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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 42

Natsumi was leaving. Hiyoshi wasn’t particularly happy about it since he would miss his friend, but at the same time was relieved. Though he was sad to see her go, hopefully things with Akaya would finally go back to normal now. His boyfriend was currently standing beside him on the sidewalk in front of their dorm as they both saw her off in a taxi to the airport. She had insisted that he didn’t have to go with her though he knew his father would be more than a little angry if he found out.

Natsumi turned towards them while the taxi driver was putting her luggage into the trunk. “Thanks for keeping me entertained while I was here.” She walked over to Hiyoshi and wrapped her arms around him in a friendly goodbye hug, “Sorry it wasn’t exactly planned, but I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen next time.” She leaned in a little closer to his ear and whispered for his ears only, “and sorry for everything else.”

Hiyoshi hugged her back around the waist and squeezed her lightly before releasing her. “You’re welcome back anytime,” he said politely and meaning it. Although he definitely agreed it would be much better if he was given some notice first.

The girl was very happy Wakashi seemed to be feeling better today. He had been so depressed the day before yesterday that it’d worried her, but now it looked as though Kirihara had somehow magically fixed it. She needed to somehow thank him.

“May I speak to you for a moment, Kirihara-san?” She motioned for him to follow her a little ways away from Wakashi. She thought her friend might stop her, but all he did was raise an eyebrow and cross his arms over his chest grumpily. She just gave him a mischievous smile then turned to Kirihara. She couldn’t very well leave without doing something to piss off her favorite childhood friend, could she?

"Oh uh... sure..." Akaya let himself be led over, casting one last glance at Hiyoshi. "What is it?" he asked curiously, looking at the girl who'd caused so much stress and agony for them over the past two weeks.

“I just wanted to say thank you, for taking care of Wakashi I mean. It’s obvious how much he really cares about you.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a small picture book she carried around of her friends and family. “I heard it was your birthday yesterday, so here’s a little present from me. It’s one of the very few that exist so you better take care of it.” So saying, she took out a very small picture of a very small young and innocent looking Hiyoshi Wakashi. In the picture he was around four or five years old, in a martial arts gi, holding a small child’s practice weapon.

Akaya blinked and took the picture before his face turned a light shade of red. "W-wow!!! Thank you Saitou-chan!!" he said happily and opened his wallet to put the picture in it. "I'll take really good care of it! I promise!" He smiled wide at her, looking positively devious.

“Just don’t tell Wakashi about it, or he might murder both of us.” She giggled and rolled her eyes to show that she was joking. “I’m really sorry for all the problems my being here has caused you two. It must have been hard for you having to share his time with his fiancé and ex. Don’t worry, I’m sure Wakashi would never hurt you on purpose.” She gave him a small wink then turned to walk back to the taxi and a nervous looking Wakashi.

"Yeah I won't--" The mop-headed boy started happily and was about to dismiss Natsumi's apology when what she said stopped him dead in his tracks. Ex? She... was his ex? He swallowed hard and his arms fell to his sides as he watched Natsumi go back over to the taxi. Well... fuck.

“What did you say to him?” Hiyoshi asked uncertainly when she came back over. Akaya was still standing where she left him, looking a bit frozen.

Natsumi laughed as she responded. “Don’t worry. He’s probably just thinking about the present I gave him.” She hugged him one last time and winked. “Take care of yourself, okay?” Giving one last final wave to Kirihara-san, she got into the waiting taxi.

Hiyoshi didn’t trust that wink but just sighed and shook his head, watching as the taxi pulled away from the curb and drive off. Once it had turned the corner, he looked over at Akaya and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"She's... your ex?" Akaya said quietly and kept his eyes off of his boyfriend. How many more things did Hiyoshi hide from him? He gripped his wallet tightly, mindful of the picture in it.

“Huh?” Hiyoshi was taken back for a moment, not sure what to say to the sudden question. “Well… I guess she is, but I’ve never really thought of it like that.” Where had that come from? “Why?”

Akaya took a deep breath and smiled. "It's nothing, let's go home," he said and walked over to him. He took his hand and smirked, hiding his frustration and hurt very well, he'd gotten used to it recently. "I gotta show you the present Saitou-chan got me."

“I don’t think I want to know…” The mushroom-headed boy said dubiously, but let Akaya lead him back to their room.

As they walked in, Akaya flipped open his wallet and showed off his new picture with a big grin. "You were so cute, what happened to you?" He stuck his tongue out for a moment then quickly pulled it back in when he remembered what Yanagi-senpai had said about his face freezing like Sanada's.

Hiyoshi’s eye’s bulged out and he made a grab for the picture. “Give me that! I can’t believe she…” he didn’t finish the sentence since he was too busy chasing after Akaya’s wallet.

Akaya kept the picture out of Hiyoshi’s grip with a big grin on his face. "No way, Wakashi. This is mine."

“Technically, it’s mine. She stole that from my house years ago,” Hiyoshi snarled, backing Akaya up until he fell into one of the desk chairs then basically crawled on top of him still trying to get to the picture.

Akaya held the picture as far away from him as possible. "Well finders keepers, Wakashi. And she gave it to me. So, ha!" He put his other hand on Hiyoshi’s hip, not at all minding where his boyfriend was sitting.

Hiyoshi glared at him and almost pouted, almost. “I’m gonna kill her one of these days.” He sulked, finally letting his hand drop. “If you ever show that to anyone, I’ll include you in that, too.”

"You couldn't kill me." Okay, he could kill him, but he wouldn't kill him... right?

“Yes, I could,” the martial artist said seriously and leaned forward with a malicious smirk on his face. “So you better start behaving, brat.”

"You wouldn't though, you love me," the chibi demon said with a little nervous quiver in his voice.

“You’re right.” Hiyoshi hadn’t missed the uneasy sound in Akaya’s voice. He kissed his forehead then trailed his lips down to kiss the tip of his nose. “I doubt I would last long without you anyway.” If Akaya needed more reassurance, he would give it to him.

"Good." Satisfied, Akaya smiled and held Hiyoshi close, kissing him lightly before murmuring, "You're still not getting the picture back." He smirked. He was sooooo going to show the picture to Gakuto.

Hiyoshi sighed, giving up on it for now. He knew where and when the other boy slept. “So is there anything else that Natsumi gave you or said to you I should know about before flying after her to kill her?”

This picture was definitely going to be put in a safe place that locked. Maybe one of the boxes he had that didn't have a key anymore since he could just pick the lock anytime he wanted. "No... I uh... I just didn't know you were exes. What did you uh--what did you guys do together? How long did you date?"

Yup, she hadn’t been gone an hour and he already definitely needed to go kill her. “I wouldn’t even say we were dating… we just…” Hiyoshi sighed. “It was at the beginning of high school when I was trying to come to terms with my feelings for Choutarou and accepting that I might… you know… and do you really want to hear about this?” He gave him a pleading look, desperately hoping Akaya would get the hint and not make him talk about it.

Akaya watched him carefully, the teasing child facade gone and replaced by a look of concerned seriousness. "Yeah, Wakashi, I really do..." He said honestly and watched him with curious green eyes.

Shit. He really didn’t want to talk about this, but he couldn’t very well lie or keep the information his boyfriend seemed to want so much away from him. He wasn’t willing to chance losing him because he was stupid enough to make the same mistake twice. Wearily, he asked, “Why do you want to know so badly? It’s in the past and doesn’t matter anymore.”

"Because I want to know," Akaya said simply and watched Hiyoshi. Part of him needed to know. He needed to know Hiyoshi trusted him enough to tell him important things when it wasn't necessary.

Hiyoshi leaned in to rest his forehead against Akaya’s for a moment, looking him in the eyes, before getting up from his position on Akaya’s lap. “Okay… but don’t think too badly of me afterwards, and after this I don’t want to have to talk about it ever again, understood?” he went to lie down on their bed, patting the open space next to him for his boyfriend to follow.

Akaya got up slowly, progressively getting more worried as he walked over to lie down next to Hiyoshi. What the hell could be so bad that Hiyoshi was this reluctant to talk about it?

Hiyoshi was on his back with hands behind his head staring up at the ceiling as he started talking in a resigned tone. “I was basically in denial over my feelings for Choutarou. I didn’t want to be… like that and thought maybe if I just gave girls a chance then maybe… shit. It sounds really stupid when you say it like that…” This was hard. He wasn’t used to talking about his past with people. Especially situations he was embarrassed about and had tried for years to block out.

Akaya lay on his side and watched Hiyoshi carefully, soaking up the story like a child being told a bed time story, having decided to not comment until Hiyoshi was done talking.

“My family and Natsumi’s have been good friends for a long time. After they moved to Singapore our families still kept in close contact. The summer after my freshmen year in high school, I wanted to get away for a little while and ended up staying with them for almost two months. Natsumi and I had always been friends, but… I guess you could say I was desperate and confused and she was just curious. We were comfortable with each other, which is rare for me.” It was very rare actually. There were very few people whom he could stand in his private space. “You could say we dated, but all we did was hang out like usual with the addition of her forcing me to hold her hand whenever she felt like it.” He smiled a little fondly as he got a bit caught up in those memories, not all of them having been so bad.

“One night we were left alone in the house. We hadn’t planned on anything happening. Hell, we never even kissed, but we were young, curious, stupid, …and probably both nervous. One thing led to another...” Damn this was uncomfortable. “It was very awkward and we were lucky we didn’t get caught or anything worse happened…” He didn’t think he needed to say that it didn’t go over well nor had they talked much about the repercussions. “…If we had, we’d already be married.” He chuckled humorlessly at the thought. “I think I hurt her. Neither of us knew what we were doing, but neither of us said anything. It was just…” he didn’t know what to say. He would always feel guilty about what happened. “Anyway, after that night things were really awkward between us and I came back to Japan even more upset and depressed than before. End of story.”

Akaya was speechless. Not only had they dated before, but they'd slept together? He thought he was the first. He didn't know what to think anymore and he just closed his eyes and tried to keep himself from saying anything he didn't mean or storming out even though everything in him was telling him to. He rolled over and opened his eyes to stare at the wall, trying to make it burst into flames with his glare alone.

Akaya turning away from him made all the worries he’d harbored but had tried to push away come back to the forefront. What did he think of him now? This was why he didn’t tell him these things. Back when they had first slept together, he had accidentally hinted about this and knew he would probably tell him about it eventually, but now he wished he hadn’t. “…what are you thinking?”

Akaya rolled back over and wrapped his arms around Hiyoshi, hiding his face against him. "Just... wishing you'd told me sooner... ya know?" he mumbled and let out a quiet sigh. Hiyoshi’s smell always had a way of calming him down.

Hiyoshi held him back tightly against him. “I honestly didn’t think it was worth telling. It’s something I regret and wish I could forget,” which was basically what him a Natsumi had both tried to do. “You once told me that all the other people you’ve slept with didn’t matter… What Natsumi and I did… was entirely for all the wrong reasons. As far as I’m concerned, you’re the only person I’ve ever made love to.” He had never called it that before, but when it came to Akaya, that’s what it was to him. He could only hope that Akaya wouldn’t look down on him now for a stupid mistake he’d made years ago, though a small bitter voice nagged at him that the other boy had no right to talk if he did.

Akaya smiled a little and kissed him warmly. His lover was right, the past didn't matter. If that was what Hiyoshi thought then who was he to complain? "I love you, Wakashi..." he purred against the other’s lips and held onto him tightly.

“I love you, too. Don’t you dare ever think that I don’t.” Burying a hand in his tangled webs of hair, Hiyoshi closed his eyes and softly moved his lips over Akaya’s, letting himself indulge. He closed his eyes contentedly, breathing in Akaya’s scent and letting the intoxicating taste of his lips and the heat of his breath take over all his senses so he could block out everything else.

The familiar kiss eased out the tension of the past couple weeks and suddenly everything with Natsumi didn't seem so important anymore. Hiyoshi was his; he'd always be his, no matter how frustrating his mushroom was. He loved him and that would never change.
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