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I don’t own Tennis no Ohjisama or
any of its characters. The original
characters in here are free to be used as you see fit. Lots of thanks go to my friend Nicole for helping me with the ideas of this story and for helping me write when i get stuck.
Also the author is sorry about the bad grammar and mistakes
in chapter three, unfortunately that is the result of attempting to write after
a long nightshift with little sleep the day before
Ryoma woke with a start to someone pounding on his door.
“HORA,
HORA, COME ON!! TENNIS PRACTICE IN HALF
AN HOUR! GET UP YOU LAZY BOY!” Kawamura
thundered in English from the other side of the door.
Ryoma instantly knew that the older boy had a racket in his
hand and dreaded opening the door. The
last time Taka-san had come to wake him up like that, tennis camp two months ago,
he’d chased Ryoma outside while he was still in his pajamas. The noise from the other side of the door
paused a moment later and another voice spoke up.
“Kawamura-sempai,
Fuji-sempai would like your help removing the tarps
from around the courts. I’ll get
Ryoma-kun up.”
Ryoma blinked at Kaidoh’s slip up when he’d said his
name. Normally the seventeen year old
only used his first name when they were talking in private.
“NO
PROBLEM!” Kawamura yelled as he ran down the stairs.
A much softer knock sounded when the noise died down.
“Come in
Kaidoh-sempai.” Ryoma called as the door opened slowly.
Karupin, having heard one of her favorite voices, was
already waiting for him. Kaidoh slipped
inside and happily picked up the cat as he walked towards the now standing
teen. The older boy sat down on the bed
with his back facing the boy who was changing into his casual training clothes.
“Ryoma, has
something been bothering you lately? You
were acting strangely yesterday and I heard you pacing the hall last night.”
“Pacing? That wasn’t me Kaoru, I slept through the
night. If I’d been out in the hall
Karupin would have made a beeline for your room.” Ryoma replied, successfully
distracting the boy from his original question.
“It must
have been someone else. Maybe Momoshiro
forgot where the bathroom was.” Kaidoh said making Ryoma smirk.
The sixteen year old finished dressing in silence as his
sempai lavished attention on Karupin. He
walked over and picked up the Himalayan cat.
“Karupin
you need to stay inside the house. I
don’t want you getting lost.” The cat meowed in response to Ryoma’s order and
patted her boys face with one of her paws, making sure to keep her claws
sheathed.
Ryoma put her back on the bed as he made his way out the
door with Kaidoh, leaving it open so she could explore. After a visit to the bathroom to wash his
face the two went down to the kitchen where Ryoma was met with a plate full of
breakfast.
“I don’t
have time Oishi-sempai. Practice starts
in…”
“Sit and
eat Echizen. Practice won’t start until
the others find the brooms. The
carpenters may have done a good job building the courts but they left sawdust
all over them. How are those bruises
this morning? Did you put more of that
cream on?” Oishi said as he entered mother hen mode.
The only answer he received was a shrug as Ryoma ate in
silence. The door to the kitchen opened
and the next thing Ryoma knew there were two arms wrapped around him from
behind and a nose buried in his hair as someone nuzzled him. He turned his head when he could only to have
Fuji press his cheek against his
own. Ryoma was too stunned to move.
“Ohaiyo Ryoma. Did
you have sweet dreams?” the older boy asked with a mischievous glint to his
eyes.
“Good
morning Fuji-sempai.” Ryoma intoned back as he blushed
bright red and longed for his hat to pull over his eyes.
Oishi smiled at the scene in front of him and turned away so
as not to embarrass the younger boy more than he was already. Oishi and Eiji were in a long standing
relationship as well and they were also close enough to Shusuke and Kunimitsu
to have been let in on the plan they had.
He’d suspected that Ryoma wanted the two of them, but he had advised
them to be careful of how they approached the younger prodigy for fear that
Ryoma would be scared away from them.
Kaidoh on the other hand happened to be privy to the fact that Ryoma did
want a serious relationship with the two sempai’s. Watching his sempai hug his kouhai in such a
way, though, Kaidoh wasn’t sure if Fuji
was merely playing or being serious.
They didn’t know it, but he’d been in the hall outside Ryoma’s door the
night before and he’d heard how they said goodnight to him. For some reason however it didn’t put him at
ease about the situation.
“Ryoma, I
told you, call me Shusuke.”
“Ah.”
“Shu su ke.” Fuji
insisted with a closed eyed smile and he rubbed his cheek against Ryoma’s
again.
“Shusuke.” Ryoma repeated knowing he wouldn’t be released
until he did.
This kind of public display was not completely to his liking
even if it was only two other regulars in the room. Closing his eyes for a moment he relaxed and
just let himself feel the warm strong arms around him before he pulled
away. Fuji’s
eyes opened in disappointment as Ryoma escaped from his embrace, but he closed
them quickly and forced a smile.
“Saa. Ryoma, did Kobayashi-san mention anything to
you about yard work equipment being somewhere special when she took you home on
Saturday?” Fuji asked.
“Ah. I think she mentioned a shed being to one
side or something.” Ryoma replied.
Fuji smiled and
kissed the top of his head before he left to go find it.
Fuji rounded the
side of the house and smiled in delight as he saw a shed. Making his way towards it his smile turned
into a frown, he was suddenly quite certain that something unfriendly was
watching him. Looking around he found
nothing that should cause this discomfort but still the sensation
persisted. As he reached his destination
he decided that if he didn’t find a broom in there then he would return to the
others empty handed. Opening the door
the saw the sought for object leaning against the back wall. Looking around the small space he realized
that there truly was no room for anyone to hide and that it had also been
cleaned of spiders and insects. He took
a step inside only to be shoved from behind before the door slammed. A quiet click made it clear that he’d been
locked inside the small structure. The
prodigy’s eyes opened to reveal a dangerous gleam. Someone definitely needed to be taught a lesson.
Momoshiro wandered aimlessly around wondering where he could
find a broom for the courts. He thought
maybe there might be a groundskeeper’s cottage somewhere further into the
forest but the captain had told them not to go in there without a partner. He’d said it was for in case they got lost
but that didn’t make much sense to Momo.
If he was with someone when he got lost, then it would be two missing
people instead of just one, leaving less people to look for the one, but he
wasn’t about to disobey Tezuka. The last
time he had the older boy had upped the punishment to 200 laps and a week of
ball pick up duty. He’d then made Momo
clean the equipment and locker rooms. No
it was better not to make Tezuka angry.
Now that his mind was on the tennis captain his thoughts turned to
something that had been bothering him lately.
Tezuka and Fuji had been
hanging around Echizen too much for his liking.
Now that he thought about it they had been touching him an awful lot
too. That wouldn’t do. Echizen was supposed to be his. He’d been closest to the boy from the
beginning, hanging out with him, taking care to get him to school on time,
taking him for food after school. He’d
been the one to find and return his cat the time she’d followed Ryoma to school. Why couldn’t the boy wake up and see what was
right in front of him. He’d tried to
make a move on him once but that had led to Ryoma pulling away from him. They were still close of course, but Ryoma
now hung out more with the others, like Kaidoh taking him on his runs and
therefore to school in the mornings, or Kikumaru dragging him out for ice cream
when he and Ryoma were going to get burgers.
Even Oishi seemed to be nudging Echizen towards the captain and the tensai. How was he
supposed to make what he wanted obvious to the younger boy if they ruined his
moments with him? Sometimes he wondered
if his efforts were worth it, after all Ryoma really didn’t seem interested in
him. Yes sometimes he wondered but then
his mind would remind him of how much he liked the boy. Really, Ryoma was so cute, so stubborn, so
strong, so confident, so… so right in front of him!
Momo stumbled to a stop and blinked. When had Ryoma gotten a blue kimono, and why
was he wearing it now? The boy turned
and looked at Momoshiro with a pleading expression before motioning him to
follow. With that done he took off,
moving faster than the older boy had ever seen him run before. It was almost like his feet weren’t touching
the ground. Momo took off right after
him. He followed the boy around the
corner of the house only to find him nowhere in sight. In fact the only thing around was a tool
shed. Oh well since Ryoma had
disappeared, probably embarrassed to be caught wearing something other than his
practice clothes, he figured he may as well check the small building for a
broom.
The red eyed spirit smiled evilly as he watched the boy
struggle with the door. Someone of his
build would never be able to break the lock, and in just a few more minutes he
would have enough power again to bring the structure crashing down on the boy’s
head. Once that was done he could try to
figure out which one of the other boys were attempting to lay claim to the
young Echizen. Before
he could do any of this, though, a familiar energy itself wrapped around the
building blocking him from destroying it. One of the boys came running around the
corner just then, and after hesitating a moment he carried on towards the
shed. The spirit decided to retreat for
now, but he was far from done.
Fuji stopped
trying to open the door when he heard footsteps outside. Wondering if it was whoever pushed him in or
if it was one of his teammates he stayed silent, deciding to err on the side of
caution.
“Huh? The door is stuck!” a familiar voice said as
its owner rattled the handle.
“Momo! I’m stuck in
here; can you get the door open? Ryoma
should have the…” he let his voice trail off when the door was heaved open,
snapping the old lock.
“Or that
works too. Thank you
Momoshiro. You’ve been training
with Taka-san again huh?” Fuji said
as he stepped out with two brooms.
“Ah. Are you alright sempai? How did you get trapped in there?” the power
tennis player asked worriedly.
“I’m not
sure how, but no I’m not hurt. Anyway we
should get these back to the courts so we can start practice.”
As they walked towards the recently built tennis courts they
were hit with the first few drops of rain from the storm clouds that were
quickly gathering. The four other
regulars that had been outside met them halfway back to the house just in time
for them all to get drenched as they ran towards the house in the now pouring
rain. When they arrived they found
Kaidoh and Oishi sitting at the table while Ryoma finished making a large pot
of tea. Momo looked at the sixteen year
old strangely.
“Hey Ryoma,
where’d you get the blue kimono you were wearing ten minutes ago and how did
you change so fast?” he asked his kouhai.
The three dry boys stared at him as if he’d grown an extra
head.
“Momo-sempai
I’ve been here since Kawamura-sempai and Kaidoh-sempai woke me up, and I don’t
own a blue kimono. I wouldn’t wear it
without reason even if I did.”
“But I saw
you. You led me to the shed.” Momo
protested.
“No
Momoshiro, you didn’t. He’s been with me
since he woke up.” Kaidoh stated.
“Maybe
Momo-chan needs his eyes checked.” Eiji said as he walked upstairs to change,
dragging Oishi with him.
The rest of the soaked regulars followed quickly but not
before Fuji pulled Ryoma into a one
armed hug, ensuring that the boy would at least need to change his shirt. This act earned him a glare from Momoshiro, a
warning look from Kaidoh, and an inquisitive look from Inui. It also brought out a look of hatred from a
currently invisible red eyed ghost but Fuji
ignored the chill going up his spine passing it off as being cold from the rain
water. When they’d reached the top of
the stairs Fuji leaned over and
whispered into Ryoma’s ear.
“Bring the
bruise ointment into our room once you’ve changed please.” With that said he
turned and joined Tezuka in their room.
The captain raised an eyebrow at his lover as he pulled on a
pair of pants. Leaving his shirt off he
walked over to caress the others cheek and steal a kiss.
This was how Ryoma found them when he walked in, closing the
door behind him, with the requested item in hand. He’d decided that it was time to start
evening out the score in this game so he’d changed into a button down black
polyester shirt that he’d left unbuttoned and his pair of low riding black jeans
that hugged in just the right places.
Nanako had bought them for him and she called them his ‘great date’
jeans, Ryoma secretly translated that as his ‘I know you’re checking out my
ass’ jeans. Though why Nanako had hidden
this outfit in his bag with a note that told him to ‘go for it’ was beyond him,
he was happy she had. He was not
disappointed at the stares he received from the two and let his trademark smirk
play on his lips.
“The
wheatgrass extract you asked for Shusuke.
Are you hurt?” Ryoma said as he came nearer to the two.
“Thank you
Ryoma. Maybe you could help me put it
on? Something seems to be troubling my
shoulder blades.” Fuji said as his
eyes devoured the lithe form.
Ryoma shrugged and crawled his was onto the bed behind the
blue eyed prodigy. Tezuka helped Fuji
remove his shirt and instantly became worried when he heard Ryoma gasp.
“Sempai
what happened?” Ryoma asked in shock forgetting the game of teasing for the
moment.
“I’m not
sure; someone shoved me into the shed and locked me in. About twenty minutes later Momo found me and
let me out.” Fuji replied after
seeing the no nonsense look Tezuka was giving him.
The captain looked at his lovers back and hissed in
sympathy. He moved back in front of him
when he saw that Ryoma had opened the cream and was gently working it into the
dark bruises. After making sure that the
marks were truly saturated with the balm he found he wasn’t really willing to
take his hands away from the milky but marred skin. Ryoma tenderly stroked the eighteen year olds
back hoping that he wasn’t crossing too far over the boundary he’d set
himself. Tezuka’s eyes regained the fire
they’d had when the sixteen year old had walked in as he slowly moved towards
Ryoma’s face. The captain’s right hand
was stroking Fuji’s hair and the
tensai’s arms wrapped around his waist in return. Ryoma was just about to let himself give in and kiss the bespectacled boy when a knock
on the doorframe caused him to jump back.
“Sorry if
I’m interrupting, we’re going to need more groceries and you’re the only one
who can phone them in.” Inui said to Ryoma when he answered the door.
“Fine.” The
annoyed teen replied as he walked out into the hall leaving two very frustrated
tennis players in the room.
Truth be told he was almost relieved that the data player
had interrupted them, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for what they’d been about
to do.
Authors note: It’s great that people are reading this, and
thank you to my reviewers, but I’m going to need a little help here please. If you have suggestions or something you
really want to happen in the story please either review or email me at celtic_ring@hotmail.com . Also I’m looking for suggestions of who to
pair Momo with, though I would prefer it not be one of the Seigaku
regulars. So if you have a favorite Momo
x whoever pairing please let me know, I’m also willing to write one of you in
if you like. Also criticism is welcome
but pointless flames of I just don’t like it will be ignored. I’m always willing to listen if it will help
me improve my writing. If this story
goes over well I’m also trying to write an OT5 fic
that is slowly coming along but won’t be posted until this is done.
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