Ficlet Series (Tenipuri)

One Night Stand

(AU, in that let's say Sanada and Yukimura are in college right now)

Sanada Genichirou lay in the space between dream and reality. Still asleep, though certain things managed to seep through the hazy cloud of unconsciousness he rested in. A body, a warm back against his chest, arms and legs entangled with another's, and then he was waking up.

No one was there. Relief washed over as he slowly came to his senses, but his thoughts were a dull thud in his head, and the shower was on. The shower was on. Sanada moved, sat up on his bed, realized he was naked and sore. There might have been scratch marks on his back from the way it burned, and he wished he could make sense of what was going on.

Bare feet stepping onto the cold wooden floor, and there were three used condoms in his wastebasket... Sanada might have cursed, if he was the type to. He rubbed his temples, willing away his impending hangover (apparently, the brunt of it had yet to hit him), and tried to remember. Last night... his grandfather's dojo, an important party, and his older brother had challenged him to a saki drinking contest. As a man there was no way he could say no, and besides, there was the whole affair with Yukimura that he would rather forget.

"Under no circumstances will he be my vice-captain," Yukimura had said, and Yukimura's word was law, even as a rising sophomore. Their coach had been taken aback, but didn't say anything, and in the end a third year had been appointed the position. Sanada himself wouldn't dare question Yukimura, and he had to admit having a senior in at least one of the leadership roles was fitting... though he still felt that, as second in strength, he deserved the position.

Apparently, Yukimura saw differently. It irked Sanada though, made him wonder what it was about him that Yukimura deemed not good enough.

Enough of that though... Sanada pushed it to the back of his head, tried to focus on the present, because thinking about it was going to upset him. He got up and threw on a pair of boxers, looking for clues as to who he had brought home. His eyes caught sight of a pair of shorts thrown haphazardly on a chair and made his way over, fumbling inside the pockets. Rude, perhaps, but the boy (he guessed boy, from the body he was holding while half asleep, though it may have been a girl) was still in the shower.

His search turned up a small square of plastic... an identification card. He looked at the card first... shit... this time he really did curse, a low mutter under his breath. There was a small picture, and the boy was cute enough, large green eyes and curly black hair... young. Too young, and from the text on the card, Sanada realized he had slept with a high school student.

The shower turned off, and Sanada shoved the card back into the pockets as the boy came out of the bathroom. Bright green eyes blinked up at him, pink lips mumbled an 'ohio', and Sanada could only grunt out a reply. The boy had one of Sanada's towels wrapped around his skinny waist, but dropped it onto the floor as he made his way across the room, slipping back on his clothing as he did so. A pair of briefs, than a t-shirt, and then he was right next to Sanada and reaching for his shorts.

"So, um..." The boy made no move to go, and Sanada wondered if he was waiting for an invitation to breakfast or something equally inane. "Thanks for last night."

How awkward. Sanada moved to the door, opened it in what he hoped was an obvious hint. The sooner this was done with the sooner he could forget about it, and he was glad for the umpteenth time that his living quarters were apart from the main house.

"I mean, it was cool of you to step in like that. Your brother's an ass."

The statement only confused Sanada, though he wholeheartedly agreed with it, but he figured it was inconsequential. "Shouldn't you be off to high school now?"

The boy's eyes flashed, and he half-snarled, half-whined his next words. "I graduated from high school last year."

At least that was one thing Sanada didn't have to feel guilty about. To his immense relief the boy was walking towards him now, towards the door, and would soon be but a tiny memory.

"So..." The boy turned and stopped just as he was out of the door, and Sanada bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying anything. "Just, thanks, again. I don't usually do this you know. I mean..."

The boy ran bit the bottom of his lip, rubbed at his nose, uncomfortable perhaps, and Sanada noticed a cut on his cheek and a bruise on his arm. Just what the hell had happened last night, to make the boy feel the need to express such gratitude?

"I mean, this is kind of my first time. Doing this."

"You don't need to tell me that." Really, Sanada wished he hadn't.

"Okay. Well... bye then."

Sanada shut the door and got ready for school. He didn't think anything about it, and then it was the end of the school day already, and he was walking towards the courts for their first practice of the year. He passed by Niou along the way, and the other boy grinned at him, all big, white teeth.

"You made it just in time. There's an interesting first year challenging Yuki and Yanagi."

Sanada raised an eyebrow, the most minute of movements, but didn't stop to have Niou clarify. He'd see soon enough for himself. A few moments later he got to the courts, and those black curls looked awfully familiar... Yukimura noticed him then, and nodded in greeting.

"Sanada. You made it just in time. Meet our new first year, Kirihara Akaya."

Black curls shifted, and the boy was turning around, looking up at Sanada with surprised green eyes.

Well, shit.

.end.