FANDOM: Prince of Tennis
CHARACTERS: Yanagi and Kirihara, mentions of the Rikkai ensemble and Tokugawa Kazuya
SUMMARY: In which Akaya has a one-track mind, and Yanagi realizes that he likes it when his kouhai goes crazy. (800+ words)
WARNING/S: Small spoiler for those who haven't read ShinPuri. Other than that, I think this piece is practically AU following the Tokugawa/Kirihara encounter. And by that, I mean I do secretly enjoy making things a bit OOC.
NOTES: Written for prompt_in_a_box Round 14 = “All for love we become larger than lifesize, wondersome.” (Lifesize – A Fine Frenzy)
In a nutshell, Yanagi supposed, it was only a matter of time. Everyone knew Akaya was a bit of a loose cannon after all, and for the ones who didn't, well, Kamio-san made sure to inform them – though not exactly out of spite but rather because the two had some sort of love-hate relationship (often minus the love part) going on. Jackal had brought up the bickering once. Yukimura had said it was harmless fun, and really, who could argue with that? So yes, it was a disaster waiting to happen.
The funny part was, however, that Yanagi found himself looking forward to it. To that snap, to that ticking time bomb – Oh fuck no! Akaya is on a rampage. It was probably some sort of fetish he was beginning to develop.
Never could he have calculated that it would lead to this though.
“Hey kid, I gotta say, you look like crap,” Niou was the first to poke Akaya's cheek, still dangerously piercing green eyes refocusing on the small group gathered around his bed, blinking, wondering, confused. Gruff affection, check. Sanada was making gestures outside, reassuring Atobe, who couldn't seem to mind his own business, that it was nothing, absolutely normal, completely Akaya. He was failing but not miserably, that was good enough.
“You took quite a beating,” Yagyuu added, noticing at the same time that their kouhai looked strangely lost, as if he wasn't sure where he was. It was to be expected, the nurse's report said as much. Stating the obvious discreetly, check. And now, while studying the bandages, taking in the dried blood on Akaya's neck, arms, legs, Yanagi was suddenly overcome with the true gravity of the situation.
It wasn't something to laugh about to begin with, he knew. Yet ironically, arguably, it was predictable. Akaya starting a fight with someone older than him. Akaya threatening another tennis player with a match he, in all fairness, had about a 38.2% chance of winning – only because they didn't know the player in particular that well, with or without his data, high school level irrelevant. Akaya generally being his cocky, obnoxious self.
It all added a fine touch of dry humor to it, which if Yanagi thought about further, was actually quite engaging. Then again, the Child of God probably didn't see it that way. Not at the moment, no.
“Akaya,” Yukimura breathed evenly, as if on cue, looking away first before pinning the little demon down with a pointed stare, “would you mind explaining yourself?” It was sort of like a death sentence, dun dun duuuuun.
That got him sweating. Yanagi almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Not until they heard what he had to say for himself-
“I.. I didn't like the way he was looking at you.”
“You didn't like the way he was looking at who?” Yukimura prodded, unfazed, arching a brow – everyone was arching a perfectly fine brow or two, to be exact – as Akaya darted his gaze at just one person, at that one special person.
There was a long moment's pause. Even Marui stopped popping his gum, even Jackal stopped telling him to stop. It was probably the first time he'd ever witnessed Niou not move, not a twitch, not a 'puri', not a nothing. It was probably the first and last time he would ever witness Sanada's jaw dropping. Vaguely, he wished he had a camera.
But finally, Yukimura cleared his throat. Thank kami they had Seiichi, really.
“Well, regardless of the way he was looking at someone, that didn't give you the right to kick him and purposely hit wayward tennis balls at him,” he said, patting Akaya's hand, seemingly gentle but not quite. They all knew better, of course, if Akaya's slight wincing was any indication.
“You'll apologize to him, won't you?” Yukimura smiled after getting up, an afterthought but all the more terrifying. His hand was still holding on to Akaya's, and Yanagi oddly found himself irritated by that.
With Akaya's nod, however, the tension was gone and all was well in the world again; Yukimura's leaving the room probably made the difference just the same. And one by one, everyone else started departing until it was just the two of them.
“S-Senpai?” Yanagi hummed his response, moving a stray strand of hair away from Akaya's face. There were tiny scratches by his temple and from that distance, Akaya's lips clearly looked swollen and bruised. Well, Akaya had mentioned Tokugawa Kazuya being just as intimidating as Yukimura was – sadistic bastard. If he had growled at the images in his head, they probably didn't hear it.
Because with his lips then pressed firmly against Akaya's, frankly, there wasn't much else to think about. If they were lucky even, he mused, perhaps Tokugawa-senpai would walk right in, get an eyeful and know that no one messed with his Akaya and got away with it, appearances be damned. Hmm, yes, he concluded, it was a fetish after all.