Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Believe in me ❯ The devil is not so evil ( Chapter 4 )

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

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

 

Believe in me

Chapter 4

 

 

Loud cry woke Kamio up. He was unable not to smile at the undying shouting and cursing. Obviously Kirihara was in bad mood ever since dawn. Was it the sugar again or the coffee-machine was decided to flood the whole kitchen or stop working? Once more the redhead wondered how anybody could be so clumsy with making coffee. Whatever. Although Kirihara always stood up before Kamio, Akira was the one making breakfast and cleaning after Akaya's poor attempts to make coffee or prepare meal. The shouting in the other room didn't stop, so Kamio decided it was time for him to interfere or eventually Kirihara would blow up the kitchen and that wasn't definitely a good opportunity.

 

“Bloody hell! That burns!”

 

That was the end. All reminders that he was sleeping a minutes ago were away. He stood up smiling amused and left for the kitchen. “Shit! Not again!” This time Kirihara was chucked making the coffee in the middle of the whole process and now he was trying to prepare breakfast. Poor results. The coffee was spilled all over the floor and while Kirihara was cleaning the mess, the food started to burn and the green haired boy was forced to remove it from the cooker, but naturally he succeeded to burn himself and now was whining and jumping and shouting and well, Kamio couldn't stop himself from laughing. This morning was nice! After 3 weeks living together Kirihara didn't manage to learn that it was better to leave the breakfast preparations to Kamio. The redhead tried his best not to burst into laughter again, but he just couldn't. The situation was so comical, that he wished to have video camera to immortalize Kirihara's morning experience. Kirihara's “Stop laughing!” brought him back to earth, but he couldn't stop even then.

“You look incredible this morning, Kirihara.”

“Just shut up and help me! Keep the teasing for another time or I'll backbite you!” This time Kirihara's irritation turned to Kamio very quickly. Time to save the poor room.

“Just step back and leave me handle the whole mess you had made. Really, Kirihara, you just had to wait for me.” Akaya smirked and looked amused at the redhead, all his anger washing away. What he was thinking, goodness only knows.

“Yeah, and you just would have been sleeping `till tomorrow. Anyway. I'm going to take a bath.” Kirihara made a face and the door slammed after his back. And only after a second Kamio heard “Have a nice cleaning, housewife!” Kamio smiled at the comment, but didn't resist adding after his roommate:

“I hope you'll drown, idiot!”

His shout was followed by loud chuckle and he begun fixing the mess with unintentional smile on his lips.

 

 

“Where's the sugar?” The same question every time.

“Again?” Smirk.

“You're the housewife; you should know where the damned thing is.” Wicked smile.

“Yeah, and you're the stray puppy, which I have sheltered?” Grin.

“Nope, I'm the lazy husband.” Roguish smile.

“I won't cook you anymore!” Threatening voice.

“You want divorce? I'm heartbroken!” Evil smirk.

“Kirihara!!!” Blush.

“I know you love me for that.” Petting on the head.

“Go to hell!” Anger.

“That's where I came from, darling.” Satisfied grin.

“You're impossible!” Remark.

“And you'll wash the dishes?” Licking his lips.

“Sure.” Laughing.

 

Remembering their conversation made Kamio's smile wider and he must stop himself from burst into laughter in the middle of his lectures. This guy was really impossible. Living with him was like hell. But even so… It was funny sometimes. “He just can make me angry at once, and after a minute I'll be collapsing with laughter. Teasing is like his second nature.” Kamio smiled again. And again. He couldn't stop smiling… until the object of his smiles caught his eyes and sent him one of his favorite smirks. Kamio was sure that Kirihara made him blush purposely! This bastard had wicked sense of humor. But still he found it pleasant every time, when he discovered something new about his roommate. Like his lack of skill in cooking or that he liked humming in the shower or that he always couldn't find where the sugar is. It was funny to see him looking for his socks or the way his eyes narrowed when he was making a project. The only sure thing was that the previous 3 weeks weren't boring at all. At first they were treating each other cold and hostile, but after few normal conversations and several silly comments on Kirihara's behalf everything fell into place and now Kamio was almost enjoying the life with his roommate. Almost. He got used to his strange habits and endless teasing, but still he wasn't completely comfortable with him. Nevertheless that was the Kirihara Akaya. One of the people he was supposed to hate to the marrow of his bones. But this morning he felt like he couldn't hate him at all. It was just like…

“Kamio-kun! Are you daydreaming?” strict voice took him out of his thoughtful state.

“Aa, sensei… I wasn't daydreaming! I was… I was just thinking.” Kamio felt his face reddening and tried not to look at Kirihara.

“Thinking? Thinking about what?” His sensei's smile was mean. Terribly mean.

“Oh, about Ki… about what you were explaining, sensei.” Now he was hearing Kirihara chuckle low and amused. Darn!

“Then Kamio-kun, can you repeat, what I was explaining?” Kamio sighed. “I'm in deep shit now!”

 

 

 

Kamio felt somebody take off his headphones. He yawned and turned around to face Kirihara, who was smiling again. His smirk hasn't left his face all day. It was so unnerving that Kamio swore never to think about him again. Not that he could keep his vow. Kirihara was just challenging him with that smirk.

“What now, Kirihara?” Kamio tried to act annoyed, but he failed miserable.

“I thought I could help you with your… homework?” How could he call this homework? That was a pure punishment for his daydreaming during lectures. And that was all Kirihara's fault!

“You're to blame for everything! You and your stupid grin!” Kamio was loosing it now. Just one word made him angry like nothing else.

“I am terribly sorry for making you think of me, Kamio.” This grin was awfully sly. Obviously Kirihara was playing with him again. Damn him and damn his stupid mind games! This guy would never learn how to play nice. Not that Akaya insisted to be the good guy, but still…

“I wasn't thinking about you, Akaya!” Kamio blushed. “Did I really say Akaya? That's the end of me!” Kirihara's smirk grew wider and he licked his lips.

“Wow, Akira-chan since when do you call me Akaya? I'm honored.” He was evil. Kamio knew it, and Kirihara knew it himself. Akira moaned in frustration.

“Stop calling me Akira-chan, moron!”

“Your wish is my command, master!” Kirihara giggled and Kamio threw his pillow at him. But the other boy just caught it mid-air and hugged it tightly.

“Oh, I'll be sleeping with two pillows tonight! Thanks, Kamio.” After those words Kirihara flopped on the bed with lazy smile on his face. He looked just like a playful cat. Or worse - devil, who had thrown on angel's clothes. Kamio smiled, but his anger didn't disappear completely.

“Give it back, Kirihara!” He reached out to pull it up, but the other only hugged the pillow tighter, stick his tongue at Akira and blinked slowly.

“Come and take it yourself or you're afraid to come near?” Kirihara's voice was challenging and deep with something, but what? Kamio couldn't understand, and he didn't want very much. Akaya was strange sometimes.

“I give up! You can have it, if you want it so badly.” The redhead turned around and went to the bathroom to wash his teeth and prepare for sleep. All the time he was mumbling how stupid the other boy was and how much he wanted to kill him. Not that much actually, but enough to smack him on the head or kick his ass… not very hard. When he came back into the bedroom he saw the pillow on top of his bed.

“What the…?” Kamio was startled. On his pillow was written with big black letters: “Akira-chan's pillow - You touch, you die.” Then he started to laugh hard until he could only sob through tears. This idiot was crazy!

“You're still alive, Kirihara…”

“I'm immunized against your poison, Akira-chan!” This stupid nickname was beginning to grow into a habit of him!

“Just call me Akira, forget the stupid “chan” or my pillow will really kill you!” In the moment he saw Kirihara's satisfied smirk, Kamio knew that everything with “Akira-chan” was intentional it order the redhead to make him call him “Akira”. This guy really had no bounds!

“Let's take over the world, Akira!” With these ridiculous words Kirihara turned to the wall and covered himself with the blanked over the head. Kamio smiled softly and whispered “Sweet dreams, idiot.”, before he also went to bed. But when he was just about to close his eyes, he heard quiet words.

“You know, my name's not idiot…”

“Sleep well, Akaya.” And the answer was purring laugh.