A/N: Fluff, pure fluff…almost entirely…;) I hope you enjoy it. Thank you again for the reviews, and, of course, for reading!

Chapter Seven

It didn't take them long at all to find the car. Especially once Oishi realized Eiji's key chain had a button that flashed the lights on and off. Eiji swore he had never noticed it before, and Oishi tried not to laugh. Eiji seemed tired, and he gladly accepted the offer to be driven home, even though this meant he would have to drive Oishi back to get his car at some point later. Somehow, it didn't seem to matter to either of them.

In the car, Oishi listened to Eiji's voice direct him through the unfamiliar streets. He was enjoying Eiji's presence, feeling lucky to be next to him, and also feeling somewhat relieved because even though it seemed like it had been forever, he realized now that Eiji hadn't changed so much, after all. Oishi found that there was an amazing amount of comfort he could take in this, despite the fact that there were so many things he was uncertain about.

He was surprised also, after a few minutes, to find that they weren't headed to the dorms. Eiji had apparently had some problems with his roommate and had moved off campus several months ago. His parents had promised to pay his rent, for the time being, as long as he didn't lose his tennis scholarship because of his grades.

Eiji supplied this information, when Oishi asked, but aside from that, they were mostly silent during the car ride. Though he tried to tell himself Eiji was just tired, Oishi realized he was still afraid of Eiji's silences more than anything. He was trying to tell himself again not to worry, that everything would be fine, when Eiji reached over suddenly and touched his hand.

"Thank you," Eiji said quietly.

Oishi glanced at Eiji in surprise, watching him shrug out of the corner of his eye. "Just for being here, for being Oishi," he explained.

Oishi stared at him for a second, before turning his eyes back to the road. "I missed you," he said honestly, trying not to wonder how this was possible, and trying not to worry what would happen next.

Because he knew that sometimes despite what seemed logical, Eiji had a way of bringing out the best in a situation, and that this was exactly why he loved him so much. And besides, Oishi told himself, he had decided a long time ago that he would do anything to make Eiji happy and to make things ok between them. Despite everything that had happened, he figured that his determination at least had to count for something

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Inside Eiji's apartment, Oishi was surprised to find that it was fairly clean, almost to the point of not looking lived in. He wondered, as he pulled off his shoes, and Eiji did the same, if perhaps Eiji's parents had arranged for some kind of cleaning service. He glanced around, and then gave Eiji a puzzled look.

Eiji seemed to know exactly what he was thinking, and smiled self-consciously. "I just moved in a few months ago," he explained, "And I'm not home much."

Oishi smiled. The more he looked around the room, the more pieces of Eiji he could see falling into place. Five or six schoolbooks were scattered across the small table in the living room, some of them still open, with corresponding notebooks lying on the floor, and under the table as well. Finals must be coming up, Oishi was thinking. Or maybe Eiji had started studying on a regular basis, but somehow Oishi doubted it.

For some reason, Oishi felt at home here, with Eiji. He had missed level of comfort so much, and it felt really good, but he couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with him, feeling like this right now, when there was still so much he needed to say to Eiji, and so much that he needed to have Eiji explain to him. But right then, Oishi really just wanted to hold onto this feeling.

Oishi looked towards the kitchen, and turned to Eiji tentatively, "Are you hungry? I can make us something, if you want?"

Eiji nodded in agreement, as he turned his head, studying Oishi for a moment.

Oishi walked into the kitchen, relieved to be able to do something normal like this right now. He had just turned around, and was peering into the cabinets trying to find something edible, when he felt standing Eiji behind him. He went to face him, but Eiji had already wrapped his arms around Oishi's chest, making him shiver, because the contact had pressed his damp clothes against his skin. Oishi paused for a moment, before he turned, wanting to see Eiji's face.

Eiji looked up at him cautiously. "Eiji," Oishi said quietly, "You don't have anything here except ramen." Oishi was happy when he heard him laugh softly. "We could probably order food too, if you're hungry for something else?"

Eiji pulled back, looking at Oishi and shaking his head. "It's ok…"

"I don't believe you. You realize I'm offering take-out, right?" Oishi said, and Eiji laughed again, wiping away a few tears with the back of his hand. Oishi watched him, knowing better than to ask Eiji what was wrong, because he was pretty sure that he already knew exactly how Eiji felt. "But either way, Eiji, I think we have to eat something, even if it's just ramen."

Eiji nodded in agreement, and then stood there for a few seconds, staring at Oishi, his expression unreadable. Oishi was just about to ask him what he was thinking, when Eiji suddenly shivered. "Oishi, we should change clothes. I'm cold," he explained.

Oishi kept forgetting that they were still pretty much soaking wet, and smiled, because Eiji was pouting a little.

"Do you want to borrow something?" Eiji asked, pulling away slightly, and taking a step backwards. "Then we can eat, ok? Ramen?" Eiji winked, and Oishi felt his stomach flutter as he nodded, wondering if Eiji had any idea sometimes the effect he had on him, even now, when he was worried and had a million things on his mind.

He followed Eiji with his eyes, as he turned the corner. Then Oishi could hear Eiji rummaging around through his drawers, and he smiled, thinking that there was no way Eiji's bedroom could possibly be as clean as the rest of the apartment. He wondered how large a pile of clothes Eiji was making on the floor, and tried not to worry about anything, as he started to prepare their food.

Then Oishi heard his name, and he set down the bowls, following the sound of Eiji's voice into his bedroom.

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"Eiji, I really missed you," Oishi said finally, out of breath, wondering if it was good or bad that he had suddenly forgotten about talking to Eiji about anything serious, and that any tension he had felt was quickly fading away.

"Mmmm," Eiji murmured, kissing Oishi back with an intensity that set all of Oishi's senses on alert, and pushed his remaining worries from his mind.

Oishi really wasn't sure how they had managed to end up on Eiji's bed like this, on top of the clothes Eiji had tried to lend Oishi, but he was positive it had something to do with Eiji being irresistible, as always.

Why had Eiji even called him in here anyway, Oishi wondered for a second, but this thought rapidly became a blur as Oishi gasped, feeling Eiji's fingers slide up under his shirt. His stomach quivered inside as he felt the warmth of Eiji's fingers on his skin, and Oishi's mind quickly clouded over with desire. He moved automatically, allowing Eiji to pull his wet shirt from his body, and sighed as Eiji settled back down next to him, feeling the bare skin of Eiji's stomach against him, where his shirt had lifted.

Eiji kissed Oishi again, and pressed his body against him, almost moving on top of him, and Oishi moaned softly. Oishi's hand moved instinctively underneath Eiji's shirt, the feel of Eiji's smooth skin under his fingers sending a chill down his spine. Oishi's heart was pounding, harder than it had in months, it seemed, when suddenly he felt Eiji's entire body tense up around him.

Eiji froze, and then he started to move away, hesitantly, looking down at Oishi with a strange expression on his face.

Oishi sat up immediately, and touched Eiji's arm, confused. "Eiji, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

But Eiji was shaking his head, and getting up from the bed, "No, it's not your fault." His face was flushed, and Oishi thought he could see tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry; I'll be right back, ok?"

Oishi watched Eiji walk across the room, and into the bathroom. He really had no idea what had just happened. He tried to think if he had been pushing Eiji, but either way Oishi thought about it, it seemed like, if anything, Eiji had been pushing him just then. Or maybe they had both gotten carried away.

Oishi quickly changed into the clothes Eiji had gotten out for him, and looked towards the bathroom. The door was open a crack. When Eiji hadn't come back and it had been a few minutes, Oishi stood up and crossed the room. He knocked on the door lightly, but with the weight of his hand, the door fell open.

Eiji was sitting on the edge of the bath. His shirt was off now, and Oishi could see that there was a large bruise around his neck that spread down over his collarbone, to his chest. There were other smaller cuts and bruises on his back and chest too. Oishi knew what bruises and marks from tennis on Eiji looked like, and these were different.

"Eiji, what-" Oishi moved towards him, but Eiji pushed his hands away and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around himself. In that split second though, Oishi noticed that the skin was rubbed raw around Eiji's wrists, where his wristbands had been covering perfectly before.

Oishi was shocked, and couldn't think for a second. Until now, he had really been trying to push what Fuji had told him out of his mind. But there was no denying this now, when Eiji was right here. Eiji obviously hadn't wanted him to see this, and suddenly Oishi was thinking terrible thoughts, and was remembering what had happened outside the locker room when he was waiting for Eiji to come out. Oishi found himself wondering also, about what had taken Eiji so long then, and he felt his face getting warmer, the more he thought of this. He was jealous, so incredibly jealous, that someone, that that person had seen Eiji like this, had touched him…

But then Oishi looked at Eiji, realizing that he was crying, quietly, and his reaction changed instinctively. Regardless of how much sense it made, as always, Oishi felt everything fading away, except his concern. Suddenly it didn't matter how those marks had gotten there. The only thing that mattered was Eiji, and whether or not he was ok.

Oishi let out the breath he had been holding, and moved towards Eiji, sitting down on the floor next to him. He leaned back against the bath, and Eiji looked down at him, surprised. He hesitated at first, before he allowed Oishi's arms to wrap around him, and pull him gently onto his lap. Oishi grazed a finger along Eiji's neck, and felt him wince. "Eiji, these bruises, your wrists…" he began quietly. "They're not from tennis, right?"

Eiji shook his head, and Oishi could feel his body tensing up again. "Eiji, it's ok. Fuji told me," he said quietly. "A long time ago."

Eiji looked up at him, shocked.

"I don't know how he found out, but you know Fuji…"

Suddenly Oishi could feel Eiji's body shaking with the quick, shallow breaths he was taking in. He could tell that Eiji was panicking, when he said, without meeting Oishi's eyes, his voice sounding desperate, "Oishi… kiss me…please…" Then he looked up at Oishi, his eyes wide, "Please, Oishi? Please…"

Oishi could feel the relief rushing at him in a wave when he touched his lips to Eiji's. Oishi tried as hard as he could to kiss away the anxiety and vulnerability they were both feeling, and he was happy when he felt Eiji start to relax after a minute. Oishi didn't want to break the kiss; he was beginning to convince himself that maybe they didn't have to talk about anything, but Eiji pulled away, explaining breathlessly, "See, I can't do…that, with anyone else. Oishi, I've never even kissed anyone but you. Ever. There's no one but you Oishi. Only you, I promise, ok?"

I don't understand, Oishi was thinking. "But you…" He said, his voice trailing off, as he shook his head. He touched Eiji's wrist lightly. "Does it hurt?"

Eiji shook his head, embarrassed, and started to get up from Oishi's lap. Oishi held him tightly though, and said simply, but forcefully, "No."

"Eiji, please…" Oishi's voice trailed off again, before said with more conviction, "Please tell me about it. I want to understand."

And then Oishi leaned over, and pressed his lips against Eiji's cheek lightly. "Eiji, tell me why."

Eiji just stared at him, as if he wasn't sure if Oishi was really serious.

"It's ok, I won't be mad. I just want to know." Oishi was quiet for a second. "Eiji, please. You promised."

Eiji paused for a long moment, and Oishi watched him, realizing that he had absolutely no idea what Eiji would say, or how much it would hurt him to hear this. He knew that he needed to hear it though, and that he needed to hear it now.

"I…I don't know what to say, Oishi. I just…when you left…it hurt so much. I really didn't think you would ever come back. I convinced myself that you were gone forever…" Eiji stopped for a second, taking a deep breath. "Oishi, I knew that you were still there, that you loved me, but I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't function. I couldn't think. It didn't seem normal, but I didn't know what to do. It honestly felt like you were dead."

"But Eiji…" Oishi said quietly. "We made promises to each other. I told you I would come back."

Eiji shook his head, "I just wanted you to stay. Nothing you said mattered to me, unless you stayed…and you didn't…" Eiji was crying again now, and his voice was sounding more and more agitated. "I was so sad… It was really hard for me…to be alone. I….I needed something, Oishi. Something that wouldn't remind me of you at all. I'm sorry…" Eiji's voice trailed off. His shoulders were shaking, and he was crying hard, losing control.

"Eiji, it's ok."

"No, no…It's not…. When you touched me before, I was embarrassed…I…"

"Eiji, I'm not judging you." Oishi took his hands and held Eiji's face, wiping away his tears. "I'm telling you that it's ok. Otherwise why would I be here, right?" And Oishi tried to smile.

"I…I don't want you to be…angry. I don't want you to…hate me…." Eiji said between ragged breaths. "Oishi, do you hate me?"

"I could never hate you, Eiji." Oishi held him close. "Never," he said again.

He touched Eiji's wrist lightly. "But Eiji, you know I can't…do this. I could never…hurt you like this. Even if you wanted me to."

Eiji looked up at Oishi, surprised. He shook his head, and said quietly, "All I want is for you to kiss me, Oishi."

Oishi was quiet, and Eiji said again, "Oishi, please..."

Oishi knew what he was asking, and he realized that needed this right now too, maybe as much as Eiji seemed to. They kissed for a long time. Finally after a while, Oishi pulled away, reminding Eiji that they needed to eat, that their bowls of ramen were waiting. Eiji got up, slowly, in agreement, and Oishi followed.

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"I thought you knew. Why I couldn't talk to you. I thought I told you."

Eiji set down his bowl of half-finished ramen on the table, and shifted his legs under the table to make himself more comfortable. He looked at Oishi, and wondered how he never seemed uncomfortable, even sitting on his knees like that for a long time. Oishi's family was more traditional than Eiji's though, he figured. Eiji sighed, knowing he was getting distracted from the conversation, and he looked at Oishi, who was staring at him, looking slightly sad.

"Eiji, I didn't know. You really confused me. I thought it would be ok, if I could just see you." Oishi sighed, "That flight was so expensive. I'm still paying off my credit card!" Then Oishi laughed, but it sounded forced. "Seriously though, I thought I was trying really hard, and doing what you wanted."

Eiji knew that Oishi wanted to talk, but he was tired of being sad. And thinking about his birthday, and about Oishi being gone was starting to make him want to cry again. Now that Oishi was here, Eiji just wanted to be close to him. He was trying anyway though, to talk, since that was what Oishi wanted. But there was a lump in his throat, when he looked at Oishi. And Eiji just kept wanting to ask him if he would please kiss him, again, but knew that this would be silly, if he just kept asking him the same thing over and over. Oishi would think he was crazy…

"I'm sorry, Oishi," was all he could manage. Oishi was staring at him, and it was making Eiji shift uncomfortably again. He wanted to stop talking, but he knew that this wouldn't be fair, especially after Oishi had listened to him ranting all night.

"You told me you hated me, that you never wanted to speak to me again. But I should have known. I should have, I don't know, broken down your door or something." Oishi smiled, but Eiji could see that his eyes were filling with tears. "I still can't believe I stayed out there all night."

"You did?" Eiji really hadn't known this. And now he was feeling the lump in his throat again, because he was remembering now how sad he had been that night. Eiji knew that he had acted like an idiot, but he didn't feel like being reminded of it like this.

"Of course I did!" Oishi was trying to smile, but he looked sad. "I really thought you would come out, at least the next morning, for food, or something."

"The dorm had a cafeteria inside," Eiji said quietly.

"Eiji, seriously…" Oishi looked at Eiji, and Eiji felt his heart tensing up, and he was sure that he was going to cry if Oishi kept looking at him like that. "That was the worst night of my life. I wish I could understand why you did that."

Eiji was quiet for a long time, before he said tonelessly, trying hard not to cry, and trying not to be upset, even though inside he was going crazy, missing Oishi, when he was right there, "You left me, Oishi. And I told you. You were going to do it again. It was my chance. I'm sorry."

Eiji was standing up, because he had to move away, or he knew he was just going to grab Oishi, and kiss him, even though he knew this would be inappropriate, especially since he was feeling almost angry with Oishi right now, for doing this to him, for having this effect on him. He really didn't want to say anything else, but he couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Oishi, I told you I couldn't do it, that I couldn't be alone…I told you. I'm not…like you, Oishi... I needed you." He looked down at Oishi, his eyes flashing, before he threw himself onto the couch, pulling his knees toward him, and trying to stop his heart from pounding in his ears.

"I need you too, Eiji."

Eiji felt his heart relax for a second, but then he shook his head angrily, because he knew Oishi was just saying that, just saying the words, and he really didn't think Oishi knew what he meant. Of course he didn't. "You don't need me. Not like that. You were fine."

"I wasn't fine, Eiji. You have no idea..." Oishi looked at him like he was going to cry. "I missed you too. I was sad too, ok?"

"It's not the same. I need you too much, Oishi. I love you too much..." Eiji was panicking, as he wondered if this was true, and if now maybe Oishi would realize that this was true, and then he would leave. Eiji was seconds away from asking Oishi again to please, please kiss him when he heard Oishi sigh.

"That's not possible, Eiji, you know that…"

Oishi stood up, and walked over to the couch. He sat down beside Eiji, facing him, and kissed him, his forehead, his cheeks and then his lips. Then Oishi lay back, pulling Eiji close to his chest. Eiji could feel his warm breath on his neck, and could hear Oishi's heart thumping rapidly against his ear.

Finally, when Eiji just couldn't stand it any more, he whispered, trembling, "Oishi… please…"

Oishi could hear the longing in Eiji's voice; he knew what he was asking this time too, and that there was probably no point in trying to resist. He kissed Eiji, deeply, feeling a pulse of electricity that sent a series of shivers and a rush of adrenaline through Oishi's body before he finally closed his eyes, conceding.

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"Eiji…" Oishi whispered, and reached over to pull the blanket more securely over Eiji's back. It was late, Oishi realized, glancing at the clock on Eiji's television, and he had no idea what time Eiji had to wake up the next morning. They were still on the couch, though Oishi didn't remember falling asleep.

He could feel Eiji starting to wake up, and he couldn't help smiling, as Eiji snuggled closer to him. His body felt so warm, and Oishi was thinking that nothing could compare to this, to how wonderful it felt, being so close to Eiji right now.

"Oishi, nya…" Eiji's voice was sleepy, and his eyes were closed but he was smiling. His kiss was so sweet, that Oishi felt himself melting into it, before he even realized what was happening.

He pulled away after a second though, remembering that at least one of them had to be responsible. "Eiji, what time do you have to wake up? Do you have practice in the morning?"

Oishi took one look at Eiji, whose eyes were open now, and smiled at the sleepy look of confusion that stayed on his face, even as he nodded in response to Oishi's question. "If we wake up early, we can have breakfast together, and then I can drive you to practice. I want to stay and watch you too, if you don't mind."

Oishi watched the smile spreading on Eiji's face, "And then we can go wherever you want, ok?"

Eiji nodded, his eyes sparkling mischievously, as he asked softly, "A date, Oishi?"

Oishi nodded, "A date. Wherever you want." And he smoothed back Eiji's hair.

Eiji smiled and then wrinkled his nose, suddenly remembering that he was naked and sweaty, pushing Oishi's hand away. "Nya, Oishi, I'm all sweaty…"

"I don't mind, but…I can get the bath ready for you, if you want? It's late, but…"

"Oishi, it's my house…"

"Yeah, but it's my fault you're sweaty, right?" Oishi winked, and Eiji laughed. "Besides, I want to take care of you tonight, ok?"

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They had both finished their baths and Eiji was now lying on his stomach, as instructed, as Oishi rubbed his back, trying his best not to hurt him. Eiji kept squirming around though and Oishi couldn't help but laugh, until he reminded himself that these weren't cuts and bruises from acrobatics, but... Oishi just couldn't think about that any further right now.

"Eiji, you really have to take better care of these, ok?"

Oishi carefully applied ointment, and placed bandages over anything that looked like it would hurt if it rubbed against Eiji's clothes. Oishi stopped for a second, running his hand over Eiji's skin. Eiji whimpered, and rolled over, sitting up. He brought Oishi's fingers to his lips, kissing them softly.

Oishi sighed.

"What?"

Oishi shook his head.

"Nya, Oishi, what?"

"Eiji," Oishi looked at him seriously. "I'm worried about you, ok?"

Eiji took a deep breath. "Oishi, all you have to do is come to practice tomorrow with me. Everyone knows about you. Trust me, ok?"

"What do you mean, everyone knows?"

Eiji stared at Oishi for a second, "From the Golden Pair, you know?"

Oishi still looked confused, and Eiji continued, "Trust me, they know. And so, well… when they see you there, they'll just assume we're together again…" Eiji's voice trailed off.

"Are we?" Eiji asked suddenly, and he looked at Oishi long and hard, studying him.

"Eiji, how can you even ask me that?" And Oishi leaned forward, kissing his forehead. "Unless you don't want-"

"Oishi!" Eiji protested, kissing Oishi and then pouting. "You know that's what I want. More than anything."

"Well, well, because you can't get rid of me now!" And Oishi pushed Eiji back on the bed, snuggling close to him, until Eiji let out a small groan.

"Eiji, I'm sorry! I keep forgetting!"

But Eiji shook his head. "No, I don't care; I want you close to me. I don't care if it hurts."

There was a slightly awkward silence, and Oishi stared at him. He really didn't know how to respond to that. "Eiji…"

"Oishi…" Eiji whined. "I told you I'm fine."

Oishi stared at him for a second, and then smiled, still concerned, but figuring he should probably give up for tonight. "Eiji, it's late, and you need to get some sleep, ok? We need to get up in…." Oishi glanced at Eiji's alarm clock, "Four hours and forty two minutes."

"I hate Sunday practices," Eiji whined, and then he sighed. "But it's only a couple of hours, at least."

"And then you can show me around, school and the tennis courts, ok? Maybe we can even play later?"

Eiji nodded, and yawned.

This was all the prompting Oishi needed, and he turned out the light, and settled down next to Eiji.

They lay there in silence for a few minutes in the dark, before Eiji said softly, "Ne, Oishi?"

"Yeah?"

Eiji didn't say anything for a minute, and Oishi whispered, tentatively, "What is it?" When he received no response, he tried again, "Eiji?"

Eiji didn't understand why his eyes were filling with tears. "I don't know, Oishi…I'm just tired…" Then he paused, realizing what it was, and said, even though he knew it would sound silly, "I wanted you to come sooner."

"Eiji, I'm here now, ok? And I'm really happy. Are you happy?"

"Of course I'm happy, Oishi…" Eiji whispered, feeling the corners of his mouth pulling into a smile. He kissed Oishi, as he wiped the tears from his face, realizing that he really was happy, and that this was probably all that mattered right now. After a second he yawned, sleep pulling him in. "Oishi, I'm so tired. I don't know if I can wake up tomorrow…"

"I'll carry you there if I have to, ok?" Oishi was joking, but he could tell that Eiji was pondering this seriously.

"Mmmm. I love you, Oishi."

"I love you too Eiji, more than anything." And Oishi kissed him again, pulling him closer.

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One Week Later

Eiji's eyes fluttered open sleepily, and he blinked several times, and then smiled happily when he realized that there were bright green eyes staring down at him. He wondered if Oishi had been trying to wake him up for a while. He wasn't sure how he did it, but lately Oishi always seemed to wake up before him. It almost made him feel lazy, but he couldn't really say that he minded. It was a nice way to wake up, after all.

Eiji shivered as he felt Oishi's fingers lightly stroking his hair, and then he felt the warmth of his breath close to his ear as Oishi whispered his name. Eiji snuggled closer to Oishi, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's neck, feeling very, very lucky to be here right now.

"Nya, Oishi…What time is it," he asked quietly, his voice groggy.

"It's still early." Oishi looked down at Eiji, marveling at how Eiji's eyes always shined so brightly in the morning, even after just a few hours sleep. "Are you hungry? We probably still have time to get breakfast, if you want?"

Eiji shook his head, and shifted around so that he could prop himself up on one arm, and so that he could look at Oishi evenly.

"You're not hungry?"

Eiji shrugged, and then smiled bigger. "I just want to stay here with you."

Oishi traced a line down the side of Eiji's face in a gentle caress, "But if you don't eat something, you'll get extra tired during practice, Eiji."

Eiji smiled again. It was funny, there was something in the way Oishi said his name sometimes that made his breath catch, even though it was no different than what everyone else called him. He sighed contentedly, wondering again at how incredibly lucky he was.

Oishi was staring at him strangely, like he was in some kind of trance, and Eiji was about to ask him what was wrong, when Oishi suddenly planted a kiss on his lips.

"Eiji, do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?" He returned Eiji's look of surprise with another kiss. "You're amazing, Eiji. I'm so lucky."

"Nya, Oishi! I was just thinking the same thing!" Eiji was about to say how weird it was when they did that, but Oishi was kissing him again, all over his face, and down his neck, and then working his way back to Eiji's lips.

When he knew that Eiji couldn't wait anymore, Oishi ended his last kiss with a slight nibble, tasting the sweetness of Eiji's skin. Eiji moaned and moved closer, dipping his tongue hungrily between Oishi's lips and enjoying the noise Oishi made in response.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Eiji wondered if he was going to end up being late for practice today…again… And then all Eiji could feel was the kiss, and Oishi. It filled him with a glowing warmth and happiness and then Eiji was lost again, in complete and total bliss.

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-OWARI-

A/N: Thank you so, so very much everyone for reading and reviewing! I still have ideas floating around, but I will end this for now, and maybe revisit them here later…though I am tempted also to play around with Fuji and Tezuka's story too, since I sort of hinted around at that back in a previous chapter, but I'm not sure yet. :) Anyway, please review and let me know what you think of this last chapter, hopefully it wasn't completely gratuitous! ;) (Well, even if it was gratuitous, at least it was a happy ending, right?)