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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 4

Sanada Gennichirou raised an eyebrow and looked to where his kouhai, Kirihara Akaya, was holding Hiyoshi Wakashi’s hand.

“Oh? What have we here?” Niou asked, sliding around and throwing an arm over Kirihara’s shoulder. “On a date, brat?”

Kirihara looked at Niou suspiciously and held Hiyoshi’s hand a little tighter to keep him from running off. “We're shopping.”

The red hue on Hiyoshi’s cheeks was growing more prominent. He tried to pull away from Kirihara, but the grip the other had on him was surprisingly strong. He tried pulling again, confused when he was just held onto tighter. Instead, he just tried to stay silent with a bored look on his face, not wanting to make the situation any worse. The last thing he’d wanted was to be accosted by Rikkai dai.

“Hn, give us a call before you head back. We'll ride with you so you don’t miss the stop again.” Sanada instructed in his usual overbearing, commanding tone.

“Yeah, cause we're not paying for the taxi to get you home again.” Niou gave Kirihara’s shoulders a little squeeze with a sly smirk. “You'll have to tell us all of the little details…”

“Niou.”

Niou looked up at Sanada as his name was called and laughed. “Yeah yeah, alright.”

Kirihara smiled as Sanada put a hand on his head then grabbed Niou, dragging him off. As he was being pulled away, Niou called back, “Be careful of overgrown chipmunks!”
Hiyoshi was relieved to see them finally leaving and snorted at Kirihara who was sticking his tongue out at them as they left. “You can let go of my hand now...” he told him awkwardly, giving another little tug.
Kirihara blinked and looked at their hands. “Oh, sorry” and let go.

Hiyoshi retrieved his hand promptly, wondering if somehow that small interaction would come back to haunt him in the future. Trying to shrug it off, he looked around as if trying to find a shop interesting enough to go into, but they all looked the same to him.

“So uh, wanna to go Akiba or something?” Kirihara asked, as if having the same problem.

“What's in Akiba?”

“Video games,” the other explained simply. “And girls in skimpy clothes, if you're into that kinda thing.”

Hiyoshi shrugged. “Whatever is fine.” Anything was better than going home.

Kirihara grinned and started toward the station with Hiyoshi following him through the crowd. Hiyoshi was actually thankful they weren’t going to stay in Harajuku where it was so insanely crowded.

As if the same thought was on his mind, Kirihara grabbed his hand again, tugging him along as if he were worried they would get separated. Hiyoshi was yanked back into place behind him.

“Um... why are you holding my hand again?” Not that it really bothered him, but he thought perhaps he should point it out in case Kirihara didn’t realize how silly it was for two boys to be holding hands in public.

“Cause I don’t wanna get separated...”

Sighing, not really caring now that the rest of Rikkai were no longer in sight, Hiyoshi lightly held his hand back as Kirihara led them into the station and they hopped onto the Yamanote Line. He let go of Kirihara's hand once they were in the train and looked around for a seat before just leaning back against the wall near the door with Kirihara standing beside him.

The trip was quiet at first. Every once in a while, Hiyoshi would look over at Kirihara and study his profile. He found that he enjoyed watching the other boy. Before, he’d thought he just liked watching him play tennis, but it seemed he could be just as amused watching him on a boring train.

The curly haired boy watched the people on the train curiously, eyes darting around busily. He glanced out the window as they stopped and watched people on the platform, eyes always moving around just like on a court. “Almost there...” He mumbled to himself.

Hiyoshi chuckled. “Do you ever stop moving?”

“Eh? ...No, I guess not.” he answered with a grin.

“Didn’t think so.” Hiyoshi moved his own gaze to look out the window with a small smile. Unlike Kirihara, minus the natural sway of the train, he remained perfectly still.

Unaware to Hiyoshi, Kirihara then took his turn to watch him. Even then, his eyes moved rapidly over the other boy’s profile and body. After a few minutes, Hiyoshi noticed Kirihara’s looks through the reflection of the window, but didn’t say anything, wondering what he was thinking.

Kirihara had been thinking he was really hungry again and there was a new game coming soon that he wanted, and Hiyoshi had a nice ass.

Hiyoshi turned around and flicked Kirihara on the forehead. “What are you thinking about?”

Kirihara winced and rubbed his forehead. “Oi--I was thinking you have a nice ass--er…” There was a definite wide-eyed expression of “Oops” on his face as Kirihara flushed. He got off the train quickly as the doors opened and the voice announced Akihabara.

Hiyoshi was stunned for a moment, mouth hanging slightly agape, wondering if he’d heard correctly. He followed him off the train right before the doors closed then had to pick up his pace in order to catch up with him. “That was a bad joke, idiot.” He grumbled when he was walking beside him again.
“Joke?”

“Yeah. If you don't want to tell me what you’re thinking about, that's fine. Where is this place we're going?” He figured it had to be joke, but he was used to it. Gakuto and Oshitari made ridiculous jokes like that to him all the time.

“I told you what I was thinking about…” Kirihara blinked and shook his head. “Whatever. It's this way.” He wandered through the streets, past all the electronic shops with noisy people calling to them about deals.
Hiyoshi wondered if Kirihara had honestly been thinking he had a nice... He swallowed awkwardly to clear his throat so he didn’t choke. The hateful red came back to his cheeks and he decided to drop it for both their sakes.
Once they arrived at Kirihara’s favorite game store, he led them in with a big smile as the man behind the counter waved and said hi to him, calling him by name.
“You must come here a lot.” Hiyoshi chuckled, silently following behind. He’d never actually played games like these before.

“Yeah, this place is the best!” The overly excited teenager went upstairs and started looking through stacks of games. To Hiyoshi, who didn’t know a lot about games, they all looked like random fighting ones. “Oooo this one is awesome!”
Hiyoshi gave him a blank look. “What is it?”

“Dead or Alive. I haven’t played the first one in years.”

Kirihara seemed entirely too excited about something that came in a small plastic case. Hiyoshi just nodded even though he had no idea what it was.
“We should play it sometime!”
“I guess” he answered, looking unsure.

“It's fun! You can just button mash if you don't know the combos.”
Hiyoshi rolled his eyes. “I'm not even sure I know what a combo is supposed to be, but I'll try.”
Kirihara blinked. “Have you never played a fighting game before?”
“No,” he answered bluntly.

The video game crazy boy blinked at him again. “How have you survived for so long?!”

Hiyoshi wondered if that was a trick question. “Just fine, thank you.”

Kirihara shook his head. “You're crazy!”

Hiyoshi just laughed as Kirihara went to pick another game.

“Have you played any video games?”

Hiyoshi thought about it, not sure if Dance Dance Revolution and other rhythm games counted, but decided against it. “No.”

“EH?!”

He shrugged. “There was never any reason to.”

Kirihara just gaped at him for a bit. “We need to change this!”

Amused, Hiyoshi laughed again. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed this much. “Whatever you say.”

“There’s a game center down the street, let's go!”

The apparently lacking in an important part of life Hiyoshi didn’t particularly want to go into the overly crowded, loud, five story gaming building with too many flashing lights, but went along anyway. When they got there, Kirihara took him up to what looked to be the fighting game area and quickly found an open machine. “Alright, sit.” He commanded, pulling out his coin purse and inserting a coin, starting to explain the controls.

Hiyoshi was very unsure about this, but sat down anyway, not seeing any harm in it. “What kind of game is this?”

“This is street fighter 4. It's a fighting game.”

“What strategies do you use?”
“Eh? Oh, all the characters have different styles.”

Hiyoshi rolled his eyes. “I get that it's a fighting game, but isn't there some kind of strategy you need to use, like in chess or checkers?”

Kirihara stared at him like he was crazy. “You beat the crap outta the other guy.”

Hiyoshi looked around confused. “What other guy?”

Kirihara sweat dropped. “You'll see,” he pointed to the screen. “Pick your character.”
Many different characters appeared on a selection screen. “Oh... You meant in the game.” He had thought for a moment he was supposed to be opposing someone else playing the same game. He pressed a button and supposed that selected a character because the screen changed.
Kirihara sweat dropped again. “Er—yeah. What did you think I… Never mind. Alright, the match is about to start. Get ready.”

Hiyoshi sat there with his hands on foreign controls. One character started to attack and he figured that must be him. He tried to remember what Kirihara had told him about which buttons did what but now he couldn’t remember a single one. He started to just press them randomly. Fairly quickly, the other opponent fell over. “Did I win?”

“No... You actually have to attack the other guy...”

“I did. I pressed a few of the buttons and he moved.” He was starting to get irritated.

Kirihara sat down in the seat next to him. “Alright, watch me, I'll show you how you do it, okay?” He put a coin in while Hiyoshi sat with his arms crossed and watched. He picked out a character then pointed as the screen came up. “The one on the left is always you when you're playing the computer.” He put his hands back on the controls and began efficiently decimating the opponent with determined focused eyes as the match started.

Hiyoshi looked back and forth between watching the screen and Kirihara's face. The 2-D fight was interesting, but Kirihara now had the expression on his face that first made Hiyoshi interested in him and his matches. That completely focused and enthralled expression.

When the game finished, Kirihara was all smiles. “See?” He looked over at him. “Just like that.”
“I admit it's interesting to watch, but why would I want to do it on a screen when I can already do most of that myself?” Except for the weird attacks shooting out from their hands, he amended to himself, but that was obvious.

Kirihara liked to blink at him it seemed. He did it a lot. “Eh? You can?”
“I already told you. I'm the inheritor of a martial arts dojo... I uh… do this stuff every day.” He felt a bit awkward for saying it.
Kirihara’s eyes sparkled. “Can I come watch sometime?”

“Watch?” Hiyoshi’s eyes crossed slightly in confusion. “You can go to a tournament or something if you're interested in watching matches. They have them on TV every once in a while, if that's what you mean.”

“I want to watch you, dummy.”

Hiyoshi thought he might have heard wrong again. “Why would you... It would be boring.” He thought about it. “I doubt my father would allow non-practitioners to observe anyway.”

“I'll ask him nicely! I really want to see you do it! I bet you look really cool!”

He couldn’t help grinning at the compliment, but the idea of Kirihara talking to his father was absurd. “You'll get me in trouble if you ask him. Maybe I can bring you to one of our smaller schools.”

Kirihara grinned. “Really?!”

“Sure.” He really shouldn't, but... “No one will say anything, so it should be okay.”

“Yay!!!”

Hiyoshi gave a small smile at Kirihara’s enthusiasm. “Do you want to play again?”

“Eh? Sure.” Kirihara inserted another coin.
Hiyoshi leaned back in the seat and enjoyed watching. As he played, Hiyoshi made snide commentary on which moves were actually physically possible and which were ridiculous. He snickered at a particular jump kick combo that somehow made the character fly.

Kirihara stuck his tongue out at him. “Hey! It could happen!”
“Sure. With a lot of wire and potential fatal injury, and that’s with using my imagination.”

Kirihara laughed. Hiyoshi rolled his eyes. Kirihara smiled happily and fought a couple more matches while Hiyoshi continued to watch and comment.

They were both smiling and enjoying themselves when Hiyoshi’s phone vibrated in his pocket. “I'll be right back,” he excused himself and left to answer it.

“Alright,” Kirihara replied and stayed to play more.

Hiyoshi was only gone for a few minutes, but came back looking irritated. “I can only stay out a little longer. Was there anything else you wanted to do?”

“Eh, no, just hanging out is fun. You gotta go home?” Kirihara asked without looking away from the game.

“Yeah, my father wants me home for dinner tonight. I think his evening class was cancelled which means I have to be there.”

Kirihara stood from the machine. “Oh, alright, it's cool. Wanna go hop on the train? I'll ride with ya to your station, 's not like I got anywhere I gotta be.”

“Didn't your senpai want you to meet them before you went anywhere?” Hiyoshi asked, feeling guilty and annoyed for having to leave so early. “I'll just go back with you to Harajuku so you can meet up with them.”

“Nah, I'll meet up with them after.”

Hiyoshi nodded, not wanting to refuse and almost wishing he didn't have to leave this place that he usually avoided at all costs. “We can... come back again sometime if you want.” He wasn’t going to be so forward as to tell him he wanted to come out with him again, but was just giving him the option. He turned to walk toward the escalator and exit.

They walked out of the building together, Hiyoshi silently trying to figure out what to say that didn't sound too lame or boring. “The game center wasn't so bad.” He mentally winced. So much for not being lame.

Kirihara grinned, trotting along beside him. “It’s one of my favorite places in the world,” he laughed. “How far away is your house?”

“One line from Shinjuku and then a 15 minute walk. Why?”

“Just curious.”
“How far away is your place?”

“Uh, like an hour and a half from Shinjuku then a 10 minute walk.”
That was a long distance to come out just to have lunch with him and then to have to leave early, Hiyoshi thought with a curse. “Sorry I made you come out this far, next time we can meet somewhere else if you want.”

“Eh? Make me?” He did the blinky thing again. “You didn't make me do anything.”
Hiyoshi let out another small chuckle. “Why is it that whenever I apologize to you for something, you disagree with me over it?”

Kirihara grinned. “Cause you apologize for weird stuff.”
The young martial artist shook his head. “Then I'll be sure never to apologize to you ever again just to be sure not to do it again.”

Kirihara laughingly agreed. “Alright.”
They arrived at the station and had to hurry to make it onto the train. Kirihara ran along beside Hiyoshi, having fun dodging people. When they made it to the platform, Hiyoshi grabbed Kirihara's arm to pull him in with him just before the doors close behind them.

“We made it!” Kirihara cheered.

Now that he thought about it, Hiyoshi had no idea why they hurried when he had no problem waiting for the next one. Then he realized he was still holding onto Kirihara's arm and abruptly let it go. “Sorry.”

“I thought you said you weren't going to apologize anymore?” Kirihara laughed and leaned against Hiyoshi’s side.
“My mistake.” Hiyoshi glared at him. “Damn it…” he mumbled as Kirihara continued to laugh. He looked everywhere but at Kirihara until his gaze settled outside on some distant location, not really paying attention since he was more concentrating on where Kirihara was still leaning against him.

After a few minutes, Hiyoshi looked back to where Kirihara’s head had landed on his shoulder and wondered why he hadn’t moved away yet. Then he heard a soft snore and realized the other boy had fallen asleep. He tried to hide a small smirk. Their stop was soon anyway.

Kirihara was nuzzling against him when Hiyoshi noticed a couple girls their age who were giggling and watching them. Hiyoshi blushed and nudged him. “Kirihara, we're almost at our stop...”

The sleepy boy blinked and yawned, but didn’t move away. “Hm? We are? That was fast...”

Hiyoshi could see now why Kirihara always missed his stop. “Come on.” He moved away, but left a hand out just in case the other boy fell over.

Kirihara did stumble a bit, but easily caught himself and yawned again before rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand. “Alright...”

Hiyoshi nudged him forward and out the sliding doors as they opened. “And I thought Jiroh-senpai was the only one I knew who falls asleep everywhere.” He grinned teasingly at him, thinking that he’d been smiling too much today. His jaw was starting to hurt.

“Oh! That's the guy that's got the crush on Marui-senpai, right?”
Hiyoshi raised an eyebrow. “I don't know if he has a crush on him, but he's definitely obsessed with his tennis.” Personally, he’d always thought Jiroh-senpai just had a thing for any one who beat him.

“He shows up at Rikkai every once in a while and they go out for cake and stuff. It's totally a crush.”

“Oh...” Hiyoshi felt a little embarrassed for even talking about it. “Not sure I wanted to know that.”

Kirihara looked at him curiously. “Why? Does it bother you? Two guys seeing each other?”

“No.” Hiyoshi shrugged. “Just didn't want the mental picture of the two of them on a sugar high in a cake shop together.”

Kirihara laughed at the image and Hiyoshi suddenly stopped and winced, his hands coming up to massage his temples. Kirihara smiled and threw an arm over Hiyoshi’s shoulders and Hiyoshi glared at him. “I just had a terrible mental image of our captains going to a cake shop together. That is NEVER allowed to happen.”

“Of Atobe-san and Yukimura-buchou?” Kirihara snickered. “Buchou would have fun with it. Atobe-san would probably take them to the best place in all of Japan.”

“Please do not elaborate on the image. It's already painful enough as it is...” He could imagine a war breaking out at some point that ended with sugary destruction that he refused to be apart of.

Kirihara just smiled. “Maybe buchou would bring me back a cake...”

Hiyoshi rolled his eyes. “I'll buy you a damn cake if we can change the subject!”
Kirihara’s eyes lit up. “Really?!”

He hadn't actually meant it literally, but didn't want to turn down that hopeful look. “Sure.” He shrugged.

“Yay~!”

Hiyoshi looked up at the signs and calculated the time in his head. “Are you sure you want to go with me to my station? It would be easier to go straight back to Harajuku from here.”

“Yeah, I'll go back there after.”
Since Kirihara had apparently made up his mind, Hiyoshi saw no reason to argue it. On the way toward the next platform, he saw a cake shop and wondered if he should stop in order to fulfill his promise now. Looking at the time though, he realized he would be late if they stopped for too long.

He got a little ahead before realizing Kirihara was no longer beside him. Cursing, he looked around in every direction, but the crowd at Shinjuku always made it nearly impossible to find anyone. “Shit.” He hated Shinjuku station. He moved to a side wall so he wouldn’t be blocking the flow of traffic and tried to spot medusa hair.

He started to get frustrated and more than a little bothered that he couldn’t find him, when he saw someone across the way and down the hall seemingly waving his arms around wildly at him above the crowd. He figured the idiot drawing attention to himself had to be Kirihara and walked towards him quickly. As he got closer to the bench, Hiyoshi looked up at the smiling boy standing on it. “And here I thought I'd gotten rid of you.”
Kirihara smiled and hopped down. “Nope! Not yet,” he laughed.

Hiyoshi shook his head. “Let's go then, and try not to get lost this time.”

“Hey, you were the one who left me behind!” He grabbed onto the back of Hiyoshi’s shirt so he wouldn’t get separated again.

Hiyoshi felt the pull on the back of his shirt and raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything about it. “Did not...”
“Did, too.” The immature one stuck his tongue out.
“Did not.” Hiyoshi rolled his eyes. “It's not my fault you have the attention span of a nat.”

“Of a wha--ooo video games!”

Hiyoshi face palmed. “Did you want to stop in there?”
“Nah, it's alright. I'll go to the cheap shop near my house later.”

They got all the way to the ticket gate entrance before Hiyoshi pointed out. “You have to let go of my shirt so we can go through.”

“Oh, yeah, heh heh.”

Kirihara let go and they both pulled out their train passes and went through the gates then up to the platform. Hiyoshi tried not to laugh at how many times he had to steer and nudge Kirihara in the right direction.

“I think I should buy a leash for the next time we go out together.”

“Eh? Why? Are you going to bring a dog?”
“I suppose I would be bringing the equivalent,” he snickered.

“Uh, okay?” Complete blank look.

Hiyoshi smiled evilly and leaned to the side to whisper in his ear. “Though I’ve never heard of the medusa breed before.”

There was a pause and a blink, and then he got it. “Hey!!”
Hiyoshi laughed and pulled him onto the train. The trip to Hiyoshi’s final stop was not very long and was for the most part silent. Hiyoshi stood quietly, content to watch Kirihara again, which was turning into a rather bad habit. Kirihara, not noticing the stare, was leaning against the wall with a smiling half asleep expression, though every once in a while his eyes would abruptly move to pick up movement in the only half filled train.

When the loudspeaker announced their stop, Hiyoshi called to him. “Kirihara?”

Kirihara blinked and looked around, as if trying to remember where he was. “Yeah?”

“This is my stop. It would be easier for you if you just went across the platform to the opposite train and went back.” Even though he wouldn’t have minded the other boy’s company a little while longer, he thought it would be for the best that they parted ways now. The train doors opened and they walked out.

Kirihara looked straight at him for a moment as if debating with himself. “Okay. We can do this again sometime, right?”

Was it his imagination, or was that hope he saw in Kirihara’s eyes when he asked him that? Hiyoshi cleared his throat and tried not to think about it too much. “Yeah…”

Kirihara’s grin spread wide across his face making Hiyoshi feel a bit dumbfounded. There was a brief wave of goodbyes and they parted.
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