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jailynnI decided I stopped at a good point for this to qualify as a first chapter. The title is tentative...I can never come up with good titles. Anywho, the first chapter of my Tenipuri (Omg, not Tenimyu??? le gasp) fanfic
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis...it and it's pretty (gay) tennis boys belong to Konomi Takeshi. The (hot) genius who stole my soul (So what if I think Konomi-Sensei's hot? HE IS!) I get no money from this. ;_;
Title: Gekokujou (Chapter 1/?)
Pairings: Main: Oshitari x Gakuto x Hiyoshi, eventually (but miniscule) Silver Pair, AtoJi, Golden Pair, Fuji x Tezuka, InuKai, MomoRyo
Rating: NC-17 (Le gasp. Actually I don't think it's that bad, at least, not yet, but I'm being CAREFUL)
Warnings: Non-con, slight OOC (I'm trying the best I can to keep them in character. If you find yourself thinking "That's not something so-and-so would do, um...think of the situation. If you still aren't satisfied...I'm sorry. I'm only writing for fun and to get Shiro (my muse) to shut up.), disturbing images (well...one) and Gakuto's dirty little mouth. Hiyoshi-centric. Cuz He's my love-Piyo-Mushroom....
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis...it and it's pretty (gay) tennis boys belong to Konomi Takeshi. The (hot) genius who stole my soul (So what if I think Konomi-Sensei's hot? HE IS!) I get no money from this. ;_;
Title: Gekokujou (Chapter 1/?)
Pairings: Main: Oshitari x Gakuto x Hiyoshi, eventually (but miniscule) Silver Pair, AtoJi, Golden Pair, Fuji x Tezuka, InuKai, MomoRyo
Rating: NC-17 (Le gasp. Actually I don't think it's that bad, at least, not yet, but I'm being CAREFUL)
Warnings: Non-con, slight OOC (I'm trying the best I can to keep them in character. If you find yourself thinking "That's not something so-and-so would do, um...think of the situation. If you still aren't satisfied...I'm sorry. I'm only writing for fun and to get Shiro (my muse) to shut up.), disturbing images (well...one) and Gakuto's dirty little mouth. Hiyoshi-centric. Cuz He's my love-Piyo-Mushroom....
Why did everything always seem so dark? Why was it that he was the
only one with nowhere to turn? Why wouldn't anyone free him from this solitude?
Why couldn't he manage to connect with anyone? He tried to hear what people were saying, but
it was all drowned out in muckled thoughts and silent, inner pleas. Life was dull, dark, empty.
The only bright spots in his day were when he was training at the family dojo, and when he was playing
tennis. Even then, he felt alone, desolate. He didn't feel like a part of the team, and never aspired to
BE part of the team. Alone, he would use his skills to reach the top. He would pull the top spot right from
underneath Atobe-Buchou's feet.
This has always been his plan. So why did he feel so empty?
He had to admit, when he saw the casual conversations between Shishido-Senpai and Ootori-San,
he would feel a little bit jealous. He would start to think he would like to have a friend like that. When
he witnessed Akutagawa-Senpai fall asleep on Atobe-Buchou's shoulder, he would think "Wouldn't
it be nice to be that close to someone?" But he had to admit, the one that hurt the most was watching
Mukahi-Senpai and Oshitari-Senpai hang on each other. The thoughts going to his head weren't
"I wish I could hang on someone like that.." or "I wish someone would hang on me like that." No,
they were "I wish Mukahi-Senpai would hang on me like that..." or "I wish I could hang on to Oshitari-Senpai
like that."
He hated feeling like that. Was it natural to feel this way? Was it natural to pine after two people at the same
time? Those days, when he felt like this, he would punish himself with extra training, or no dinner. Lately, however,
he had been going many days without dinner.
"Wakashi, your uncle is arriving Tomorrow." His father stated briefly over breakfast. Wakashi dropped
his chopsticks, shaking slightly. If playing tennis was Hiyoshi Wakashi's haven, then his uncle would be
considered his nightmare. His uncle was the reason he couldn't communicate with, nor trust, anyone.
"I trust you'll be here to...entertain him."
Wakashi's mother looked away, and his older brother pretended not to hear anything. The young
Hyotei regular just nodded. "Yes, Father."
Wakashi had been "entertaining" his uncle since he was about six years old. The reason being
that his older brother was starting his training as heir, and because his Uncle considered Wakashi "cuter"
than his brother. It hurt everytime, he often had nightmares, but there was nothing he could do.
"Get your head in the game already, Hiyoshi!" Gakuto scolded, tapping Hiyoshi's head lightly
with his racket. "I know you don't like Doubles, but could you get over it? I don't want to look shitty out
there."
Hiyoshi looked at his scraped knee, sighing frustratedly. Gakuto looked over his shoulder, looking
at the wound. Hiyoshi could feel the acrobat's breath on his neck, and his face flushed. His heart was
thumped in his throat.
"Shit, that actually looks pretty bad. We should get that looked at." When he got no response, Gakuto
tapped him on the head again. "HIYOSHI!"
Hiyoshi jumped. "Sorry, Mukahi-Senpai. I'm going to head to the nurse's office."
He headed to the nurse's office, despite the fact that the wound didn't even hurt. He had felt worse than this..
Plenty of times...but since Mukahi recommended it, he decided to go.
When he arrived back at the clubroom, the rest of the team was changing and chatting. Mukahi-Senpai and
Oshitari-Senpai were deep in conversation with Shishido-Senpai. Mukahi-Senpai was animatedly describing something
that had happened to him that morning.
"This Jackass thought I was a girl and groped me! And then, would you believe this, when he found out I have a
dick, he said he'd be willing to go gay for me! I got so pissed off, I kicked him!"
"In the nuts?" Shishido questioned.
"Yes, but that wouldn't keep him off, so I kicked him in the diaphragm! Knocked the wind out of him for
half an hour!"
"Good job, Gakuto..." Oshitari purred.
Hiyoshi admired Mukahi's bravery. If only he could be that brave, perhaps his uncle wouldn't use him the
way he did.
"Hiyoshi-san, are you okay?" Ootori's gentle voice asked. Hiyoshi turned around to face the silver-haired boy,
nodding gently.
"I'm fine." Hiyoshi answered. "I must be going."
Gakuto stared at Hiyoshi's retreating form, sighing softly. He felt a hand on his shoulder and didn't have to
look to know it was his usual double's partner and boyfriend, Oshitari Yuushi.
"What's the matter, Gakuto? Staring at Hiyoshi-Kun like that could make me jealous, you know."
"Fuck off, you've been doing it, too, lately. I was just thinking he wasn't really himself Today, you know?"
Yuushi nodded solemnly. "Yes, I did notice he was off his game Today. I wonder what could be wrong."
Gakuto stretched out his arms, grunting softly. "I don't like how I've been feeling lately, and I blame Atobe
for making me team up with Hiyoshi. Does it make me a slut if I start liking Hiyoshi, too?"
"Actually..." Yuushi pushed up his glasses as he thought of an appropriate way to word what he was thinking.
"I've been thinking. Should we court Hiyoshi?"
"Eh?! W-W-What are you saying?" Gakuto cried. "You've been feeling the same way as I have?!"
Yuushi tapped Gakuto on the nose. "What can I say, I like obstinate little brats. I like men with honour,
and ambition. Being cute helps, too."
"Lech"
"So, Gakuto. Why do you like Hiyoshi?"
"Erm..Well....he's cool, and collected, but sensitive...and...he's cute..." Gakuto blushed. "He's not a
ass-kissing, boot-licking kohai either. You know he's planning to over take all of us...I guess...I guess I like that
part of him, too."
"A rebel in sheep's clothing. LIke I said, a man with ambition. I would love to see him flustered...could
you imagine him writhering in lust? All hot and bothered?"
"Yuushi, are you trying to make me horny?"
"Can't get past you, can I, Gakuto?" Yuushi laughed. "So, how about it?"
"No! I have to study for that test Tomorrow, or I can kiss the tennis team goodbye. And may I remind you
that this is MOSTLY your fault, asshole, for not letting me study for the first test."
Yuushi put his hands up in defeat. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, Gaku-chan. We'll study..."
Gakuto put his hands on his hips. "You bet your ass we're studying."
Hiyoshi stared like a deer stuck in headlights. His uncle was sitting at the kotatsu , talking with his
father.The old man smirked at the look on the young boy's face. "Wakashi-chan, hello...you sure are late..."
"Forgive me..." Hiyoshi bowed deeply. "I had tennis practice today. I was not expecting you so soon."
"Quite alright, I wanted to suprise all of you."
Suprise, ha. You dirty lecher. You like messing with me, bastard. If I could, I would cut your dick off.
Wakashi knew, however, that being disobedent in THESE situtations was always more painful than
it was worth. As much as he hated being violated by this man, he was a superior, even to Wakashi's father.
The day Wakashi managed to take over as head of the family, he would have his uncle sodomized by a horse.
He chuckled at the thought. However, he was pulled out of his dream when his uncle's voice said. "I bought a
yukata for you. It's in your room. I want you to wear it tonight."
Wakashi bowed again and headed to his room. He stared at the box on his futon in hatred. He wished he
could just burn the stupid box and run away. But years of conditioning taught him he would be caught and fucked
until he couldn't move. He wrapped his arms around himself, remembering his failed attempt at escape at age
nine. He hadn't even made it out of the house. He ran into his brother and pled for him to help, to hide him,
to help him get away. Instead, his brother dragged him by the arm, back to his bedroom, telling him to "take his
duty like a man." It was that day Wakashi decided that any and all superiors must be overthrown.
He began to slip on the yukata when those large, hairy arms wrapped around his waist. "It suits you, Wakashi-chan."
Wakashi almost gagged, and could only look at some non-existant spot on the wall. He felt his uncle's
disgusting mouth begin the kiss his neck as those rough hands push the yukata off his shoulders. What the hell
was the point of buying him the yukata if he was going to take it right off? The old man pushed Wakashi down
onto his futon, roughly pulling off his underwear. Wakashi began to panic. Usually, his uncle would do a little foreplay
before going so far. Tonight, he was being rougher.
"I saw the disgusted look in your eyes when you came home. Since when are you so high and mighty,
Wakashi-chan? Especially since the only thing you're good for is this!"
Wakashi couldn't help but scream as his uncle's cock invaded him with no lube, no preparation. He could
already feel the blood flowing from the violated hole. His heart was beating like crazy, and he wasn't even hard.
This was nothing new, but today, it just pissed him off. He bit back tears as his uncle continued to thrust into
him, and suddenly the thumping in his ears was so loud that he couldn't even hear the obscene things his
uncle was saying. His breathing quicken, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. At that moment, Mukahi-Senpai's
voice filled his ears, saying "... that wouldn't keep him off, so I kicked him in the diaphragm! Knocked the wind
out him for half an hour!" His anger climaxed, and the minute his uncle came he lifted his leg and kicked the
old man as hard as he could, right between the ribcage.
He screamed as the man flew off him, but regained himself long enough to kick the sputtering, gasping man in the face. He grabbed the closest cover he could, a blanket, and fled from the house. He was barefoot, naked, and bleeding. His hips and backside burned, but he didn't care. He had finally done it. He finally fought back. He laughed like a man crazed as he continued to run. How he wasn't reported to the police was beyond him, and soon he found himself at the tennis courts of his school. He stumbled, out of breath, toward the locked clubhouse. He settled down on the side, still laughing. Somewhere along the way, the laughing turned into sobbing. It was the adreneline, he convinced himself. He hadn't cried over this since he was nine so why would he now? No, it was because of the adreneline, and the fact that at least for now, he was free. And he had done it himself. He didn't need anyone to save him...he did it himself...
He wrapped the slightly soiled blanket around him, laying on his side. It was a cool night, and he wished he had time to at least get some clothes. But for some reason, he felt calm. He found being surrounded by the smell of air and rubber soothing. He sighed, laying his head in the cool grass. His last thought before falling asleep was. "I should have done this sooner..."
"Don't be too mad at me, Gakuto. I just wanted to get here a little earlier today..." Yuushi laughed.
"You woke me up an hour early so you wouldn't be lonely? " Gakuto scoffed. "Fuckin' hell, Yuushi..."
Yuushi chuckled. "Did you stay up too late after I left?"
"Yes. I'm nervous, okay? If I fail this test..."
"You won't fail, Gakuto. Just calm down."
"Easy for your smart-ass to say...." he growled as they reached the clubhouse. "Just hurry up. I'm tired."
"I just have to unlock the clubhouse and sign the daily diary. Even if we don't have practice this morning,
I like to be on top of these things...and some other things..."
"Pervert. We're not doing it in the clubhouse, so you can just forget about it."
"Can't blame me for trying..." Yuushi sighed as he unlocked the door.
"Um...Yuushi..." Gakuto suddenly pulled on Yuushi's sleeve. "Yuushi!"
Gakuto sounded scared. "What's the matter, Gakuto...?" he looked over in the direction Gakuto was pointing
and saw a foot poking out from the side of the clubhouse.
"Is it a dead body?" Gakuto asked. "Go look, Yuushi."
"You look. I'm scared." Yuushi said seriously.
"Fuckin' hell? You're scared?? So you want your cute little boyfriend to go look? What if it's a pervert, hiding,
waiting for someone cute like me to jump?" Gakuto wasn't scared anymore...he was PISSED.
"Okay, okay. I'll go..." He walked over slowly. He seriously doubted that this person was a stalker.
Their feet were bare and bruised. He looked over the side, and as soon as he did, his jaw dropped.
"Gakuto...It's Hiyoshi!!"
"What?" Gakuto was immediatly at Yuushi's side. "Hiyoshi..." He got down on his knees and crawled to Hiyoshi's side.
He touched Hiyoshi's arm. "He's cold...Yuushi....why the fuck is Hiyoshi sleeping next to the clubhouse, naked?"
Yuushi lifted Hiyoshi into his arms. He saw the blood through the sheet. "I think he's been raped, Gakuto.
We have to get him to the nurse."
As they rushed to the nurse's office, they ran into Choutarou, who looked like he was on his way to his music lesson.
He hadn't even stated a greeting when he noticed the situation and stopped dead in his tracks. "Sen-Sen-Sen..."
"Choutarou...Listen, we have no time to explain, but we need you to tell Atobe to meet us in the nurse's office, ok?"
Choutarou nodded unsurely. He looked like he was about to cry, but he followed instructions and headed toward the classroom building. Gakuto trailed behind Yuushi, watching the tensai's face as he carried their kohai. He looked so serious, and so sad. He must've felt the same way Gakuto did. The acrobat was angry, sad, and confused all at the same time. Why would someone do something like this to HIYOSHI? Sure the boy was conniving, cocky, and antisocial, but that...no...NOTHING ever justifies rape. He bit back tears as they reached the nurse's office.
The nurse was rightfully shocked, but got started examining him for any unseen injuries.. Half way through examining Hiyoshi, the battered boy woke up. "Where am I?" He asked groggily.
"You're in the school infirmary." The nurse answered. "Hiyoshi-Kun, can you tell us what happened?"
"Yeah, Hiyoshi! Who the fuck did this to you?" Gakuto demanded.
Hiyoshi looked up at his worried Senpai, and paled. "Senpai...." He covered his face in shame. "I didn't want you to ever see me like this..."
Yuushi gently removed Hiyoshi's hands. "Hiyoshi...We are not disgusted, nor do we think any less of you.
So, please, tell us what happened."
Gakuto laid a hand on Hiyoshi's shoulder. "Please, Hiyoshi, tell us..."
Hiyoshi looked at the concerned trio, sighing deeply.Calmly, as if talking about school, or tennis, he said, "Ok...but I want just one thing. DO NOT call my parents....After all...this is their doing..."
*feel free to ask any questions, or anything of the sort. I'm always a little out of it when I write, so ...I'm sorry.......***
only one with nowhere to turn? Why wouldn't anyone free him from this solitude?
Why couldn't he manage to connect with anyone? He tried to hear what people were saying, but
it was all drowned out in muckled thoughts and silent, inner pleas. Life was dull, dark, empty.
The only bright spots in his day were when he was training at the family dojo, and when he was playing
tennis. Even then, he felt alone, desolate. He didn't feel like a part of the team, and never aspired to
BE part of the team. Alone, he would use his skills to reach the top. He would pull the top spot right from
underneath Atobe-Buchou's feet.
This has always been his plan. So why did he feel so empty?
He had to admit, when he saw the casual conversations between Shishido-Senpai and Ootori-San,
he would feel a little bit jealous. He would start to think he would like to have a friend like that. When
he witnessed Akutagawa-Senpai fall asleep on Atobe-Buchou's shoulder, he would think "Wouldn't
it be nice to be that close to someone?" But he had to admit, the one that hurt the most was watching
Mukahi-Senpai and Oshitari-Senpai hang on each other. The thoughts going to his head weren't
"I wish I could hang on someone like that.." or "I wish someone would hang on me like that." No,
they were "I wish Mukahi-Senpai would hang on me like that..." or "I wish I could hang on to Oshitari-Senpai
like that."
He hated feeling like that. Was it natural to feel this way? Was it natural to pine after two people at the same
time? Those days, when he felt like this, he would punish himself with extra training, or no dinner. Lately, however,
he had been going many days without dinner.
"Wakashi, your uncle is arriving Tomorrow." His father stated briefly over breakfast. Wakashi dropped
his chopsticks, shaking slightly. If playing tennis was Hiyoshi Wakashi's haven, then his uncle would be
considered his nightmare. His uncle was the reason he couldn't communicate with, nor trust, anyone.
"I trust you'll be here to...entertain him."
Wakashi's mother looked away, and his older brother pretended not to hear anything. The young
Hyotei regular just nodded. "Yes, Father."
Wakashi had been "entertaining" his uncle since he was about six years old. The reason being
that his older brother was starting his training as heir, and because his Uncle considered Wakashi "cuter"
than his brother. It hurt everytime, he often had nightmares, but there was nothing he could do.
"Get your head in the game already, Hiyoshi!" Gakuto scolded, tapping Hiyoshi's head lightly
with his racket. "I know you don't like Doubles, but could you get over it? I don't want to look shitty out
there."
Hiyoshi looked at his scraped knee, sighing frustratedly. Gakuto looked over his shoulder, looking
at the wound. Hiyoshi could feel the acrobat's breath on his neck, and his face flushed. His heart was
thumped in his throat.
"Shit, that actually looks pretty bad. We should get that looked at." When he got no response, Gakuto
tapped him on the head again. "HIYOSHI!"
Hiyoshi jumped. "Sorry, Mukahi-Senpai. I'm going to head to the nurse's office."
He headed to the nurse's office, despite the fact that the wound didn't even hurt. He had felt worse than this..
Plenty of times...but since Mukahi recommended it, he decided to go.
When he arrived back at the clubroom, the rest of the team was changing and chatting. Mukahi-Senpai and
Oshitari-Senpai were deep in conversation with Shishido-Senpai. Mukahi-Senpai was animatedly describing something
that had happened to him that morning.
"This Jackass thought I was a girl and groped me! And then, would you believe this, when he found out I have a
dick, he said he'd be willing to go gay for me! I got so pissed off, I kicked him!"
"In the nuts?" Shishido questioned.
"Yes, but that wouldn't keep him off, so I kicked him in the diaphragm! Knocked the wind out of him for
half an hour!"
"Good job, Gakuto..." Oshitari purred.
Hiyoshi admired Mukahi's bravery. If only he could be that brave, perhaps his uncle wouldn't use him the
way he did.
"Hiyoshi-san, are you okay?" Ootori's gentle voice asked. Hiyoshi turned around to face the silver-haired boy,
nodding gently.
"I'm fine." Hiyoshi answered. "I must be going."
Gakuto stared at Hiyoshi's retreating form, sighing softly. He felt a hand on his shoulder and didn't have to
look to know it was his usual double's partner and boyfriend, Oshitari Yuushi.
"What's the matter, Gakuto? Staring at Hiyoshi-Kun like that could make me jealous, you know."
"Fuck off, you've been doing it, too, lately. I was just thinking he wasn't really himself Today, you know?"
Yuushi nodded solemnly. "Yes, I did notice he was off his game Today. I wonder what could be wrong."
Gakuto stretched out his arms, grunting softly. "I don't like how I've been feeling lately, and I blame Atobe
for making me team up with Hiyoshi. Does it make me a slut if I start liking Hiyoshi, too?"
"Actually..." Yuushi pushed up his glasses as he thought of an appropriate way to word what he was thinking.
"I've been thinking. Should we court Hiyoshi?"
"Eh?! W-W-What are you saying?" Gakuto cried. "You've been feeling the same way as I have?!"
Yuushi tapped Gakuto on the nose. "What can I say, I like obstinate little brats. I like men with honour,
and ambition. Being cute helps, too."
"Lech"
"So, Gakuto. Why do you like Hiyoshi?"
"Erm..Well....he's cool, and collected, but sensitive...and...he's cute..." Gakuto blushed. "He's not a
ass-kissing, boot-licking kohai either. You know he's planning to over take all of us...I guess...I guess I like that
part of him, too."
"A rebel in sheep's clothing. LIke I said, a man with ambition. I would love to see him flustered...could
you imagine him writhering in lust? All hot and bothered?"
"Yuushi, are you trying to make me horny?"
"Can't get past you, can I, Gakuto?" Yuushi laughed. "So, how about it?"
"No! I have to study for that test Tomorrow, or I can kiss the tennis team goodbye. And may I remind you
that this is MOSTLY your fault, asshole, for not letting me study for the first test."
Yuushi put his hands up in defeat. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, Gaku-chan. We'll study..."
Gakuto put his hands on his hips. "You bet your ass we're studying."
Hiyoshi stared like a deer stuck in headlights. His uncle was sitting at the kotatsu , talking with his
father.The old man smirked at the look on the young boy's face. "Wakashi-chan, hello...you sure are late..."
"Forgive me..." Hiyoshi bowed deeply. "I had tennis practice today. I was not expecting you so soon."
"Quite alright, I wanted to suprise all of you."
Suprise, ha. You dirty lecher. You like messing with me, bastard. If I could, I would cut your dick off.
Wakashi knew, however, that being disobedent in THESE situtations was always more painful than
it was worth. As much as he hated being violated by this man, he was a superior, even to Wakashi's father.
The day Wakashi managed to take over as head of the family, he would have his uncle sodomized by a horse.
He chuckled at the thought. However, he was pulled out of his dream when his uncle's voice said. "I bought a
yukata for you. It's in your room. I want you to wear it tonight."
Wakashi bowed again and headed to his room. He stared at the box on his futon in hatred. He wished he
could just burn the stupid box and run away. But years of conditioning taught him he would be caught and fucked
until he couldn't move. He wrapped his arms around himself, remembering his failed attempt at escape at age
nine. He hadn't even made it out of the house. He ran into his brother and pled for him to help, to hide him,
to help him get away. Instead, his brother dragged him by the arm, back to his bedroom, telling him to "take his
duty like a man." It was that day Wakashi decided that any and all superiors must be overthrown.
He began to slip on the yukata when those large, hairy arms wrapped around his waist. "It suits you, Wakashi-chan."
Wakashi almost gagged, and could only look at some non-existant spot on the wall. He felt his uncle's
disgusting mouth begin the kiss his neck as those rough hands push the yukata off his shoulders. What the hell
was the point of buying him the yukata if he was going to take it right off? The old man pushed Wakashi down
onto his futon, roughly pulling off his underwear. Wakashi began to panic. Usually, his uncle would do a little foreplay
before going so far. Tonight, he was being rougher.
"I saw the disgusted look in your eyes when you came home. Since when are you so high and mighty,
Wakashi-chan? Especially since the only thing you're good for is this!"
Wakashi couldn't help but scream as his uncle's cock invaded him with no lube, no preparation. He could
already feel the blood flowing from the violated hole. His heart was beating like crazy, and he wasn't even hard.
This was nothing new, but today, it just pissed him off. He bit back tears as his uncle continued to thrust into
him, and suddenly the thumping in his ears was so loud that he couldn't even hear the obscene things his
uncle was saying. His breathing quicken, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. At that moment, Mukahi-Senpai's
voice filled his ears, saying "... that wouldn't keep him off, so I kicked him in the diaphragm! Knocked the wind
out him for half an hour!" His anger climaxed, and the minute his uncle came he lifted his leg and kicked the
old man as hard as he could, right between the ribcage.
He screamed as the man flew off him, but regained himself long enough to kick the sputtering, gasping man in the face. He grabbed the closest cover he could, a blanket, and fled from the house. He was barefoot, naked, and bleeding. His hips and backside burned, but he didn't care. He had finally done it. He finally fought back. He laughed like a man crazed as he continued to run. How he wasn't reported to the police was beyond him, and soon he found himself at the tennis courts of his school. He stumbled, out of breath, toward the locked clubhouse. He settled down on the side, still laughing. Somewhere along the way, the laughing turned into sobbing. It was the adreneline, he convinced himself. He hadn't cried over this since he was nine so why would he now? No, it was because of the adreneline, and the fact that at least for now, he was free. And he had done it himself. He didn't need anyone to save him...he did it himself...
He wrapped the slightly soiled blanket around him, laying on his side. It was a cool night, and he wished he had time to at least get some clothes. But for some reason, he felt calm. He found being surrounded by the smell of air and rubber soothing. He sighed, laying his head in the cool grass. His last thought before falling asleep was. "I should have done this sooner..."
"Don't be too mad at me, Gakuto. I just wanted to get here a little earlier today..." Yuushi laughed.
"You woke me up an hour early so you wouldn't be lonely? " Gakuto scoffed. "Fuckin' hell, Yuushi..."
Yuushi chuckled. "Did you stay up too late after I left?"
"Yes. I'm nervous, okay? If I fail this test..."
"You won't fail, Gakuto. Just calm down."
"Easy for your smart-ass to say...." he growled as they reached the clubhouse. "Just hurry up. I'm tired."
"I just have to unlock the clubhouse and sign the daily diary. Even if we don't have practice this morning,
I like to be on top of these things...and some other things..."
"Pervert. We're not doing it in the clubhouse, so you can just forget about it."
"Can't blame me for trying..." Yuushi sighed as he unlocked the door.
"Um...Yuushi..." Gakuto suddenly pulled on Yuushi's sleeve. "Yuushi!"
Gakuto sounded scared. "What's the matter, Gakuto...?" he looked over in the direction Gakuto was pointing
and saw a foot poking out from the side of the clubhouse.
"Is it a dead body?" Gakuto asked. "Go look, Yuushi."
"You look. I'm scared." Yuushi said seriously.
"Fuckin' hell? You're scared?? So you want your cute little boyfriend to go look? What if it's a pervert, hiding,
waiting for someone cute like me to jump?" Gakuto wasn't scared anymore...he was PISSED.
"Okay, okay. I'll go..." He walked over slowly. He seriously doubted that this person was a stalker.
Their feet were bare and bruised. He looked over the side, and as soon as he did, his jaw dropped.
"Gakuto...It's Hiyoshi!!"
"What?" Gakuto was immediatly at Yuushi's side. "Hiyoshi..." He got down on his knees and crawled to Hiyoshi's side.
He touched Hiyoshi's arm. "He's cold...Yuushi....why the fuck is Hiyoshi sleeping next to the clubhouse, naked?"
Yuushi lifted Hiyoshi into his arms. He saw the blood through the sheet. "I think he's been raped, Gakuto.
We have to get him to the nurse."
As they rushed to the nurse's office, they ran into Choutarou, who looked like he was on his way to his music lesson.
He hadn't even stated a greeting when he noticed the situation and stopped dead in his tracks. "Sen-Sen-Sen..."
"Choutarou...Listen, we have no time to explain, but we need you to tell Atobe to meet us in the nurse's office, ok?"
Choutarou nodded unsurely. He looked like he was about to cry, but he followed instructions and headed toward the classroom building. Gakuto trailed behind Yuushi, watching the tensai's face as he carried their kohai. He looked so serious, and so sad. He must've felt the same way Gakuto did. The acrobat was angry, sad, and confused all at the same time. Why would someone do something like this to HIYOSHI? Sure the boy was conniving, cocky, and antisocial, but that...no...NOTHING ever justifies rape. He bit back tears as they reached the nurse's office.
The nurse was rightfully shocked, but got started examining him for any unseen injuries.. Half way through examining Hiyoshi, the battered boy woke up. "Where am I?" He asked groggily.
"You're in the school infirmary." The nurse answered. "Hiyoshi-Kun, can you tell us what happened?"
"Yeah, Hiyoshi! Who the fuck did this to you?" Gakuto demanded.
Hiyoshi looked up at his worried Senpai, and paled. "Senpai...." He covered his face in shame. "I didn't want you to ever see me like this..."
Yuushi gently removed Hiyoshi's hands. "Hiyoshi...We are not disgusted, nor do we think any less of you.
So, please, tell us what happened."
Gakuto laid a hand on Hiyoshi's shoulder. "Please, Hiyoshi, tell us..."
Hiyoshi looked at the concerned trio, sighing deeply.Calmly, as if talking about school, or tennis, he said, "Ok...but I want just one thing. DO NOT call my parents....After all...this is their doing..."
*feel free to ask any questions, or anything of the sort. I'm always a little out of it when I write, so ...I'm sorry.......***
