Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Believe in me ❯ Woah! Not him! ( Chapter 3 )

Pairings: Kirihara/Kamio, Kamio/Shinji in the past

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. Nyaaaa, I want!

 

Believe in me

Chapter 3

 

Kirihara was sitting on his bed with smirk on his face. He just was glad that he was the only one without roommate. All other students were separated in pairs and he was alone. Good for him. He didn't want to have anybody to share his room and valued his freedom. Kirihara sprawled on the bed, ready to take a nap. First year in university was hard and only after 2 weeks he was dead tired. Sleeping in the weekend was the thing he was waiting impatiently. “I can't believe! That's the first peaceful day after these 2 weeks!” Kirihara was thinking before he closed his eyes ready to fall asleep. But the desired sleep didn't come easy. Akaya was moving about in the bed, trying to get some sleep and cursing under his breath. Finally he stood up with the intention to make a cup of coffee and watch TV. Grunting and sighing he went to the kitchen. Fortunately he found some coffee in the coffee-machine. When he tasted it, he made a long face - too bitter. Whatever. He just had to find the sugar. And that was the big problem. He always couldn't remember where the sugar was.

“Where's the damn sugar again? Does it have legs or what? Damn!”

But mumbling couldn't help him. He opened the first cupboard - sugar nowhere to be seen. The second - nothing like sugar too. Turning the kitchen upside down left him irritated. So much effort for the stupid sugar. And yet the damned thing wasn't there. Well, bitter coffee tasted bad, but better that than nothing. Kirihara drained the mug and went to the living room, only to see the sugar bowl on the sofa.

“What are you doing here; you dumb…” his sentence was interrupted by a ring at the door. “…thing!” Slipping quickly into his shirt he opened the door at one scoop. In front of him was standing the dormitory supervisor.

“Good afternoon, Akimoto-san.” Kirihara greeted politely, calming the irritation in his voice.

“Kirihara-kun.” the supervisor nodded in return. Akaya noticed that Akimoto's voice sounded sharply than normal, which meant that the man was angry and that wasn't really pleasant thing in Kirihara's opinion. Akimoto was very strict and he inspired respect even in the greenhaired cheeky boy. He felt his breath quieten down when the supervisor opened his mouth to speak. Kirihara tried to remember if he had done something, but he knew he didn't. So he waited Akimoto to point the reason, he was here for.

“Kirihara-kun, probably you know that you're the only one without roommate?” The older man didn't wait to hear Kirihara answer in agreement and continued speaking. “You have been assigned to have a roommate finally and it's my duty to introduce him to you.”

Kirihara frowned slightly, but nodded. “Well, who cares? Not me.” He felt little disappointed, but it couldn't be such pain in the ass to have a roommate. Or so he thought. When he saw the boy stepping in front of him, all his thoughts washed away. He stared at the redhead and opened his mouth in disbelieve.

“Woah! Not him!”

Surprisingly it wasn't only him saying that. Kamio Akira had just said the same words of unpleasant surprise. Kamio flushed with anger, but Kirihara calmed down immediately and sent sly smirk to the other boy. This was interesting. A long forgotten threat for revenge popped in his mind.

“I don't want to be in the same dorm with him! Would you find me another roommate or something like that?” Kamio was speaking laud and fast as if he was driven to despair. Kirihara's smirk grew wider and he leaned on the door case.

“Well, I see you're still afraid of me. What a pity. I thought we could be friends.” His words were dripping with sarcasm and his smile was almost wicked. The whole thing was promising to become amusing for him. Just Kamio's angry face was making him feel evil and sadistic and he was wondering what will be the feeling to make the redhead shouting and him and trying to hit him. Well. He would know soon, very soon.

“Your friend? You must be crazy, freak!” Kamio was almost screaming. Just three sentences and he was so raging. How entertaining. He could continue driving him mad, but Akimoto was watching them with disapproval and something like growing anger.

“Calm down, idiot! Kill me, when we are alone.” That made Kamio more furious, but he took a deep breath and he turned to the supervisor.

“So, can I have another roommate?” His question was full of hope, but Kirihara knew Akimoto and changing dorms was something he definitely would not allow. Just the look in his eyes was showing him that Kamio's request would be rejected. The supervisor spoke with low, sharp voice glaring murderous at the redhead.

“No, you obviously cannot have. The rules in this university are simple and when it's said that you'll be in the same dorm as Kirihara-kun, you'll be. I won't allow otherwise.”

“But…”

“I don't care if you hate each other, Kamio-kun. You will follow the rules and that's all.”

Kirihara sensed that Akimoto was mad and although he wanted the supervisor to make mincemeat of Kamio, he didn't want to be involved.

“I'll handle him, Akimoto-san. Don't worry. We just had some bitter encounters in the past.” The man nodded and let Akaya to drag Kamio off in the room and shut the door with a forced “Have a nice evening, Akimoto-san.”

 

 

After Kamio entered the room, he threw his luggage on the floor and looked around helplessly. Kirihara was resting on the wall with his usual smirk on his face, but this time it was wider than ever. “Will I survive through this?” Uneasy feeling was stuck down his throat and it was so strong, that he wanted to throw up. Life with Kirihara wouldn't be easy at all. It would be like nuclear bomb, which is waiting to blow up. Absolutely not pleasant. Akira desired to shout at that smirking bastard, to take him by the throat, to draw blood out of him. How did he dare to call the time, when he broke Tachibana's leg or the time, when he hit him on the hand during that damned match five years ago, bitter encounters? This idiot was unbelievable! Blinding anger was tearing Kamio apart. Without noticing he was moved closer to Kirihara, his body tensed and ready to have a fight. But the reasonable little voice in his head was repeating him to stop or he would end up the way that green haired freak wanted. Eventually Kamio calmed down to the point, where he was only breathing hard and clenching his fists. The whole situation was ridiculous! Who could imagine, that going to the university would make him come across with one of the people, he hated the most! And on top of everything after 5 years! His hatred and rage were burning again with incredible force. But even so Kirihara was a person to fear. His slyness and quick mind were plain and Akira didn't think he could manage to surpass them. But if they were going to play the game, he wouldn't be in defense. And he was going to win.

“You! Don't stay there with that stupid smile on your face and show me, where the bedroom is!” To his annoyance Kirihara just made lazy expression and looked at him amused.

“Am I obligated, Kamio-kun? I don't think you're supposed to act this way with your roommate or am I wrong, Kamio-kun?” Kirihara's voice was low and almost purring. And the way he was saying his name was highly unnerving. He was making fun of him and Kamio was ready to burst out again. The redhead closed his eyes and imagined the hell, which was going to take place here from now on. It put him off so easy, that he shuddered with irritation. Unfortunately his shudder has been seen and Kirihara's laugh made the things worse.

“We are a little upset, aren't we, Akira-chan?” That was it. This stupid nickname broke the camel's back. He felt faint and without to sense anything, he rushed towards the other boy…

“You're going to get it, bastard!”

 

 

Ok, maybe he went over the top. Kirihara knew that his insults were maddening Kamio, but that was too much. He just wanted to raise hell, not fight. Kamio was really very hot-headed. When he saw the punch flying towards his face, only his quick tennis reflexes saved him. And Kamio was fast too. He was out of rhythm now, but his speed was unmatched. Too bad about the high-speed boy. Kirihara just caught Kamio's hand and pinned him to the wall.

“Take it easy, Kamio! You're not going to make this battlefield and I'm not going to fight with you! We're going to live together, no matter if you want it or not! Understand me? So calm down and think with your head!” Kamio's breathing was harsh and stuck. His eyes were wide and blazing with fire, but he bowed down.

“I… I went too far. But I'm not going to apologize. You started the whole thing… six years ago” Kirihara was regretting, but for what? For making Kamio angry or for hurting his pride?

“Look, I don't care if you hate me and I'm not going to be your friend. But it will be impossible to live here if we always fight.”

Kamio just nodded and calmed down. Akaya let a sigh of relief and showed Kamio were their bedroom was and tried to act nicely - not friendly, but at least he wasn't teasing and maddening the other. It was going to be hard to live together. And after this event he was feeling more tired than ever. But still something wasn't right. But what?

 

 

Late in the night, when they just went to bed Kirihara understood, what was praying constantly on his mind. He smiled at the boy, who was lying on the other bed.

“Kamio, are you asleep?” He heard quiet rustling and quieter “Yes?”

“My name is Kirihara Akaya, not you, bastard, freak nor idiot.” The only answer he received was laud laugh. Maybe everything was going to be all right. Maybe.

 

 

 

Author's notes: I just love Kirihara! He's so evil! Nyaaa, why aren't anime characters real?

Please read and review, it's my first fanfic and I'm eager to hear you opinions.