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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 8

Around noon on the day they were supposed to meet, Hiyoshi texted Kirihara. “I'll meet you at two. Don't be late and bring an extra set of clothes you don't mind getting dirty.”

It took almost twenty minutes for him to receive the response “ok.” This concerned him since Kirihara never gave short one word answers, not without some sort of odd face to go along with it. “What's wrong?” He texted back.

“Nothing.”

“Are you technically already my slave?”

“I guess, yeah.”

He was going to demand he tell him what was wrong, but in the end didn’t want to force him. Instead Hiyoshi put his phone away and got ready to meet him. Hopefully, whatever was wrong would be taken care of before they met up.

Hiyoshi arrived on time at the park and sat down to read. Even though he’d told Kirihara not to be late, he knew there was little chance of it actually not happening. He chuckled to himself, remembering the multiple times the demon boy had come running to meet him, out of breath and with a huge grin on his face with some excuse or another.

Only about five minutes passed when Kirihara showed up, casually dressed with a backpack slung over his shoulder. “Hey... sorry, I took the wrong bus...”

That hadn’t been the kind of arrival he’d expected. Hiyoshi closed his book and stood, looking him over. He still seemed troubled over something. Perhaps he was still disappointed over the match? That was the only reason he could think of. “Alright, let's go. Follow me.” All he got was a nod.

Since Kirihara didn’t seem to want to talk, Hiyoshi remained silent, giving him his space. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. He led him down a series of streets that should’ve looked familiar to Kirihara, but he didn’t know if the Rikkai boy paid attention last time and he certainly didn’t seem to be paying attention this time, looking down with his hands in his pockets. It seemed to take forever to get to their destination without Kirihara’s mindless chatter taking up the dull time in between. They stopped in front of the house they'd been to a few weeks ago. This was where a family who worked for his family lived and ran a dojo. He opened the gate and gestured for Kirihara to go in.

Kirihara looked at the house curiously then went through the gates. “What are we here for?”

Hiyoshi smirked. “You're going to do some training.”

Unlike the previous time, Hiyoshi knocked on the front door and waited patiently for Watanaka-san to answer. “Hiyoshi-kun, welcome back. The room is all ready for you.” She appeared at the door a moment later, opening it for them with a welcoming smile.

Bowing politely and thanking her, Hiyoshi walked into the house with Kirihara at his heels. “Thank you for letting us use the area on your day off. I promise we will not disturb you.”

“It's no problem at all. Thank you for volunteering to help. Let me know if you need anything.”

Hiyoshi nodded and thanked her again, then gestured for Kirihara to follow him further inside.

Kirihara bowed as well when they walked in, and then blinked at Hiyoshi. “Training? What kind of training?”

“You'll see.” Hiyoshi led them into the dojo training hall which was now completely empty save them, some mats, and a few towels. He turned on the lights and closed the door behind them. “Go ahead and change into your extra clothes.”

Kirihara nodded a little then started changing, confused as hell.

While Kirihara changed, Hiyoshi went to get one of the cleaning towels and filled a bucket with some water and soap. He wrung the towel out then brought it over to his friend. “You’re going to clean the dojo floor for me. Watch closely.” Going to one end of the dojo, he demonstrated how to properly clean it by getting on his hands and knees and scrubbing from one side to the other. “Use this to clean the dojo floor. Do a good job and don't miss anything. I'll be right there watching you so don't think you can get out of it.” He handed him the towel, then went over to a corner.

Diligently cleaning the dojo floor was one of the very first things a student had to train to do. It helped focus the mind and teach patience. Perhaps he was being silly having Kirihara do it, and thinking it might help him, but it was one of Hiyoshi’s chores that week, and Kirihara was his slave for the day. Sitting, he pulled back out his book and started to read.

Taking the towel and looking around confused, Kirihara looked down at the towel then went over to start cleaning the floor as instructed. “Uh... Okay...”

Hiyoshi half read his book while half watching Kirihara work. Whenever he lost a match badly he always came here. Cleaning the floors had always for some reason emptied his mind and helped him to think. Then, afterward, he could let loose his anger on the mats. He had no idea if the same would do any good for Kirihara at all, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to try. He went back to reading his book.

Kirihara cursed a little mentally but did it anyway. He wanted to complain that this was a stupid thing to make him do, but he didn’t have a choice. He’d lost. Soon, he’d forgotten about that though since he was trying so hard to clean the stupid floor. By the time he was finished, he was covered in sweat. Cleaning wooden floors was hard work. “Now what, Master?” He flopped onto the now clean floor, spent.

Closing his book, Hiyoshi looked at the floor with meticulous eyes. “Not bad. The third levels could have done better, but not bad.” With that, he gestured him over to the matted area and stood waiting for him in the middle. “Why did you lose your focus so early in the game against Oshitari?”

Kirihara followed Hiyoshi onto the mat curiously, shrugging at the question then looked away. “He kept saying things...”

Hiyoshi raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So your temper got the better of you?”

“Something like that... I guess...” he answered a little annoyed. Why was he asking him this?

Shaking his head, Hiyoshi stepped forward and easily knocked Kirihara onto the mats, careful that he landed in a way that wouldn’t hurt him. “So what was it then?”

Kirihara blinked as he landed on his back on the mats, surprised it hadn’t hurt at all and wondering why the hell he’d done that. “He... I don't know why I got mad...” He looked anywhere but up at Hiyoshi, not wanting to talk about this, but… “He just... kept saying things about you...”

That made no sense to Hiyoshi at all, so he gave Kirihara a blank expression and waited for him to say anything else or at least look at him again. He wanted to let him think about it on his own.

Kirihara had a feeling that if he tried to get up, Hiyoshi would just knock him down again. Laying there with a crazy ninja towering over him, Kirihara was forced to think and respond. “They... they made me so mad... I--I couldn't think... and... before I realized it… I was already in demon mode...”

Why would someone insulting him matter to Kirihara? Not understanding, Hiyoshi sighed and knelt down to lay on his back next to him, looking up at the ceiling. “It doesn't matter what anyone says about me. I don't care about other’s judgments and neither should you.”

“It just... It just pissed me off...” Kirihara mumbled and rolled to his side to look at Hiyoshi. At least the other didn’t seem to be on his crazy power trip anymore.

“You're an idiot. There, I insulted you. Are you going to go demon mode on me?” Hiyoshi rolled his eyes at him. “You know, I could take you like that.” He smirked with complete confidence. “I'm not a weakling like some of your opponents.”

“I don't care when people insult me...” Kirihara shrugged, “And... I don't want to play you like that. I'll hurt you... I don't want that.” He really meant it. The idea of hurting Hiyoshi… it hurt.

More than anything, Hiyoshi hated being underestimated. He snarled at the demeaning words and grabbed him, pulling Kirihara closer and looking him straight in the eyes. “You CAN'T hurt me.” He was getting pissed at the way Kirihara was acting. The whole situation nagged at him. That Kirihara would be more upset about someone insulting him than himself made no sense. Plus, that insinuated Kirihara lost because of him and that pissed him off even more.

He rolled the boy on top of him, and then expertly threw him over him and across the mats. He was again careful not to hurt him, trusting that he could take a fall, wanting to show him exactly how strong he was. On his feet again, following after him quickly before Kirihara could get his bearings, Hiyoshi held him down, now the one on top. “You're not making any sense.”

Kirihara’s eyes widened as he was thrown around and stared up at Hiyoshi as he pinned him down. “Hi-Hiyoshi...” He looked into the other boy’s eyes and wondered for the hundredth time… That Oshitari bastard had never actually insulted his friend, so why had he gotten so upset?

Hiyoshi growled under his breath. “Do you think you can defeat me right now?!” He held him down tighter. “What exactly did he say to you? Is that why you've been pissed off at me since the match? Do you think it's my fault?”

Swallowing thickly, Kirihara looked almost scared. “I--I'm not mad at you… It's my own fault I lost. Why do you think I'm mad at you?”
Seeing the fear in Kirihara’s eyes, Hiyoshi immediately relaxed his grip, but didn’t move off him. Feeling guilty, he said in a calmer voice, “I could tell after the match you were upset, but when you left... and you haven't texted me since.” Usually, the annoying idiot bothered him in class constantly. “And the way you've been acting today… Now you tell me you lost your match because of something Oshitari said about ME. What the hell else am I supposed to think?”

Kirihara looked away with a small flush on his cheeks. “S-sorry... just... It's been bothering me, not knowing why he made me so mad. And I--I didn't mean to act weird...” but when Hiyoshi had let go of his hand after the match, and about all the other things that had confused him... “I'm not mad at you, but… I--I'm confused. When you're around... my chest gets all fluttery... and--and... I dunno... It just bothered me when he was saying things about you and winking at you like that...”

“Winking at me?” Hiyoshi looked at him in confusion. “Why would you...” He froze, remembering Choutarou saying something about hearts getting fluttery, but that was impossible. He cleared his throat and rolled off him. There was silence for a moment before he continued. “Sorry. If I scared you...”

“It's... It's alright.” Kirihara said nervously, sitting up and pulling his knees to his chest before glancing over at Hiyoshi. “Are--are you mad at me?”
Hiyoshi glared, annoyed at the question and bit out angrier than intended. “Of course not, idiot!”

Wincing a little, Kirihara rested his head on his knees. He didn’t believe for a minute that his mushroom friend wasn’t mad at him. “S-sorry... nah... Hiyoshi...” Since Hiyoshi was already mad at him, maybe it was a good time to ask about what he’d been thinking for a while. Then Hiyoshi wouldn’t have to get mad him twice… “My--my mom said... when your heart flutters like this...” he touched his own chest “…around someone... It means you like them...”

Hiyoshi coughed, feeling a mental panic attack coming on. He looked down at the mats self-consciously. “Do you think... that's what it is?”

“…Are you going to stop playing tennis with me?” Kirihara asked worriedly. What if Hiyoshi decided to stop hanging out with him if it was?

Hiyoshi was going to turn into a tomato and explode any minute now “No...”

Kirihara gripped his shirt and looked at Hiyoshi intently “Really?”
That’s when Hiyoshi finally did explode, causing Kirihara to jump back from him in surprise. “FUCK! I said NO! What the hell are you thinking?” He was trying not to hyperventilate and couldn’t seem to look him in the eye. “Sorry... I just wasn't expecting this.”

“I uh... I'm sorry...”

When did you become this pathetic, Wakashi?! Hiyoshi wondered before forcing himself to look up at Kirihara with a twin pair of solemn dark brown eyes. “Are you sure?”

Kirihara nodded. He hadn’t been before, but it all made sense now. “Yeah... I've been thinking about it ever since that match...”

Hiyoshi nodded back before looking away again, thinking. He had never been faced with this before from someone whom he may actually like back. The thought terrified him. Standing abruptly, he commanded, “Get changed. We're leaving.” He needed to get them out of the privacy of the dojo before he said or did something he regretted.

Confused, Kirihara blinked and stood as well. “Hiyoshi...?”

Hiyoshi winced at his own tone. “Kirihara, get changed, please,” he tried a little more gently.

Kirihara nodded a bit and went over to start changing.

Hiyoshi’s entire day plan was gone. All thoughts were now occupied on trying to figure out what the hell to do. ‘I must seem like a crazy idiot right now,’ he thought and turned around to see Kirihara's back as he's changed. He took a moment to study his strong back for a moment then his searching gaze traveled upward to get another glimpse of his face as he turned around. There was nothing to be confused about, he had known for a while, but… “Kirihara...” his face reddened and he looked over at the opposing wall, “I think I may like you, too...”

Kirihara paused with his shirt in his hands and looked over at him with wide unbelieving eyes. “Y-you... do?”

Hiyoshi nodded red-cheeked, then realized Kirihara may not be looking at him, but couldn’t bring himself to look at him to see. In a quiet, timid voice he answered “Yes” then got mad at himself again for not being straightforward. He turned around to face him and looked him straight in the eyes stubbornly. “Yes. I like you.”

Kirihara swallowed down the lump in his throat and walked over to him, still holding his shirt in one hand at his side. “Hiyoshi...”

Hiyoshi tried to keep his voice hard and strong as Kirihara approached him. “Is that a problem?”

All Kirihara could do was shake his head and hug him.

It was so unexpected. Hiyoshi stumbled into the hug, every muscle in his body tense. He hesitated, then wrapped his arms around him in return, trying to figure out the proper way to hug him back since he wasn’t used to hugging people.

Kirihara held him close, embarrassed but happy. He kissed Hiyoshi’s cheek gently, letting his lips linger there, not sure what was okay.

Surprised by the kiss, feeling those lips on his skin, Hiyoshi sucked in a breath. “Am I... still your master for today?”

Curls bounced as the other boy nodded. “Of course...”

“Then... do that again?” Hiyoshi smirked.

Kirihara blinked, his smile grew and he leaned forward to kiss his other cheek.

Hiyoshi could feel himself smiling back as Kirihara pulled away again. His hand moved up to the back of his neck, inching him closer until he was only a hair’s breath away. “May I...?” he asked nervously. He didn’t think he’d ever been so nervous in his life.

The curly haired boy’s heart pounded loudly, his eyes slowly closing as Hiyoshi’s lips came closer. “Yeah...”

With palms sweating and heart pounding, Hiyoshi leaned in, hesitating just a moment to give him one last chance to back out. Tilting his head to the side slightly, he closed his eyes and pressed their lips softly together.

Kirihara shivered and pressed his lips back against Hiyoshi’s in a chaste, but oh so wonderful kiss that made his heart flip and feel like it was going to burst.

Hiyoshi meant to keep it brief, really, but when Kirihara responded… that somehow bypassed his intentions and he lingered, willing the moment to continue. It was so very different than every other kiss he'd ever received. Any clinging doubts about how he felt for the idiot disappeared as he returned the kiss, careful not to take it any further and kept his hands steady.

Kirihara hesitantly licked at his bottom lip and wrapped his arms tighter around his mushroom. His brain was too fuzzy and warm to think and he just wanted Hiyoshi to keep holding him.

Hiyoshi finally pulled back for a moment, breathing hard, brain scrambling for coherent thought. He looked at Kirihara with a questioning look in his eyes. “Have you done this before...?”

“K-kissed someone...?” Kirihara looked at him with flushed cheeks.

Hiyoshi blushed deeper, if possible, idly playing with the hairs at the back of the boy he was so fond of’s neck, rubbing his thumb over warm skin. “Yeah...”

“Yeah... When I was a first year...” was the mumbled answer.

Hiyoshi smiled, thinking he was really cute when embarrassed. He leaned in and softly caught his lips again. When Kirihara groaned quietly and kissed him back warmly, his heart felt like it was flying.
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