[LOG] Sanada Genichirou and Yukimura Seiichi
Who: Yukimura Seiichi and Sanada Genichirou
What: They go out for Yukimura’s birthday
When: backdated to Yukimura’s birthday
Where: the apartments and a French Restaurant
Rating: PG-13
Comments/crits: go for it
Sanada fussed just a second longer with his dark dress shirt. He didn’t often stand in front of a mirror for any reason. He did tonight though. Because tonight was important and he wanted to insure that he looked his utmost best. He looked to his cap, still sitting, looking for all the world like he was abandoning it. He was. Because tonight was for a very good friend of his that he liked very much.
He felt a little giddy. Not that Sanada Genichirou DID giddy. That was for girls. But he was very excited and nervous about it. As nervous as he had been about his present. The flowering Bansai Tree he had given to Yukimura seemed to have pleased the bluenette.
Sighing, he supposed that he was as ready as he would ever be and went to head to Yukimura’s room to get his date for the evening. He hoped Seiichi would like the restaurant he had chosen for the other’s birthday dinner. He wanted it to be nice...and he wanted it to be special. Sanada preferred Japanese cooking, but he knew how much Yukimura liked France. He knew he could suffer though a night of French cooking with it’s butter and it’s fat and it’s snails.
With his usual politeness, he knocked on the door and for the birthday boy.
Yukimura was in the middle of cleaning up a broken pot when he heard the knock on his door. “It’s open.” he said, swapping up the dirt on the floor.
He had not change his clothes yet and the one he was wearing was dirty just like himself.
Sanada opened the door to find Yukimura kneeling on the floor picking up a pot. He frowned a little and wished he had his hat to pull down. Instead, he schooled his face and shut the door softly behind him in order to approach. “Let me help...” He rumbled and knelt next to his captain and friend, forgetting his nice clothing completely in order to start help picking up the mess.
“Ah, I can take care of it.” the blue haired boy said smiling at Sanada. “We can’t have you getting dirty to, besides it’s my own fault after all.” He stood up and walked over to the trashcan throwing away the broken pot.
“It’s just dirt.” He answered. Sanada wasn’t one that really cared if he got dirty or sweaty or anything like that. It washed off. “I wash.” He stated, yet let Yukimura have his way. He did that often. He would let Yukimura do whatever he felt. Because he thought it was empowering. Yukimura had too many people who fussed over him...Sanada being one of the worst culprits.
Yukimura was glad that Sanada didn't insist to continue helping him. People tended to do that a lot since his hospitalization, it really did annoy him. “I go wash of all this dirt and change, I will not be long.” the boy said going into the bathroom, it was a good thing that he had picked out his clothes beforehand.
Sanada nodded. “Ah.” He would wait patiently right where he was. He hadn’t gotten too dirty as Yukimura had stopped him. He just waited and looking around the other’s room. It was nice, in a different way from his. Sanada’s room was like a Zen retreat in a sea of chaos...Yukimura’s was a tranquil garden. He liked it. He was careful not to get too noisy. He always respected his captain’s personal space. Well, except that night at the party...when Yukimura had gotten drunk and... he tried hard not to think of that too much. he didn’t want to get himself too keyed up before their dinner.
After a few minutes Yukimura stepped out of the bathroom fumbling whit the last buttons on his shirt, he was dressed not to formal but not to casual either. He had made sure to hurry up his cleaning and dressing as fast as possible, not to keep Sanada waiting to long for him, in his hurry he had forgotten to comb his hair so it was a bit messy.
He glanced at the smaller male and felt the corner of his lip turn up. Yukimura looked good, no matter what he wore. Whether it be his school uniform or garden clothing or this. Everything just worked for him. However, Sanada was never very good at compliments. He just wasn’t the sort to be able to say what he was thinking, so instead, he nodded in appreciation of the small effort and then shook his head at the messy hair. It looked...sort of good like that. Like he’d just been playing tennis.
“I...know I said Japanese, but I found a place that I think you’d like a little more.” He admitted. “So...if you feel you’re ready..” He started towards the door in order to open it for the bluenette.
Yukimura smiled, it was something cute about Sanada’s unwillingness to show to many emotions.
“I am all ready to go.” he said following Sanada to the door. “Are you going to tell me where we are going or is it a surprise?” Yukimura asked kindly.
He almost smiled. As it was, Sanada was the sort that didn’t like surprises. He didn’t not like so be surprised. He liked to know what was coming so that he could better handle the situation. it was that feeling of being blindsided and not liking it that he found himself admitted a little to the fact that he was taking his captain to a place that was far more than just some nice Japanese place.
“It’s called L’argent d’Ore...” He was sure he hadn’t pronounced it right at all. He hadn’t studied French after all. He just knew the word for steak, which was enough for him. “It’s supposed to be like you’re in Paris... II though you might like it.” After all Yukimura’s birthday was a special day.
Yukimura stared at Sanada, then blinked and finally he smiled a smile summoned from his heart. That Sanada was ready to eat at a French restaurant made him extremely happy. “You are really ready to do this for me?” he asked fighting the impulse to hug Sanada. This time he wasn't drunk.
The stare made him wonder if he had chosen right. He supposed he picking a French place was just like growing a second head. It was strange and he felt the need to state, rather blandly. “I’m not Niou...” Just so Yukimura knew that it wasn’t the resident trickster trying to pull a fast one on him. He nodded at the question and then nodded towards the door. “Ah.” He was really ready to do this. One night of trying to eat food he couldn’t pronounce was nothing in the view of spending a day with this birthday boy.
“I called a cab...so we won’t have to deal with fans.” He had even planned that. No screaming girls to ruin this.
Something inside of Yukimura really did scream that he should hug Sanada but that side of him that had been asleep at the party told him not to. “You really do make this day better and better Sanada.” he said still whit that warm, happy smile on his face. “Shall we then?” Yukimura asked gesturing towards the door.
He smiled just a little and started towards the door to open it. “Ah.” He answered and then waited for the smaller man. He wondered if Yukimura would mind if he put his hand on the small of the other’s back. The urge to do so was terribly strong and he didn’t think that he’d be able to fight it.
Sanada smiling was a rare sight that Yukimura loved to see. Something told Yukimura that this dinner would bee a memory for life. “You act like a true gentleman tonight Sanada.” he said walking so he stood next to his vice-captain.
He couldn’t stop it. His hand wondered to rest on the base of Yukimura’s spine. He once more wished for his hat, so that he could tug it down. He wasn’t used to such compliments. He, instead, brushed it off with a murmur of “It’s your special day, Seiichi...” It was even more rare for Sanada to be so familiar with the other.
He started to use that hand to guide the other out. He was sure the car would be waiting for them where he told them to be.
The hand on Yukimura’s back felt warm and safe, he let Sanada guide him out from the apartment. “You are spoiling me Genichirou.” the older boy said smiling. Yukimura had nothing against Sanada spoiling him at all.
His name, in such a familiar fashion. It sounded like the greatest music to his ears. He felt warm as the smaller man did. He didn’t say a word to the fact that he was spoiling the other. He was. He always did, in his own little ways. It was just the way he was.
He breathe a small sigh of relief when the cab was waiting for them. It was with great reluctance that he removed his hand from what seemed to him to be it’s proper place. He promised himself that he would take the opportunity to do so again. But for now, he separated in order to get another door.
Yukimura whined inwardly when the strong hand left his back, it was nice to feel Sanada close to him. He walked out the door that Sanada was holding up for him and walked half the way to the cab. Yukimura then turned around flashing a smile at Sanada.
He melted just a little more, if that was indeed possible. He hoped to continue to see that smile when this day was over and they arrived back. He refused to think of the million and two things that could possible go wrong and ruin this. He would not allow it. Defeat was not an option.
Once they arrived at the car, he one more time, held the door for Yukimura. And unlike last time he had been out somewhere, he wasn’t going to purposely sit as far away as possible. In fact, Sanada was considering just how close he could get before it became too close for propriety.
Yukimura sat down in the car turning his gaze at Sanada. A warm, happy feeling was running through him. In fact he often felt that way around Sanada. So far this night was coming along just great.
He sat as well and started the slow process of scooting ever closer. There was a lot of room in the back seat of the cab, yet Sanada just kept inching towards the smaller until he was sure their legs would brush. He hid the fact with a steady face staring straight frontward in order to give the driver the address of where they were being taken.
That out of the way, the vehicle started forward. It wouldn’t be a long drive, by any means, but Sanada wished it would be. However, he didn’t want to keep his captain from such good food, so he didn’t ask to be driven the long way. Perhaps for the way back.
He wished he was better at conversation. He wasn’t. So instead, he just remained silent, enjoying the closeness between them.
Yukimura noticed how Sanada slowly was getting closer to him, but he pretended that nothing was strange. Truth to be told his heart was beating a bit faster.
In his mind he was debating on what to say, it was not that easy to pull his mind together right now. So instead of talking he placed his smaller hand over Sanada’s bigger one. It was times when actions was better than words. This was one of those times.
Dark eyes blinked. He felt a small, yet calloused hand cover his. He was sure his heart leaped into his throat. Automatically, habitually, he reached upwards towards the brim of a hat that wasn’t there and then stopped, ashamed of himself. Tarundoru. A moment later, he turned his hand a little, so that the smaller hand rested firmly in his palm. It fit there. Perfectly.
He let it remain that way until the car stopped. Only then did he slide his hand away and once more get the door for the bluenette. “Seiichi. We’re here.” He announced, softly.
Yukimura let out a soft giggle at Sanada’s reaction. It was hard not to noticed it, seeing that they sat next to each other.
Yukimura stepped out of the car, looking at the entrance to the restaurant. He had heard rumors of this place and so far the rumors seemed correct.
With silence he led the smaller male towards the door. It was really fancy. More than anything Sanada was used to. He tried to keep his face unreadable, but his eyes lingered on the silverware. Did you really need three forks? He wasn’t sure, but he supposed it was part of the whole French thing.
The table was a small romantic table towards the back with a candle for mood lighting. He had hoped that it would be okay for Yukimura. He didn’t want to over do it. He wasn’t the romantic sort after all. He thought that haiku and calligraphy was romantic. Menus he couldn’t even remotely read weren’t.
He still sat, so that they could face each other and waited for the waiter and their menus. As he did, he started again at the forks, trying to decide which one was supposed to be for ritual suicide when he screwed up his table manners.
Yukimura looked at Sanada, smiling. It seemed that the amount of forks confused him a bit. “You start with the smallest fork Sanada.” Yukimura stated. “Is this you first time at a place like this?” he asked.
He looked down a little and muttered under his breath, grumbling about how silly that many forks were. But Yukimura was smiling and that was worth it all. “Yes.” He admitted. “I usually don’t go to places like this.” In fact, he didn’t eat out much at all. “But...I was sure you would enjoy it...so...” He smiled just a little. “I can do this.” He was stubborn and he wouldn’t let some French food defeat him.
A chuckle escaped Yukimura’s lips. Sanada sure was stubborn like usual, never giving up. “So far I am enjoying the evening.”
That was all Sanada needed to know. He didn’t care what he had to endure. Yukimura was enjoying himself. On his birthday, that was what mattered. He was going to make sure he left feeling the same way...he would if it killed him. Which he was sure it would when the menus finally came and Sanada found himself staring down at the foreign words with another scowl.
He found himself scooting his chair closer to Yukimura in order to point out a word. “What...does that mean?” And he hoped to all that was holy it wasn’t the name of the chef.
Yukimura looked at the menu where Sanada was pointing. “That's Confit de canard.” he answered. “It is duck legs that have been cooked in it’s own fat.”
He tried not to make a face at that. That didn’t sound very good at all. But at least it wasn’t snails or something really nasty. He frowned and muttered, “Is there red meat anywhere on this thing?” He didn’t want to order a steak and have it not show up. And he was going to err on the side of caution and let Yukimura translate the foreboding menu.
Yukimura skimmed through the menu until he found the section he was looking for. “This part is only meat.” he said, giving Sanada the menu.
He smiled again and murmured a small thanks to the smaller male. He wished he wasn’t so...inadequate about this all. Perhaps he should have asked Yanagi to give him some pointers... But he had the expert right there with him. “And...you know...” he started. “You can have whatever you want...” He didn’t care how expensive it was. He had been saving up for this.
This time Yukimura was reading the menu thoroughly, it was so many dishes that sounded tasty. “If you really do insist that I can take what I want, I think I take Pigeons au vin blanc.” the bluenette said smiling at his date.
He had no idea what Yukimura had just ordered, but if that was what he wanted...then that was what he was going to get. He wondered if they could get away with ordering some wine. But that was when he remembered the night of the party. he remembered the warmth of Yukimura’s body as he held him. He remembered the sweet softness of those lips. He remembered and he immediately pulled the menu up to look at most intently. Perhaps wine was a bad idea...
“I think I will have...” He stared at the words on the page and fought his way though it. “Fillet Mignon...” He knew he totally butchered it and when the waiter came for him to order both, he knew he murdered Yukimura’s choice as well.
Yukimura tried not to laugh out loud at Sanada’s attempt to pronounce their food, he was definitely killing French. “You know Genichirou you could have asked me to order for us.” he finally said as the chocked laughing died out.
He twitched just a little as the other laughed. He liked Yukimura’s laugh, but it was a little painful to his pride to be laughed at because of his inability with a foreign language he had no use in learning. He looked down and cleched a fist under the table. It was okay...It was okay because Yukimura was laughing. It didn’t matter that it was at him...His pride could take it...it could....
“You can...order dessert then.” Not that Genichirou liked sweets. But he would trust Yukimura not to order anything too sweet.
“Then would you like sorbet, cream or some sort of cake?” Almost all of the desserts was nearly made of sugar and Yukimura knew that Sanada wasn't to fond of sweet things. After all it was a reason why he had special tea and cakes for Sanada at home.
“Which ever one...” He stated with a little grunt. “Which ever one is the least bit sweet.” He wondered if maybe instead, they could go back to the apartments for dessert. Because he did like the treats that Yukimura had set aside for him. “I...will trust you.” He would. He always trusted Yukimura. It was the team captain who was the only one Sanada did trust from his team. He was one of the only ones that didn’t go out to make his life miserable.
Something not to sweet, that was a hard one. Only two opinions came to his mind. “Sorbet au champagne or some sort of crêpes will probably be best.” Both was kind of sweet, but not as sweet as the rest of the desserts. They was basically swimming in sugar.
“Ah.” He answered. “Then when it’s time...I’ll get that.” Until then, they had their meal. Of course they had to wait for it. It was nice though. It was nice to sit there, looking across the table at Yukimura. Like they where the only two people in the world. In a way, he sort of wished it was that way.
Yukimura smiled, well he was almost doing that all the time but this smile was a bit different from his normal smile. It was hard to find what to say, so he just looked at Sanada while fighting the voices inside of him.
The silence was something that Sanada was used to. It was something he liked. Quiet. Peace. He didn’t get much being on the Hell Floor, as he liked to call it. He wished he could find more reasons to go down to Yukimura’s floor...Perhaps he would do as he had said he would and force the company to give him the roof for a garden. He was sure Yukimura would like it and he could set up his own special corner he could make into a Zen garden. He would have to find out about that. Perhaps another surprise for the smaller teen.
“Seiichi...” He started and wondered what else he could says. However, he stated after, though he had already said it. “Happy birthday.”
Yukimura gave Sanada one of his warmer smiles. “Thank you, Genichirou.” he said softly almost whispering it. Being close to Sanada always put him at ease.
He smiled back, contented. The torture of attempting table manners was still to come, but right now, that didn’t matter. He wished he could reach across and hold the other’s hand again. He couldn’t, but he scooted a little so that his foot lightly brushed Yukimura’s. It was closeness and that was enough. “Sometime...we should play.” Because Sanada, when he couldn’t think of anything else to say, always seemed to find a way to bring it back to tennis. “Oh...maybe...we could have a duet...” because he was sure SevenLines would like that.
“You are always welcome to play me.” Yukimura said smirking. He was not going easy on Sanada no mater what. “Hm...a duet sounds nice.” It really did and it was a good excuse to spend more time whit Sanada.
And that was what Sanada wanted. He wanted a challenge. Not many could challenge him any more. But Yukimura could. Yukimura was his equal....no...his better...when it came to tennis. He would never win, but he would keep on trying. He would keep on trying, no matter how many times his senses got stripped. No matter how many times he forced himself past the yips by sheer stubborn willpower. He would because Yukimura was simply beautiful when he played tennis and Sanada felt lucky to be able to witness such art in motion.
“Maybe...we can come up with something then...for next round of recordings?” He wondered if there would be enough room in the recording booth, but though of how close they would be squeezed inside of one together.
“Do you have something special in mind?” Yukimura asked, the voice in his head screaming out love song to him.
Something special? Sanada wasn’t sure. He wasn’t good with words...but he was sure he could come up with some sort of song for them to sing together. “Maybe...” He pondered, “We could work on it together. The lyrics and the melody and everything. It might be interesting.” And it would give him more time with Yukimura.
“Yes, we could.” Yukimura replied. He liked spending time with Sanada and spending time with him while working was probably going to be great to.
He was relieved that Yukimura had agreed to it. He knew that they were both singles pla...soloists. But Sanada had played doubles before...unwillingly the one time...but he had still managed. If singing duets with the person he liked and valued the most was anything like sharing the court, he was sure it would turn out to be okay. “Then...perhaps this week, after classes?” Because he wasn’t going to wake Yukimura up at god awful hours in the morning just because he was already up himself. Four or five in the morning was not something he wanted to inflict on his captain, even if he was sure Yukimura would look good even sleepy.
Yukimura knew of Sanada’s habit to wake up early and he was grateful that Sanada consider his own sleep. It was things that could happened to him in the mornings that he didn't wanted Sanada to know just yet. “That sounds great.” he said, smiling kindly at Sanada.
That was settled then. It was going to be a very good week. He knew that right away. It would almost be like back then when they would study together in Yukimura’s hospital room. Only this time he wouldn’t have to be concerned about nurses or visiting hours. He could stay for as long as he wanted...and really, Yukimura’s floor looked comfortable enough to sleep on if he stayed too late.
He was about to say something about it being a sure top ten, however he was interrupted by the arrival of their meals. He had to admit that it looked...sort of good. He thought there was too much sauce and it was a little too pretty and frilly...but if it tastes good, he didn’t care how the plate was decorated. He glanced at his companions plate and decided that Yukimura’s was even more fancy. Next time...he vowed. Next time he took Yukimura out on a...a date...they’d go to some nice Japanese place where food was reasonable.
The food looked simply delicious in Yukimura’s eyes. He had longed for something like this for a long time now. He put a small bite of his pigeon in his mouth chewing carefully, absorbing the taste. It tasted as good as it looked like. He let out a small blissful sigh.
He wondered if it was creepy to watch someone eat. But there he was, knife hovering over his meat, watching the other teen enjoying the tidbit. It made him strangely happy to see how blissful Yukimura looked. He could sit all night and watch the other like this. But that, he knew for a fact would be far too strange. So he finally turned his attention to his own food. The meat was rather juicy. Fillet Mignon was pretty good steak.
Yukimura looked up at Sanada, he didn’t seem to displeased with the food at least. “Not to bad, is it?” Yukimura asked, reaching out for a piece of baguette that the waiter had put on the table together with their food.
He nodded a little. “Ah.” It was pretty okay. Then again, he did like his meat, and this was well made. “It’s not bad.” He added after a moment of thought. He sighed a little and he looked to Yukimura. It wasn’t something he wanted every day... “When I make it to the French Open...I’ll at least be able to eat.” Because despite the music business, Sanada’s life was still deeply entrenched with tennis.
He smiled, Sanada’s strong dedication to tennis was something Yukimura admired.
After a few minutes of silence between them but not for his mind Yukimura had made a decision. He was going to end the bickering in his head. He firmly placed his hands on the table and locked his gaze at Sanada, a serious expression on his face. “I know I already told you this.” he started. “But I want to do it in a more proper manner.” Eyes not leaving Sanada. “Sanada Genichirou, I love you.”
Sanada nearly choked. His hand suddenly couldn’t hold the fork anymore and it clattered down on the plate. He stared at the smaller man with a look of disbelief on his face. He hoped he wasn’t hearing things. He hoped he wasn’t imagining this. He remembered how he’d felt that night when he had taken those kisses from Yukimura the night he was drunk . When he had heard those words before. And like before, he was sure his heart had stopped.
“....Y...Seiichi....I....” He tried to organize his thoughts. He wasn’t good at this at all. “Me too.” He felt lame. He felt so lame. But he did. He did love his captain back.
Yukimura’s face shone up in one of his sacred heart-smiles. One of those smiles that he only made to people he cared about or was really happy. This time for both reasons. “Thank you, Genichirou.” he said softly. “And for the record I’m not Niou” he said remembering Sanada’s word from earlier that evening.
He treasured that smile. It wasn’t a stretch to liken it to that of a god smiling down upon him. He felt warm and loved. He wanted to protect that smile and keep it safe. “If you were...I’d be forced to stab you with this knife and then gut myself for falling for such a ploy.” He murmured. “I’m glad I don’t have to commit seppuku.” He was even more glad that his love and Yukimura’s were the same. Reaching over the table, the larger man placed a hand upon the smaller, fingers brushing over the small knuckles.
“After dinner.” He promised and let it linger.
Sanada’s hand on his own. It felt so nice being close to him. “Do you think I would let you commit seppuku?” he asked, thinking of all the punishment he could make his team do that probably was worse.
Dark eyes locked on his captain and a very serious look crossed his face. He didn’t oft joke about traditional things like that. Sanada would have probably been a much happier man had he been born 200 years earlier. But had he, he would have never met Yukimura...So maybe he wouldn’t be as happy as he thought. “I would hope you would be my second...” Because Seiichi was one of the few people he trusted to be behind him with a sword. “Though if I made that mistake, you’d never let me have a small mercy.” Because like Sanada, Yukimura was one that didn’t quite know mercy. His captain was just a little more devious about it. Punishment from his buchou was worse that any slap.
He squeezed the smaller teen’s hand a little. “But even then, I’d rather stay with you.” Because Yukimura was even more important than traditions or honor.
Yukimura lifted Sanada’s hand holding it in a firm grip. “You better stay with me.” he murmured, softly pressing his lips to Sanada’s hand. “I do not wish to lock you up for your own safety.” And he would do just that. He would lock him up and even force feed him if necessary. He was prepared to do anything to keep Sanada safe.
The smaller hand was strong. It made him so glad to feel it. Never again did he want to feel the weak grip of a hospitalized Seiichi. He liked the smaller man strong. But even if he was weak, Sanada would be there. He would be there no matter what. And it seemed the same for Yukimura. It seemed his captain was just as over protective of him as he was of his captain.
The small kiss made him want to flush. He sort of turned his head aside to hide the small coloring of his cheeks. Blushing wasn’t manly. Not in the least. “Ah...” He answered. He would stay and he wouldn’t need to be locked away.
He swallowed a little, as if slightly nervous and then looked back. The look in his eyes said what his mouth could not. Just as Yukimura would look after him, Sanada would do anything in his power to keep the captain safe.
Yukimura smiled at Sanada, it was times when he looked, well cute. He pressed his lips at Sanada’s hand again whispering a silent, “Mine”.
He felt the lips brush against his hand. He didn’t mind being Yukimura’s. He rather liked the idea. He liked it even more than he liked his rapidly disappearing steak. Pretty soon, he knew dinner would be over. He was looking forward to that time. He wanted to go so that he could give Yukimura a proper kiss.
Yukimura finished the last pieces of his pigeon, the whole diner had been delicious. He looked up at Sanada giving him a small smile. “Shall we have dessert here or over at my place?” he asked, knowing that Sanada would prefer what he had at home. French desserts was sweat after all.
The answer was so fast it seemed rushed. “Back at the apartments.” Because that way he could be alone with Yukimura. That was better than any expensive too sweet French sweets. So with that settled, Sanada motioned for the bill. A tab he took, and refused to let the smaller male see. It was his to take care of. And honestly, the price was nothing compared to the smile he had gotten all night long.
It was no idea to even try to convince Sanada to let him pay, they would only start arguing and in the end he would lose anyway.
When Sanada had paid he stood up and walked out the door. It was chilly outside and he had forgot to take his gloves with him. He shivering slightly, blowing hot air on his hands.
Sanada came up behind Yukimura and immediately took his jacket off to lay over the smaller male’s shoulder. He then moved around and cupped the other’s hands and started to blow on them too. “Stay close...and keep warm. The cab will come soon and take us back.” Plus he wanted Yukimura close anyway.
He smile up at Sanada, moving in a bit closer to the other. “You are so kind, Genichirou.” Even if the rest of the world had a hard time seeing how kind and caring Sanada was, Yukimura hadn't.
With a quick glance around to make sure there were no cameras, Sanada put an arm about those small shoulders to pull the other closer. Yukimura felt so warm and he fit too perfectly.
“That’s because...” He started. Then his hand went to tilt Yukimura’s chin up. He could do this. He would show his feelings. Show...not tell. With his resolve decided, Sanada leaned down and closed the space to place a truly loving kiss onto those up-curved lips.
A pair of lips on his own. Yukimura closed his eyes, enjoying Sanada’s love confession. This was how it was supposed to be. The two of them together.
He could have killed the cab driver for showing up just as he was really starting to enjoy himself. Yukimura...Yukimura’s body against his. The taste of Seiichi’s lips...It was better than any desserts and more wonderful than the steak he had just eaten. It was the sensation of the one he loved most in the world. He could have kept it up forever, but the loud horn forced him to pull away. He was sure the smaller male could see the annoyance for being interrupted radiating from his body. Once again, he found himself looking down at the bluenette and muttered, “We’ll...continue that later.” It was a promise that Sanada had a lot more kisses in store for Yukimura.
Stupid cab, did it have to disturb them? Sanada seemed a great bit annoyed at the disturbance as well. The promise of more to come lifted his mood a bit. Only had to make it back to the apartments. “Lets hurry, I don’t want to wait.” he whispered in Sanada’s ear.
“Ah.” He answered and immediately let go of Yukimura and go to the car. He opened the door and then leaned to the front seat to say something to the driver. Promising him a bit extra if he went quickly back to the apartments. After that, he looked to the other teen and nodded to the car. He hoped this time, he could sit closer right away instead of scooting like he had on the journey there.
Yukimura jumped in the car, only thing in his mind to get more of Sanada. He knew that it wasn't far to the apartments, but it felt like hundred of miles away.
It was rather humorous that Yukimura moved so fast into the car. It made Sanada smile. It made him happy to know that the smaller male was just as eager as he was. He shut the door and immediately scooted over to loop a strong arm back around those frail shoulders. “Drive.” He stated, rather coolly. He knew that the way back would be faster than the way there and he hoped that the fans would already be off and home. He didn’t want to deal with them before he managed to get Yukimura back to one of their rooms to have dessert.
Sanada’s strong arm around his shoulders made him stop thinking of all the ways he could “punish” the driver for interrupting them. His thoughts trailed instead over to when they returned to the apartments. To have Sanada for himself, away from peeking eyes. As those thoughts continued he put his head on Sanada’s shoulder. Just this little made his heart beat a bit harder.
He felt the weight against his shoulder. He could smell the subtle scent of the shampoo in that silky blue hair. It was such a wonderful aroma. He adored that smell. It reminded him of grass and tennis and something that was uniquely Seiichi. He breathed it in and smiled against the other’s hair. He knew without a doubt that he would dream of this warmth, this scent, as he always did when he had fond dreams.
And to make sure it wasn’t some dream, he closed his eyes a little and then reopened them to find that Yukimura was still in the car and the apartments were looming in the distance.
The ride to the apartments was soon over and Yukimura stepped out of the cab, looking up at his floor. Outside of the apartment building a few fans was still hanging around talking with each other. They noticed him and stared to whisper and giggle, some snapping photos with their phones. He smiled and waved at them, one of the most easy ways to handle fans after all.
Unlike the captain, Rikkai’s vice captain was never good at handling fans. He was okay with them as long as they left him alone. Back at Rikkai, he knew he had had quite a few tennis groupies who had favored him, but they had also known to not talk to him. His disdain for the entire group known as fangirls as a whole was rather obvious. Even more so was the sudden protective way he moved to be nearer to Yukimura. Silly, because he knew that the Yips could stop some overzealous girl in her tracks. But Sanada still did it. He still quietly loomed, protecting his captain. He didn’t know if he liked the idea that by tomorrow morning, the girls would probably be all over his love of the smaller man. He wasn’t ashamed of it...he just didn’t want Yukimura to have problems because of it. He counted the seconds until they could be inside and away from them.
He felt the protective aura Sanada was radiating. Not letting the fans notice he walked a bit faster. The sooner they went inside the better. When they got inside he stopped just for a second to grab hold of Sanada’s hand. With no one inside beside the receptionist that wasn't paying any attention to them, he pulled Sanada inside the elevator. Now when there was no one to see them he pressed his lips at Sanada’s. “Your floor or mine?” he asked, the fan-smile gone from his face and replaced with a warm, loving one.
He relaxed only when the doors of the elevator closed upon them. Once they were alone again. Once there was no one to watch out for. He didn’t have to be on guard and he didn’t have to protect Yukimura. He just could be together with the smaller teen. The kiss didn’t help. It was warm and inviting. It was calming. “Yours.” He answered quickly.
He wasn’t ashamed of his highly traditional apartment, but Yukimura’s was closer. Plus Yukimura didn’t have the insane floor mates he did. He was sure that somehow, they would get bothered and interrupted if they went up to his floor. A lower, quieter floor was much safer. He even reached out to hit the proper button. Once pressed, he pulled the other close again, liking him right there, with his arm about him.
Yukimura pressed another kiss on those lips, enjoying the small tingling chock of pleasure that run through him. He broke the kiss as the sound of the elevators door was opening. As he did before they got in the elevator he grabbed Sanada’s hand and pulled him inside his room.
What: They go out for Yukimura’s birthday
When: backdated to Yukimura’s birthday
Where: the apartments and a French Restaurant
Rating: PG-13
Comments/crits: go for it
Sanada fussed just a second longer with his dark dress shirt. He didn’t often stand in front of a mirror for any reason. He did tonight though. Because tonight was important and he wanted to insure that he looked his utmost best. He looked to his cap, still sitting, looking for all the world like he was abandoning it. He was. Because tonight was for a very good friend of his that he liked very much.
He felt a little giddy. Not that Sanada Genichirou DID giddy. That was for girls. But he was very excited and nervous about it. As nervous as he had been about his present. The flowering Bansai Tree he had given to Yukimura seemed to have pleased the bluenette.
Sighing, he supposed that he was as ready as he would ever be and went to head to Yukimura’s room to get his date for the evening. He hoped Seiichi would like the restaurant he had chosen for the other’s birthday dinner. He wanted it to be nice...and he wanted it to be special. Sanada preferred Japanese cooking, but he knew how much Yukimura liked France. He knew he could suffer though a night of French cooking with it’s butter and it’s fat and it’s snails.
With his usual politeness, he knocked on the door and for the birthday boy.
Yukimura was in the middle of cleaning up a broken pot when he heard the knock on his door. “It’s open.” he said, swapping up the dirt on the floor.
He had not change his clothes yet and the one he was wearing was dirty just like himself.
Sanada opened the door to find Yukimura kneeling on the floor picking up a pot. He frowned a little and wished he had his hat to pull down. Instead, he schooled his face and shut the door softly behind him in order to approach. “Let me help...” He rumbled and knelt next to his captain and friend, forgetting his nice clothing completely in order to start help picking up the mess.
“Ah, I can take care of it.” the blue haired boy said smiling at Sanada. “We can’t have you getting dirty to, besides it’s my own fault after all.” He stood up and walked over to the trashcan throwing away the broken pot.
“It’s just dirt.” He answered. Sanada wasn’t one that really cared if he got dirty or sweaty or anything like that. It washed off. “I wash.” He stated, yet let Yukimura have his way. He did that often. He would let Yukimura do whatever he felt. Because he thought it was empowering. Yukimura had too many people who fussed over him...Sanada being one of the worst culprits.
Yukimura was glad that Sanada didn't insist to continue helping him. People tended to do that a lot since his hospitalization, it really did annoy him. “I go wash of all this dirt and change, I will not be long.” the boy said going into the bathroom, it was a good thing that he had picked out his clothes beforehand.
Sanada nodded. “Ah.” He would wait patiently right where he was. He hadn’t gotten too dirty as Yukimura had stopped him. He just waited and looking around the other’s room. It was nice, in a different way from his. Sanada’s room was like a Zen retreat in a sea of chaos...Yukimura’s was a tranquil garden. He liked it. He was careful not to get too noisy. He always respected his captain’s personal space. Well, except that night at the party...when Yukimura had gotten drunk and... he tried hard not to think of that too much. he didn’t want to get himself too keyed up before their dinner.
After a few minutes Yukimura stepped out of the bathroom fumbling whit the last buttons on his shirt, he was dressed not to formal but not to casual either. He had made sure to hurry up his cleaning and dressing as fast as possible, not to keep Sanada waiting to long for him, in his hurry he had forgotten to comb his hair so it was a bit messy.
He glanced at the smaller male and felt the corner of his lip turn up. Yukimura looked good, no matter what he wore. Whether it be his school uniform or garden clothing or this. Everything just worked for him. However, Sanada was never very good at compliments. He just wasn’t the sort to be able to say what he was thinking, so instead, he nodded in appreciation of the small effort and then shook his head at the messy hair. It looked...sort of good like that. Like he’d just been playing tennis.
“I...know I said Japanese, but I found a place that I think you’d like a little more.” He admitted. “So...if you feel you’re ready..” He started towards the door in order to open it for the bluenette.
Yukimura smiled, it was something cute about Sanada’s unwillingness to show to many emotions.
“I am all ready to go.” he said following Sanada to the door. “Are you going to tell me where we are going or is it a surprise?” Yukimura asked kindly.
He almost smiled. As it was, Sanada was the sort that didn’t like surprises. He didn’t not like so be surprised. He liked to know what was coming so that he could better handle the situation. it was that feeling of being blindsided and not liking it that he found himself admitted a little to the fact that he was taking his captain to a place that was far more than just some nice Japanese place.
“It’s called L’argent d’Ore...” He was sure he hadn’t pronounced it right at all. He hadn’t studied French after all. He just knew the word for steak, which was enough for him. “It’s supposed to be like you’re in Paris... II though you might like it.” After all Yukimura’s birthday was a special day.
Yukimura stared at Sanada, then blinked and finally he smiled a smile summoned from his heart. That Sanada was ready to eat at a French restaurant made him extremely happy. “You are really ready to do this for me?” he asked fighting the impulse to hug Sanada. This time he wasn't drunk.
The stare made him wonder if he had chosen right. He supposed he picking a French place was just like growing a second head. It was strange and he felt the need to state, rather blandly. “I’m not Niou...” Just so Yukimura knew that it wasn’t the resident trickster trying to pull a fast one on him. He nodded at the question and then nodded towards the door. “Ah.” He was really ready to do this. One night of trying to eat food he couldn’t pronounce was nothing in the view of spending a day with this birthday boy.
“I called a cab...so we won’t have to deal with fans.” He had even planned that. No screaming girls to ruin this.
Something inside of Yukimura really did scream that he should hug Sanada but that side of him that had been asleep at the party told him not to. “You really do make this day better and better Sanada.” he said still whit that warm, happy smile on his face. “Shall we then?” Yukimura asked gesturing towards the door.
He smiled just a little and started towards the door to open it. “Ah.” He answered and then waited for the smaller man. He wondered if Yukimura would mind if he put his hand on the small of the other’s back. The urge to do so was terribly strong and he didn’t think that he’d be able to fight it.
Sanada smiling was a rare sight that Yukimura loved to see. Something told Yukimura that this dinner would bee a memory for life. “You act like a true gentleman tonight Sanada.” he said walking so he stood next to his vice-captain.
He couldn’t stop it. His hand wondered to rest on the base of Yukimura’s spine. He once more wished for his hat, so that he could tug it down. He wasn’t used to such compliments. He, instead, brushed it off with a murmur of “It’s your special day, Seiichi...” It was even more rare for Sanada to be so familiar with the other.
He started to use that hand to guide the other out. He was sure the car would be waiting for them where he told them to be.
The hand on Yukimura’s back felt warm and safe, he let Sanada guide him out from the apartment. “You are spoiling me Genichirou.” the older boy said smiling. Yukimura had nothing against Sanada spoiling him at all.
His name, in such a familiar fashion. It sounded like the greatest music to his ears. He felt warm as the smaller man did. He didn’t say a word to the fact that he was spoiling the other. He was. He always did, in his own little ways. It was just the way he was.
He breathe a small sigh of relief when the cab was waiting for them. It was with great reluctance that he removed his hand from what seemed to him to be it’s proper place. He promised himself that he would take the opportunity to do so again. But for now, he separated in order to get another door.
Yukimura whined inwardly when the strong hand left his back, it was nice to feel Sanada close to him. He walked out the door that Sanada was holding up for him and walked half the way to the cab. Yukimura then turned around flashing a smile at Sanada.
He melted just a little more, if that was indeed possible. He hoped to continue to see that smile when this day was over and they arrived back. He refused to think of the million and two things that could possible go wrong and ruin this. He would not allow it. Defeat was not an option.
Once they arrived at the car, he one more time, held the door for Yukimura. And unlike last time he had been out somewhere, he wasn’t going to purposely sit as far away as possible. In fact, Sanada was considering just how close he could get before it became too close for propriety.
Yukimura sat down in the car turning his gaze at Sanada. A warm, happy feeling was running through him. In fact he often felt that way around Sanada. So far this night was coming along just great.
He sat as well and started the slow process of scooting ever closer. There was a lot of room in the back seat of the cab, yet Sanada just kept inching towards the smaller until he was sure their legs would brush. He hid the fact with a steady face staring straight frontward in order to give the driver the address of where they were being taken.
That out of the way, the vehicle started forward. It wouldn’t be a long drive, by any means, but Sanada wished it would be. However, he didn’t want to keep his captain from such good food, so he didn’t ask to be driven the long way. Perhaps for the way back.
He wished he was better at conversation. He wasn’t. So instead, he just remained silent, enjoying the closeness between them.
Yukimura noticed how Sanada slowly was getting closer to him, but he pretended that nothing was strange. Truth to be told his heart was beating a bit faster.
In his mind he was debating on what to say, it was not that easy to pull his mind together right now. So instead of talking he placed his smaller hand over Sanada’s bigger one. It was times when actions was better than words. This was one of those times.
Dark eyes blinked. He felt a small, yet calloused hand cover his. He was sure his heart leaped into his throat. Automatically, habitually, he reached upwards towards the brim of a hat that wasn’t there and then stopped, ashamed of himself. Tarundoru. A moment later, he turned his hand a little, so that the smaller hand rested firmly in his palm. It fit there. Perfectly.
He let it remain that way until the car stopped. Only then did he slide his hand away and once more get the door for the bluenette. “Seiichi. We’re here.” He announced, softly.
Yukimura let out a soft giggle at Sanada’s reaction. It was hard not to noticed it, seeing that they sat next to each other.
Yukimura stepped out of the car, looking at the entrance to the restaurant. He had heard rumors of this place and so far the rumors seemed correct.
With silence he led the smaller male towards the door. It was really fancy. More than anything Sanada was used to. He tried to keep his face unreadable, but his eyes lingered on the silverware. Did you really need three forks? He wasn’t sure, but he supposed it was part of the whole French thing.
The table was a small romantic table towards the back with a candle for mood lighting. He had hoped that it would be okay for Yukimura. He didn’t want to over do it. He wasn’t the romantic sort after all. He thought that haiku and calligraphy was romantic. Menus he couldn’t even remotely read weren’t.
He still sat, so that they could face each other and waited for the waiter and their menus. As he did, he started again at the forks, trying to decide which one was supposed to be for ritual suicide when he screwed up his table manners.
Yukimura looked at Sanada, smiling. It seemed that the amount of forks confused him a bit. “You start with the smallest fork Sanada.” Yukimura stated. “Is this you first time at a place like this?” he asked.
He looked down a little and muttered under his breath, grumbling about how silly that many forks were. But Yukimura was smiling and that was worth it all. “Yes.” He admitted. “I usually don’t go to places like this.” In fact, he didn’t eat out much at all. “But...I was sure you would enjoy it...so...” He smiled just a little. “I can do this.” He was stubborn and he wouldn’t let some French food defeat him.
A chuckle escaped Yukimura’s lips. Sanada sure was stubborn like usual, never giving up. “So far I am enjoying the evening.”
That was all Sanada needed to know. He didn’t care what he had to endure. Yukimura was enjoying himself. On his birthday, that was what mattered. He was going to make sure he left feeling the same way...he would if it killed him. Which he was sure it would when the menus finally came and Sanada found himself staring down at the foreign words with another scowl.
He found himself scooting his chair closer to Yukimura in order to point out a word. “What...does that mean?” And he hoped to all that was holy it wasn’t the name of the chef.
Yukimura looked at the menu where Sanada was pointing. “That's Confit de canard.” he answered. “It is duck legs that have been cooked in it’s own fat.”
He tried not to make a face at that. That didn’t sound very good at all. But at least it wasn’t snails or something really nasty. He frowned and muttered, “Is there red meat anywhere on this thing?” He didn’t want to order a steak and have it not show up. And he was going to err on the side of caution and let Yukimura translate the foreboding menu.
Yukimura skimmed through the menu until he found the section he was looking for. “This part is only meat.” he said, giving Sanada the menu.
He smiled again and murmured a small thanks to the smaller male. He wished he wasn’t so...inadequate about this all. Perhaps he should have asked Yanagi to give him some pointers... But he had the expert right there with him. “And...you know...” he started. “You can have whatever you want...” He didn’t care how expensive it was. He had been saving up for this.
This time Yukimura was reading the menu thoroughly, it was so many dishes that sounded tasty. “If you really do insist that I can take what I want, I think I take Pigeons au vin blanc.” the bluenette said smiling at his date.
He had no idea what Yukimura had just ordered, but if that was what he wanted...then that was what he was going to get. He wondered if they could get away with ordering some wine. But that was when he remembered the night of the party. he remembered the warmth of Yukimura’s body as he held him. He remembered the sweet softness of those lips. He remembered and he immediately pulled the menu up to look at most intently. Perhaps wine was a bad idea...
“I think I will have...” He stared at the words on the page and fought his way though it. “Fillet Mignon...” He knew he totally butchered it and when the waiter came for him to order both, he knew he murdered Yukimura’s choice as well.
Yukimura tried not to laugh out loud at Sanada’s attempt to pronounce their food, he was definitely killing French. “You know Genichirou you could have asked me to order for us.” he finally said as the chocked laughing died out.
He twitched just a little as the other laughed. He liked Yukimura’s laugh, but it was a little painful to his pride to be laughed at because of his inability with a foreign language he had no use in learning. He looked down and cleched a fist under the table. It was okay...It was okay because Yukimura was laughing. It didn’t matter that it was at him...His pride could take it...it could....
“You can...order dessert then.” Not that Genichirou liked sweets. But he would trust Yukimura not to order anything too sweet.
“Then would you like sorbet, cream or some sort of cake?” Almost all of the desserts was nearly made of sugar and Yukimura knew that Sanada wasn't to fond of sweet things. After all it was a reason why he had special tea and cakes for Sanada at home.
“Which ever one...” He stated with a little grunt. “Which ever one is the least bit sweet.” He wondered if maybe instead, they could go back to the apartments for dessert. Because he did like the treats that Yukimura had set aside for him. “I...will trust you.” He would. He always trusted Yukimura. It was the team captain who was the only one Sanada did trust from his team. He was one of the only ones that didn’t go out to make his life miserable.
Something not to sweet, that was a hard one. Only two opinions came to his mind. “Sorbet au champagne or some sort of crêpes will probably be best.” Both was kind of sweet, but not as sweet as the rest of the desserts. They was basically swimming in sugar.
“Ah.” He answered. “Then when it’s time...I’ll get that.” Until then, they had their meal. Of course they had to wait for it. It was nice though. It was nice to sit there, looking across the table at Yukimura. Like they where the only two people in the world. In a way, he sort of wished it was that way.
Yukimura smiled, well he was almost doing that all the time but this smile was a bit different from his normal smile. It was hard to find what to say, so he just looked at Sanada while fighting the voices inside of him.
The silence was something that Sanada was used to. It was something he liked. Quiet. Peace. He didn’t get much being on the Hell Floor, as he liked to call it. He wished he could find more reasons to go down to Yukimura’s floor...Perhaps he would do as he had said he would and force the company to give him the roof for a garden. He was sure Yukimura would like it and he could set up his own special corner he could make into a Zen garden. He would have to find out about that. Perhaps another surprise for the smaller teen.
“Seiichi...” He started and wondered what else he could says. However, he stated after, though he had already said it. “Happy birthday.”
Yukimura gave Sanada one of his warmer smiles. “Thank you, Genichirou.” he said softly almost whispering it. Being close to Sanada always put him at ease.
He smiled back, contented. The torture of attempting table manners was still to come, but right now, that didn’t matter. He wished he could reach across and hold the other’s hand again. He couldn’t, but he scooted a little so that his foot lightly brushed Yukimura’s. It was closeness and that was enough. “Sometime...we should play.” Because Sanada, when he couldn’t think of anything else to say, always seemed to find a way to bring it back to tennis. “Oh...maybe...we could have a duet...” because he was sure SevenLines would like that.
“You are always welcome to play me.” Yukimura said smirking. He was not going easy on Sanada no mater what. “Hm...a duet sounds nice.” It really did and it was a good excuse to spend more time whit Sanada.
And that was what Sanada wanted. He wanted a challenge. Not many could challenge him any more. But Yukimura could. Yukimura was his equal....no...his better...when it came to tennis. He would never win, but he would keep on trying. He would keep on trying, no matter how many times his senses got stripped. No matter how many times he forced himself past the yips by sheer stubborn willpower. He would because Yukimura was simply beautiful when he played tennis and Sanada felt lucky to be able to witness such art in motion.
“Maybe...we can come up with something then...for next round of recordings?” He wondered if there would be enough room in the recording booth, but though of how close they would be squeezed inside of one together.
“Do you have something special in mind?” Yukimura asked, the voice in his head screaming out love song to him.
Something special? Sanada wasn’t sure. He wasn’t good with words...but he was sure he could come up with some sort of song for them to sing together. “Maybe...” He pondered, “We could work on it together. The lyrics and the melody and everything. It might be interesting.” And it would give him more time with Yukimura.
“Yes, we could.” Yukimura replied. He liked spending time with Sanada and spending time with him while working was probably going to be great to.
He was relieved that Yukimura had agreed to it. He knew that they were both singles pla...soloists. But Sanada had played doubles before...unwillingly the one time...but he had still managed. If singing duets with the person he liked and valued the most was anything like sharing the court, he was sure it would turn out to be okay. “Then...perhaps this week, after classes?” Because he wasn’t going to wake Yukimura up at god awful hours in the morning just because he was already up himself. Four or five in the morning was not something he wanted to inflict on his captain, even if he was sure Yukimura would look good even sleepy.
Yukimura knew of Sanada’s habit to wake up early and he was grateful that Sanada consider his own sleep. It was things that could happened to him in the mornings that he didn't wanted Sanada to know just yet. “That sounds great.” he said, smiling kindly at Sanada.
That was settled then. It was going to be a very good week. He knew that right away. It would almost be like back then when they would study together in Yukimura’s hospital room. Only this time he wouldn’t have to be concerned about nurses or visiting hours. He could stay for as long as he wanted...and really, Yukimura’s floor looked comfortable enough to sleep on if he stayed too late.
He was about to say something about it being a sure top ten, however he was interrupted by the arrival of their meals. He had to admit that it looked...sort of good. He thought there was too much sauce and it was a little too pretty and frilly...but if it tastes good, he didn’t care how the plate was decorated. He glanced at his companions plate and decided that Yukimura’s was even more fancy. Next time...he vowed. Next time he took Yukimura out on a...a date...they’d go to some nice Japanese place where food was reasonable.
The food looked simply delicious in Yukimura’s eyes. He had longed for something like this for a long time now. He put a small bite of his pigeon in his mouth chewing carefully, absorbing the taste. It tasted as good as it looked like. He let out a small blissful sigh.
He wondered if it was creepy to watch someone eat. But there he was, knife hovering over his meat, watching the other teen enjoying the tidbit. It made him strangely happy to see how blissful Yukimura looked. He could sit all night and watch the other like this. But that, he knew for a fact would be far too strange. So he finally turned his attention to his own food. The meat was rather juicy. Fillet Mignon was pretty good steak.
Yukimura looked up at Sanada, he didn’t seem to displeased with the food at least. “Not to bad, is it?” Yukimura asked, reaching out for a piece of baguette that the waiter had put on the table together with their food.
He nodded a little. “Ah.” It was pretty okay. Then again, he did like his meat, and this was well made. “It’s not bad.” He added after a moment of thought. He sighed a little and he looked to Yukimura. It wasn’t something he wanted every day... “When I make it to the French Open...I’ll at least be able to eat.” Because despite the music business, Sanada’s life was still deeply entrenched with tennis.
He smiled, Sanada’s strong dedication to tennis was something Yukimura admired.
After a few minutes of silence between them but not for his mind Yukimura had made a decision. He was going to end the bickering in his head. He firmly placed his hands on the table and locked his gaze at Sanada, a serious expression on his face. “I know I already told you this.” he started. “But I want to do it in a more proper manner.” Eyes not leaving Sanada. “Sanada Genichirou, I love you.”
Sanada nearly choked. His hand suddenly couldn’t hold the fork anymore and it clattered down on the plate. He stared at the smaller man with a look of disbelief on his face. He hoped he wasn’t hearing things. He hoped he wasn’t imagining this. He remembered how he’d felt that night when he had taken those kisses from Yukimura the night he was drunk . When he had heard those words before. And like before, he was sure his heart had stopped.
“....Y...Seiichi....I....” He tried to organize his thoughts. He wasn’t good at this at all. “Me too.” He felt lame. He felt so lame. But he did. He did love his captain back.
Yukimura’s face shone up in one of his sacred heart-smiles. One of those smiles that he only made to people he cared about or was really happy. This time for both reasons. “Thank you, Genichirou.” he said softly. “And for the record I’m not Niou” he said remembering Sanada’s word from earlier that evening.
He treasured that smile. It wasn’t a stretch to liken it to that of a god smiling down upon him. He felt warm and loved. He wanted to protect that smile and keep it safe. “If you were...I’d be forced to stab you with this knife and then gut myself for falling for such a ploy.” He murmured. “I’m glad I don’t have to commit seppuku.” He was even more glad that his love and Yukimura’s were the same. Reaching over the table, the larger man placed a hand upon the smaller, fingers brushing over the small knuckles.
“After dinner.” He promised and let it linger.
Sanada’s hand on his own. It felt so nice being close to him. “Do you think I would let you commit seppuku?” he asked, thinking of all the punishment he could make his team do that probably was worse.
Dark eyes locked on his captain and a very serious look crossed his face. He didn’t oft joke about traditional things like that. Sanada would have probably been a much happier man had he been born 200 years earlier. But had he, he would have never met Yukimura...So maybe he wouldn’t be as happy as he thought. “I would hope you would be my second...” Because Seiichi was one of the few people he trusted to be behind him with a sword. “Though if I made that mistake, you’d never let me have a small mercy.” Because like Sanada, Yukimura was one that didn’t quite know mercy. His captain was just a little more devious about it. Punishment from his buchou was worse that any slap.
He squeezed the smaller teen’s hand a little. “But even then, I’d rather stay with you.” Because Yukimura was even more important than traditions or honor.
Yukimura lifted Sanada’s hand holding it in a firm grip. “You better stay with me.” he murmured, softly pressing his lips to Sanada’s hand. “I do not wish to lock you up for your own safety.” And he would do just that. He would lock him up and even force feed him if necessary. He was prepared to do anything to keep Sanada safe.
The smaller hand was strong. It made him so glad to feel it. Never again did he want to feel the weak grip of a hospitalized Seiichi. He liked the smaller man strong. But even if he was weak, Sanada would be there. He would be there no matter what. And it seemed the same for Yukimura. It seemed his captain was just as over protective of him as he was of his captain.
The small kiss made him want to flush. He sort of turned his head aside to hide the small coloring of his cheeks. Blushing wasn’t manly. Not in the least. “Ah...” He answered. He would stay and he wouldn’t need to be locked away.
He swallowed a little, as if slightly nervous and then looked back. The look in his eyes said what his mouth could not. Just as Yukimura would look after him, Sanada would do anything in his power to keep the captain safe.
Yukimura smiled at Sanada, it was times when he looked, well cute. He pressed his lips at Sanada’s hand again whispering a silent, “Mine”.
He felt the lips brush against his hand. He didn’t mind being Yukimura’s. He rather liked the idea. He liked it even more than he liked his rapidly disappearing steak. Pretty soon, he knew dinner would be over. He was looking forward to that time. He wanted to go so that he could give Yukimura a proper kiss.
Yukimura finished the last pieces of his pigeon, the whole diner had been delicious. He looked up at Sanada giving him a small smile. “Shall we have dessert here or over at my place?” he asked, knowing that Sanada would prefer what he had at home. French desserts was sweat after all.
The answer was so fast it seemed rushed. “Back at the apartments.” Because that way he could be alone with Yukimura. That was better than any expensive too sweet French sweets. So with that settled, Sanada motioned for the bill. A tab he took, and refused to let the smaller male see. It was his to take care of. And honestly, the price was nothing compared to the smile he had gotten all night long.
It was no idea to even try to convince Sanada to let him pay, they would only start arguing and in the end he would lose anyway.
When Sanada had paid he stood up and walked out the door. It was chilly outside and he had forgot to take his gloves with him. He shivering slightly, blowing hot air on his hands.
Sanada came up behind Yukimura and immediately took his jacket off to lay over the smaller male’s shoulder. He then moved around and cupped the other’s hands and started to blow on them too. “Stay close...and keep warm. The cab will come soon and take us back.” Plus he wanted Yukimura close anyway.
He smile up at Sanada, moving in a bit closer to the other. “You are so kind, Genichirou.” Even if the rest of the world had a hard time seeing how kind and caring Sanada was, Yukimura hadn't.
With a quick glance around to make sure there were no cameras, Sanada put an arm about those small shoulders to pull the other closer. Yukimura felt so warm and he fit too perfectly.
“That’s because...” He started. Then his hand went to tilt Yukimura’s chin up. He could do this. He would show his feelings. Show...not tell. With his resolve decided, Sanada leaned down and closed the space to place a truly loving kiss onto those up-curved lips.
A pair of lips on his own. Yukimura closed his eyes, enjoying Sanada’s love confession. This was how it was supposed to be. The two of them together.
He could have killed the cab driver for showing up just as he was really starting to enjoy himself. Yukimura...Yukimura’s body against his. The taste of Seiichi’s lips...It was better than any desserts and more wonderful than the steak he had just eaten. It was the sensation of the one he loved most in the world. He could have kept it up forever, but the loud horn forced him to pull away. He was sure the smaller male could see the annoyance for being interrupted radiating from his body. Once again, he found himself looking down at the bluenette and muttered, “We’ll...continue that later.” It was a promise that Sanada had a lot more kisses in store for Yukimura.
Stupid cab, did it have to disturb them? Sanada seemed a great bit annoyed at the disturbance as well. The promise of more to come lifted his mood a bit. Only had to make it back to the apartments. “Lets hurry, I don’t want to wait.” he whispered in Sanada’s ear.
“Ah.” He answered and immediately let go of Yukimura and go to the car. He opened the door and then leaned to the front seat to say something to the driver. Promising him a bit extra if he went quickly back to the apartments. After that, he looked to the other teen and nodded to the car. He hoped this time, he could sit closer right away instead of scooting like he had on the journey there.
Yukimura jumped in the car, only thing in his mind to get more of Sanada. He knew that it wasn't far to the apartments, but it felt like hundred of miles away.
It was rather humorous that Yukimura moved so fast into the car. It made Sanada smile. It made him happy to know that the smaller male was just as eager as he was. He shut the door and immediately scooted over to loop a strong arm back around those frail shoulders. “Drive.” He stated, rather coolly. He knew that the way back would be faster than the way there and he hoped that the fans would already be off and home. He didn’t want to deal with them before he managed to get Yukimura back to one of their rooms to have dessert.
Sanada’s strong arm around his shoulders made him stop thinking of all the ways he could “punish” the driver for interrupting them. His thoughts trailed instead over to when they returned to the apartments. To have Sanada for himself, away from peeking eyes. As those thoughts continued he put his head on Sanada’s shoulder. Just this little made his heart beat a bit harder.
He felt the weight against his shoulder. He could smell the subtle scent of the shampoo in that silky blue hair. It was such a wonderful aroma. He adored that smell. It reminded him of grass and tennis and something that was uniquely Seiichi. He breathed it in and smiled against the other’s hair. He knew without a doubt that he would dream of this warmth, this scent, as he always did when he had fond dreams.
And to make sure it wasn’t some dream, he closed his eyes a little and then reopened them to find that Yukimura was still in the car and the apartments were looming in the distance.
The ride to the apartments was soon over and Yukimura stepped out of the cab, looking up at his floor. Outside of the apartment building a few fans was still hanging around talking with each other. They noticed him and stared to whisper and giggle, some snapping photos with their phones. He smiled and waved at them, one of the most easy ways to handle fans after all.
Unlike the captain, Rikkai’s vice captain was never good at handling fans. He was okay with them as long as they left him alone. Back at Rikkai, he knew he had had quite a few tennis groupies who had favored him, but they had also known to not talk to him. His disdain for the entire group known as fangirls as a whole was rather obvious. Even more so was the sudden protective way he moved to be nearer to Yukimura. Silly, because he knew that the Yips could stop some overzealous girl in her tracks. But Sanada still did it. He still quietly loomed, protecting his captain. He didn’t know if he liked the idea that by tomorrow morning, the girls would probably be all over his love of the smaller man. He wasn’t ashamed of it...he just didn’t want Yukimura to have problems because of it. He counted the seconds until they could be inside and away from them.
He felt the protective aura Sanada was radiating. Not letting the fans notice he walked a bit faster. The sooner they went inside the better. When they got inside he stopped just for a second to grab hold of Sanada’s hand. With no one inside beside the receptionist that wasn't paying any attention to them, he pulled Sanada inside the elevator. Now when there was no one to see them he pressed his lips at Sanada’s. “Your floor or mine?” he asked, the fan-smile gone from his face and replaced with a warm, loving one.
He relaxed only when the doors of the elevator closed upon them. Once they were alone again. Once there was no one to watch out for. He didn’t have to be on guard and he didn’t have to protect Yukimura. He just could be together with the smaller teen. The kiss didn’t help. It was warm and inviting. It was calming. “Yours.” He answered quickly.
He wasn’t ashamed of his highly traditional apartment, but Yukimura’s was closer. Plus Yukimura didn’t have the insane floor mates he did. He was sure that somehow, they would get bothered and interrupted if they went up to his floor. A lower, quieter floor was much safer. He even reached out to hit the proper button. Once pressed, he pulled the other close again, liking him right there, with his arm about him.
Yukimura pressed another kiss on those lips, enjoying the small tingling chock of pleasure that run through him. He broke the kiss as the sound of the elevators door was opening. As he did before they got in the elevator he grabbed Sanada’s hand and pulled him inside his room.