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Legend of Sawamura	By : eternalstarhaven Category: -Misc Anime > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 971 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: For fanfiction. I do not own Ace of Diamond, the characters, and do not write this for money or profit. Ace of Diamond is the work of Yuji Terajima.

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~ Kazuya’s POV ~

Eijun was running on the north field again, but there was something lonely about how isolated he seemed. Two, instead of one, tires were attached to his waist and he was curious to where he had picked up that idea. Tires weren’t added to a player’s training until the second half of their first year, their second year at the latest.

Kazuya tried to recall what little he knew about the southpaw. He was the team coach and captain for Akagi Junior High, but he had never played in a game with them. How isolated was Eijun that he would practice on his own to this extent, where people couldn’t see what he was doing? On the surface, he would probably seem like the perfect student, good at sports, and supportive of the team goals and dreams. At the heart of who he was, however, was someone that gave and gave without any thought of a reward for himself.

Chris had set him off, that elusive smile replaced with an angry scowl on his face. Kazuya wasn’t certain, but he could have sworn that the southpaw's expression was filled with something close to hurt and betrayal, as if he had been let down with whatever image had had of Chris.

Eijun spotted him, but he didn’t stop like he had yesterday. His entire uniform was drenched in sweat and he looked as if he was ready to drop, but he didn’t stop and Kazuya didn’t know if he was even allowed to jump in his way. He had never had anyone this angry on his behalf before… It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to getting beat up, especially by his teammates. In the end, Eijun finally collapsed to his knees, gasping for air and smashing his fist into the ground.

Kazuya lunged forward and grabbed each hand as it tried to hit the ground, his fingers sliding over the slashed knuckles. “What are you doing?! Look, I’m sorry,” he tried to tell the southpaw. If he had known that Eijun would act like this, he would have never started that fight with him in the room.

“Why are you apologizing?” Eijun growled, his eyes red.

“Were you crying?!”

“No one else will, especially you. Let go…” Kazuya gripped his hands tighter, concerned that he would go back to hitting the ground. “How long has he been doing that to you?”

“A year.”

“And you’re going to somehow convince me that what he’s doing is okay or that he has a good excuse for it?!” Eijun had never questioned Kazuya’s defense of Chris when he had mouthed off about him, but now that he knew a little more about their history together, he was beyond furious… He was confused and he wanted to understand why Kazuya would do it when Chris was cruelly hurting him.

“I did start that fight.”

“You start a lot of crap! That’s just the type of person you are, but anyone that knows you would realize that what you say and mean are often opposite of one another! Did you put your hands around his shirt to the point that you were choking him?!” Eijun shouted. “No!” He couldn’t think straight and suddenly, without any warning, he curled his hand around the catcher’s head, pulled him forward and kissed him, just like he had seen Ryo and Yoichi do in his room whenever he stepped in at the wrong moments.

He didn’t have any experience with this and while Kazuya seemed tense at first, he wasn’t pulling away. Kazuya gasped when he felt sharp teeth bite into his lower lip. Taking advantage of it, Eijun slid his tongue into the older player’s mouth. The books said that this is what people did, exploring and tasting. Kazuya whimpered and that sound was like a drug of power to Eijun. Oh how the mighty fell and he couldn’t believe that he was the one in control and not Kazuya.

Kazuya’s hand landed on his chest, intent on shoving him away… so why was he trying to pull the southpaw closer… or better yet, was he climbing onto his lap and settling his thighs around him. Those same fingers that had expertly wrapped around a leather ball was splayed out behind his back, curving naturally and slightly digging in to spots that he didn’t even know were hurting him, sore from constantly being hunched over in one spot everyday and all day.

Chris had never gone this far, always just giving him a tiny hint of what a relationship could do and where it could go They had pecked on the lips and watched a couple of movies together, but that was the extent of their relationship; it was almost like he had been humoring Kazuya but wasn’t really interested in dating him. The hand on the back of his neck moved upwards, curling into his thick hair and then latching on, forcing his head back so that Eijun could begin lapping and biting at his exposed neck. “Were you dating him,” Eijun snarled possessively.

Kazuya should have had a smart ass remark to that, for him to mind his own damn business, but damn if that didn’t feel good, his body shuddering in pure ecstasy as the southpaw continued moving and acting on instinct. He yelped when he felt a rather sharp nip on his shoulder, followed with a soft stroke of a tongue to soothe the pain.

“That hurt!”

“And yet you’re trying to get me closer,” Eijun whispered. “Do you even realize that your fingers keep tugging me towards you. If they get any tighter around my shirt, I won’t have a uniform any longer.”

Kazuya struggled to regain a sense of who he was, where they were at and what the southpaw was doing to him, but he gave up when that same devilish tongue moved to the underside of his ear, taking and biting at the tip. Was he a masochist? Eijun bit down harder when Kazuya didn’t answer him like he wanted. “Were you dating him?!” He asked again.

“Yes… but he broke it off after I was put on the first string.”

Eijun had never intended on doing something like this with Kazuya, but he was beyond thinking and the catcher wasn’t stopping him. Still, if he went too fast too soon, there was a very good chance the catcher would run away from him like he had the first time. Kazuya started to whine… actually whining when Eijun stopped them, slowly prying the catcher off of him and standing to his full height.

“I may very well take you out of his reach,” he promised and then he was gone. Kazuya started to curse, his entire body physically hurting from the state Eijun had left it in. He might have been a virgin, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of what people did or just how close he had been to begging Eijun to take him on the ground. So what if they were out in the open where anyone could see and that was probably why he felt himself falling for the southpaw. Eijun had taken that into account and wasn’t willing to compromise Kazuya’s safety over his desires.

And what was with Eijun taking off like some kind of ninja all the time?! He would give a hint of who he was and then vanish! Kazuya was so accustomed to people latching on like a bunch of unwanted leeches and the one time he wouldn’t mind it so bad… “That damn bastard! The least he could do was tell me how to get relief without going to the bathroom or my room!”

For the rest of the day, Kazuya snarled at everyone, his pants tight and uncomfortable. It didn’t help that every time he glanced over at the first years, he would get a nice view of the southpaw’s backside and how his muscles seemed to ripple beneath his uniform. He had been around strong players before, but never a pitcher that could command and control everything around him and that’s exactly what Eijun was doing.

“Damn if you don’t have it bad,” he heard someone whisper. Kazuya sent Yoichi a seething glare, but the shortstop simply grinned and sat down beside him.

“No idea what you’re talking about…”

“He did have a fan club back in Akagi… I think that female pitcher of his was even interested in him…”

“It’s not like I started it! And why are you encouraging this?!”

“Why shouldn’t I? For the first time, Kaz, you seem and act human. It’s a good thing.”

“Tetsuya and Jun don’t act human.”

“The difference between them and you is that they don’t give a damn about what the rest of the team thinks. They accept what their responsibilities and roles are and the team in turn doesn’t cross a line that those two have drawn. They’re kind of like the mom and dad of this team.”

“Mom and dad…” Kazuya started to laugh at the image and Yoichi tapped him on the foot. “What about the head coach?”

“No way man… We might understand his goal for Koshien, but he doesn’t have this team’s best interest at heart.”

“That’s not true…” Kazuya started to protest, but Yoichi was ignoring him, his gaze focused on the southpaw.

“Eijun is the best thing that will ever happen to you and with that being said… If you hurt my little brother, I’ll make you regret it.”

“Is it really okay to get into another relationship?”

“When did you break up with Chris?”

“Last summer.”

Yoichi started to roar with laughter. “You’re definitely past the point of a rebound. Besides, Eijun isn’t the patient type. If he’s decided to start something with you… What you need to figure out is if you want him to or not. I would advise not taking too long about it. You’re not the only one that’s interested in him and if they sense that you’re going to hurt him, they’ll stop and take him from you.”

“Tetsuya and Jun.” Yoichi nodded.

“Eijun is not opposed to same-sex relationships and I guess I should have realized that you weren’t either. You had a reason for not choosing one of your most dedicated fan girls…”

Kazuya paled… “Don’t you dare tell me that I should date one of those disgusting harpies… All that make up… and the perfume they drench themselves with… They spend an excessive amount of money and time at the mall and then they want babies and… no! Don’t suggest such a horrifying idea ever again, Yoichi Kuramochi!”

“I’m impressed… I don’t think I’ve ever seen the cool, emotionless robot fall apart like this, and... if I’m not mistaken, you have a small bite mark right below your ear.” Ryosuke pointed out, tracing it with his finger.

Kazuya felt the color draining from his face and the world around him started to spin. Ryosuke prevented him from falling over with a hand to his back. With a loud ‘be right back,’ Kazuya took off for the locker room and turned his head to the side, horrified at the tiny mark just beneath his ear. He could easily justify it as a razor burn, but damn it to hell! What was the point of being discreet if Eijun was going to leave the evidence behind?!

Ryosuke knew exactly what this was and the bastard was grinning like a cheshire cat! Kazuya wasn’t even the one that had started that little fiasco, but when his mind drifted back to that morning, his pants became even tighter and he groaned. “I’m going to strangle that southpaw!” And yet his fingers betrayed him when they curled around the basin of the sink.

He had to take care of this or there was no going back to practice. Storming into one of the shower stalls, he pulled the curtain aside, pulled the zipper of his discomfort down and spent the next twenty minutes imagining things that he had only read about in a magazine. The person doing those things to him, was none other than the southpaw who was currently doing laps around the A grounds field with a bunch of other first years getting an even better view of that backside of his.

He felt a little better at lunch, but not by much… There was only so much his imagination could do for him and going off three times in a shower stall was like a tease to what the southpaw could do for him. He barely registered that someone was sitting down beside him, “I’m sorry for this morning.”

“Hmmm…” Kazuya forced himself to come out of his daze and he turned to look at Chris. He knew there was something that had upset him this morning, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what it was.

Chris took one look at his dazed and confused expression… “Damn you have it bad… I don’t think I have to guess too hard about the person that’s caught your interest.” Kazuya turned several shades of red, spluttering that he was wrong, that he just had a lot on his mind, but Chris cut him off and said it wasn’t stuff, but a single person and he glanced over at the southpaw that was giving him a warning glare. Chris wasn’t sure if it was meant to watch himself due to earlier, or because the southpaw was jealous…

“I…”

“It’s fine, Kazuya and yes, I’m going to keep calling you that. It wasn’t going to work between us and the southpaw was right. The anger I feel towards myself is not something I should push on to you or anyone else. I knew I didn’t feel anything beyond friendship for you, but I kept quiet about it like I did everything else. With that being said… That southpaw has a nasty temper.”

“I don’t think that was normal behavior for him. How would you have reacted if you walked into a room and saw your roommate being half strangled?”

“It makes you wonder if he’s a victim of that kind of violence? As angry as I was, I wouldn’t have physically hurt you, Kaz.”

“Some things hurt more than a fist or two, Chris.” The older player sighed. He knew that he had a lot to apologize for and words weren’t enough. “Anyway, I should apologize myself. It’s just… well… I never wanted you to leave the team and while I did want a spot on the first string, that’s not how I wanted to obtain it. You were someone that I respected and when your team defeated mine in middle school, I wanted a rematch, but with a pitcher that I knew had the skills to match my own.”

“From what I’ve heard about that southpaw, I think you found him.” Chris ate in silence and then put his chopsticks down. “I won’t make any promises, but if there’s still a chance I can play, I’ll do what I can until I retire.”

“You’re not angry?”

“About what? You moving on? No. You and I are like oil and water… It won’t work, but with him… He won’t let anyone hurt you Kazuya, not like I did.”

“You got that from getting your ass kicked this morning?” Kazuya snickered.

“I think I needed it. The head coach is debating on using him this spring, but is afraid that if he does, he’ll reveal his hand to every school that we managed to acquire a gold laying goose.”

“Did you know his dad was a professional catcher for the Dodgers?”

“No…”

“He can cook and make some killer coffee.”

“If he can beat you in a game of Shogi, I might say he’s the perfect person to keep you in a constant checkmate status.”

“No… no way… Did you just say that I’ll lose at Shogi?!” Everyone stopped and turned to the two, Kazuya’s mouth opening and closing in horrified shock.

Even Tetsuya was interested now. Kazuya was considered the King of Seidou when it came to Shogi. “You really think there’s someone capable?” Ryo asked. Chris pointed at the southpaw, Eijun’s chopsticks halfway to his mouth when he suddenly looked up to see everyone staring at him.

“I promise I put those tires back!”

The laughter that erupted around the cafeteria had him turning scarlet and he started to run away when Jun wrapped an arm around his neck and dragged him over to Kazuya and Chris. “We have a question…”

“Okay…”

“Can you play Shogi?”

“Yeah.”

“And why are we just now finding out about this?” Tetsuya demanded.

“You never asked, besides, I like watching you lose all the time.”

“I do not…”

“Captain, seriously… you’re horrible at Shogi. I mean if you really want me to humor you, I will, but...”

“Who taught you?”

“My grandfather would take me with him to the park every weekend. Talk about some of the most boring games ever! The moves those old guys made were just stupid and then they would get mad when they found themselves losing in a handful of turns.”

“Did you play any of them?”

“Yeah.”

“And how many games did you win?”

“I never counted.”

“How many did you lose?”

“None.”

“I think we have ourselves a match folks,” Yoichi exclaimed. “The Shogi King versus the southpaw!”

“No way Miyuki will lose!” Someone shouted. “He’s defeated the top players in the country!”

Almost everyone was siding with Kazuya and Eijun finally couldn’t stay quiet… “So what’s on the table if I win?”

Kazuya tapped the table… Gambling with money was strictly forbidden, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get something else out of this. “If I win, I want coffee for the rest of the year, exclusive to me only.”

“Alright… If I win, I want orange flavored soda drinks.”

“Gross! You actually drink that stuff?!”

“It’s good!”

“I change my mind; if I win you’re forbidden to have even one for the remaining time I’m still at Seidou.”

“Wha-? No!”

“After dinner, right here and don’t you dare try to tuck tail and run,” Kazuya challenged.

The staff had no idea what had the team riled up when they came back after lunch, all of them putting more work into their practice than usual. As soon as they broke up for dinner, not a single one headed towards the barn or the batting cages, but the cafeteria. “Do we follow them?” Takashima asked. Kataoka nodded, equally curious to what would change a routine that was a core part of Seidou’s baseball team.

None of them would have guessed that a heated Shogi match was taking place while everyone was eating. It seemed all the first years were behind Eijun just because he represented them. As for the rest of the team, they were clearly outnumbering the first years. “What’s going on?”

“They bet soda drinks or no soda drinks depending on who wins,” Kawagami told Takashima.

“Soda drinks?”

“It was originally exclusive dibs on coffee that Sawamura makes every morning, but when Miyuki found out that Sawamura drinks orange flavored soda, he made him promise to never drink it again while he was still going to school here if he lost.”

“Ouch… I think I’m going to have to side with Sawamura on this one. Orange flavored soda is good.”

“Told you!” Eijun shouted, slapping another piece down on the board. Kazuya cried out in frustration, his eyes frantically looking for a way out of his approaching defeat. This was bad… How could he lose to a kid from the country that plays Shogi in a park?! He thought he found his way out and when he saw the grin forming at the edges of Eijun’s lips, he knew he had been baited. It was a no-win situation and for the first time since middle school, he lost at Shogi. If this had been a bet with money, Eijun and the first years would have collected big time. Thankfully the only thing Kazuya had to fork over was a bunch of sodas for a year, but orange?!

As if to call a truce, Eijun handed him a cup of coffee he had made just before dinner and Kazuya’s eyes lit up with pure happiness. “I’ll keep making it, but not just for you,” Eijun laughed. Once again he vanished like the wind, but Kazuya was okay with it. Why? Because Eijun would come back and surprise him with something else that was equally fun.

“You really didn’t know he could play,” Jun asked Tetsuya. The Captain shook his head, his mouth still hanging open in pure surprise. He tried to think back to all the times everyone had gathered in Kazuya’s room and Eijun was right. No one had ever asked him to play and he felt a pang of guilt and shame wash over him. What else did they not know about Eijun that was starting to emerge now that he was becoming a regular member early on rather than a month down the road. Was this what the team would have been like?

Eijun was in the middle of drying his hair when Kazuya came in from his bath, water dripping from his bangs. “Do me a favor?”

Eijun lifted a brow and Kazuya pointed to the mark under his ear. “Do you mind not leaving evidence behind?”

“That’s the only thing that’s upsetting you,” Eijun laughed, putting his towel down and quietly approached. Chris had gone home again and Kazuya realized that he was alone with the southpaw. No one was going to come knocking at this hour and he backed away, only to find a desk directly behind him. His hands braced himself, but when Eijun kept stalking forward, all of his books went crashing to the floor when he tried to climb up to escape the unavoidable.

The southpaw was like Chris said… a force of nature and he was in danger of being swept away again. “Yeah I’m upset…”

“About the mark?”

“What else should I be mad about?!”

“Oh I don’t know… about the fact that I didn’t ask before I took advantage of you. That’s telling me that you like losing control…”

“No!” Kazuya weakly protested, but a hand slid up the outside of his thigh and before he knew what was happening, the southpaw was yanking him forward, inserting his body between the catcher’s legs.

“No evidence left behind… I can do that.” Kazuya felt the heat rising to his neck and face and before he could count to three, he felt the southpaw’s lips against his own, a little more confident than this morning, as if all of this was new to Eijun, but he wasn’t afraid to dive in and take what he wanted. “Is it over between the two of you?” Eijun whispered.

Kazuya nodded. Words were beyond him at the moment and he let the southpaw take back over, his hands sliding to the small of Eijun’s back and moving him forward. Eijun wouldn’t let anything progress past kissing or holding, but Kazuya wasn’t ready for the next step, regardless of how bad his body seemed to want it. It was like the southpaw knew how far to push things and then he would back off, giving Kazuya time to process what was happening and to accept or reject it. If he didn’t reject it, he would proceed further. If he did… Eijun respected the boundaries Kazuya was setting. It was something no one had ever done for him before and he ended up wrapping his arms around the southpaw and burying his face against his chest. He wasn’t going to cry… That’s what he wanted to tell himself, but the tears came anyway and Eijun didn’t say anything about it.

~ Eijun’s POV ~

The first week passed by faster than he thought was possible. He had refrained from any other physical advances towards Kazuya, despite how much he wanted to follow him into the locker room and pin him against any hard surface and have his way with him. He couldn’t recall having these feelings before, but he had had a lot going on the first time he had been at Seidou and Kazuya seemed like he had hated him then.

Tetsuya didn’t seem upset that Eijun was interested in Kazuya. While he knew the Captain still had feelings for him, he wanted Eijun to be safe and happy. Jun had finally opened up to the Captain and the two were almost always together now. Deep down, he knew he had made the right choice about them and if anyone could keep the Captain out of trouble, it was Jun. Yoichi and Ryosuke seemed a lot happier now, the two in the same room, similar to Eijun and Kazuya when Chris wasn’t around.

For the most part, Chris spent the night at his father’s home, but once school started back up, he would have to return back to the dorms. His shoulder had recovered from the surgery, but there was still a lot of rehabilitation that he had to do. One afternoon, Kazuya walked in to see a bunch of bands hooked all over Chris's bed, closet and desk. “What are you doing?”

“Giving him a way to exercise his arm.”

Kazuya felt his heart soften a little more towards the southpaw. It was hard not to like him. Every time he turned around, he was doing something for a member of the team, helping them with batting, pitching, catching… He really seemed to have no care in the world about boundaries, easily moving from one circle to another. The third years had easily accepted him… It was impossible not to. He never came to them asking for a free ride, instead he put in as much time and practice as the rest of them. Rarely did he have a bad thing to say about someone but not everyone was happy about the attention he was getting.

Satoru Furuya… Tetsuya was keeping a careful eye on him and at first, Jun and the others thought he was being paranoid. However, that started to change when during practice a ball almost smashed into Eijun’s head. It was so random that everyone had a hard time processing that a ball had gone flying into a wall, parts of the cement cracking from the impact.

All eyes drifted in the direction the ball had come from and saw the kid that had come from Hokkaido, another student that had applied through general admissions. Other than having a fastball, there was nothing remarkable about him. He slept all the time, was dead last when they ran every day, and rarely involved himself with the other team members.

Eijun picked up the ball and let it move up and down in his hand when he tossed it back. “If that was your effort of getting a strike, you missed.”

Furuya’s eyes flashed and several of the first years surrounded and grabbed him. “Are you trying to get thrown off the team?!” They shouted. “Why would you do that?”

He didn’t answer and for the first time, Eijun felt the full intensity of someone hating him with everything that he was. What he couldn’t understand was why? Furuya hadn’t been like this before. Or was it because he hadn’t been a part of the team before and wasn’t considered a threat to him? Furuya was glaring at him and while Eijun wanted to ask what his problem was, Tetsuya and Jun moved him back, effectively taking him out of Furuya’s line of sight.

“Eijun, let’s go,” Yoichi commanded.

“But…”

“Don’t argue… Ryo feels that something is going on and we can’t risk you getting another ball thrown at you.”

“I don’t understand, Yoichi. We weren’t enemies before…”

“You weren’t friends either and you damn well know it.”

“I wasn’t friends with you guys either, but I don’t see any of you trying to kill me.”

“Eijun, you were always a target and that isn’t going to change regardless of how much Seidou has changed. The curse is something that’s had a grip on Tetsuya and the others for over 500 years, but how long before that is any one’s guess. You have to survive or none of this matters and it’s very possible that Furuya has always hated you.”

“Yoichi…” The short stop felt his heart going out to the southpaw. Eijun always did his best to not upset or anger people, but there was nothing he could do against someone that was completely insane to begin with.

Eijun was putting up resistance, not wanting to leave, but Jun didn’t give him a chance to argue when he lifted and tossed him over his shoulder, carrying him off the field. “Jun…”

“We’ll figure it out later, Eijun. Because you’re a part of the time loop, the four of us decided not to take any risks with you. You won’t forget whatever happens anymore and it’s not something we want you to go through.”

“So what am I supposed to do?! Do I ignore everyone?! And what about Kazuya?! He doesn’t want anything to do with Furuya; I don’t think he ever did.”

Eijun was becoming more volatile and Jun had to tighten his hold on him. Once he was inside their room, he pinned Eijun down to the floor, grateful that he had several more centuries and experience on the kid. Eijun knew how to twist his body in ways that made him think of a contortionist.

He knew this was hard on him… They had all gone through it except for Yoichi and Eijun and it was rare to see him fighting this hard. “Eijun, please calm down…”

“Get off of me, Jun! Damn it, this isn’t right!”

“You can’t change someone like him!”

“He didn’t try to do that the last time!”

“Eijun, we have no idea who or what’s been after you before last time, but you can’t assume that he wasn’t just because he left you alone! Do you even remember how he seemed when you first met him?”

Eijun stopped fighting, trying to think back. He had been acting like an idiot, throwing the ball and trying to catch it. That’s when he had first met Furuya and he tried to remember, but that had been a long time ago. “So you’re saying I should intentionally show up late just to keep him from killing me?!”

“No, but we can’t let things stand as it is either.”

“How far back will time take us?”

“I don’t know… It’s that unpredictable.”

“How do you guys do it? Making friends only to lose them, knowing they won’t remember?”

Jun had a feeling he was asking because of Kazuya… The first year was hurting and it wasn’t an injury that wouldn’t heal with a bandaid. It was at that exact moment that time reset. Jun had no idea what Tetsuya had done, but it was enough to set them back over six months.

Eijun jerked awake, sitting up in his room back in Nagano. It was the week before the nationals, the game where he had planned on letting Wakana pitch the entire time. The full reality of the curse hit him like the bricks of a collapsing building and he clutched at his chest. It hurt… his heart pounding and beating with the understanding that everything he had just experienced with Kazuya was gone, not once, but a second time.

The love he felt for the catcher had been crystal clear the second time around and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was far from over, that he’d continue to fall for him over and over, just like Ryosuke had done with Yoichi and it was too much. With a piercing cry, he pounded his fists into his blankets, tears of grief, hate and rage sliding down his face.
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