lock was thrown from the outside. “Maybe you’ll mind your own business next time, or we’ll come and get you next! Enjoy your night.” The girls heard laughter as the group of boys left. Banging on the door, they realized they were truly locked in. Ryoma was out cold, and injured, what were they going to do???
Banging on the door Tomo and Sakuno could think of nothing else, so they screamed for help. “Let us out! Hey you jerks let us out!! Wait till the Seigaku regulars find out what you did to Ryoma, They’ll kill you!” Grabbing the door handles, the girls try unsuccessfully to get someone’s, ANYONE’s attention. “Help! They locked us in! Ryoma needs help!!” The 2 girls stopped the futile pounding on the door and turned to take stock of their situation. The sports shed was nothing more then a rusty old metal building used for storage. Abandoned sports equipment lay in corners and on shelves. The air had the dense musty atmosphere that lack of ventilation and long seasons of existence imparts. There were only 2 tiny windows well beyond head height and the roof had several skylights providing illumination for the structure. When both girls saw Echizen spread out on the chair the girls panicked. “Oh my god! Ryoma!” They rushed to his side, checked to make sure he that was still breathing or scared that he could be possibly injured. The handsome little tennis prodigy was quite unconscious from whatever drug those jerks had administered, his black school uniform was destroyed from the fight the boy had put up. The neck and arm of the fabric had ripped exposing one sleek toned shoulder with a bruise on it, scuffed and dirt stained, the entire front closure was done for, the thing no longer closed properly, leaving the top half of the uniform hanging sadly open, looking as limp and lifeless as it’s wearer. Thankfully, Ryoma didn’t appear to have any dire physical injuries. His head was supported by the back of the wooden chair, soft black hair falling loosely over his eyes, wrists tied down by his sides to the legs of the chair with thick plastic zip ties. The girls inspected the ties, the heavy plastic would have to be cut off with something heavier then a knife. In spite of everything, Ryoma looked as if he was sleeping very peacefully. “Poor Ryoma.” The girls tried waking him, to no avail, and then gently brushed the hair from his eyes and stepped back to the door to wait for someone to find them. “Well, no one EVER comes this way after school, not until well after the tennis practice gets out, that should be in about an hour or so. Even that is no guarantee, and we’ll be lucky if someone even decides to come this way at all.” Sakuno said. “Yes, that’s true. Or we will wind up being stuck in here all night until tomorrow morning when someone may hear us. At least we have Ryoma with us.” Both girls turned to look at the unconscious tennis prince and they sighed. He was just so handsome even in sleep with his gorgeous golden eyes closed. “Tomo, he really is handsome isn’t he? I mean it’s not just me is it?” Tomo glanced at Sakuno realizing probably for the first time just how much of a crush her friend had on Ryoma Echizen. “Yes, Sakuno, he is very handsome. He’s just dreamy. I didn’t realize you liked him that much. I just thought it was because of the tennis and your grandma that you liked him.” Sakuno blushed a furious red, shook her head negatively, “No. I really like him Tomo. I think of Ryoma all the time.” Sakuno was embarrassed to be giving this much away even to her friend but with her eyes drinking in the prone form of Ryoma Echizen; she couldn’t resist revealing her inner most secrets. “I’ve liked him from the very first time I saw him and I always wish he would like me back. I sometimes even daydream of what it would be like to kiss him.” Both girls giggled and sighed. Tomo’s eyes scanned back and forth between her best friend and the young tennis prodigy. “Well, Sakuno, why don’t you just kiss him now? He’ll never know, and that way if he never does get up the nerve to give you your wish, you still haven’t missed out on it totally.” Well you could have found cherries that were less red then Sakuno’s cheeks were at the suggestion. “Oh no! I couldn’t. How could you suggest such a thing Tomo? It wouldn’t be right.” Tomo screwed up her face. “What wouldn’t be right is you wasting this opportunity! Where’s the harm? You love the guy, just kiss him and at least you will always have that secret for yourself. I’d like to kiss him too. He is just SO cute!” The girls stared at each other shortly wondering if they could trust each other and if they could really get away with stealing a kiss from their all time biggest crush without his being the wiser. Tomo approached the unconscious hottie and shook his shoulder calling his name. “Ryoma. Wake up. You in there?” No response. She spun around, “See? Nothing.” Sakuno being as timid as she was couldn’t bring herself to do it. She simply stood there hugging her arms, blushing fiercely. Tomo wasn’t going to let this pass, she took a few deep breaths and leaned down, gently touching her lips to Ryoma’s cheek. Lightly first, then a second time. Her whole body quivered with excitement at having had the nerve to even do the trick. Jumping up, she hugged herself and bounced happily up and down. Sakuno felt cheated. Not only didn’t she have the courage to try this little thing where Tomo did, but also, it wasn’t even enough of a kiss to daydream about! “Call that a kiss!? You kissed his cheek!” Tomo swung around, “You should talk! Okay. Fine.” She turned back to her dozing prey and slowly, gingerly she lowered herself, putting her hand on the back of the chair for support just in case, she lowered her lips to Ryoma’s and covered them with her own. His lips were soft and warm, she pressed hers to his and then she pulled back quickly, totally scared she would be caught and also really wishing she could do that to him while he was awake, cause she would really like for there to be some response in those pretty lips of his.
Sakuno was upset. She wanted to kiss him too! Tomo grinned at her and held out her hand to her so Sakuno gathered all her courage, grabbed her friend’s hand and stepped up to the plate so to speak. Standing on the other side of the chair, she leaned over its bound captive and pressed her seeking lips to his, capturing his upper one between hers. Oh! It was wonderful! She lifted her face and sighed happily, the 2 girls were now very excited about the prospect of being stuck for hours in this shed with the prone Echizen, sneaking kisses from him unawares. Tomo noticed the torn uniform shirt and the small bruise. She pulled the shirt apart at the shoulder to see if he had been hurt in any other way and seeing no real damage she lightly drew her fingers over the bare skin of his shoulder shuddering “His skin is so soft Sakuno!!” she did a little hop. “Oh! And he’s muscular too! Probably from all that tennis!” Sakuno did a double take but she wasn’t that brave, she decided she wanted nothing more then to kiss the helpless Ryoma. “I wanna kiss him again. Think I should?” Tomo agreed, “sure why not! Get it while it’s hot.” Both girls obviously didn’t realize the drug was starting to wear off, but they both leaned down and each kissed his cheeks again, then they took turns covering Ryoma’s lips with their own. Tomo loved the long expanse of neck showing from the collar of his shirt, so she pulled it aside slightly and placed small kisses there along his neck while her best friend kissed his lips yet again.
Ryoma was having the most awesome dream. He felt warm lips on his own, kissing him. But who’s? The butterfly kisses were soft, fleeting and nice, but somewhat unrewarding. Where did they go? Now he felt them on his neck. Soft and warm… Wait how could someone be kissing both his neck and his lips at the same time? MMmmmm. His body started to gather warmth in his belly in spite of the lingering effects of the drug, or perhaps because f it. He’d never felt this before. Who? He struggled to pull himself out of the dream, searching for whom the lips could belong to on his neck; he felt that other pair of lips close over his own again. HHmmm?!
Sakuno went back to drink from those lips again, now slightly puffy from the repeated attention, she pressed her open mouth against his and unbelievably they moved against hers, her eyes opened wide for a brief second, she realized what this meant, and she almost shrieked. “Tomo!!! Tomo!! He moved. His lips moved. He’s waking up. Oh no!! He’s going to know it was us! What do we do?” Tomo said “don’t freak, he can’t know anything, he was out cold before we even got here when those jerks beat him up and drugged him!” Thinking quickly, she spied a solution. “Here, give me your bandanna and don’t talk aloud we can’t let him hear us!!!!” She took the bright pink bandanna and wrapped it around Echizen’s eyes, blindfolding the already helpless boy. Stepping back, she admired her handiwork, and whispered to her friend, “We can’t let him know it was us kissing him that’s all. We’ll figure out a way out of here and send someone to find him. In the meantime just don’t talk loud. Promise. If we whisper he won’t know its us.” Sakuno was mortified. He was gonna know and she’d never be able to face him again. She simply nodded and hoped he would never find out she had kissed him. Meanwhile Ryoma pulled himself slowly to consciousness, still dazed from the drug. He felt fuzzy but slowly started to understand that he was tied down and blindfolded, it was then that panic started to settle in. Watching him thrash around sounding scared and asking who was there was almost like a physical pain for the girls who really had only wanted to help him but were now afraid because of their small misdeeds. Tomo finally could take no more of his suffering and she crossed the room to Ryoma’s side, she placed her hand on his arm. He jumped turning blind eyes to her. “Who’s there? Who is it?” She leaned down and whispered “Shhhhh… We won’t hurt you.” Quite sure he could not tell who it was by her whispered voice alone. Ryoma stopped struggling and tilted his head trying to recognize the girl’s voice. It was a girl he could tell that much. He shook his head still trying to clear it and the dreamy feeling that still clung to his body. “ Who is we? You were kissing me weren’t you?” Tomo covered her mouth with both hands and glared with huge eyes at Sakuno who was doing the exact same thing. Still blindly searching, Ryoma asked with his normal bratty attitude “Why did you tie me? Maybe you normally have to tie up your dates.” Tomo’s eyebrows knitted together she glared at him. The nerve. That Ryoma with his sarcasm. She whispered “We didn’t tie you, or drug you, we found you like this. But we did kiss you, because you’re cute. Was it all that bad?” His head lolled on the back of the chair fighting the drug, he didn’t answer at first. Tomo became insulted. Sakuno could see it, the dangerous light in her friend’s face and she waved frantically from across the room, no don’t!!! But Tomo now had the devil in her eye. Kneeling down, she put her fingertips at the base of Ryoma’s neck in the opening, when he jumped at the touch she gently grazed her fingers down his chest lightly. He swung his head in her direction and she kissed his cheek. “So was it all that bad Ryoma?” Ryoma’s head was swimming from the aftereffects of the chloroform, his body tingled and his hearing wavered in and out. “How do you know my name?” He felt fingers touch his neck and chest and a soft kiss on his cheek, his body shivered in reaction. The small telltale sign did not escape the sensitive fingertips of Tomo. She felt the shiver and she marveled at it like a cat with a new toy. Tomo waved Sakuno to come near as she gently touched Ryoma’s lovely black hair. It was silky and thick. She had wanted to do this for such a long time. He moaned slightly. Sakuno came closer, realizing in spite of his words Ryoma was not totally conscious nor in control of himself, so she felt relatively safe. Tomo whispered in her ear, “Look at this!” as she again lightly touched his chest, he twitched just a bit. Not stilling the motion of her hand she tried to encourage her friend to follow suit, however Sakuno shook her head vehemently ‘no’ until one of Tomo’s fingertips by chance grazed over Ryoma’s left nipple, whereby he sucked in a swift breath and his belly tightened. Startled, both girls eyes instantly zeroed in on the spot that had created the reaction. Who would have thought that boys were sensitive THERE? Two sets of eyes darkened with mischief and lust.