Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Reunited; Divided ❯ Eiji ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Reunited; Divided

Author: Hex

Pairing: Golden Pair

Rating: R

Warnings: Aged boys, mild lime, mild angst, stupid humor.

 

Eiji hummed and bobbed his head to the beat.

 

"I'm feeling the rhythm."

 

Eiji couldn't resist chuckling at his own joke, but half way through found himself choking on it.

 

He wondered when it was exactly that he had stopped thinking of his cherished time at Seigaku. An unusual stillness came over Eiji as sadness curled around him. He felt almost as if he had betrayed his friends by not thinking about them. Then Eiji smiled to himself and started to bounce and hum again.

 

He doubted his friends would hold it against him. They would tease him, look at him with forced pouts plastered on their faces, get revenge on him, make him drink some hideous juice to improve his memory, but they would never hold it against him. Eiji smacked his lips and made a sour face. Two years and he could still taste Inui's concoctions on his tongue. He shivered in revulsion and pushed the thought away.

 

Eiji bounced up from his seat with new enthusiasm. He would go home and look at his picture albums, then he would E-mail Momo and make fun of him. Eiji grinned and practically skipped off the bus. He was almost ready to do a dance of celebration. Tormenting Momo was an event utterly worthy of dancing about. A hand clamping down on his shoulder had Eiji spinning around, ready to defend himself. Eiji planted his feet and brought his hands up only to drop them to his sides and stare.

 

"Oishi?" Eiji none too gently pulled the tiny ear phones from his ears.

 

Oishi smiled brightly at him to the point of beaming, but Eiji only half noticed it. Oishi was taller, his hips seemed to be even narrower, but it might have been that his shoulders were simply broader then Eiji remembered, or it could have been the jeans. The tight, hip-hugging, ass cupping sort of jeans that Eiji was surprised to see Oishi wearing. It also might have been the cut of the shirt. A mens dress shirt, cut for broad shoulders, a decent span of chest muscle and a small waist. It was lavender and would have looked girlish if Oishi didn't fill it out in such an obviously male way.

 

"Eiji!" Oishi's smile looked awkward for a moment before it passed. Oishi shifted his weight and hooked his thumbs into his pockets shifted his gaze off to the side slightly. He wasn't looking Eiji in the eye. "You just missed stepping on my feet on the bus, I guess you didn't hear me when I called you."

 

Eiji nodded and held up the ear buds as an explanation. It was only a half-truth. He had been so absorbed in thinking about junior high that he hadn't really been paying attention. But he couldn't see how he had managed to be so close to Oishi, his friend and partner, and not notice him at all. Eiji felt as if something were crushing his chest for a moment.

 

"I just wanted to say hi, because I haven't seen you in so long. I didn't mean to be a bother." Oishi's smile was sort of sad and sheepish as he turned back towards the bus stop. Eiji pounced, threw his arms around his friend and bumped his chin on Oishi's shoulder.

 

"Come over to my place! I was so surprised to see you that shock ate my voice. I mean, imagine me, the guy with the super vision, completely not seeing Oishi, how strange!" Eiji declared.

 

Oishi laughed, it was an honest, rich sound. Eiji's stunned silence hadn't irreparably hurt his feelings, just momentarily. Eiji dropped away from Oishi and tapped his finger thoughtfully against his chin.

 

"Maybe I need glasses. Big square ones, like this." He held his hands to his face. "And then I could cut my hair short and spiky and be very serious."

 

"/No./" They had both said it at the same time. Oishi was grinning at him. Eiji grinned back. Then they burst out laughing.

 

"But it could be sort of fun you know, poisoning people with juice."

 

Oishi laughed even harder at this, putting a hand on Eiji's shoulder to keep his balance. Eiji pat him lightly on the back.

 

"It's OK Oishi, breath. I'm not carrying you," Eiji said and jerked his head in the vague direction of his house. Oishi managed to calm down enough to walk while Eiji bounced around him. Eiji couldn't help grinning, it was just like when they were in junior high.

 

"Hey! Maybe I'm getting old, that's why I couldn't see you," Eiji pretended to ponder this while Oishi collapsed to the ground laughing.

 

"I can just see the old you trying to do acrobatics and throwing out your back. Oh ouch, nyah." Oishi howled; laughing so hard tears were forming at the corners of his eyes.

 

"Not funny, Oishi." Eiji stuck his tongue out then gave Oishi a small nudge with his foot. "Get up."

 

Oishi continued to laugh, clutching his stomach and whimpering between fits.

 

"Hmph." Eiji began to stomp off, in the direction of his house.

 

"Don't pout, Eiji," Oishi said and jumped up to follow. They talked and joked back and forth almost as if two years hadn't passed. The banter continued all the way into Eiji's house, up the stairs and into Eiji's room.

 

That was when it started. Eiji felt an eerie sensation crawl over him, half familiarity, half déjà vu. He was sitting at the head of his bed, his teddy bear clutched in his lap. Oishi was sitting on the floor, his back resting near the foot of the bed. They were talking and laughing, but that wasn't what had Eiji feeling uneasy.

 

There was a charge in the air, something electric that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. It would happen occasionally when he and Oishi were together when they were still doubles partners in Seigaku; out of nowhere this strange feeling would crop up. Eiji would always feel like he should /do/ something, although he had no idea what. Oishi never seemed disturbed by it and that made Eiji feel even more odd. He didn't understand why he felt it and Oishi didn't. He always tried to ignore it when it happened. Eiji would have thought that not seeing his friend for so long would have made it go away. Eiji pouted and pressed his lips into the fur of his teddy bear.

 

"Is something wrong, Eiji?" Oishi tilted his head so he could get a better look. Eiji shook his head and smiled.

 

"No, no," Eiji waved a dismissive hand and put his Teddy Bear aside.

 

"Perhaps Eiji missed me as much as I missed him?" Oishi asked and came to sit across from Eiji on the bed.

 

"No, no, Eiji missed Oishi more," Eiji said and nodded firmly. "Oishi is far too practical to miss Eiji that much."

 

Eiji wasn't sure exactly how it happened but Oishi's lips were on his, not just pressing against his, but working against them. Eiji opened his mouth, ready to say something but Oishi was faster, slipping his tongue in and cutting off the words. Oishi's hand had come up to cup his face. Eiji was ready to shift, to push Oishi away but Oishi's hands were on him, holding him in place and he was too stunned to be anything more than compliant. As it progressed, as Oishi moved closer and did more, Eiji found himself returning the favour, kissing back, giving touch for touch, reacting to the sight of bare skin the same fevered way Oishi was.

 

Eiji knew how the rest happened, had been there, participated, even encouraged it, but a part of him was stunned. He seemed unable to do anything other than stare at the wall. Laying in his bed. Naked. With an equally naked Oishi curled against his back, snoring softly in his ear. Eiji blinked slowly. He didn't feel his usual excited animation thrumming through his system, but he wasn't tired. He felt blank. Time stretched around him until it stopped existing.

 

When Oishi finally moved and rolled out of the bed, Eiji wasn't sure what he should do so he just listened. He lay and listened to Oishi shuffle around for his pants, listened as Oishi zipped up his fly, heard the whisper of Oishi shrugging into his shirt. Eiji tried to block out the oppressive stillness of Oishi just standing in the middle of the room, staring at him. Eiji didn't even move when Oishi sat on the bed, brushed his hair aside and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

 

"Bye."

 

It was all Oishi said. Eiji stared at the wall and then rolled over, wondering if he should say something too, only to find it was too late. Oishi was gone.

 

--End--