Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Touched - Rikkaidai - SanadaKirihara ❯ Chapter 2

Title: Touched

A Prince of Tennis Fanfiction
By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Kirihara Akaya + Sanada Genichirou, Rikkaidai
Genre: Teen-Angst Drama, Teen Sexuality
Warnings: Hospitals, grumpy-vice-captains, deviously-plotting captains, mischievious koheis, easily-amused friends, massage oil, and teenaged libidos.
Spoilers: Rikkaidai Arc
Summary: Kirihara schemes to get some time alone with his vice-captain and worries he's bitten off more than he can chew.

Disclaimer: Tennis no Ohjisama, characters and settings are the property of Konomi Takeshi. Original characters and story idea are property of Andrea Readwolf.

Date: March 2005
Word Count: 1094

 

 

~~~"Touched"~~~

 

FRIDAY

 

"So how did things go last night?"

 

Sanada just glared at the other teen, and Yanagi found himself hard-pressed not to grin in amusement.

 

"After you and Kirihara left the hospital last night," he prompted. "Where did you two go?"

 

"*I* went home," Sanada stressed. "I can only assume Kirihara did as well."

 

"Not even dinner?" Yanagi sounded way too amused for Sanada's liking. "I'm disappointed, Genichirou. What kind of date is that?"

 

Sanada was close to losing his composure, but he managed to correct stiffly, "It, was Not, a Date."

 

"Of course not," Yanagi replied with the air of one agreeing with a child or a delusional idiot. Sanada didn't appreciate either comparison, but he suddenly had other matters to annoy him.

 

Namely, their doubles players who had just walked in and heard too much--the word 'date' being too much when Niou or Marui were involved.

 

"Whoa! Sanada's dating someone?" Niou asked, sounding impressed.

 

"I feel sorry for whoever it is," Marui lamented, snapping his gum.

 

Sanada turned away abruptly, stalking into the showers before the others could start laughing at him right there in front of him. He wouldn't stand for it.

 

Yanagi continued to watch with amusement, clearly taking mental notes to faithfully report back to their captain that evening, before turning to the other four. "Don't be," he responded to Marui. "Both Seiichi and myself have complete faith in Akaya's abilities. Genichirou's sanity, however, is another matter."

 

Marui's gum popped unexpectedly, covering half his face.

 

"Kirihara?" Niou asked incredulously. "That's...like... Kiddy porn or something!"

 

Yagyuu smacked him over the head. "Kirihara is only a year younger."

 

"Yeah," Jackal agreed, ready to defend their younger classmate. "Besides, how is it any different from the stuff you did last year?"

 

"Different?" Niou paused for effect. "Because it's *Kirihara*!"

 

Marui mused over that and then turned to their partners. "He's got a point there."

 

"It doesn't matter as it's not our affairs," Jackal announced, pushing Marui towards his locker and *away* from any possible simmering vice captains who were only a short distance away.

 

"There was an eighty-nine percent chance you would say that," Yanagi informed them, watching on in amusement. "And you know, Bunta, you really have no room to talk about being too young. Weren't you nine years old when you received your first kiss?"

 

"Who?" Marui snapped. "Akiko? I was ten, but that doesn't count," he protested. "*She* kissed *me*!" Niou snorted and the redheaded doubles player turned on him. "You were no better, trying to look up the girls' skirts our freshman year."

 

"I'll have you know I was doing no such thing," Niou sobered briefly. "I just happened to have a very good view of Kimimoto-sempai's lacy underthings, and what honest-blooded Japanese male-teenager could ignore that?"

 

"Will you all stop talking about such perverted things?" Sanada snapped, returning from the showers in nothing but a skimpy white towel.

 

"Who's perverted," Marui called back despite Jackal's warning hand on his arm. "We're not the ones playing tonsil hockey with Kirihara-chan, are we?"

 

Sanada looked ready to murder someone, and from the glare he was leveling between Yanagi and Marui, the only thing stopping him was indecision of who would be first.

 

Luckily, no one was murdered because just then, the second year in question returned from running his --completely unjust -- punishment laps. Of course, the fact that Niou and Marui almost immediately started laughing did not serve to put him in a better mood either since he was convinced they were laughing at him.

 

"Shuddup," he mumbled as tore his sweaty shirt off, but they only laughed harder until they were wheezing for breath.

 

"That's it," Jackal interjected before either Kirihara or Sanada could explode, and while he was reasonably certain that Kirihara wouldn't hurt any of his sempai, he couldn't, in all honesty, say the same for their vice captain. The Brazilian-native grabbed his redheaded partner by the arm and dragged him up. "Let's go," he added, handing Marui his bags and grabbing his own.

 

"Hey, wait a minute," Marui protested loudly, looking towards Niou for backup, but the other doubles player was currently being distracted by Yagyuu and offered no assistance.

 

"We'll meet up with you guys later," Niou called. "I think we fancy a shower first."

 

"Will you two *not* do that here!" Sanada snapped, slamming his locker shut.

 

"You were just leaving, weren't you?" Yagyuu returned calmly, tossing his own sweats in a pile to be washed tonight.

 

Sanada's fist turned yellow around the grip of his tennis bag before he turned and stalked out.

 

"I should be going, too," Yanagi spoke up at the other two managed not to kill themselves getting into the shower room, leaving Kirihara and him as the only two left in the Regular's locker room. "Seiichi and I have a project we've started working on, and it takes a bit of time with him still hospital bound."

 

Kirihara nodded dumbly, not even really paying attention as he frowned at the ground. Sanada hadn't said anything to him today, except to yell at him and tell him to run the extra laps after practice. Sounds from the shower room brought him back into time and space with a rather rude start, and he colored, realizing a shower would have to wait until he got home.

 

He dressed quickly after that and ran to catch up with Sanada. Maybe he could think up a good reason for them to spend time together again tonight or... something.

 

"What do you want?" Sanada asked, stopping as soon as he realized Kirihara was dogging him again.

 

"I'm having some trouble with my homework," Kirihara thought up quickly, smiling as pleasantly as he could manage. "Won't you help me with it, Senpai?"

 

"If you have problems, you should ask Yanagi or go to Jackal," Sanada directed.

 

Kirihara continued to grin. "But Yanagi is helping Buchou, and Jackal wants to work with Marui tonight," he reminded his vice-captain.

 

Sanada's scowl darkened and he stopped suddenly, turning to face his underclassman directly. "Kirihara," he began before the junior cut him off.

 

"Puh-lee-zu, Senpai?" Kirihara asked in his cutest voice possible.

 

"I have plans tonight."

 

"Then another night," Kirihara pressed. "It's a date," he added brightly, realizing he was pressing his luck now and a retreat was probably in order. "See you tomorrow, Sanada-sempai," he called before turning and running off in the other direction.

 

Sanada was sure he could hear snickering from somewhere and swore they all would pay for this conspiracy.