Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Believe in me ❯ Devil or angel? ( Chapter 9 )

Pairings: Kirihara Akaya/Kamio Akira

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of tennis. In fact I don't own anything except my big bad plushy wolf and lots of dirty thoughts.

 

 

Believe in me

Chapter 9

 

 

Kamio lit up his cigarette. Half empty box was rolling around him. He made a face and inhaled the smoke deeply and closed his eyes. He felt very depressed and his head hurt. May be it wasn't so good idea to drink last night. Well, it wasn't good at all. He felt like shit. Worse than shit. Damn it! How could everything turn so wrong? It was Kirihara's fault! Yeah, yeah it was. Still in denial, huh? Where the hell this Kirihara-like voice in his head did came from? Man, I'm so fucked up… Here it is again! Go away!!!! Was that the consequences of the hang-over - little Kiriharas in your head and the passionate desire to throw up?

“Yo, Kamio what's up?” Not that again! Right in front of him in all his might and glory stood Kirihara - beer in the hand and smirk on the lips.

“Get the hell out of here!” growled Kamio and threw his best death glare at the other boy. Well, it would be death but its effect was destroyed by the tears in his eyes.

“Wow, Kamio you look like shit.” informed him Kirihara with grin. Thanks! That helped a lot! Yeah, he looked like shit, he felt like shit - what was the difference anyway? Whatever.

“As if I don't know!” Kamio tried to look irritated but failed again miserably. Kirihara sprawled next to him, took gulp beer and lit up one of Kamio's cigarettes. So much for the lonely and filled with self-pity morning. The red-head felt more depressed if possible.

“So, are you going to spill it out yourself or do I have to ask?” That smirk was highly unnerving. And the story begins…

 

Flashback:

The first thing that Kamio realized after he came back to his senses was that he was in the middle of an empty street. The second was a hand shaking his shoulder and a voice calling his name.

“Hey, Kamio!” One of his friends from the university smiled at him. Hell, he wasn't in the mood for noisy friends.

“Oh, Taiki…”

“Something wrong?” His friend looked concerned…Kamio didn't feel like explaining so he just shuddered his shoulders and tried to smile weakly.

“Wanna go drink something? Yes, you want.” He grabbed Kamio by the wrist and pulled him towards the bar. The red-head felt very tired and didn't even try to resist. Right, he wanted to talk to somebody, preferably Shinji, but Taiki wasn't so bad choice. The boy was nice and he was one of his few friends outside his former teammates at Fudoumine. They entered the bar, sat down and Kamio started explaining…

 

“YOU KISSED HIM???” Taiki almost screamed in disgust “I didn't know you were such a freak! You're repulsing!” And then he left. Kamio felt… well, very bad couldn't describe it… It was worse. He ordered another drink and various thoughts came over him… He was just fucked up.

End of Flashback

 

 

“Nice!” announced Kirihara after hearing everything. NICE??? What was wrong with him? Was he so heartless to feel so happy for his roommate's misfortune? Kamio got angry.

“How can you be such idiot? You like when I'm upset! What am I for you - fuckin' toy or what?” Well, that was unexpected. Kirihara even forgot to smirk smoothly. Was Kamio so damned stupid or was he just acting? Whatever. Kirihara said to himself that those idiotic remarks won't make him angry. Well, he was just deceiving himself. He felt his blood boiling and his fists clenching. Hell, why was he ever the guilty one! Not only Kamio kissed him yesterday, but also he was shifting the responsibility upon Kirihara. Damn that red-headed bastard.

“What's your problem, baka?” His voice trailed stressing on `baka'. Kamio got incredible red and his whole self trembled with anger. At first crying and then trying to kill Kirihara with his glare. Hell, that boy switched his moods like handkerchiefs.

“You're my problem, you know… You're always like this - uncaring and selfish! I really can't stand you!” That was new. He couldn't stand him now. My my, Kamio was so childish. Adorable. Kirihara grinned at the thought which won him another insult from Kamio's kissable mouth.

“Bastard! What are you trying to achieve?” Hi hi hi. Yeah, kissable. Looking juridical the kiss they shared was a contract for lending the lower floor. And Kirihara was determined to complete this contract. His left little devilish horn was itching with anticipation.

“Well, you, naked, my bed… that sounds nice!” Kamio was blushing desperately and Kirihara was grinning like a madman with a purpose. “But at the moment I'm just trying to calm you down, but it doesn't seem it's working.”

“…” Kamio was speechless - eyes wide open, mouth trembling with not so well hidden anger and frustration, red locks of hair spread all over his face. Edible. Kirihara licked his lips. Yep, he had to get him now or he was going to die virgin… Well, not so virgin but that was not the point. He wanted Kamio now. And he wanted him badly.

“Well, if you calm down, we can finally start the fun part.” Kamio looked at him still silent and furiously blushing.

“…”

Kirihara smirked.

“If you're not going to use that mouth of yours, I can find a good application of it… in the terms of last night.” Kamio's lips were twitching now. He was ready to explode. And Kirihara would be very scared if he wasn't the devil himself. Or if he wasn't so occupied watching the beauty of his angry little cute demon. So damned fuckable.

“I HATE YOU!!!! YOU… YOU STUPID PERVERTED SON OF A BITCH!' Well, really nice explosion. The walls were trembling from the force of Kamio's screams. Anyone else would have been dead by now, but Kirihara just took out the stoppers from his ears and smirked evilly. Kamio was speechless. Again. Well, that was… surprising. And it hurt really badly. It felt like his heart was shattered to many pieces and he couldn't gather them all.

“HELL, YOU'RE THE WORST! YOU'RE SO LOW! How… How could you make fun of me in a moment like this! I HATE YOU… hate you… hate you…”

Kamio started sobbing and he fell on his knees, eyes wet and sparkling with unshed tears. Kirihara felt sting in his chest. He hadn't meant it to look like this. He was just trying to laugh Kamio out of his depression, but he only made it worst. He dropped next to Kamio and hugged him tightly. Kamio buried his head in Kirihara's neck and continued crying quietly. Kirihara's embrace was warm and affectionate. He stroked Kamio's silk hair whispering sweet word with no meaning in his ear. When Kamio was calm enough he looked Kirihara with deep dark eyes.

“I can't hate you, can I?” His smile was sad but full with hope in the same time. Kirihara smiled with affection and kissed away the tears from his eyes which closed immediately enjoying the warm touch. Kirihara smiled again and kissed tenderly Kamio on the lips. And the time went still…

 

 

Devils have hearts after all. They can laugh and cry. They even can smile. They can spread their wings and fly towards the sun.

 

 

A/N: I hope you liked the chapter. The next one is the lemon. Well, it's almost written and will be the last chapter. I intended to make this fanfic 15 chaps but I think this way would be better. But don't worry there will be a sequel I promise. I just want to torture poor little Kamio more. (Evil evil evil Nym-chan)