Yay, another chap finished even though it took me some time (grumble grumble)!! Another thanks to the reviewers!!
And a question; I'm not completely sure what's gonna happen further in the story… so if you have any suggestions I'd be glad!
I apologize for any mistakes.
Disclaimer: right… don't own.
With a tired sigh I closed the door of my apartment. I dropped the keys on the kitchen table and walked to the bathroom to make a nice, hot bathtub filled with mint smelling foam. I walked out of the bathroom to press on the on button of my computer and grabbed my favorite baby-blue pyjama-pants.
I decided to spoil myself a bit, considering the day I had. I would have loved to say it was just a regular one but nooo, Yukimura had to be a spoil-sport. Let me outline this weird day for you.
First, I had discovered that the foursome Kei-chan, Ryo-poo, Gen-baby and Mitsu-kun not just kept slept with eachother; one Yukimura Seichi sometimes joined them. Then, aformentioned Yukimura tried to rape me!? I only escaped his evil clutches through the entering of Atobe and Sanada. The blue-haired man apologized for molesting me and decided to make it up to me by treating with dinner at a five-star restaurant. Sanada and Atobe refused to let me alone with him and invited themselves. Honestly, I could've kissed them (I didn't, just for the record, cause that would be cheating on Dinant)! Yukimura was not pleased to put it lightly, but said nothing exept for the date of our dinner. I had to be at the Rainbow Room the next evening. He then left me two men who, I just saw, were only clothed in boxers. I immediately got red as a beetroot and averted my eyes. Damn, they looked even better without clothes! Luckily they both realized their state of undress and skipped to their bedroom. They returned with Tezuka and Echizen in tow. The two were definitely not happy! The rest of the day was spend in awkward silences and gumbling rich men. When it was time for me to go home, I was more than happy and practically ran out of the suffocating apartment.
I got out of bath and put on the pants. The computer was on and ready by now. With a happy smile I skipped excitedly over on the chair and checked my mail. Only two messages this day. One was from Dinant. I chuckled softly. He was good at a lot of things, from lecturing to surfing but he was completely helpless with writing a story as short as it may be. The average length for mail I got from was about five lines. But, you know what they say: short but sweet. The other was from… Koujiro! Yes yes yes. I jumped up and down from the chair before sitting again to read what he wrote with full attention.
Hey sweet snuggly buns, I laughed. Good one!
How've you been? I'm fine, in case you're wondering!:-) Just got back from vacation…
The rest of the letter he raved about some summerlove and another plea from him to come visit. It made me happy he wanted to see me but at the same time apprehensive.
I knew Saeki Koujiri for almost nine years now, but in those nine years of friendship I'd only seen him for about three months. When we met it was my first time in Japan visiting my grandparents in Chiba and my Japanese was kind of shaky. He was the cool guy of the neighbourhood and coincidently, lived next to my grandparents. We got along almost on first sight and spend the entire time in companionship of eachother. Where the one was, was the other. He taught me almost everything I should know about puberty, from girls (though that didn't really work out well) to wet dreams. It felt as if my heart was breaking when I had to leave (I had this tiny crush on him) but promised to keep in contact.
We wrote to eachother, and still do, about twice a month. Dinant was always complaining that my real relationship was with the computer instead of with him. I smiled at te memories and wrote back ro Koujiro, promising I would visit as soon as I had time. Then I closed the computer off and went to bed.
One day after the… uhum, incident we were sitting in relative calm silence in Atobe's room; they were working on the assignments I had given them and I was looking at the next few exercises. The atmosphere was relaxing but it was nowhere near calm in my head. I just couldn't imagine. They were all too dominant to… This thing kept bugging me… so I asked the million-dollar question.
'Which one of you is bottom?'
A perilous silence came over the room as they all raised their heads to look at me. To be honest, I was fighting the urge to bite my lip in a nervous habit. I was freaking out, their blank stares were absolutely terrifying, but I kept the amicable smile on my face.
And then they burst! It was like volcano only without the smoke.
They were laughing, all of them, so hard I was afraid their stomach would collapse. It took them some time to recollect themselves but, between gaspes for breath and aftershocks, they managed. Atobe was still chuckeling to himself while Ryome sat there with a smirk on his face. Sanada and Tezuka were almost back to normal, but they too let smiles flutter one their handsome faces.
Tezuka coughed in his hand to draw the attention to him and looked at me with his stoic expression though his eyes danced. 'Why, pray tell, would you like to know that, Fuji?'
I blushed unwillingly. 'Well, you see, I just can't imagine…' I stammered here and felt the blush rise. '…anyone of you being…'
'Bottom?' Echizen finished with a smirk. At this point they were all smirking, obviously thanks to my newfound shy side. I was really wondering what happened to me. When I was with them I suddenly felt selfconsious and at the same time I couldn't raise my inner mask for the life of me. I locked this knowledge away for a later hour, when I was ready to do some soulsearching. Now, I had more pressing business to attend, namely: four stupid and (grudgingly admitted) very handsome men.
Sanada scratched the back of his head in a out of character gesture, as if contemplating. 'We could always tell you, but you know what they say,' He grinned. 'an eye for an eye.'
I heard those words repeat themselves in my head over and over again as a sign of impending doom. I decided that it was not worth it. 'I really don't need to know…' Yes I do!
'Aww, come on Fuji. We'll just ask you a question. Nothing out of line, we promise.' Stupid Echizen.
'…Okay…'
They grinned at eachother exept for this one person who was struggling against the deathgrip on his mouth and making protesting figures through the air with his arms. I gaped incredulously.
'You probably have noticed already, seeing this.' Echizen smirked and removed his hand from the poor man's face. 'I think Monkey king didn't want you to know this piece of information.'
Atobe was flushed red with anger or embarressment or, more likely, both. 'Why did you do that!' He fixed a heavy glare on the other three who were not fazed. The rich narcissus took a few deep breaths and composed himself, though the red colour stayed stubborn on his face. He raised his head and looked at me with glinting eyes. 'It's not always me you know. They all have been in that position.' He began rambling about a lot of crap while the rest of us looked very amused. I smirk smiled. Atobe acted as though he had to justify himself to me. Nothing was less true. But still, it was funny.
The hotel owner finally silenced and looked at me expectantly. I just smiled some more and focused again on the assignments in the book on my lap. I heard Atobe grumble and get soothed by Sanada.
'Fuji.' Tezuka called for my attention. I 'hmpht'ed and waited for him to continue. 'It's your turn now, remember?' I blanched.
Atobe visibly perked up hearing this and opened his mouth… 'Why are your eyes always closed?' …but Echizen was faster.
It was certainly a strange question. I expected something of the same (sexual) content as I asked but I should have known. Echizen always did the unexpected. My smile became inquiring but the young tennisstar just shrugged his shoulders and turned the full force of his golden eyes on me. I sighed; there was no way I could refuse this. 'I suppose it's because my mother always did the same, and ,' I paused and saw that they were listening to everything I said, 'because I can… I suppose.'
'That's all?'
'Well, I guess it also adds in appeal. People told me they found it very mysterious.' They were still waiting, as if knowing there was more. 'And I really shouldn't open my eyes, because… well… it scares them.'
Echizen snorted. 'How the fuck can eyes be scary, especially yours! I mean, look at you, it seems as though the slightest gust of wind can knock you of your feet!' I gave him a highly insulted stare and tried to look as intimidating as I could. Echizen just looked amused at my pitiful attempt.
'The intensity of eyes should not be underestimated, Ryo. It can bring the most powerful of men to his knees.' Tezuka spoke up. The younger tennis-player just scoffed and gave me a challenging look.
'Well, we're waiting. Show us!' He demanded.
I shook my head at both his request and his tone.
Echizen glared. 'When do you open your eyes then?' Again, not so much as a question, as an order.
I just sighed and answered. 'When I'm scared, or surprised, happy…' I trailed off.
They were all watching me with hawk-like eyes. 'So we just have to scare you to let you show us your eyes?' I snorted unelegantly. I wasn't really easily scared. But one look at Echizen and Atobe made me groan. There was determination shining in their eyes and I knew they were going to pull everything out of the closet to see my eyes. I almost opened my eyes just to stop them from making an effort but thought better of it. This could be benificia for me, and besides, I didn't have fun in what felt like ages. The sadistic smirk could just be kept in.
'If you don't want to show us tell us what colour your eyes are.' Ahh Sanada. So he was also fascinated.
I tapped with my index finger angainst my chin in mock contemplation. 'No. Finish your exercizes.' Atobe looked as if he was going to protest. I gave him a closed-eyed glare 'All of you.' He snapped his mouth shut and dug into his book. I would have giggled but this was really not the right place (if I did Atobe surely would have a fit). Even so, it was really funny to see the effect I had on all of them. They liked me and, I still don't understand how, respected me. I had the same influence on them as they had on me, or, at least, in some aspect.
The rest of the hour was finished in no time. They were working hard (exept for a half-witted attempt of our beloved cat-eyed man to scare me when I was reading… sigh). The walk home went just as easy as the lesson and made me luckily more calm. Today was the much anticipated dinner-date with Yukimura, and I really didn't feel like going. But Yukimura promised me nothing bad happen (to me) and looked honestly sorry. Besides, I've never been to a five-star restaurant in my life before.
I pulled nice-looking clothes out of the closet. A black khaki pants and a expensive blue shirt would have to satisfy them. I scoffed. Atobe had threatened to cut my paychenk in half if I did not dress nicely. He did not appreciate my retort.
'Of course, Atobe-uke.'
I ran out of the apartment to save my life.
A laugh bubbled up in my throat. They had given something to me that they really should have kept to themselves. My smile widened in a smirk.
Blackmail!
I hailed a cab and ordered it to the Rainbow Room. The restaurant stood proudly in the center of Tokyo. It was a large building with pillars up front. The name hang down in beautiful golden letters. I stood before the building feeling very much insecure. This was soo not my world!
I was having second thoughts about this. I wanted to walk away and don't look back but, as I turned around, there was Seichi. He stood there gazing at me, a speculative look on his amazing face. I smiled nervously.
'No running away, Syusuke? Then, lets go in.' He walked up to me and took my hand. I pulled back, wanting him to let go but he strenghtened his hold and smiled serene. 'We are all waiting for you.'
Ooh dear God!