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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 5

Hiyoshi could count on one hand how many times he’d ditched a class; in fact, he didn’t even need the whole hand. This was going to be one of those days. The day had started with his brother and father fighting loud enough for it to echo throughout the whole house, and then continued on with him being late to class and uncharacteristically forgetting an assignment at home. Of course, then Gakuto had to go and open his big annoying mouth and piss him off even further. He really didn’t care about how many girls Oshitari flirted with every day. He really didn’t feel like dealing with the rest of the day.

It was Monday and Hiyoshi was at the tennis park where he usually met with Kirihara on Wednesday’s. They hadn’t planned on meeting today, but for some reason, he’d felt the urge to go there. Gakuto and Oshitari were still displaying their bad taste in jokes trying to figure out who he texted with daily, and even Choutarou was getting nosier as of late. But still, he didn’t want to tell them, or anyone. Hiyoshi’s time with Kirihara at the tennis park had become his valued time away from his father, Hyotei, and life in general. He wasn’t ready yet to let anyone else be apart of it.

Figuring he had nothing better to do, he sent a text to Kirihara.

‘Are you busy?’

Kirihara was currently sleeping on the school roof skipping class when he heard his phone beep. Cracking an eye open, he pulled it out and texted back. ‘No, ditching. Why?’

‘Unless you have a terrible urge to go back to class today, I'm at the tennis park on the west side benches.’

Kirihara smirked. ‘On my way’ He ran down the stairs to leave the building and jumped the school fence to escape detection. After that, he ran all the way to the train station, and then to the tennis park.

Hiyoshi didn’t respond to the text. He leaned back on the bench and closed his eyes. The park was mostly deserted since school was in session, so it was nice and quiet with the sun hot and shining down on him. It felt good to be outside after a bad morning and he let himself zone out while waiting for his friend.

When Kirihara arrived, panting slightly, he smiled and flopped down next to him. “Hi.”

Hiyoshi didn’t bother to open his eyes when he felt the other boy approach. “Hi.”

Kirihara swung his legs back and forth on the bench. “So, skippin class, huh?”

Hiyoshi opened his eyes enough to look at him and roll them. “Obviously.”

“You seem like too good of a boy to do that.” The other boy smirked.

“I usually am. I had a feeling that wouldn't be the case for you.” Which was why, Hiyoshi concluded, he decided to text him.

Kirihara laughed. “Yeah, I was sleepin on the roof.”

“You do that often?”

“Yeah. It's nice up there.”

Hiyoshi chuckled. “Maybe I'll try that...”

“You should, it's a good break from everything.”

Hiyoshi nodded, then leaned back and closed his eyes again, already feeling much better than before; Kirihara watching him with a smile.

After a long moment, Hiyoshi couldn’t help peeking an eye open to look at him and bristled uncomfortably when he realized he was being stared at. “What are you looking at?”

“Nothin.” The medusa boy said with a big grin plastered on his face.
Hiyoshi twitched under his stare and looked away in the opposite direction. “You're annoying.”

“Heh heh, my senpai say that a lot...”

The Hyotei boy didn’t like the idea of having something in common with people from Rikkai. He crossed his arms indignantly, mumbling, “Rikkai people are all annoying...”

Kirihara poked him.
Hiyoshi made an uncouth squawk at the unexpected move and his eyes went wide in surprise. He couldn’t believe the other boy had just done that. He glared and poked him back.

This, of course, led to Kirihara grinning and attacking him with tickles. Not expecting that at all, Hiyoshi immediately started twitching like crazy under his fingers while trying to bat his hands away. “Hey!” He bit his lip, trying to muffle any sounds. “Nn!nn!” he coughed, a small cackle escaped. “NN! Stop that!”

Kirihara only laughed and tickled his sides more, “No way!”

“Stu...pid!” Hiyoshi heaved for breath and cackled a few more times while wriggling some more. He tried to punch him away and nearly fell off the bench.
After another minute, Kirihara finally stopped and just laughed happily; glad the other man could make those faces as well.
Breathing hard, Hiyoshi ungracefully pulled himself the rest of the way back onto the bench again. Flopping down on his back, he looked up to towards the sky with the intent to yell at the annoying Rikkai demon. Instead of seeing the clear blue sky, his eyes landed on Kirihara’s face. It was then he realized his head was in Kirihara’s lap.

Turning beet red, any words the embarrassed boy might have said left him. He punched Kirihara in the leg awkwardly and started to move away; however, Hiyoshi froze in his movements when suddenly he felt the other’s hand in his hair.

Kirihara was grinning down at him and running his hand through his hair as if to fix it. No one had ever touched Hiyoshi like that before that he could remember. Closing his eyes, he forgot to feel embarrassed. Slowly, he relaxed. Even more slowly, his head lowered until it was fully resting on Akaya's thigh.

Kirihara’s eyes softened and kept fixing Hiyoshi’s hair. After a moment, he stopped fixing it and just petted it, liking the way it was so straight and soft, unlike his.

Hiyoshi made a small little “Mm...” sound, feeling very comfortable while that hand played idly over his head. “I had a bad day...” He whispered just loud enough for Kirihara to hear. He hadn’t meant to say it, but he was so relaxed it just kinda slipped out. Now that it was out though, he didn’t really care.

“Want to talk about it?” Kirihara asked quietly.
“No.” He felt rather pathetic for letting himself admit it in the first place. “It doesn't matter.”
“...Is your day getting any better?” Kirihara asked with a smile.
Hiyoshi turned his face to the side, hoping Kirihara wouldn’t see his blush. After a moment, thinking over the question, he turned even more till his nose almost rubbed against Kirihara’s thigh. “Yes...”

He felt a small electric shiver run down his spine when fingers touched and played with the hair at the base of his neck, and his thoughts flew. He wanted to continue feeling Kirihara touch him a little too much. At that thought, he jolted up and backed off of him. “I... um… Thanks for meeting me.” He cleared his throat. “We should probably get back to school soon.” He stood up to leave.

Kirihara blinked and frowned. “Eh--I'm not going back...”

“Why not?” Hiyoshi looked at his watch. “We should both still be able to make it back in time for the last two classes if we leave now.”

“I'm already out, why would I go back?” was said matter of fact, as if Hiyoshi was an idiot for even bringing up the idea.

Hiyoshi figured it was useless to tell him because school was important. Plus, he didn’t want to sound like his father. “Never mind.” He wondered if he should consider not going back as well, though he was torn since he'd never ditched a whole half day before.

“Why do you want to go back so bad?”

“I don't, I just…“ Feel like I should? Need to get away from you? Both? All of the above sounded lame. “Won't your senpai be mad if you ditch the rest of the day?”

“No. I'll go back for practice. Anyway, if I don’t feel like it, Fukubuchou will just give me laps.”

Hiyoshi remembered the days of getting laps and smirked, wondering what the real harm would be. What sounded more appealing? Going back to school and dealing with a bunch of idiots, or hanging out with just one rather amusing idiot? “Fine. I'll stay.”
He was rewarded a grin for his answer and Hiyoshi rolled his eyes and smacked Kirihara upside the head lightly without thinking. He was somewhat surprised by his own forward actions, but quickly shrugged them off. “Uh... Is there anything you want to do?” He had no idea what people normally did when ditching for no good reason.

Kirihara just laughed at the hit and blushed a little. “Wanna go to the arcade or something?”

Hiyoshi remembered the last time they went to the arcade and shrugged. “Sure.”
“Oh! Or we could go somewhere you go a lot!” He sounded genuinely curious to know where he spent his time.

“Somewhere I go?” His eyebrows knotted together in confusion. “I go to the library a lot...” He tried to think of something else.

“Eh?” Kirihara stared at him like he was crazy.
Hiyoshi felt like smacking him again. It was quiet at the library, and better than going home. “If I'm not at the library, I'm usually either here or at one of my family's dojo.”

“Can I see your family's dojo?” Kirihara shined his big starry eyes at him.
“If you really want to.” Hiyoshi shrugged, “We can go to one of the smaller ones. You'll only be able to watch from the side though.”

“That's ok!” Kirihara grinned excitedly like it was a big deal.
Amused by his enthusiasm, Hiyoshi turned to walk out of the park, somehow feeling a little nervous about showing Kirihara one of his dojo. “It's not that exciting. There's one not too far from here, and I don’t think the master there will mind me bringing someone. Have you ever been to a dojo before?”

“Just Sanada-fukubuchou’s. I got hit with sticks there though so I left really fast.” Kirihara followed alongside him, not seeming put off by his warning.

Hiyoshi snorted under his breath. He assumed the big sticks Kirihara was referring to were bokkens. He thought he remembered something about Sanada-san being from a Kendo family. “At my dojo, we throw metal at you and stab you with pointy things and shorter sticks.”
Kirihara’s eyes went huge. “Eh?!”
Hiyoshi just barely stopped himself from laughing. “It's a joke. They'll only do that to me.”
“EH?! So… you're like a ninja!?”

Hiyoshi sweat-dropped. “I guess... Something like that. Some of the weapons we use are used by "ninjas" in movies and games, but it's never very accurate.”

“Really?! So you can use all that stuff?!” The Rikkai boy was practically sparkling with excitement.
“Yeah...” Hiyoshi answered quietly in proud embarrassment, but then quickly amended, “but don't get your hopes up. It's not as exciting as they make it in the movies.”

Kirihara grabbed Hiyoshi’s hand and tugged him, practically running. “Come on! I want to see!”

This time the laugh did escape and Hiyoshi had to pull on Kirihara's hand when he started running in the wrong direction. “This way, idiot.” He led him down another smaller street.

Kirihara’s grin only widened as he let Hiyoshi lead. Not pulling away or seeming to mind when Hiyoshi never let go of his hand.

After only another block, Hiyoshi brought them to a medium sized normal looking house that didn’t look like a dojo at all. Not bothering to knock, they went through the front gates and opened the door. A bell rang as they entered and a middle aged lady came to meet them.

“Hiyoshi-kun! What a nice surprise. We weren't expecting you. Can I help you with something?” The lady asked with an accommodating smile. She eyed the boy whom Hiyoshi was holding hands with, with mild curiosity.

“I’m just showing a...” Hiyoshi thought about it, “…a friend around. I hope we're not disturbing you.” He realized then that he hadn’t let go of Kirihara’s hand and fought off the blush on his cheeks.

“Of course it's no trouble. They're having the children’s lessons right now. I'm sure they will be happy to see you.” The woman smiled kindly at Kirihara who grinned at the lady like an adorable grade-schooler.

Hiyoshi nodded at her words, and then bowed politely before dragging Kirihara with him down the familiar hallway. “My family owns a few dojo outside of the main one at our house. These are run by separate families at their homes.” Hiyoshi explained as he led Kirihara through the house. “Since there is a class going on now, we'll have to be quiet.” He waited for Kirihara to nod in understanding before opening what looked to be a normal door to a bedroom. What was there instead, was a very large room that had obviously been remodeled for classes. Practice mats were spread around and there were a few practice weapons hanging on the wall.

Five children looking to be around five to seven were following the instructions of an older middle-aged man. They were doing basic exercises with short practice staffs. Kirihara watched the kids silently, eyes widening a little to take everything in.
The man in charge looked to see who their company was and, upon seeing Hiyoshi, brought the exercise to a close. “Hiyoshi-kun!” He smiled. “This is a nice surprise.”

Hiyoshi bowed respectfully. “Please don't stop the class on my account, Watanaka-sensei.”

The kids, obviously not caring at all that they were in the middle of class, rushed at Hiyoshi. “Waka-chan!!!”

Kirihara laughed and watched with amusement written all over his face.

Hiyoshi glared up at him in a threatening manner. “Not a word.” He pried the little hands off him and said in a gentle but stern voice. “It's class time now.”

All the kids immediately put on their "oh yeah" expressions and dashed back to the mats in perfect formation. Hiyoshi smiled.

The teacher nodded and continued the class.

After the kids started their practice again, Kirihara leaned closer with a grin and whispered in his ear, “You're good with kids, Waka-chan.”

Hiyoshi glared at the nickname. “Don't call me that.” He really loved the kids and only they were allowed to get away with calling him that.
They watched the kids practice for another fifteen minutes before the class was over and they all bowed. The minute they were done, the kids all ran back over to Hiyoshi and tried pulling him onto the mats while yelling in unison, “MATCH! MATCH! MATCH!” Hiyoshi sweat-dropped and Kirihara grinned, helping the kids push Hiyoshi onto the mats. “MATCH!”

Hiyoshi glared at him. “You're not helping.” He looked at the kids saying “Not today” which earned him a bunch of pouts.

Kirihara joined the group of pouters. “Come on, Hiyoshi. Are you scared you'll get beat?”

The competitor in Hiyoshi flared. “Yeah, right.” He looked determinedly at Watanaka. “Watanaka-sensei, if you would permit?”

The teacher smiled indulgently. “Of course. Please choose your weapon.”
Hiyoshi took off his shoes and bowed before entering onto the mats. He went to the weapon cupboard and took out a practice bo like the kids had just been practicing with. Watanaka also picked up his bo he’d just been teaching with and stood opposite him. The kids and Kirihara all waited on the sidelines with big round sparkly eyes.

They had three short matches, all lasting less than a minute. Hiyoshi won each match, his movements precise and graceful. They were the results of a lifetime of practice. When the matches were over, they bowed to each other, and then to their audience.

Kirihara grinned, practically glowing with excitement like the kids when the two finished. The kids scrambled and jumped up and down, asking for more.

Watanaka laughed. “No, no. I think I've been shown my place well enough already.” He chuckled good humouredly. “You are a great asset to your family.” He patted Hiyoshi’s shoulder.

Hiyoshi’s face stiffened at the compliment but nodded his head. “Thank you.” He turned to the kids, promising he’d come back to visit again soon then put the bo away and said his goodbye's, gesturing for Kirihara to follow him out. Kirihara followed after him, still grinning and looking just like one of the kids.

Once they were back outside and walking away from the house, Hiyoshi turned to Kirihara and asked, “So... were you disappointed?”

Kirihara laughed. “Of course not! That was awesome!”

A bit surprised, the young martial artist chuckled. “Really? I thought you would be since there were no flying thunder attacks.”

“That was so much cooler! Though it would have been really awesome to see you do all those kinda attacks too...”

“Those types of things are impossible, but I suppose I could work on it,” Hiyoshi joked and shook his head.

“Yes! You have to practice really hard!”

Kirihara’s laughter continued and Hiyoshi was very amused, but he was also feeling a little restless. Now that he felt much better, his anxieties about skipping school were catching up to him and he couldn’t help but think that if he left now he could still catch his last class. He looked down at his watch.
Kirihara noticed the look and laughed again. “If you want to go, you can, ya goody-two-shoes.”

Hiyoshi glared. “Shut up! I was just...” he saw a food stand of some kind not too far away. ‘”…thinking it was time to get food.” He crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly and started walking towards the food stand with his head held high.

Kirihara snickered and followed along beside him with his wide evil trademark grin.
Getting closer, Hiyoshi saw the food was actually crepes and was a little embarrassed but didn’t know how to get out of it. “Do you want one?”

Kirihara was still smirking, amused. “Yeah, I like peach ones. What kind do you like?”
“Green tea and red bean.” Hiyoshi wondered if since he was the one who asked, if he was supposed to pay, but figured it didn’t matter. He always paid for Gakuto, so didn’t mind paying now. “Do you want the peach with ice cream or whip cream?”

“Hm... Whip cream sounds good.” The other boy always mooched off of his senpai, Jackal, and had no problems mooching off Hiyoshi too.

Hiyoshi nodded and gave the order, then handed Kirihara his crepe. “Here.”

He took it with a big grin. “Thank you!”
Hiyoshi shrugged. “You're welcome.” then sat down on a nearby bench to eat.

Kirihara sat beside him munching away happily. The close proximity didn’t bother Hiyoshi, though it should have. He supposed it was because he was used to Gakuto’s lack of knowledge in personal boundaries.
After a few minutes, he looked at Kirihara’s already half eaten crepe and chuckled. “Slow down or you're going to get sick.”

“Nah, I'll be fine.”

Hiyoshi looked to Kirihara’s face and had to use a great amount of restraint not to laugh. The entire area around his mouth was smeared with whip cream and he had also somehow managed to get some on his ear and the tip of his nose.

“Um… You got some... on your...” he motioned to his own hair and nose.

Kirihara blinked at him. “Eh?” Then a look of understanding came over him and he licked the area around his mouth in child-like fashion. Chuckling, Hiyoshi pointed again causing Kirihara to cross his eyes to look at the whip cream on his nose.

Rolling his eyes, Hiyoshi took out a nicely folded handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed Kirihara’s nose with it to get the whip cream off. “You also have some...” He mimed towards his ear.

Kirihara didn’t seem to care, instead attacking his crepe again, finishing it off while getting more on his nose.

Hiyoshi twitched. “Are you doing this on purpose?”

“Doing what?”

Hiyoshi didn’t know whether to laugh or be irritated at the whip cream for looking so... cute. He took hold of Kirihara's head and pulled it closer to his. “Hold still.” He gently dabbed the whip cream away, making sure to get all of it, then turned Kirihara’s head to the side to get what was on his ear.

Kirihara blinked, big green eyes looked at Hiyoshi curiously until his face was turned away. As soon as his head was released though, he looked back at him again, not aware of just how close their faces would be.

Their faces close, their eyes met. When he’d pulled Kirihara’s face closer to him, Hiyoshi hadn’t realized how close they had actually become. He gulped nervously and waited for Kirihara to pull away. He didn’t. Kirihara just sat there, a breath away with those big green eyes fixated on him. He forgot to think as he further examined Kirihara’s emerald shaded eyes with his own rather standard brown ones. “I…”

Kirihara, for some reason, didn’t want to pull away. He blinked those big eyes that he got from his father and waited.

Hiyoshi finally took a deep breath and slowly scooted back. “I'm... sorry for doing that without permission.” He looked away, trying to forget that just happened.

Kirihara sat back a little and realized he was blushing. “It's all good... Um... thanks. I'm not a very neat eater.”

Hiyoshi cleared his throat. “Don't you have tennis practice soon?”
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