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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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CHAPTER 41

After Akaya had left yesterday morning, Hiyoshi had spent almost half the day searching for him, even ended up going to Sanada, but when Akaya was determined to not be found, there was no helping it. Besides, he couldn’t spend the whole day looking for his lost boyfriend when he had other responsibilities he had to attend to. He had two classes, fraternity duties, and Natsumi was only going to be there two more days.

Throughout the day he’d calmed down from his anger at Akaya for leaving him like and hoped he would at least be home by the time he got back that night. It had still been fairly early when he finally made it back to their room. He had made it a point to be back in case Akaya came home.

When he’d seen his boyfriend lying on their bed asleep, the sense of relief had been so powerful that almost all his leftover anger had seemed to wash away. He’d leaned over to kiss his sleeping brat’s forehead, hoping the small contact would wake him as it usually did so they could calmly talk about what happened and move on.

However, before his lips brushed skin, the heavy scent of alcohol had assaulted his senses. Akaya had been drinking again. Looking at him, and knowing his brat as well as he did, it had been obvious to see that he hadn’t just laid down to take a nap. He had passed out.

Anger and resentment immediately swarmed back and poisoned all of his thoughts. How dare Akaya get himself drunk again! Didn’t he know that his boyfriend had worried about him all fucking day?! Didn’t he care at all? He refused to try talking to Akaya when he was like this again and was so angry he was worried about doing or saying something he would regret. The only option left to him was to leave, so he did.

Now he was back in their room again the next day. Once again the room was short a brat and he didn’t know what to do at this point. He had barely slept and missed one of his classes that day, not wanting to leave in case Akaya came home. He was still angry, but there were so many other emotions mixed with it that he wasn’t sure what he felt anymore. He was exhausted and felt so pathetically weak that it disgusted him, but was determined to wait until Akaya got back.

It had officially been the crappiest week he'd had in years and Akaya knew that a lot of it was his own fault, but his boyfriend and his fiancé hadn't helped at all and had started it in the first place. When he'd been out trying to clear his head he'd run into some friends who wanted to buy him a few drinks for his upcoming birthday. He'd said no at first but then gave in to the peer pressure and went with them.

He'd wanted to call his boyfriend to let him know what was going on, but like the stubborn idiot he was, he'd left his phone and well--he didn't know anyone's number if he didn't have his phone. Despite that little fukubuchou voice in his head, he drank more than he normally did because they just kept buying him drinks, and when he finally escaped, he was three sheets to the wind. He'd come home and passed out, hoping to sleep it all off before his birthday.

When he woke up, he was miraculously hangover free -- a birthday miracle -- and was so excited to snuggle up to Hiyoshi and hear his boyfriend be the first to wish him a happy birthday. He'd hoped that they could save all the serious talks for later and just enjoy the day, but when he found the bed empty, his heart had twisted and he'd had to fight not to cry. He had composed himself, got up and went about his Friday routine. He wasn't going to class on his birthday, so instead he went out to get food and then hung around his room playing video games and talking to his family on the phone.

In the mid-afternoon, Sanada and Renji had come by and he'd gone out with them in an effort to keep himself from going crazy by being alone in his room on his birthday. On the way home he'd stopped to pick up his Gundam head cake that Marui made him before boxing them up and bringing them back to his room to put in the mini-fridge. If he'd left it in the shared fridge they'd be gone by sunset.

When he opened the door to his room, he saw Hiyoshi sitting on their bed and his heart clenched again. He redirected his eyes and walked in to kick off his shoes and start toward the fridge. Was it too late to run?

Hiyoshi’s head shot up when he heard the door open and Akaya walked in. It felt like he’d been waiting an eternity, but now that he was actually here, he had no idea what he should do. Yell? Hold him? Tell him how angry he was? Tell him he loved him? As Akaya walked over to the fridge completely ignoring him, his heart clenched painfully in his chest, “Akaya…”

"...Sorry..." he mumbled and put his sweets away, "I shouldn't have left my phone here," he said before righting himself and grabbing out a soda to drink. He opened it and moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, but gave Hiyoshi some space. He wanted his boyfriend to say 'Happy birthday!' or 'sorry for forgetting, what can I do to make it up to you' but instead all he got was silence and his muttered name, wonderful.

The brat didn’t sound sorry at all and he wasn’t even apologizing for the right problem. The emotional weakness Hiyoshi had just been feeling was swept away, bringing the anger back to the forefront. “Is that all you’re going to apologize for?” He bowed his head so he wouldn’t have to look right at him and his voice was low, trying to hide how angry he really was. “Is that all you’re going to apologize for? Leaving your fucking cell phone?” He could care less about the phone, Akaya was almost impossible to get a hold of that way anyway. He wanted Akaya to apologize for leaving, for making him worry, for making him feel like this.

"What about you?" Akaya snapped, immediately getting defensive. He'd never taken to being cornered well, "Don't you have anything to apologize for? Anything to say to me?"

Jumping to his feet, Hiyoshi had to force himself not to walk straight up to Akaya and shake him. “What else do I have to say? How many times do I have to apologize to you for not telling you about Natsumi? How many times do I have to bare my soul to you and tell you I love you? Do you want me to beg? Do you want me to get down on my fucking knees and beg for your forgiveness? Well it’s not going to fucking happen! Not even for you!” He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t take this and he refused to let his temper get the better of him and do something he would regret. He furiously marched over to his closet to pull out an overnight bag and started untidily tossing things into it.

"That's not---" Akaya stared at what Hiyoshi was doing and clenched his hand into a fist on the bed, the other nearly crushing the can he was holding until he put it on the nightstand. "That's not even what I was talking about..." he mumbled and hung his head, tears already running down his face from Hiyoshi yelling, "I wasn't talking about the Saitou-chan thing at all..."

Hiyoshi had been holding his anger in for way too long, it was pouring out in waves and he couldn’t stop it. Akaya’s words only managed to enflame him even more. He whirled around and despite the tears on Akaya’s face continued vehemently with real rage burning in his eyes. “Great. So what else have I done then that I need to apologize for? What other terrible thing have I done that made you leave me without saying a word? Making me worry like a damn mother for hours only to find you passed out. I must be a pretty shitty person let alone boyfriend if you have to drink yourself out cold two days in a row to avoid talking to me. Please, tell me.”

Akaya didn't even want to argue anymore, instead he just rubbed at his eyes and sobbed quietly, "I-it's the 25th of September..." How could his boyfriend not know? He was sure he'd told him before. Did he just not care?

“Yes, …and?” What the hell did today’s date have to do with anything? Was this some kind of trick to get him to calm down? It wasn’t working.

"It's my birthday..." the sobbing demon murmured and pulled his knees up to his chest to curl into a little ball.

Hiyoshi barely caught the words, but when he did, everything in him froze. After a moment, his eyes widened and he turned around so he wasn’t facing Akaya any more. He knocked his head a couple times against the closet door in anger, whether at himself or Akaya, he didn’t know. “Why… why didn’t you tell me?”

"I... I've told you before... I thought you knew..." he mumbled, clutching tightly at his legs.

“No… you haven’t.” Damn it… This wasn’t his fault. He had no idea… “I wouldn’t… forget something like that. I wouldn’t… You thought I forgot.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. An ugly sentence, laced with resentment and misery.

"Yeah..." he murmured again and looked up at Hiyoshi with watery red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks, "I wanted us to go have fun today and just forget about the stupid what's-her-name stuff."

Hiyoshi turned around to face him again. He couldn’t stand Akaya’s tears, they tore him up inside and made him yearn for the smile that always made him return it. But his brain wasn’t able to bypass the subject. “You honestly think I would forget your birthday if I knew when it was? You left me, made me feel… made me think…” He didn’t want to finish that. He started to move forward, finally feeling calm enough to come closer to Akaya, but a small wave of dizziness overtook him and he stumbled slightly, so leaned back against the closet instead. He didn’t want Akaya to see how weak and messed up he was.

Akaya’s eyes went wide as Hiyoshi stumbled and he quickly got up to touch his boyfriend’s cheek, "Oi---a-are you alright?"

The touch to his cheek made him close his eyes and automatically lean into it. He couldn’t help it. Akaya’s touch, no matter how upset he was, always made him feel warm and broke down his barriers. “I’m mad at you…”

"I know..." Akaya finally smiled a little and kissed him gently. "I'm sorry, Wakashi... I'm so sorry..." he murmured and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend before burying his face against his shoulder.

Hiyoshi’s arms dangled at his sides, too stubborn to hold Akaya back when he was this wound up, but he turned his head and buried into black curls. He could feel Akaya’s tears soaking through his shirt and sighed. “Why did you leave without saying anything?” It was one of the worst things Akaya could have done. He couldn’t stand being left, being avoided like that. Akaya knew about his insecurities better than anyone, he should have known that.

"I just... got frustrated... and then people wanted to take me out for drinks and I wanted to call you but I didn't have my phone--and..." He held him tightly, "I'm sorry, Wakashi…"

At that moment Hiyoshi realized that no amount of explanation was going to make him feel better right now. He just needed to decide what he was going to do. Slowly, his arms came up to hold Akaya back loosely, and he kissed the side of his head. “Happy Birthday, brat. I’m sorry I haven’t made the day very memorable.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I love you.”

Akaya started sobbing against his shoulder and gripped at Hiyoshi tightly, feeling horrible and like one of the worst people on the planet. "I love you too... I'm so sorry..."

God, he hated it when his brat cried. Bringing a hand up to Akaya’s hair, he combed through it in that familiar way for a moment before gently pulling him back and making him look at him. His other hand cupped Akaya’s cheek and wiped his tears with his thumb. “Please stop crying… I can’t stand seeing you cry.”

"I…" he sniffed "I can't...” he murmured and looked at Hiyoshi through the tears. “J-just hold me..." he mumbled, "Please... I'll stop soon..." he whispered and kept his hands latched onto Hiyoshi’s shirt, "I'm sorry for being stupid."

No request had ever been so completely wanted. Hiyoshi pulled Akaya back against him, tucking him into his arms as best he could. “I guess we’re both pretty good at that,” he whispered back, the weight of his boyfriend in his arms both comforting and relieving. He was still upset, but was resolved to once again push everything to the back of his mind. It was a good thing he was still leaning against the closet; otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to support Akaya’s weight right then.

After a couple minutes, Akaya finally got a hold of himself. All of the frustration and irritation he'd built up over the past week was finally out and he took a deep breath. "You haven't eaten, have you?" He said with a little sigh and pulled back just enough to wipe at his eyes and look at Hiyoshi with a small smile. "Come on, let’s go get food."

Now that Akaya mentioned it, Hiyoshi realized he hadn’t eaten since before they’d gone to the bar day before yesterday. Natsumi may have forced something down at one point but he couldn’t remember. He really didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay here and wallow in self-pity for a while and maybe throw some shuriken at the walls… but it was Akaya’s birthday and he couldn’t make any more mistakes. “Okay…”

Akaya looked at him for a moment then smiled again. "How about we just get delivery instead?" He cupped Hiyoshi’s face then ran his hand down his lover’s chest, "After we can have some of my cake or something."

A hint of a smile pulled at Hiyoshi’s lips for the first time in two days. He felt a little guilty that Akaya must have noticed something and was obviously offering for his sake, but he wasn’t going to refuse. “Thank you… That would be preferred.” He slid from the closet and away from Akaya in order to make his way over to the bed, concentrating on his steps so he wouldn’t show any weakness in his stature. Once he sat down, he added, “Just order whatever you want… or if you have other plans for your Birthday, go ahead. …I’ll be here when you get back.”

"I think a few of us are going out later... but I don't mind staying in if you want me to," Akaya sat down next to him with his cell phone out and leaned against Hiyoshi’s side, "or maybe after a nap and some food you can come out with us."

Going out later generally involved going to a bar, which he had no intention of doing ever again, not after what happened. The mushroom-headed boy had thought that many times before, but after this time he meant it. But he wouldn’t deprive Akaya of it, especially on his birthday. It made him tense for a second when he realized Akaya had told other people about his birthday and even made some plans, but had forgotten to tell him. “I’m not going out.” He said with finality in his voice. “But you should go with your friends.”

Akaya knew that tone and he knew the argument was already lost. He nodded then picked up his cell phone to order a ridiculous amount of Chinese food so he would have breakfast, lunch, and diner for the next few days. "They should be here in about half an hour," he said as soon as he hung up. "You uh… You wanna help me eat some of my gundam head?" He nodded toward the fridge and watched Hiyoshi out of the corner of his eye.

He’d been zoning out while Akaya had placed the order but focused again when he was addressed directly. Gundam Head? “…You’re going to eat a gundam Head?” He raised an eyebrow and looked at his boyfriend like he was crazy, which he was, so there shouldn’t have been any surprise there.

Akaya smiled and pointed to the fridge. "Marui-senpai made me a gundam head out of cake."

That’s right. It was his brat’s birthday. He should have gotten him a present. Shit, he’d really fucked this up, even if it wasn’t completely his fault. Even if he had stopped crying, there were still tear stains on Akaya’s cheeks, but at least some of the puffiness had started to subside. He reached up and slowly slid a hand over Akaya’s cheek again. “You’re such a brat,” the corners of his lips turned up again and he tried to keep the sadness out of his smile. “What do you want me to get you for your birthday?”

Akaya just shook his head and smiled; eyes bright and honest despite the redness around them. "You don't have to get me anything. I already have what I want." While that may have been the cheesiest thing he'd ever said, he meant it, and showed that by leaning in to kiss Hiyoshi slowly.

The anger and stress was finally depleting, only leaving a dull ache of sadness behind, but Akaya’s kiss even pushed that to the back of his mind. Hiyoshi let himself fall entirely into Akaya, every part of his body giving into the other except for his hands which held onto Akaya’s shirt with an iron tight grip. His lips followed his every movement and a small whimper escaped his lips.

Akaya wrapped his arms around Hiyoshi and slowly pulled his boyfriend over to straddle him so he could hold him closer. "I love you..." he murmured quietly against his boyfriend’s lips, his big green eyes fixed on his lover.

Hiyoshi’s eyes were half lidded as he was positioned over his boyfriend, sighing in contentment when their bodies came together even closer. Their shared breath made his heart speed up. “I love you too…” His hands moved to cup Akaya’s face and brought his lips firmly against his again. He hated himself for it, but he needed Akaya to be the one in control right now.

Akaya made a little noise of satisfaction and smiled into the kiss. He could feel Hiyoshi leaning on him emotionally and it didn't bother him at all. He liked being the strong one sometimes. It felt good to be relied on like that.

Becoming a little lightheaded, whether from the kiss or his body’s current state, Hiyoshi was forced to pull away. He instead buried his face into Akaya’s neck, slightly clinging to his love’s mess of hair.

"Hey...." Akaya said quietly and rubbed Hiyoshi’s back, "Why don't you take a nap until the food gets here? I promise I'll be here when you wake up." He kissed Hiyoshi’s shoulder.

“Mm-hmm…” The sleepy martial artist mumbled in agreement, already half asleep on Akaya’s shoulder, and tried to nestle in even closer. Unlike his boyfriend, a good amount of sleep was necessary for him to continue functioning properly, and not getting much sleep the previous night plus all the emotional stress did not help. But he was already quite content where he was and wasn’t going to move of his own volition.

Akaya smiled and pulled down the blankets with one hand before turning and laying Hiyoshi down. "Get some sleep, Wakashi." He kissed him lightly then pulled the blanket over him.

Even half asleep, his hand still shot out to grab Akaya’s wrist. “If you’re not here when I wake up, I’ll nev—kick your ass.” He was about to say he would never forgive him, but he didn’t want to sound that dependent on him. With that, he finally let his fatigue win over and fell into an exhausted sleep.

Akaya smiled and kissed his forehead. "I'll be right here, I swear it," he murmured, then got up to get his DS and started playing one of the games he'd gotten for his birthday. He felt a lot better after having cried so much and his chest felt lighter. He was more positive than he'd been the past week and it was a good feeling. He glanced over at Hiyoshi and smiled a little. "Happy birthday to me," he murmured sing-song-ingly under his breath and turned back to his game.
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