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High School Demon Sweetheart	By : TrishaMCH Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1049 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Prince of Tennis" or any of its characters. It belongs to Konomi-sensi. I’m merely using the characters because I like to have fun with them. No profit is being made.

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CHAPTER 3

After Hiyoshi and Kirihara’s initial meet-up, the next few weeks seemed to fly by in a string of text messages and Wednesday evening tennis practices. Kirihara constantly texted Hiyoshi out of the blue at any time of the day or night and their practices tended to always last longer than planned.

Hiyoshi knew his friends were curious about where his better mood came from and who he was texting with all the time, but none had been forward enough to come out and ask him directly. Gakuto nagged in a round about way and Choutarou just looked at him strangely. The only person that annoyed him was Oshitari who kept shooting him knowing looks, but that hardly meant anything.

It was great being able to play tennis again. He was slowly building his skills back up to where they had been a year ago. He still wasn’t a match for Kirihara and that bothered him, a lot. He thought perhaps the other boy would get tired of playing him, but the Rikkai player still seemed just as eager to play as he had been the first time.

It was now the weekend though and Hiyoshi hadn’t heard from Kirihara all day. That troubled him for some reason. He wasn’t usually the one who texted first, but… he was bored. At least that was the excuse. He pulled out his phone.

‘You busy?’

‘Nah, why?‘

‘Nothing.’

‘Oh… so uh, what ya doing?’
‘Nothing.’

‘Exciting...>>’

‘I'm staring at my phone and texting you.’

‘......k......so uh--what are you doing today? and dont you dare say nothing.’

Hiyoshi started to write nothing again, but deleted it. Instead he wrote out, ‘I don't know.’

‘Alright then. You're going to come hang out with me.’

Kirihara demanding he hang out with him was very amusing, and for some reason it made Hiyoshi grin. Then he heard his father calling for him and sulked, though he would never admit to doing such a thing.

‘My father is calling. I have to go.’

It wasn’t until a few hours later after he was done helping his father in the dojo that Hiyoshi finally got back to his room and settled down with the novel he was currently in the middle of. He figured by then that Kirihara had completely forgotten about his ideas of hanging out that day. Of course, Kirihara chose that moment to message him again.

‘Hey, what ya doin? -Don't say nothing again.’

‘Reading a book on the grand master Shinken Taira from the Taisho era.’

‘So nothing important, got it. Then lets go get food!’

‘I like this book.’

‘So? It's not going anywhere’

He’d just been able to sit down and relax, but the idea of going out with Kirihara was surprising not a bad one. He supposed he deserved this anyway since he was the one who’d contacted Kirihara in the first place earlier. He sighed and put down his book.

‘Fine. Where?’

‘How bout that noodle place in Harajuku? It'll take me about an hour to get there, so you have some more bonding time with your book.’

‘Gee. Thanks. If you're late, I'll kick your ass. See you in an hour.’

‘Sure thing~!’

As it turned out, Kirihara ended up being ten minutes late. Hiyoshi was glaring with arms crossed and foot tapping against the pavement in front of the noodle shop as Kirihara showed up with one hand behind his head, rubbing the back of it.

“Heh, heh. Sorry. I fell asleep on the train.”

Hiyoshi rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. He just walked into the noodle shop with Kirihara smiling and trotting in after him.

Stopping at the menu machine, Hiyoshi got a ticket for hot soba with tofu while Kirihara got one for beef udon. He took Kirihara’s ticket from him and placed them both on the order counter, then turned to take a seat in the quietest corner of the small restaurant.

Kirihara only had to wait a minute for their food then followed along happily after Hiyoshi with the tray. “Oh, you got a good table.”

Once his food was in front of him, Hiyoshi took a bite of his very hot soba. “Were you bored today?”

“Yeah. All my senpai are busy with exams right now.” Kirihara waited for his own noodles to cool down a bit before starting in.

Hiyoshi nodded. “So are mine. Heh, I doubt that’s what they’re actually doing though. I was wondering why you would invite me out when it’s not our usual meet up day for tennis.”

“You're fun to hang out with.” Kirihara blinked confused. “What do you think your senpai are actually doing?”

Hiyoshi thought Kirihara must be insanely bored a lot to think he was fun. “Do you think your senpai are actually studying?”

“They said that's what they're doing, so yeah...” Kirihara gave him that innocent blinking look again and Hiyoshi raised an eyebrow incredulously. Kirihara seemed to have a lot of blind faith in his senpai.

“What?” The medusa-haired boy asked before digging into his meal with a little “ittadakimasu.”

“Nothing,” Hiyoshi shrugged. “Do you ever doubt your senpai?”

“Why would I? Well, besides Niou-senpai sometimes. Yanagi-senpai always says I shouldn't listen to him, but he's my senpai, so he won’t get me in trouble.” The too trusting kouhai had a big smile on his face as he said this, looking like a little demon with an angel’s smile.
Hiyoshi snickered. “If you say so.” He wouldn't trust his senpai with... anything.

“You should come to Rikkai sometime and play with us. All our practices are a lot of fun.”

The Hyotei boy nearly coughed in the middle of a bite. “I doubt that would be a wise idea.”

“Why not?”

“Che. Even if your senpai wouldn't hold it against me that I'm from Hyotei, I doubt I would ever hear the end of it from my own.”

“Don't tell them then. Mine wouldn't mind. It’s not like you’re on the team any more. Though I think you'd have to play Fukubuchou… He's got an "alpha dog" thing going on. I don't really get it, but that's what Yanagi-senpai said.”

“You mean Sanada-san, right? Heh, I guess I could see that. In any case, somehow the chipmunk or the tensai would find out. They always do.” Hiyoshi thought about it. It actually sounded interesting, being able to watch the nationally ranked Rikkai team practice. “Maybe when I'm back in shape again for playing.”

“Chipmunk? You have a chipmunk on your team?!” Kirihara’s eyes were wide in childish disbelief.
This time Hiyoshi almost spit out his food and choked on his laughter.

“What's so funny?”

The martial artist had to force himself to calm down and swallow. He then glared at Kirihara for almost killing him. “I meant Gakuto, idiot.”

“Oooooooooh. He's a chipmunk? Is that why he can jump so high?”

At this point Hiyoshi thought it best to stop eating for now less Kirihara really might kill him. “It's just a nick... ugh. Never mind. Yes, he's really a chipmunk in disguise fooling you all.”

The trusting look of amazement on Kirihara’s features was almost disturbing.

“I gotta tell Niou-senpai! He'll be pissed there’s a better trickster than him.” He pulled out his phone and texted almost inhumanly fast.
Hiyoshi thought about stopping him before the idiot embarrassed himself, but figured his senpai were probably used to Kirihara being a gullible idiot. Besides, it was amusing him greatly. He took a drink of the nice cool water on the table to help clear his throat and hide the mocking grin on his face.

Kirihara smiled and glanced at his phone as it buzzed and read the message. “Hey! Am not!” He messaged back and closed the phone with a little pout.
Hiyoshi snorted. “What?”

“Nothing.” He glared at the phone as he got texted back, but just stuck his tongue out at it and went back to eating.
Deciding to drop it, Hiyoshi went back to eating as well, immensely more amused by this lunch than he thought he would be.
Akaya stared at his phone as he ate then finally gave in and flipped it open to check the message. “Oh, apparently Niou-senpai and Sanada-fukubuchou are in Harajuku, too. I guess Niou-senpai was trying to update fukubuchous look,” he laughed.
Hiyoshi took that as his cue to go and finished up his soba. “Okay.” He stood to leave. “I'll see you on Wednesday for practice.”

“Where are you going?” Kirihara asked, looking confused.

“Home. Where else would I go?”

“Why are you leaving already though?”

“Your senpai are here.”

“Yeah...?”

“...And I assume now that they are available and presumably not studying, you would want to go with them.” Hiyoshi thought that should have been obvious.

“But I'm hanging out with you...”

Hiyoshi rolled his eyes and sat back down. “Look, all I'm saying is I won’t hold it against you if you would rather go with them.” He felt rather ridiculous for having to spell it out.

“No way, I see them all the time. I don’t see you that often.” Kirihara was giving him a confused look as if Hiyoshi were the crazy one.

Perhaps he’d jumped to conclusions too fast again. A small grin appeared. “Okay... what would you like to do then?”
“I dunno. We can go shopping since we're here?”
“Alright, let’s go then.” Hiyoshi was used to being dragged around by other people, but it was a nice feeling, being a first choice for company. He stood up again and walked toward the exit.

Kirihara got up and followed him happily. “Alright! Let's find you something cool!”

Hiyoshi’s eyes bugged out and he stopped. “What!? Why for me? You're the one who wants to go shopping!”

“Yeah, but I'm fashionable enough.” Kirihara gestured to himself and what Hiyoshi guessed would be considered a rather trendy outfit. Really, it was just dark jeans, a layered tank top with random English on it, and a chain necklace. “You on the other hand are not.”

Hiyoshi looked down at his orange striped shirt and the plain baggy jean shorts he'd had for years. “What's wrong with my clothes?” He'd never cared about clothes in particular outside of his uniform and gi, and these worked just fine.

“Nothing. They're just plain.” Kirihara took his hand on the crowded street and started dragging him into shops.

A red hue came to Hiyoshi’s cheeks as Kirihara pulled him through the crowd. “Maybe I like plain...” he said grumpily.

“Well, then we'll just look and have fun.”

Hiyoshi didn’t answer, too busy looking around, making sure there was no one he knew who would see him being dragged around by a crazy person.

Kirihara, who obviously wasn’t looking where they were going, ended up running right into the flat firm chest of… “Ow--sorr--eh? Fukubuchou?”
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