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Of bratty demons and mushroom heads	By : TrishaMCH Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1574 -:- 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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Journal: Kirihara

Six months is a long time...

It's been more fun than I could possibly imagine though.

I never thought that being in a relationship could be like this... Just a few weeks ago was Wakashi and I’s six month anniversary. We went to Disneyland and had a lot of fun. He always does stuff like that for me even though he doesn't like those places. Heh heh, I wish everyone could have seen his expression on ‘It's a Small World.’ It’s an awesome experience going to the Disneyland in Tokyo because I can actually understand what everything says!!!

I never know how to pay him back for stuff like that though... I mean... He always takes me places and always pays for things... but all I can do is just... be there. I don’t know. It's like he doesn’t trust me with a lot either... It's just a feeling I get from him and it kinda scares me...

But it's normal to be scared a bit in a relationship, right? I mean... to worry about where it's going and stuff. I don't know… Maybe I'm just being stupid or something, but I have this weird feeling in my gut that something I don't like is going to happen soon...

CHAPTER 38

Hiyoshi had been on the phone with his father for the last half hour. This had to be a new record for them, but the conversation was not anywhere near a happy one. In fact, Hiyoshi was very, very close to yelling or just straight out slamming the phone down.

“She’s already here?!” He exclaimed into the phone, not even trying to hide his anger at the situation. “Why wasn’t I informed earlier?” A few more heated words were exchanged before the phone call finally came to an end. He hurriedly picked up his keys and wallet, and then made his way to the door. Akaya would be home any minute; hopefully he’d make it out before his mop-headed boyfriend got there. Then he could take care of the situation so Akaya would never even have to know.

Akaya yawned and stretched, having just got out of English and consequently having just woken up from a nap. ‘Now to get some real rest before practice.’ He was about to set his hand on the door knob when the door opened on its own. He blinked and looked up to see Hiyoshi looking for lack of a better word, enraged. "O-oi, you alright?"

Shit. Hiyoshi quickly tried to cover up his anxiety and stepped out of the way so Akaya could slip by him into the room. “I’m fine. Just have a few errands I have to run. I’ll be back later. Don’t wait for me.” He knew if he went into more detail, Akaya would know he was hiding something. Better to keep it simple and leave. He quickly leaned down to peck his boyfriend on the lips, trying to seem normal, and left down the hall.

Akaya blinked and looked rather confused as Hiyoshi kissed him out in the hallway. That was new. He watched him hurry off and shrugged. Going inside, he closed the door and toed off his shoes, only to trudge over to the bed and collapse. Damn, English was hard work.

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Saitou Natsumi was not the type of girl to be kept waiting. When Wakashi wasn’t there to pick her up on time at the airport, she cursed loudly in a decidedly unfeminine tone. Many stopped to stare at the tomboyish girl with cropped black hair. Though not a stunning beauty, her eyes had a serious yet mirthful look that made it always seem she had some secret she would never disclose. Despite being taller than the average Japanese female, she was well proportioned, and being a very devoted follower of kobujustu martial arts, her body was toned and pleasing to look at.

She had lived in Singapore for many years, but her family was originally from Japan. It was easy to find a taxi which would bring her to campus where she expected Wakashi to have a good excuse for not being on time to pick her up. She didn’t have a cell phone that worked in Japan, so calling him was out of the question.

Once she arrived on campus, the tired and irritable girl asked around for a while to find the dorms. She spoke with the housing office, and once she explained who she was and gave ID, they were very useful by directing her to Wakashi’s room. Arms crossed with a glare, she knocked on Wakashi’s front door.

Hearing the knock on the door, Akaya opened his eyes groggily and growled. Who the hell was at their door in the middle of the night----he checked the clock---afternoon?! He trudged over and opened the door, only to see a girl standing there. "Um... Who the hell are you?" he mumbled, not bothering with pleasantries. He did not like being woken up in the middle of a nap unless it was by Wakashi with a kiss, or something better. The girl was tall, almost his height, and that weirded him out a bit. Was she some kind of giant or something?

“Sorry, I might have the wrong room. Does Wakashi live here?” The jet-lagged look changed to a friendly smile, not at all put off by the boy’s grumpy demeanor.

Akaya blinked, waking up a bit more. "Wakashi..." he repeated. He was fairly certain he was the only one who called Hiyoshi that, but he'd heard right, she'd said Wakashi. "If you mean Hiyoshi Wakashi, yeah... He lives here... He's not here right now. He ran off all grouchy about something, but he should be back soon I think." At least he still had some of his manners. They were just buried under a layer of tired indifference.

Natsumi sighed in relief, tired from the long flight and having to lug around three suitcases. “Oh good, I was worried the bastard would make me wait until he found me, which I know would take forever. I hope I’m not being too forward in asking, but do you mind if I come in and wait for him? You must be Kirihara-san, right?” She was amused. If this was the boy Wakashi had told her about, then she was very curious to meet him.

'The bastard,' huh? Maybe he and this girl could get along. Akaya stepped out of the way. "Oh yeah, come on in. You look tired." He helped take a couple of her bags and dragged them in. "And yeah, I'm Kirihara Akaya. You are...?"

Saying a quick “thank you” as the boy helped her with her bags; once Natsumi was situated inside, she gave him a confused look. “Ugh… Sorry. Wakashi didn’t tell you I was coming? That idiot.” She shook her head and introduced herself casually. “My name is Saitou Natsumi. I’m his fiancé from Singapore. Nice to meet you, Kirihara-san. You’re his boyfriend, correct?”

Akaya’s jaw dropped and he stared at the girl in complete and utter shock. How did she know they were in a relationship? And wait, did she just say… "You're WHAT?!" he explained, probably a bit louder than necessary.

Natsumi’s eyes grew wide at the surprise in his voice and then she fully understood the reality of the situation. “Don’t tell me he didn’t tell you that either? Shit… Uhh… this is awkward…” She sat down on a nearby chair and her right leg started moving up and down in a nervous habit. “Look, um… Yeah, I’m his fiancé. Our family arranged it since he stayed with us in Singapore a while back, but don’t worry.” She waved her hands in front of her face as if to ward off an evil spirit, “He’s just a good childhood friend and I have no intention of getting between you two.”

Flopping down on the side of the bed with a blank look on his face, Akaya decided that he and Wakashi were going to have a good loooooong talk when he got back. He looked over to Natsumi and forced a smile. "Oh, well uh... Thanks for telling me Saitou-chan." He sighed and ran a hand through his wild hair. "Sorry for yelling... He just uh--he didn't tell me anything about this..." Now he understood the bad feeling in his gut. He really wished he didn't though.

The equally confused girl wasn’t sure what to say. She was soooooo going to kill Wakashi when he got there. “So, uh… it’s almost impossible to get any information out of him about you. How long have you been together for?” It still surprised her that Wakashi had ended up with a guy. He had seemed straight enough when they were kids... she knew that better than anyone, and this boy with crazy curly hair didn’t seem at all the type she had pictured her Shi-chan would end up with.

Akaya thought about it for a moment. "Just over six months," he answered honestly. "Why were you trying to find out about me?" he eyed her curiously. Why would she want to know about him? Was she just trying to figure out her competition? He knew girls, girls were sneaky.

“Wow! That’s longer than I’d guessed. Of course I want to know about who Wakashi is dating. This is excellent blackmail and teasing material!” She wiggled her eyebrows at him jokingly, showing that she was only kidding. “Not to mention, I’m just curious. I would never have guessed he’d end up with a guy.”

"Yeah... You and me both." The bratty demon laughed a little and laid back on the bed to look up at the ceiling. "It started as a game. I was just trying to get him to loosen up and get that stick out of his ass, but then... I don't know what happened, but I fell in love with him…" he explained, his expression softening along with his tone. "You seem like a pretty nice girl Saitou-chan," he smiled and looked at her, slowly forcing himself to sit up again. Maybe she wasn't so bad. He shouldn't blame her for Wakashi’s error.

That was so sweet. She could feel the gooeyness everywhere. “I know he must feel similar feelings if he’s been with you for that long,” she answered confidently with a smile. “And it looks like he’s even living with you.” Look at what must be Wakashi’s desk, she could tell by the tidiness versus the other desk with dust gathering on it, and found the shuriken hidden underneath that she knew would be there. “I must warn you though.” With expert handling, ease and grace, she let it fly through the air, embedding it in the wall next to Kirihara-san’s head. “If you ever hurt him intentionally, I’ll kill you.” A friendly smile was in place, but her eyes said she wasn’t lying.

Akaya’s eyes shot open and he looked back at the shuriken in their wall. What was it about this room and being threatened with sharp pointy things?! Maybe he shouldn't have moved after all. This place was dangerous. Where had she even pulled that out of? He nodded slowly. "I would never hurt him, so you don’t have anything to worry about," he said confidently, despite the slight quiver in his voice brought on by the adrenaline. Even though his life was threatened, he appreciated what she'd said before. He was starting to have his doubts though.

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Hiyoshi had made it to the airport only about a half hour late, already knowing it was probably a lost cause. Knowing Natsumi who had no patience whatsoever, the minute she saw he wasn’t there, she would have left. Stupid woman, she hadn’t been in Japan for years! What if she got lost? Where would she have gone? After taking a quick look around the arrival gate, he got back in the cab to rush back to campus. Natsumi knew where he went to school and that he lived on campus, so that was the most obvious place to look. He just hoped she wouldn’t run into Akaya before he found her.

He walked around the main campus building trying to spot her before giving up and making his way back to his dorm room. Though he was worried, he knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself.

As he entered his room, he asked hurriedly, “Akaya, have you seen…” She was already there. Glancing around quickly, he saw nothing out of place and no one seemed terribly upset. Leaning back against the door, he let out a huge sigh of relief. Natsumi was here in one piece. Good. Akaya didn’t look like he was about to murder things, namely him. Good.

“Shi-Chan!” The fiancé stood, making her way over to give him a hug she knew he wouldn’t appreciate. Then she pulled back and punched him hard in the arm. “How dare you not be there on time to pick me up! And what the hell? You didn’t even tell your boyfriend I was coming! Do you have any idea how awkward that was?!”

When Natsumi was done with him, Akaya walked over and grabbed him by the collar. "Saitou-chan, please excuse us, I need to speak with Wakashi." With that, he literally dragged his boyfriend out the door and pushed him up against the wall in the hallway, hard. "Hi 'Shi-chan'," he said rather venomously, "We need to have a little chat," he growled. "Why the hell do you have a fiancé? Wait, scratch that. Why the fuck did you not tell me you have a fiancé and that she was coming here?!" His face was inches from Hiyoshi’s and his voice and red eyes showed his obvious anger. That was not fun news to wake up from a nap to.

Hiyoshi groaned at Akaya’s words knowing he deserved them and flinched slightly as the red in his eyes appeared, but he couldn’t try to explain out in the hallway with Natsumi being right on the other side of the wall. This was not the time or place for this discussion. He looked steadily back at him. “I promise to explain, but first let me take care of Natsumi and get her out of here. Then you can be angry at me all you want.”

Akaya frowned and released his boyfriend’s shirt to stomp back inside and slide on his shoes. "It was nice meeting you Saitou-chan," he said politely as he slid them on. "Thank you for being honest with me," even if she did put a hole in their wall, at least someone was honest with him. "But now I'm going to go for a walk," he mumbled and turned to walk back out the door. He needed to cool off. Maybe he'd go visit Sanada or something. At least he knew his fukubuchou would be honest with him, even to the point of being brutal.

Hiyoshi caught Akaya’s arm on his way back out. “Don’t go.” He knew Akaya probably just wanted to cool off, but he couldn’t help worrying that he wouldn’t come back.

Akaya froze at the hand on his arm and glared at nothing. "I'll be back later..." He tugged his arm away before stalking down the hall with his hands shoved in his pockets.

Stiffening at the tone of those words, Hiyoshi felt something cold pierce him physically. He wasn’t going to say anything more or try to stop him again.

Angrily, Akaya walked out the door and let out a frustrated sigh as he trudged to Sanada room. He kind of felt bad dropping in on him since Yanagi was visiting, but damn it, he didn't have anywhere else he was comfortable going when he was this upset. Sanada and Yanagi had always been the best at dealing with his temper and always managed to make him calm down. He just hoped today wouldn't be any different.

Hiyoshi’s noticed the shuriken embedded in the wall as he walked back into the room. “Damn it woman! How many times have I told you not to touch my weapons?!” His eyes narrowed at her. “And if you had any patience whatsoever, I would have been at the airport to pick you up and take you to your hotel, which is where we are going now.” He picked up her bags and started carrying them out.

Completely ignoring Wakashi’s comments, Natsumi followed him out the door. “You’re an idiot. Why didn’t you tell him?” She was sorry that she had been the reason they obviously had a problem now, but it wasn’t her fault and wasn’t going to feel guilty over it. “He would have found out eventually.”

“I didn’t know you were coming until I had to leave for the airport. …And the engagement wasn’t even official until just a few weeks ago. I was going to tell him when it was necessary.” In other words, when he absolutely had to.

“Jeez…Our fathers are infuriating. You didn’t know I was coming? I’m really sorry this puts a damper on your love life but it’s not like I had much of a choice.” They loaded up the taxi and got in.

Hiyoshi didn’t know what to say to that and there was no answer to the problem. He sat, silently brooding, as they sped away towards the hotel.

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It was only an hour later when Hiyoshi walked back into his dorm room, cursing when he found his brat had not returned yet. Determined not to over think too much and distract himself, he cleaned the room till it was spotless, removed the shuriken from the wall, trying to cover up the hole, and then got started on his homework.

Akaya wandered in a little while later, looking tired and distracted. He hadn't found his senpai so he'd picked his lock and borrowed Sanada’s tennis bag and keys so he could go play tennis. He'd worked himself to the point of collapsing on the court and now he was just tired and wanted to curl up and not think about anything, but Hiyoshi was there and Natsumi was gone, which meant it was time for them to talk. He was half tempted to walk right back out and sleep over in a friend’s room or something, but his mom always told him running away never solved anything. So he just kicked off his shoes and walked over to flop on the bed unannounced.

Hiyoshi didn’t say anything when Akaya walked back in, just thankful that he’d come back. When Akaya slumped down onto the bed without speaking, he wasn’t sure what he wanted him to do. He’d expected Akaya to be furious; instead, he looked tired and upset. Maybe he didn’t want to talk about it. Hiyoshi had made this mess himself and wasn’t going to force Akaya to talk about it if he didn’t want to. He turned back around to continue working on his homework, though now all he did was stare blankly down at the papers, reading the same line over and over again.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Akaya asked tiredly and laid an arm over his eyes to block out the light, "Were you afraid I would get mad?" he added before resting his other hand on his stomach.

Apparently he did want to talk about it. Hiyoshi closed his book and leaned back in his chair, arms hanging at his sides. “More like I didn’t think it was worth bringing up. Our parents have been talking about it off and on since we were kids but nothing was ever finalized. When I went to stay with them in Singapore… I didn’t think it was going to actually happen.” It wasn’t as if he’d lied to him. He’d honestly just pushed it to the back of his mind since there was no reason to worry about it yet.

"Yet you didn't find it important to tell me 'hey Akaya I’m engaged now'? That's bullshit Wakashi..." he groaned but made no move to sit up. If Wakashi wanted to face him, he could damn well walk over to him. "That's something you're supposed to tell the person you're dating."

“She was still in Singapore. It wouldn’t have made a difference. I had no idea until today that she was coming here to stay with me for a little while.” His father was a bastard like that.

"...She's here to what?" Anger fueled again, Akaya sat up. "Does it just not occur to you that it is important to me to know these things?!" It looked like it was time for a walk again. "Maybe mushrooms really have rotted out your brain."

“I told you, I didn’t know!” It was one thing for Akaya to be angry, but he didn’t appreciate being talked to like that when he was trying to talk about this seriously. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you. It’s not your problem and I didn’t want you to have to think about it. Of course I would have told you if I had known she was coming to Japan!”

"If you had just told me I wouldn't have had to find out from her when she randomly showed up at our door! She threw a shuriken at my head!!" He snapped and pointed to the hole in the wall. "You shouldn't have waited until it was necessary! How do you think that makes me feel?! It's like you don't trust me with anything important that happens in your life!" He got up and went to slide on his shoes again. He was going to say things he didn't mean if he didn't leave again.

Hiyoshi stood and wrapped his arms around Akaya’s waist securely before he was able to completely put his shoes back on. “Of course I trust you, idiot. My engagement to her isn’t important to me. You are.” He wouldn’t let him leave again. All that would do was postpone the conversation. Distance helped them cool down, but it didn’t solve the problem. “I was trying to avoid hurting you and I fucked up, happy?”

Akaya sighed and relaxed against Hiyoshi because the bastard always found a way to calm him down. "Just... tell me this kind of stuff from now on... You won’t hurt me if you tell me. Finding out from someone else hurts like hell..." He whispered the last sentence.

The mushroom-headed boy’s guilty conscience was really pounding now and he pulled Akaya away from the door and backed them up towards the bed. “Sorry…” He seemed to be saying that a lot lately and he hated it. Maybe Sanada had been right, maybe he did hurt Akaya more often than he realized.

"Alright..." he said quietly and allowed himself to be pulled back toward the bed. He didn't want to argue anymore. All he wanted to do was curl up with Hiyoshi and not worry about fiancé’s or Singapore or anything anymore.

Now that Hiyoshi was reassured that his boyfriend wasn’t going to leave upset and the argument seemed to be over, he let go of Akaya to give him space and hopefully indicate what he wanted. The last thing he needed was to do something else to piss him off.

Akaya smiled at his boyfriend and pulled off his shirt and pants, then crawled under the blankets. "You wanna take a nap with me?"

Hiyoshi wasn’t tired, but he didn’t want to lose the contact with Akaya either. He took off his own pants and shirt, leaving him in his boxers, and grabbed the textbook he’d been looking at earlier off his desk before getting into bed beside him. “You go ahead and get some sleep. I have to do some more studying for a test coming up.”

Feeling much better now, Akaya nodded and stretched before wrapping himself around Hiyoshi. "I love you Wakashi, never forget that," he mumbled before falling asleep against the other man.

Hiyoshi smiled fondly down at the sleeping brat and relaxed back against the headboard with a sleeping demon in his lap. With one hand he held the book up to read, while the other mindlessly ran through curly dark locks, the motion familiar and soothing to both of them.
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