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Disclaimer: I do not own Kenichi: The Mightiest Disciple, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Anticipation
- 2-Victory
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Disclaimer: None of the characters present or mentioned in this fanfic belong to me, not do any of the settings. I'm merely rearranging some of the pieces to my liking.
A/N: I don't use honorifics (I don't have a firm grasp on them yet even though I've been a fan of anime/manga for over a decade at this point T.T). If anyone seems a little OOC please let me know. This will be my third fanfic. An edited version of this story was originally publishe don fanfiction.net

Takeda could feel his nerves fluttering in his stomach like butterflies. This would be his first real match since he had given up being a delinquent. He had to find a way to calm down somehow. He paced around the locker room, trying to get his brain and body under harmonious control. He jumped when large hands landed on his shoulders from behind. He whirled around to see Ukita standing in the locker room with him, his hands raised in the air where he had placed them on Takeda's shoulders.
"Ukita, you scared me. Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not polite to sneak up on people?"
""Sorry. Why are you so nervous, Takeda?"
"This is my first match since..."
"Hey," Ukita stepped forward and invaded Takeda's space, "you'll do just fine. Ya hear? Don't give up before you even try, right? What would Kenichi say?"
"Eh, you're right. Thank you, Ukita." Takeda smiled and stepped toward the locker room door.
He was impeded when Ukita wrapped him tightly in a hug, "Good luck. I'll be watching." With those words, Ukita turned and walked out of the locker room.
Takeda stood in stunned silence for a few moments. His brain and his body were the picture of serenity, but his heart was beating crazily fast as he walked out of the locker room and toward the match ring.

DING DING DING!
The bell signaled the start of the match. Takeda didn't rush in and start throwing punches like an amateur. He studied his opponent's movements first and got a feel for his fighting style, like the pro that he had been training to be. The kid looked over-confident. His arms were up in a ready position but his attention was straying to the crowd, taking in his "fans." Takeda darted forward and aimed for his opponent's torso with his gloved right hand. The boxer grunted and doubled over. He lifted his head and rushed forward with a yell, anger in his eyes. Takeda knew that kind of anger. It was anger from being embarrassed. This boy mostly rode the tailcoats of the reputation he had already earned, frightening his new opponents before ever setting foot in ring with them. Takeda was no beginner though. He was on a much higher level than this wannabe could ever hope to even see. He blocked and dodged his opponent's wild swings with graceful ease, landing swift but light strikes of his own in between. The boy was red in the face and panting by the time the bell rang again, signaling the end of the first round.
Takeda had firmly grasped the boy's style, but the lack of passion his opponent had for the sport itself was appalling. Takeda decided he would end it in the next round. He hadn't thrown a single punch with his left yet, but it was time to test it out. It would be an insult to Koetsuji if he didn't try his famous "illusive left" at least once.
The bell rang again; and, before his opponent could so much as bat an eyelash, Takeda surged forward with tightly coiled intent and unleashed his trademark move. In seconds, the boy was laying on the floor of the ring. The referee counted down and declared Takeda the victor. With his hand being held up for all to see, Takeda's eyes scanned the crowd. They finally landed on his group of friends. Kenichi and Miu were sitting in the front row, behind his corner; but where was Ukita? He had said he would be watching. The empty seat next to Kenichi held Takeda's attention until the referee dropped his arm. His opponent had been successfully roused and was being taken to the infirmary to be checked for serious injury. Takeda knew he would be fine, since Takeda had been trained from a young age on how to hit to take his opponent down without hurting them. Ultimately, that had made it easier to become a delinquent when he could no longer box.

Takeda trudged to the locker room. He was happy, really. He had won his first match since the incident that had cruelly snatched a boxing career away from him before. So why did he feel so let down?
"Oi, you did good. Congratulations."
"Ukita?! What are you doing in here again? I looked for you but you weren't sitting with Kenichi and Miu."
"I, uh, I had to leave as soon as you took that guy down. I had a problem to take care of."
"Oh. So, are you okay now? Did you take care of your problem?" Takeda toweled away the sweat and opened his locker.
"Well, not really but it can wait. When you're done changing, I'll walk you home."
"What the hell, Ukita? I'm not a helpless girl, ya know? Besides, I need to shower first. You'd be waiting a while so you should go home first." Takeda looked up from taking his clothes out of his bag. There it was again, that funny look. Was it really there or was it just a trick of the sunglasses that his friend always wore. If Takeda didn't know any better he would say that his friend looked like he was in pain.
"It's fine. Go shower. We can grab dinner on our way home."
Takeda shook his head and brushed it off as an illusion. He set his clothes on the bench against the wall and began to remove his sweat-soaked boxing uniform. He stepped into the shower stall before removing his underwear. Takeda supposed it was a normal reaction for a guy like him, but fighting tended to excite him when it was a promising match. He turned the water on, stepped into the steaming spray, and closed the shower door behind him. He washed his hair and then squirted a generous amount of body wash into his palm. His hands glided over his slick skin, leaving translucent suds in their wake.
Suddenly, cool air rushed into the stall. Takeda turned without thinking, one hand was resting guiltily on his abdomen and the other had been braced on the shower wall. The steam cleared quickly to reveal Ukita's hulking form standing in the open shower door.
"U-Ukita?! Wha-wha-what..." Takeda's sentence trailed off as Ukita took off his sunglasses and threw them on the bench behind him. Takeda heard them land on his clothes with a soft whump. He supposed that it hadn't been a trick those times before, Ukita really did have a strange look on his face. Takeda stood, frozen with shock, as Ukita reached in to the shower stall and took hold of the hand that had been raised in the air. Ukita stepped forward into the stall, simultaneously pulling Takeda forward to crash into him. Takeda noticed that Ukita had removed his socks and shoes, although he was still clothed.
"What's this, Takeda? Are you taking a page out of Kenichi's book to relieve some stress?"
Takeda couldn't answer. His mind was too filled up with questions of his own. Why? Why was Ukita doing this? Why now? Why?
In the next second, the chance to speak at all was robbed from Takeda as Ukita brought his free hand up to cup Takeda's chin and tilted his head back. Strong lips covered his, and Takeda's eyes drifted closed of their own accord. Caught up in the sensations assailing him, Takeda allowed his free hand to continue the downward path it had been taking. In the back of his mind, the sound of the stall door shutting registered.

Takeda's breath rushed out momentarily when he was forced back up against the shower wall. Ukita's body was pinning him to the wet tile. Having been released from the kiss, Takeda breathed in the steam-heavy air. His head felt like it was spinning. He twitched when one of Ukita's hands landed on his hip. He looked about, trying to find Ukita's other hand. He blushed when he realized that it was unbuckling Ukita's belt. He couldn't figure out why, but he throbbed at the thought that his friend was in the same state. Takeda gulped when Ukita's member was revealed. Just like the rest of his friend's body, it was tall and thick. Takeda was intimidated and yet fascinated by it.
Takeda couldn't tear his eyes away as Ukita took both of their stiff cocks in one of his large hands. He was immediately lost to the sensation of that warm hand pumping along their slick flesh. It was so erotic that Takeda didn't even think about the fact that it was his friend doing this to him... Until Ukita slipped the hand that had been resting on his hip under his ass and lifted him up, using the shower wall as support. Takeda was so close, but that hand holding him up was distracting him from reaching his climax. His friend's fingers were uncomfortably close to his opening. His awareness of that fact drifted away though as Ukita kissed him again. Takeda had lost all awareness of his surroundings except for where his cock was rubbing against Ukita's and being stimulated by the thrower's hand. Suddenly, the hand holding him shifted, and before he could protest Ukita had slipped one thick digit inside of him. Takeda had thought it would ruin everything, but he was proven wrong when that action instead brought him to a gasping climax.
Although Ukita had released both of their cocks, his finger was still working in and out of Takeda. Before long, Takeda found the sensation to be unbearably pleasurable. He didn't protest when Ukita slid another finger in alongside the first, but rather he reached up and clasped his hands together behind Ukita's back. He used the leverage to ride his friend's hand.
Ukita removed his fingers, but Takeda felt something else begin to press against him. Craving the feeling that he had been robbed of, Takeda gained his leverage again and drove his body downward. Ukita grunted and his hands slid up Takeda's slim torso.
"You...that didn't hurt you?"
"No. Now move. I was feeling pretty good before you took your fingers out. I almost came again."
Ukita blushed but obliged Takeda's demand and began to thrust into him. Grunts and moans echoed in the shower, accompanied by the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh. The water had grown lukewarm and the two lovers had switched positions so that Takeda was pressed chest-first against the shower wall with Ukita riding him from behind. By the time Ukita found his release, Takeda had come 3 times. Wet clothes landed on the shower floor as Takeda helped Ukita to peel them off and then proceeded to wash both of their bodies.
"Ukita, you don't have spare clothes in your locker do you?" Takeda inquired as they stepped out of the shower and grabbed towels from the shelf in the shower room.
"...no, I don't." Ukita blushed with his reply.
"I didn't think so. Don't worry, I'll find something you can wear home." Takeda's reply was slightly muffled as he pulled his shirt over his head. "You should have thought things through better."
"I didn't want to freak you out." Ukita mumbled while he wrung out his sopping wet school uniform.
"Right, because opening the shower door while I was getting ready to jack off was perfectly normal." Takeda raised one blue eyebrow at his friend.
"Uh...," Ukita was unable to answer and blushed furiously as he snatched his sunglasses from the bench before following Takeda back into the main locker room.
"Geez, Ukita, be more thoughtful next time." Takeda scolded Ukita gently as he pulled the karate uniform from the shelf in the locker room. "You're lucky the school has so many spare uniforms to keep in here."
"Thanks." Ukita grunted as he blushed. "So, um, what do you want to eat on the way home?"
"Whatever is fine, as long as you pay for it. You owe me."
"Owe you? For what?"
"You have to take responsibility, don't you? Or should I go find a more responsible and mature guy than you?"
"What?! Hey, no! Wait for me, Takeda!" Ukita scrambled to put on the karate uniform as he chased behind Takeda. "If anyone else touches you, I'll throw them into next week!"

Another short one, I'm afraid. It seems that when I write from only one character's 3rd person point of view that there is less detail to the story and so it doesn't take as long to get from start to finish. If you enjoyed this story please tell me why. If you disliked this story, I would also like to know. I want to improve my writing. Next in my "Kenichi: The Mightiest Disciple" yaoi series will be a couple that I have not been able to find a single fanfic for. Thank you for reading, whether you liked it or not.
Regards,
Blanche
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