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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 6

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

“Yeah, but... I think I'll skip it today.” Kirihara stretched out and smiled a little.
“I thought your fukubuchou would give you laps?” Really, Hiyoshi wanted to leave, but at the same time, he didn’t. It was very confusing.

“He will. Do… do you want me to leave?” He looked over at him.

“I didn't say that.” Hiyoshi crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “I just don't don’t want the blame to fall on me if you get in trouble… I don't mind your company.”
Kirihara grinned. “It's not a big deal.”
“Fine. Let's go then.” Hiyoshi started walked again, not sure where he was going, but knowing he didn't want to stay there. “You coming?”

“Where we goin?” Kirihara got up and trotted along after him.

“I don't know.” He just kept walking while Kirihara shrugged behind him and followed. He had no idea where he is going but kept on walking anyway since he didn’t know what else to do. “Did all your senpai continue on to play in high school?”

“Yeah, we still have the same team, it's awesome. Everyone has gotten so strong now.”

“Nn.” He didn’t have anything to say to that and didn’t really care either, but had no idea what else to talk about, still feeling a little awkward.

“What about you guys... Hyotei?”

“Most stayed. Some didn't.” ‘Great conversationalist you are Hiyoshi’ he berated himself. “Haven't you had a game against them yet?”

Kirihara shrugged. “Not yet. We play 'em next week. Though Atobe-san has come over a few times and challenged fukubuchou.”

Hiyoshi wondered a bit at that but he’d been out of the loop for a long time. “When is it?”

“On uh, Wednesday at six, I think. It's at Hyotei.” He looked over at him. “You gonna come?”
Hiyoshi thought about it. “Maybe. I haven't felt like going to a game since I was forbidden to play.” Gakuto usually didn’t talk about it either. Probably, it was his own way of attempting to be nice. “I'll think about it.”

Kirihara smiled a bit. “It may be good for you to watch again. See how strong we've gotten. I'm going to be playing singles three.”

“I suppose it would be nice watching Choutarou play again... and Gakuto is always interesting. I'll have to find out if he's even playing.”
“Yeah, it will be a good match. Our matches against Hyotei always are.”

“Heh, I wonder if you'll still feel that way after they beat you.” Hiyoshi smirked, feeling a little bit of the old school rivalry kick in.

Kirihara snorted. “Yeah right. We're invincible.”
Hiyoshi rolled his eyes. “Sure you are. It wouldn't be the first time Rikkai lost a match to Hyotei.” He grinned, referring to their last year in middle school in the prelims.
“Hey! Shuddup, that doesn’t count!”

Hiyoshi raised an amused eyebrow. “No? How so?”
“My senpai-tachi weren't around.” He nodded. “When they're with me, we won’t lose to anyone.”
Hiyoshi was almost tempted to bring up second year... almost, but he had his own issues with that. “I guess you'll have to prove it.”

“Oh, I will. You better be there to watch me prove it.”

Hiyoshi hesitated, but then deflated, consenting. “Deal.” Kirihara grinned at him and Hiyoshi smirked, “but since I'm no longer on the team, what do I get if you lose?”

“I'll do whatever you want for a day.” Kirihara proclaimed with full confidence.

Hiyoshi raised an amused eyebrow. “You have a lot of faith in your team. Okay, I accept the terms.”

“Of course I do! We're the best!” He was almost hopping in place in his excitement.
Hiyoshi laughed. “In that case, I will grant you the same courtesy. If you win your match, I will do what you want for a day.” He was almost certain either Oshitari or Kabaji would play singles three. The brat didn’t stand a chance.

Kirihara smirked. “Deal.”
Though, Hiyoshi was a little wary of that smirk.

They walked on for a ways more, taunting each other with what they would do when they won and making fun of their teammates (or ex-teammates). Loosing track of time, it was a while before they looked around and realized the area had become less and less populated and now they were in an older housing track.

“Huh. Never been here before...” Kirihara said, taking Hiyoshi’s hand and walking through the area, looking around curiously.

Hiyoshi wondered why Kirihara took his hand again and blushed. “It's just an old residential area. Let's start walking back or look for a bus stop. It's going to start getting darker in an hour or two.” He took out his phone to use the GPS system and cursed. “Shit. The battery died.”

“What are you so worried about? Let's check it out. We might find some cool stuff here.”

Hiyoshi grumbled. “..'m not worried...” He put his phone away and followed Kirihara who was still holding his hand while looking around at everything curiously, occasionally stopping to stare at one of the old houses.

“The houses are rather small.” They looked a little run down too, but it didn’t seem like a bad area. “Maybe they have some shops on the other side of that bridge.” Hiyoshi pointed to a small stone bridge not far off.

“Let's go check it out.” Kirihara said, tugging Hiyoshi along.
They crossed the bridge and saw a few little shops in the area with regular trinket stores and a small market. They all looked to be individually owned local shops.

“Cool!!!” Kirihara cried, pulling him around to some of the shops, looking at everything with way too much enthusiasm.

“I didn't know this was out here. We must have walked farther than I thought...” Hiyoshi took his time, appreciating the older feel of the area and chuckled a few times at Akaya's excitement. There was nothing he was really interested in buying, but he was enjoying himself nonetheless. Seeing an old couple looking at them strangely, he quickly pulled his hand away from Kirihara's.
Kirihara blinked as Hiyoshi pulled his hand away, but not a second later was already distracted. Leaving Hiyoshi’s side, he picked two small objects up with an animated smile and waved them at him. “Nee, Hiyoshi! Let's get these!”

Once Kirihara stopped waving them around like a lunatic, Hiyoshi saw they were two matching phone straps that had tennis balls hanging from them and a bear sitting on each one--one yellow and one blue. Hiyoshi looked at him like he was crazy. “Why should we?”

“Aren't they cool? They're perfect for us!” He was all smiles.
Hiyoshi looked doubtfully at the phone straps then back at Kirihara-san's hopeful face and sighed. “The chipmunk is never going to let me hear the end of this...” he grumbled out. Taking the blue one, he headed towards the register.

Quickly swiping the blue one back from him, Kirihara ran ahead of him to the register and started to pay. Hiyoshi rushed after him. “I can pay for my own.” The idea of someone buying something for him was embarrassing.
“I know.” Kirihara said but still paid for them himself, grinning happily.

Too late to do anything about it now without making a scene, Hiyoshi glared at him as they walked away from the store. “That really wasn't necessary...”

“I know.” He offered the strap to Hiyoshi with a smile.
Hiyoshi took it with a grudging "thank you" and put it in his pocket. “Do you want to look around more or go back? We should at least make sure when the last bus is before it gets dark.”

Kirihara put his new strap on his phone as they walked; that big grin still on his face. Hiyoshi wondered if he knew how to have a normal expression that wasn’t over exaggerated.
“Did you hear me?”

Kirihara blinked and looked away from his strap. “What?”

Hiyoshi sighed half annoyed, half amused. “Never mind. I'll be right back. Don't move.” He backtracked into the store for a minute.

Kirihara remained standing there as told and looked around. He caught an older woman staring at him and waved animatedly with a big childlike grin.
“The bus station is back on the other side of the bridge at the edge of the town. We should get going now since we don't know when the last train leaves or how long it will take to get back. It's also starting to get dark.” Hiyoshi supplied, walking back up to him.

Wearing a carefree smile, Kirihara replied, “Don't worry so much. The people here seem nice enough. If we can't get back, I'm sure we can find somewhere to crash for the night. And if all else fails, we can take a taxi.”

“I do not "crash" at other people's houses I am not familiar with, and a taxi would be very expensive.” Hiyoshi responded practically, not liking how Kirihara was so lighthearted about getting stuck there.

“Why not? It's fun! You learn a lot about people. You scared they’re gonna beat you up or something?” He teased since all the people they’d seen so far were older.
“Of course not!” Hiyoshi flared, feeling defensive. “I am more than capable of taking care of myself as you saw earlier at MY dojo. You just can't tell what kind of people these are just by looking at them... Not to mention, it’s rude to infringe on other people's private lives unnecessarily.” His pace picked up towards the bus stop, feeling frustrated.

Kirihara quickly caught up and took his hand again, giving it a little tug to slow him down. “Hiyoshi, relax... I was just teasing you. I wasn't trying to make you mad...”

Hiyoshi slowed to a stop. He didn’t react well when someone attacked his pride as a fighter, especially now that he no longer played tennis. “I'm not mad. We can stay longer if you want.” He didn’t want to, but he didn’t want to seem like such an uptight boring guy either. Even if that’s what he was.
“Let's just... not rush, alright? There's always a way home. And, if nothing else, my dad can come pick us up and you can crash at my place tonight.”
“Sorry. I suppose I'm not... used to this.” Hiyoshi forced himself to say.

“Used to what?” Kirihara asked curiously.
Hiyoshi thought it should be obvious, but… “Being in an unfamiliar setting. Having to rely on someone else since my communication device is out of service.” He hated not being able to call someone to pick him up if need be and he noticed that none of those stores back there took credit card.
“You're not relying on someone else. You just gotta rely on yourself. Everything will be fine. You can defend yourself, so nothing bad will happen.” Kirihara spoke as if everything he was saying should be obvious, too.
Hiyoshi looked back at him, half wondering if he was still teasing him. That didn’t seem to be the case though. A small smile slowly appeared. “You're right.”

Kirihara just smiled back at him.

He cleared his throat, liking the way Kirihara was smiling at him. “Let's go back to the...” He stopped when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. They had stopped right at the entrance to the bridge. Many little fish could be seen swimming around in the stream running under it.

Kirihara followed his gaze down to the fish. “Woah, look at em all!” He grinned and tugged at Hiyoshi’s hand. “Let's go down and look.” He pulled him down under the bridge to get a closer look. Going to the edge of the water, he peered in to look at the fish up close.

Hiyoshi knelt down beside him and watched the fish swimming fast down the stream. “Look, a turtle.” He pointed.

“Really?” Kirihara followed his point and grinned. “Wow!!”

Hiyoshi watched him, amused, but noticed it was getting harder to see since it was getting dark fast. He straightened up and thought to himself out loud. “We should do this again sometime.”
Kirihara stood as well and grinned. “Yeah, we definitely should.” They were standing very close together, but Hiyoshi again found he didn’t mind at all.

They stayed there, starring at the stream. All Hiyoshi’s earlier thoughts of wanting to leave evaporated. Even the night chill starting to set in wasn't really a bother.
Kirihara rested his head on Hiyoshi’s shoulder and kept his hand in his. Smiling and closing his eyes, Kirihara’s body relaxed against Hiyoshi’s side.

Hiyoshi tensed, but then relaxed again at the unexpected weight. His own head slowly gravitated downwards to the side until it was barely leaning against Akaya's, as if to test to make sure it was okay. When Kirihara didn’t seem to mind, he closed his eyes as well. He almost felt as if he could fall asleep like this, but knew that was ridiculous since he couldn’t sleep outside or with other people around.

After a while of standing there, Hiyoshi gently squeezed Kirihara's hand to get hit attention. “Kirihara... it's getting late. Unless you really do want to call your father, we have to go the bus now.”

“You... can call me Akaya ya know...” Hiyoshi’s eyes widened, then he heard the other boy sigh. “Dad wouldn't mind coming to get us… and then you can see where I live.”
Hiyoshi really didn't want to inconvenience Kirihara's family, and even more didn’t want to piss off his own. “I appreciate the offer, but my father will be upset if I don't get home soon and I would really rather avoid that. Some other time... maybe.”
Kirihara’s smile softened a bit. “Yeah, alright.”
Hiyoshi stepped away from their comfortable, if more intimate than he was used to, position. He knew if he wasn’t the one pull away first, they wouldn’t make it back. The bus station now seemed too close for his liking.

Kirihara started reluctantly back up the hill toward the bus station after him.
Luckily, the busy arrived just a few minutes after they got there. Hiyoshi dug out his change while Kirihara flashed his bus pass to the driver and they made their way to the back of the bus.

Once they were seated, the bus lurched forward and Hiyoshi grimaced. He hated public transportation.

Kirihara watched him and laughed a little. “You look like you'd rather kill yourself than be on this bus.”

Hiyoshi shrugged. “If I have to use public transportation, I prefer trains.” Preferably in the pre-seating area if there was one. “The only buses I use are Atobe's "school" buses.”
“You rich bastards,” Kirihara teased.
Hiyoshi looked over at him like the rich bastard he was accused of being and teased back. “Yes.”

Kirihara snorted. “So do people at your house call you bocchama and stuff?”
“The people? Oh, you mean the help?” He chuckled. “No. They call me by my name. I've known most of them my whole life. The only person I know who's been called that is Atobe, and uh... maybe Oshitari-sempai.”

“Hiyoshi-bocchama… Nah, that sounds weird. Wakashi-bocchama!” He laughed. “Ok, they both sound weird.”
Hiyoshi crossed his eyes in annoyance. “Yes, they do. Don't say it again.”
“What's the matter Wakashi-bocchama?” Kirihara grinned, teasing and poking him in the side.
Raising an eyebrow, Hiyoshi scooted closer to him menacingly. “What did I just tell you NOT to do?”

Kirihara just smirked at him.

Hiyoshi smirked back pompously and poked him the side, hard.

Kirihara jumped. “Hey!”

“Yes?” Hiyoshi asked with a very bad innocent expression.
“Don't poke me.”

“You poked me first.”

“So?”
“So, if you don't want to be poked, don't give me the idea.”

Kirihara responded to that by sticking his tongue out at him, so Hiyoshi poked him again. Kirihara flailed.

“No fighting on the bus!” The bus driver called back to them.

Hiyoshi’s cheeks flushed. They were probably making a bit of a scene, and his position so close to Kirihara would be cause enough to raise a few questions. He scooted back, embarrassed, but still with a small smile on his face.

Kirihara wiggled away from him, pouting, but stuck his tongue out at him again. This only made Hiyoshi’s grin widen and made him want to poke him again.
It felt like only a second later, Hiyoshi was jolted awake from a small doze when their destination was announced to be coming up. “Kirihara, our stop is next.”

Kirihara let out a little snore.

“Kirihara.” Hiyoshi called again, shaking his shoulder.

All he did in response was let out a small little moan and murmur Hiyoshi’s name under his breath.

Hiyoshi’s eyebrows creased. Casting a quick glance up to see nobody looking back at them, he gulped nervously as he looked back at his sleeping friend. Slowly, his hand trailed from shoulder, to his neck, ghosting over his cheek...

The old bus came to a screeching halt and they both jerked forward. Being so close to him, Kirihara was flung right into Hiyoshi’s arms.

Kirihara blinked awake and opened his eyes slowly. “Eh...? Are we there?”
Hiyoshi nodded like a deer caught in the headlights.

The bus driver called out. “Are you kids getting out? This is our last stop.”
Hurriedly letting go of him, Hiyoshi got to his feet and hastily made for the exit.

Kirihara only had a moment to wonder why he was in the other’s arms and then he was stumbling after him.

Shinjuku station was very crowded, as usual. The normalcy of being back in familiar territory helped Hiyoshi to quickly compose himself. “You're taking Odakyu-sen, right? I'm on Chuo, so... Are we still on for Wednesday?”
“Yeah, of course....” Kirihara ran a hand through his hair and stretched. “I'll uh... I'll see you later.”
Hiyoshi nodded. “See you then.” He stood there for a second longer, wondering if he should say something else, but there was nothing else to say. Mentally reprimanding himself for being such an idiot, he finally turned and left, not chancing a look back for Kirihara to see the red still on his cheeks.
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