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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 62

For the last few days, Akaya had been very good. He hadn’t asked or mentioned anything about Hiyoshi’s family, nor had he gone out of his way to be more annoying than usual. Since the separation, Hiyoshi had done nothing but be pathetic in his room, not sleep much do to nightmares, and be cuddled by his boyfriend. The comfort was appreciated, but it wasn’t helping, which was why he was now on his way to Sanada’s room.

Looking weary, with dark lines under the now homeless boy’s eyes, he arrived at Sanada-san’s door wearing his usual loose fitting workout gear. When the other didn’t answer his knock, he was tempted to stomp his foot in frustration.

Where did that idiot buchou fucking man go? It had come to his understanding over the last few days that Akaya’s Fukubuchou and his ex-buchou were (or had been) seeing each other for quite some time. This did not sit well in his stomach. He checked the gym.

In the gym, Sanada sneezed as he racked up the bench press bar. He wondered who was talking about him when the door opened to reveal Hiyoshi. He racked his weights as he looked at the boy who looked rather worse for wear. He didn't speak and instead waited for the other man to tell him why he was there. He could tell just by looking at him that it wasn't for working out.

Hiyoshi did not feel the need for any formalities. He approached Sanada with his usual neutral expression and bowed low in front of him. “Please fight me.” It was the only way he knew he would be able to get his aggression out. The last time he’d felt this much anger, it had been during the rough time in his and Akaya’s relationship and it had taken getting the shit kicked out of him to help that tension lessen. Akaya had been pissed at him for that, so this time he was taking a safer route. Unlike the last guy, Sanada wouldn’t try to kill him.

Sanada raised an eyebrow, not sure if he should accept since the other man looked like hell, but he could see that familiar look in Hiyoshi's eyes when he approached. The other needed it, just as he knew when his kouhai was purposely asking for laps to exhaust himself to death. "Alright..." he murmured and walked over to pull on a t-shirt and pick up his bag, "Let's go to the dojo."

Following along behind him, Hiyoshi only nodded silently. There were no words needed as usual between the two of them. He was grateful that Sanada-san hadn’t asked any questions. It would probably be best for both of them if no one else knew about this, so the less the other knew the better.

The older martial artist led them back out into the hallway and to the dojo, sliding the door open. It was past time for practice so the room was empty. Sanada slipped off his shoes and stepped inside. As per usual, he bowed before stepping onto the mats. He wasn't wearing the proper gear for anything, but part of him knew he wasn't going to need it.

Following Sanada’s lead, Hiyoshi took his shoes off at the entrance then stepped fearlessly onto the mats. The ex fukubuchou stood much taller and physically larger in every way to the visual eye, but that hardly mattered. All that mattered right now was for him to get what he wanted. He put his hands together and made the sign of thanks as he bowed low, at the same time letting him know he was ready.

Sanada did the same and then slid his right foot back, his bare feet gripping to the mats. Hiyoshi hadn't specified the type of fight he wanted so he left weapons out of it. It had been a while since he'd had a good hand to hand fight. He raised his arms to guard his face and waited for Hiyoshi to make the first move, his eyes sharp and focused.

Apparently the other wanted him to attack first. That was fine. Another reason Hiyoshi had chosen Sanada-san was that he knew the man to be well trained to take a hit as well as deliver them. In all seriousness, despite Hiyoshi’s training, he knew without his weapons, he would be no match against this man. His face did not betray any emotion; he only nodded once in understanding then charged.

Sanada dodged the best he could, careful to stay out of the range of the other's limbs, but unfortunately he was bigger than Hiyoshi and moved a little slower when he had to step backward so the other managed to land a kick to his side. Unfortunately for Hiyoshi though, Sanada knew how to take the hit and use it to his advantage. On instinct he grabbed Hiyoshi’s leg and used it to throw the man a few feet away so he would have the space he needed.

Hiyoshi knew how to land and was up again before he barely had the chance to hit the ground. His punches were hard and strong, his kicks balanced and powerful, but that only mattered when and if he managed to land them. “Hit me!” He commanded, amidst attacks. He growled low in his throat as he sent a particularly vicious kick to Sanada’s knees where he knew there was weakness to force an attack. There was not point to this unless the other was seriously willing to hurt him.

Sanada saw the kick coming toward his knees and cursed quietly, because he knew they couldn't handle the attack, not after all the hell he put them through. Before he'd had time to think about it, his fist had collided with the side of Hiyoshi's jaw and his foot moved to sweep the smaller boys out from under him.

The hit landed and Hiyoshi knew he was going to be having problems eating for a week, but he managed to catch the leg coming and twist it just so to make Sanada go off balance, then followed up with an under handed punch to his gut that would be double effective if he landed wrong. He knew the kendo practitioner was better than this and it was starting to piss him off that he was obviously holding so much back.

Sanada let himself fall back to avoid the punch and growled a little, he didn't want to hurt Hiyoshi that bad, but he knew that was what the other wanted. Damn it... Atobe was going to kill him for this. He was on his feet again quickly and ducked down to elbow Hiyoshi in the gut firmly, his foot finding its way back behind Hiyoshi’s to make him lose his balance.

The air was knocked out of him and Hiyoshi coughed hard. His balance was gone and he was falling. He managed to catch himself awkwardly and twisted away from the assault but barely gave himself a moment to recuperate before charging back in again. In normal circumstances, he would have backed off to further asses his opponent, but now was not the time for assessment and strategy. It was time to let go and stop thinking all together.

Sanada murmured something under his breath and was about to clothesline Hiyoshi when he thought better of it, instead he just got behind him in an instant and kicked him between the shoulder blades.

Damn it, that one hurt. It took him longer this time to recuperate, but the younger boy was soon on his feet again even though he had no business to be. He fought with all his strength, blocking out the pain and welcoming more. It was a good thing he wasn’t going home tonight because he was pretty sure if Sanada didn’t finish the job, Akaya might.

By the time they were done, Sanada was panting and had a couple bruises that he knew were going to hurt tomorrow. At least he could hide them all with clothing. He stood beside Hiyoshi who was lying on the ground looking as exhausted as he felt. "Feel better?" he asked quietly between breaths.

At the question, Hiyoshi laughed out loud, but it was quickly followed with a cough that shook his whole frame. Damn, that hurt. There were a couple places that would definitely need tending to. He nodded in the affirmative. It wasn’t as bad as when he’d gotten into the fist fight with that punk guy outside the bar, but it certainly still did the trick. He was exhausted, and the tension in his muscles that no amount of feeling sorry for himself would help was gone.

"Don't... rat me out... to Keigo..." Sanada grumbled and flopped down beside Hiyoshi with a sigh. "I think he'd have me killed."

Another chuckle escaped and Hiyoshi grimaced. “Understood.”

"Wanna talk about it?" Sanada stared up at the ceiling, leaving it up to the other man. He wasn't going to press him for information.

“My father. I told him.” About what was obvious. Talking hurt.

"Oh...?" An eyebrow raised, eyes still fixed on the ceiling. He understood the kind of pain the other was going through. He'd done it all years ago.

Hiyoshi remained quiet after that. Whatever else he may say would do no good and though the situation weighed on his mind. He still did not feel ready to talk about it.

Sanada laid there until he caught his breath, then sat up and slowly climbed to his feet. He groaned and pulled up his shirt to look at where bruises were already forming. He snorted quietly and touched at the wounds gently. He was going to ache tomorrow. He offered a hand out to Hiyoshi and waited to help him up.

Taking the offered hand, he let Sanada-san help him up. If he hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t have been able to get up himself for a while. He groaned as he stood and breathed out slowly. Now the question was; what would he do now? He couldn’t go to Choutarou. His friend was still in Italy and, as good as his friend’s intentions would be, he would probably coddle him to death. Not to mention, if Akaya found out he’d gone to Choutarou instead of him, he’d get upset. He couldn’t go to any of his other friends since, really, he didn’t have any he was close enough to. There was only one option left, though he hesitated… really hesitated.

Sanada eyed Hiyoshi for a long moment then walked over to his duffle bag to pull out a key. He padded back over to Hiyoshi and offered it to him. "Here, if you need somewhere to stay." Sanada knew his kohai and he knew he was going to freak out when/if he saw Hiyoshi's injuries. After pressing the key into Hiyoshi's hand he started back toward the door to put his shoes on.

Hiyoshi looked at the key in his hand, surprised by the generosity. “Thank you.” He was also thanking him for more than the key. He would have bowed, but he couldn’t at the moment without potentially hurting himself further. He was still considering going with his other option, but it was nice to have this one as well just in case.

"Anytime," Sanada responded honestly and picked up his duffle bag. Sliding open the door, he spared one last glance at Hiyoshi to make sure he was alright enough to move before walking out to go ice the worst injuries.

The moment Sanada-san left, Hiyoshi walked with a small limp over to where his shoes were and the few things he’d taken out of his pockets before the match, one item of which was his cell phone. He deliberated for a moment longer before using the speed dial to call the one person he thought he may be able to go to for what he knew he needed.

"Hello?" Akaya's mother chirped as she held the phone between her head and her shoulder while she worked on dishing out supper, "Kirihara residence."

Hiyoshi’s voice was already starting to crack with pent up emotion when he heard the caring voice, so different from his own mothers’. “I’m very sorry for troubling you at this time... Momma. I was wondering… if I may request a large favor…”

"Wakashi... Oh sweetie, what's wrong?" Immediately, the woman stopped what she was doing and set the spoon down to walk into the kitchen where she could have some privacy from the curious eyes of her husband. "Tell momma everything."

Why was this so hard? He closed his eyes and felt a few tears run down his cheeks. He hadn’t let tears escape since the day he’d walked away from his family home. “I uh… told my parents… about Akaya and…” he wiped the tears away and forced himself to try and keep himself together. “…they didn’t take it very well.”

Kirihara Yuzuka brought a hand up to her mouth and covered it with a little silent gasp. "Oh... Wakashi..." How could a parent be so cruel to their own child?! "Come over. You're going to stay with me for a few days, alright? You can stay in Akaya's room."

Even after he’d gone home with Akaya, Hiyoshi had been able to contain himself and remain silent. This was the fist time he could feel himself really starting to fall apart and couldn’t stop it. “O-okay…”

"We'll have tea and talk, just you and me," she said gently and took off her apron, worried about her adopted son.

How had she known that was what he’d wanted? He smiled a little through his tears and stubbornly wiped them away again. He wasn’t used to this. “Thank you… I’ll be over soon… umm… bye.”

"Be safe sweetie, I'll see you soon," she said gently and smiled a little as well. "I love you, Wakashi. Don't forget that, alright?"

Fresh tears came to the front. Did she really care that much? He couldn’t remember his own parents ever telling him that, even once. He nodded then remembered she couldn’t see him. “Thank you…” He hoped his voice didn’t crack too badly, but for some reason wasn’t as embarrassed as he should be.

On the other side of the phone line, the motherly smile only widened and she shook her head. "You don't need to thank me, sweet heart. Just get here safely and soon so I can give you a big hug and feed you good food."

“Alright.” The mention of hugs made him remember the pain of his injuries and he hoped she wouldn’t freak out. She was Akaya’s mother, it would probably be okay. “See you soon.”

"Bye," She said gently and hung up the phone, smiling a little because she was going to get to pamper her other son, even if it wasn’t under the best circumstances. She couldn't wait to see the cute little mushroom that she couldn't resist snuggling.

After hanging up, Hiyoshi took a moment to compose himself, then sent a quick text message to his boyfriend so hopefully he wouldn’t go berserk when he didn’t come home. ‘Going away for a day or two. Text if you need anything.’ It was good thing Akaya had taught him how to get a normal taxi just the other day… He hoped he had enough cash left to cover it.
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