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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 48

The plan was to fly to Singapore Christmas Eve morning and be back late the following evening. If Akaya had been sad about him leaving, he'd done a very good job of hiding it. At first Hiyoshi had thought his boyfriend just accepted it, but something about the way he'd said goodbye left a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. The well seasoned flyer had never minded traveling, had flown for many hours on multiple occasions, but nevertheless his stomach had been in knots since the moment the plane took off. The flight was seven and a half miserable hours long.

The moment the plane touched ground and he could use his cell phone, he'd given Akaya's a call. The fact that it'd gone straight to voice mail wasn't anything out of the usual. Akaya constantly forgot to charge his phone, but still…

Knowing he was probably being ridiculous, he'd forced himself to set his worries aside and met Natsumi at the pick up area. He couldn’t remember her ever being so angry with him before, in public anyway. The moment she saw him, she'd let him have it.

"What the hell are you thinking?! Leaving your boyfriend alone! I can just imagine poor Kirihara-san all alone on Christmas… I thought you'd grown a heart somehow over the last year! You are turning around right now mister and…" blah blah blah blah… He got the point. He'd been an idiot and he knew it, but Akaya was probably with his family right now so it was fine... right?

He abruptly covered Natsumi's mouth to stop her shrieking as he whipped out his phone again to call Akaya's mother.

"Akaya? What do you mean, sweetie? Isn't he with you?" Akaya's mother said as she washed a few dishes and watched her husband make an idiot of himself in the living room, dancing and singing to some old American movie, a gentle smile on her lips.

Hiyoshi's eyes widened and his fists clenched. "Never mind," he bit out. "Thank you for your time. I'll take care of it. Merry Christmas, Momma." Shit.

The older woman smiled. "Merry Christmas, Wakashi," she said sweetly and hung up to tease her husband for his singing skills, a little worried about her boys, but knowing they'd sort it out.

Natsumi looked caught between giving him a knowing look and laughing at him. He wanted to throttle her. The minute he was off the phone, he walked towards the ticket counter, cursing Akaya's name under his breath while at the same time praying there were seats still available to get back home.

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When Hiyoshi left, Akaya had immediately gone to his senpai for comfort. Having not found most of his more compassionate senpai, he finally turned to the only person he knew would be there no matter what.

Almost every room was empty, everyone having gone home for the holidays or out with their loved ones, except one. Sanada sat with his kohai at his side, the smaller form crying and all around looking like a train wreck. Sanada had one hand on Akaya's head and was glad his lover had gone out for a while to get away from the seaweed headed baby.

Sanada was not thrilled to see his distraught kohai on Christmas but of course let him in. He tried his best to comfort him, his eye twitching in irritation most of the time because today was his day dedicated to his lover that he barely ever saw. His eyes continually flicked to the clock as Akaya whined on about Hiyoshi's latest offense and frowned, they needed to leave soon to make their dinner plans.

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It had taken a lot more effort than Hiyoshi would have liked to get back. He'd had to pull a few strings and drop a few names that he would have really rather not and had to buy a first class ticket to get back since everything else was full. By the time he finally made it back on campus it was already past dark. Akaya still wasn't answering his phone, and when he got back to their room to find him not there he almost pushed over his book case in anger and frustration.

It was Christmas Eve and the last thing he wanted to do was barge in on people in their rooms that wanted privacy, but… damn it! Akaya was such a fucking pain in the ass. Rushing out of the room again, he started towards all the rooms of people Akaya might have gone to.

Finally he went to the last place he wanted to look, but in all reality he should have checked there first. Akaya's senpai were whom he would have gone to, but if Akaya wasn't with them… he didn't want to think about what they would do to him. He hated these ridiculous unreasonable Rikkai people.

Figuring Sanada-san would be the easiest since they already had a kinda sorta understanding, he went to his room first. Though he was sure he could take the older Kendo artist in a regular fight, he knocked tentatively on the door praying to whatever Christmas deity/spirit/whatever that the older man wouldn't attempt murder… or demand laps.

The knock on the door made Sanada's ears perk up in hope. "Come in," he said with a tired sounding voice, praying to whatever Christmas deity there was that the person at the door was Hiyoshi. If it wasn't, the person better run for the hills because he was going to throw Akaya at them.

Opening the door, bracing for the inevitable, Hiyoshi quietly let himself in while asking, "Sorry to disturb you Sanada-san, have you see—"

It was a Christmas miracle! As soon as Sanada saw Hiyoshi, he threw Akaya over his shoulder and was on his feet. He walked up to the other man, looking pissed off and cranky and before

Hiyoshi could even finish his sentence he'd dropped Akaya into Hiyoshi's arms. "I don't care what the hell happened, I don't give a shit what your excuse is, take him and get the hell out," he snapped and brushed past Hiyoshi on his way out to find his lover.

Not entirely prepared for Akaya's heavy form to be literally dropped on top of him, Hiyoshi stumbled back against the wall and tried not to drop him. "Thank you," he said with barely contained sarcasm to Sanada's retreating back before sighing and focusing on the crying brat in his arms.

Akaya blinked in surprise at being picked up so abruptly and started crying about how he was now hallucinating and hearing Hiyoshi's voice. When he found himself in familiar arms though his crying stopped and he just stared at his lover. "Wakashi?"

"You're a pain in the ass and an idiot, you know that?" The pissed off martial artist stated crossly and glared tiredly at him.

"You're really here?" Akaya said with a surprised wibble in his voice. "Y-you're supposed to be in Singapore..." He clung to his boyfriend tightly and nuzzled his face against his shoulder. "Idiot..."

Hiyoshi set his boyfriend more securely on his feet and continued to glare at him angrily. "Of course I'm here! And I guess I am a fucking idiot! After I called your mother who said you weren't there, Natsumi kicked me out of the country. I did something I swore I would never do and spent a fortune in order to get back here, so you damn well better stop crying and be happy!" If Atobe ever found out he used his name as a connection, his smug ex-buchou would never let him hear the end of it.

Akaya stared at Hiyoshi and blinked a couple times, taking in everything he just heard. "You... did all that... for me?" He made a mental note to thank Natsumi. "Wakashi..." he wibbled again and clung to his boyfriend with renewed vigor.

Hiyoshi fell back against the wall as once again all of Akaya's weight landed on him. Damn it, he was too tired for this. One hand smacked against his forehead in exasperation while the other ran up Akaya's back in an attempt to sooth him. "Come on, brat. Let's go home."

Akaya nodded, but made no attempt to move away from Hiyoshi or start toward the door. For all he cared, they could stand right there all night. He had Hiyoshi and that was enough.

If they stayed here and Sanada found them, the older kendo master would kill him. "Did you already eat?" He really didn't want to have to push the brat off him but didn't want to carry him all the way back to their room either, though he supposed he was used to it.

Akaya shook his head and leaned back a little to look at Hiyoshi. "No… Fukubuchou said if I'm hungry to get the hell out and get something to eat far away from him," he mumbled and smiled just a little.

Hiyoshi shook his head, wondering why Sanada was who Akaya would choose to go to for support. …Support he wouldn't had needed if Akaya had just been honest with him in the first place. "We can get some KFC to go or something." The line would be atrocious but that was where common people went for Christmas dinner, or so he'd been told.

Akaya smiled a bit more and laughed quietly. "KFC sounds good," he said and rubbed at his red eyes a bit.

"Let's go then." He pulled Akaya's hand away from his eyes since rubbing them would just make them worse. He already was going to feel self conscious walking around outside on Christmas Eve with his boyfriend. Him looking like he'd been crying his eyes out for the last couple hours wasn't going to help.

Lacing his fingers with Hiyoshi's, Akaya was just glad the other was there and happy to be getting KFC. He'd never seen his boyfriend eat something as 'commoner-like' as that for a holiday and it was something he couldn't help but find amusing.

As expected, the line was insanely long, but at least it moved fast and the building was right outside of campus so they didn't have to go far. Still, it took almost an hour to buy their food and get back to their room. It wasn't much a of a Christmas dinner in Hiyoshi's opinion; a few pieces of fried chicken, french fries, and a couple of biscuits, but Akaya looked happy and that's all that really mattered.

Upon entering, Hiyoshi noticed the room lights had been turned off, but the Christmas lights were still on, casting the entire room in a very colorful glow. There were so many of them, it wasn't even worth turning the lights on.

Akaya already had a piece of chicken hanging out of his mouth by the time they got to their room and was grinning around it. The stress and sadness of earlier long gone and replaced with grease and Wakashi induced happiness.

Too tired to go back out and get real plates from the communal kitcen, they settled on the bed and ate right out of the box. Hiyoshi's head tiredly sunk down onto Akaya's shoulder as he snacked on french fries. Every once in a while he could hear laughing and partying going on from somewhere, but was more than content right where he was. Usually the outside sounds of rowdy neighbors and party goers would have annoyed him, but somehow right then the far off sounds and Christmas music added to the atmosphere of their quiet brightly lit Christmas dinner.

Akaya munched happily, content just to have Hiyoshi there, even if they weren't doing anything but sitting and eating. He rested his head against Hiyoshi's and just listened to all the sounds, taking in the Christmas joy from afar.

A small slice of raspberry Christmas cake had come with their dinner. Once all the chicken and fries had been consumed, Hiyoshi picked up the white frosted confection and held it up to Akaya's lips. Akaya opened his mouth and took a bite of the treat with a small grin, quite happy to be fed sugar.

Hiyoshi smiled softly then bought it to his own mouth to try himself. It was better than he thought, but he wasn't a fan of overly sweet things. He lifted it back up to Akaya to take if he wanted.

Akaya took the whole thing into his mouth happily, having no restraint when it came to things he liked. He swallowed it down then wrapped himself around Hiyoshi, determined to not let the other boy more than a couple inches from him for the rest of the night.

Hiyoshi laughed at his boyfriend’s predictable actions and let himself be wrapped up in his arms, enjoying the moment. After a few minutes though he started falling asleep and decided he needed to get up. He tried to move out of Akaya's arms, but found himself quite trapped in the stubborn brat's embrace. "C'mon brat, let go."

"Nope," He chimed and just held Hiyoshi close stubbornly.

Rolling his eyes, he tried to pry Akaya's arms off him, but his brat was clinging like a leech. Turning and raising his head, he kissed Akaya's forehead. "I want to take a shower."

"Okay," Akaya conceded, moving so they could both stand up. "Let's take a shower!"

That hadn't been what Hiyoshi had in mind but knew it was useless to say so. He started taking his clothes off, but it took longer than usual since Akaya still refused to step away from him. Once his shirt, pants, and boxers were off, he flung them into the laundry hamper. It had been a very long day of travel and they'd just had a very greasy dinner. Being clean and lying comfortably in bed with Akaya for a little while before sleep sounded perfect.

Akaya stripped down as well, but didn't throw his clothes in the hamper. He just left them where they fell, not particularly caring. It was Christmas. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. He stayed close to Hiyoshi as they went into the bathroom and he started the shower.

The hot water felt wonderful on his cold skin and Hiyoshi closed his eyes under the spray, willing his muscles to relax after a long day. He heard Akaya enter behind him and felt him moving around bringing a small smile to his lips. Maybe a shower with the brat had been a good idea after all. Truth be told, he wasn't in any hurry to be separated again from him either.

Pressing up against Hiyoshi's back, Akaya hugged him close. "Mm... You're warm..." he purred happily and just snuggled there, not terribly worried about getting clean because he was too comfortable.

Hiyoshi leaned into those strong arms, happy where he was and glad he wasn't Singapore. Reaching for the shampoo, he turned in Akaya's arms to slowly massage and kneed it through the head of hair he was almost more familiar with than his own.

Akaya closed his eyes and let the other wash his hair, a smile on his face. He got some shampoo in his hand as well and started washing Hiyoshi's hair as soon as the other was done with his.

For the younger but more mature boy, it seemed almost natural now to take care of Akaya. The times like this when Akaya returned the attentions when at one point were embarrassing were now starting to become ones he enjoyed immensely.

"Akaya," he said in a soft but serious voice with closed eyes. "If you ever lie to me again… Tell me you're okay with something you're not… I'll kill you."

The chastised brat ran his fingers through Hiyoshi's hair, soaping it up properly before letting him go into the water so he could rinse all the shampoo out. It was always amusing to him to see Hiyoshi's hair when it was wet. It never really looked any different, unlike his which looked completely different. "Yeah... I know..." he said quietly and watched his boyfriend with gentle eyes.

"Good." After the shampoo was rinsed out, Hiyoshi took the soap sponge and handed it to Akaya. "Finish washing up so we can get out and go to bed." He had meant to say it in a harsher tone, but it came out as more of an affectionate command.

Akaya nodded and smiled before starting to clean himself off quickly so they could go to bed. Curling up with his lover sounded like heaven right then and who was he to delay that?

Once they were out, Hiyoshi made sure Akaya thoroughly dried his hair before letting him near the bed. Noticing Akaya's clothes on the floor, he went to pick them up and put them in the laundry hamper as well.

All clean and ready for bed, the bratty demon walked around the room naked, too lazy to find something to wear as he dried his hair and watched his slightly obsessive compulsive boyfriend.

Hiyoshi put on a pair of plain faded yellow boxer shorts and when Akaya's hair looked dry enough, held out his hand to receive the towel, knowing Akaya would just throw it on the floor.

Akaya handed the towel to his boyfriend with a grin and looked over his boyfriend’s boxers with an amused smirk, snickering mentally.

After hanging the towel up, Hiyoshi collapsed tiredly on the bed, looking up at his snickering brat with a weary raised eyebrow. "What's so amusing?"

"Your boxers... I like the color." He grinned and snuggled up to his lover's side. "You look good in yellow..."

Hiyoshi stopped mid-yawn abruptly, getting it. He grimaced, thinking he'd have to throw them out first thing in the morning. For now though, he just returned Akaya's embrace, lying on his stomach with his head on Akaya's warm shoulder. "Nn… Merry Christmas, brat."
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