Only my little finger's cold. O.o
Title: The last time; part one
Pairing: Yuumi, Atoji. (Later on, AtoYuu, ZukiJi [Mizuki x Jirou])
Rating: PG
Word count: 1295
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: There's a Hyoutei party, and Yuuta and Mizuki are invited. This part ends angstily... T___T
Notes: For songsheet who wanted the back-story. Haha. It's a prequel to Sunrise.
Mizuki looked at himself in the mirror, despite knowing exactly what he looked like, and frowned. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Yuuta-kun," he declared. "I am nothing like Atobe Keigo." He tugged at a little unruly blue curl to emphasise the point, as he walked back over to the bed and sprawled like a cat across it next to Yuuta.
"That's not what I meant," Yuuta said, watching in fascination and Mizuki entwined their hands and started nuzzling Yuuta's. "I meant personality-wise. You both really like purple, both very dramatic, both very... confident... you both seem to care a lot about yourselves, but really you care a lot about your team too... that sort of thing." Mizuki had by now used Yuuta's captured hand to pull the other boy in closer to that Yuuta was nestled in the curve of Mizuki's arms, his back leaning on Mizuki's chest.
The older boy frowned a little. He wasn't quite sure whether that was supposed to be a compliment or not. He certainly wasn't sure whether Yuuta was admitting to liking those traits in Atobe either. He chose to ignore everything about Atobe, and concentrate on the bits about himself instead. "Nfu~ Yes... and I care a lot more about select members of my team than others, right? Mm... So you like that?" He asked, lightly kissing Yuuta's ear.
The boy sighed, and turned to face Mizuki. Yuuta smiled, which in turn made Mizuki grin, and absently wonder when he'd started acting like a love-struck fool.
***
"I don't get it, Mizuki-san," Yuuta frowned. "Why on earth would someone like Atobe Keigo invite us to his party? I'll bet he doesn't even know who our team is." Mizuki shrugged, and tugged Yuuta's collar until it was straight. "I mean... he's only invited you and me as well. What happened to the rest of the team?"
Mizuki straightened up and stated adjusting his own clothes, which were already perfect. "I don't know, Yuuta-kun. But I suppose he did ask very nicely." He frowned. He had no idea why they were invited to Atobe's party either. The boy had probably thrown a party and invited anyone he knew. "But do remember that although it's Atobe's party, it's being hosted at Akutagawa-kun's house." That, he found odd too. He supposed the rich did things a little differently. "Ready?" He curled an arm around Yuuta's waist and guided the younger boy out of his dorm.
"Nfu~ You look so cute," teased Mizuki as they got into a pre-ordered cab, gently kissing Yuuta on the jaw, cheek, lips. Yuuta blushed, something Mizuki could see even in the darkness. He let Mizuki rub his shoulders, which were aching from practice, and wondered what on earth the other boy saw in him.
When they got to Akutagawa's place, which was by no means modest, if not as extravagant as Atobe's, Mizuki and Yuuta found themselves sorely mistaken in their speculations of earlier. The only people there were members of Hyoutei, and themselves. "Ah, there you are!" Atobe said briskly, sweeping them towards the large sofa. Mizuki felt Yuuta's hand tighten a little around his.
"Atobe-san?" Yuuta asked, "What's the occasion?" He looked flummoxed. And nervous, but only Mizuki could tell that.
"Nothing," Atobe said airily, as Mizuki settled them both on the plush sofa. "I'm just taking my time getting to know people. The Hyoutei team has gatherings regularly for no reason at all." Mizuki raised an eyebrow in suspicion. He guessed that Atobe was the kind of person who rarely did anything for no reason at all.
***
It took time for Yuuta to relax, but he did eventually, after being offered much cake by Jirou. "I told you that you had lots of similarities to Atobe-san, Mizuki-san. You're almost wearing the same thing now," he whispered with a little nudge of his elbow. Mizuki raised an eyebrow again as he rubbed his ribs. Was that a good thing? Although admittedly, he could see where Yuuta got his admiration for the other boy. He himself was quite reluctantly respectful of Atobe.
It was around eleven when Atobe commanded Kabaji to fetch a bottle. Yuuta felt somehow confused; there were plenty of drinks still on the sidetable. Kabaji returned almost immediately with a green bottle, and as everyone else took a seat on the plush carpet in a circle with a perfect Yuuta-shaped gap left in the circle, Yuuta's mind finally clicked. Spin-the-bottle Truth-or-dare. Oh good grief. With Hyoutei? This was going to be... interesting at the very least.
Slipping himself into the gap left for him, Atobe took first turn. As per usual at an all-boys' party, the truth questions were mostly about... intimate acts, and Yuuta was left with permanently red tinges to the tips of his ears and some very disturbing mental images of Oshitari. The dares were quite possibly worse; then he was left disturbing real images of Oshitari, performing a strip tease on Gakuto's lap, before he managed to look away and bury his head in Mizuki's neck, feeling the vibration of Mizuki laughing.
Unfortunately, Yuuta couldn't evade that round-necked bottle forever, and eventually, he was asked the inevitable 'truth or dare?' The boy scowled around at them all, telling them all telepathically that he was going to kill them for dragging him into this, and that they weren't wrangling any damn secrets out of him, especially those about himself and Mizuki-san. At least, that's what he hoped they telepathically received, as opposed to 'The fruit squash tasted quite nice.' "Dare," he said with a growl, shoulders hunched and set for a fight.
Atobe leaned forward and smiled. Yuuta backed away with a vaguely repulsed look on his face. Apart from Mizuki, it just wasn't done to have gay boys leaning in your direction and smiling in what might be a disturbingly seductive way. "I dare you," Atobe pronounced each word carefully, "to spend a month courting Ore-sama instead of Mizuki here." Mizuki's eyes immediately narrowed, and he reached across before Yuuta had even comprehended the meaning of this outrageous dare, and slapped Atobe soundly across the cheek. Loudly.
The entire Hyoutei team gasped, except for Jirou, who was looking confused. An outburst ensued.
"Don't you dare slap our buchou you freakin' mental bitch!"
"That was not a wise decision, I-"
"Be a real man and punch properly, you poofter!"
"Mizuki-san! You shouldn't have done that!"
"Usu."
"How dare you touch Ore-sama-"
"You utter arsehole!"
The last audible input came from a shaking voice. "But... Atobe. Don't you want me anymore?" All heads turned towards Jirou, who was sitting slightly behind Atobe, both hands tightly clutching his captain's sleeve. He looked lost, confused, upset. "I t-thought..." his voice trailed off as he stared between Atobe, and Yuuta, who looked away embarrassedly. He hadn't wanted something like that. "So... okay. Never mind. It doesn't matter." He stood up shakily, turning his back to the entire group; Yuuta suspected that he was crying.
Atobe stood up after him and tried to force him to sit back down with an impatient, "Don't be silly, Jirou. It's only a dare." Yuuta winced at the complete lack of understanding there. Atobe was clever for sure, but he wasn't the most subtle person, was he? Mizuki put his arms around Yuuta, as if he sensed what the other boy was thinking. He felt comforted that Mizuki wouldn't do something that stupid. Jirou jerked away abruptly from Atobe, and paused for a moment. Suddenly, he reached over and gave Atobe a slap which resounded even more than Mizuki's earlier, and ran out of the room, evading all attempts of other Hyoutei members to catch him, the door slamming loudly and barely missing Gakuto's fingers.
Pairing: Yuumi, Atoji. (Later on, AtoYuu, ZukiJi [Mizuki x Jirou])
Rating: PG
Word count: 1295
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: There's a Hyoutei party, and Yuuta and Mizuki are invited. This part ends angstily... T___T
Notes: For songsheet who wanted the back-story. Haha. It's a prequel to Sunrise.
Mizuki looked at himself in the mirror, despite knowing exactly what he looked like, and frowned. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Yuuta-kun," he declared. "I am nothing like Atobe Keigo." He tugged at a little unruly blue curl to emphasise the point, as he walked back over to the bed and sprawled like a cat across it next to Yuuta.
"That's not what I meant," Yuuta said, watching in fascination and Mizuki entwined their hands and started nuzzling Yuuta's. "I meant personality-wise. You both really like purple, both very dramatic, both very... confident... you both seem to care a lot about yourselves, but really you care a lot about your team too... that sort of thing." Mizuki had by now used Yuuta's captured hand to pull the other boy in closer to that Yuuta was nestled in the curve of Mizuki's arms, his back leaning on Mizuki's chest.
The older boy frowned a little. He wasn't quite sure whether that was supposed to be a compliment or not. He certainly wasn't sure whether Yuuta was admitting to liking those traits in Atobe either. He chose to ignore everything about Atobe, and concentrate on the bits about himself instead. "Nfu~ Yes... and I care a lot more about select members of my team than others, right? Mm... So you like that?" He asked, lightly kissing Yuuta's ear.
The boy sighed, and turned to face Mizuki. Yuuta smiled, which in turn made Mizuki grin, and absently wonder when he'd started acting like a love-struck fool.
***
"I don't get it, Mizuki-san," Yuuta frowned. "Why on earth would someone like Atobe Keigo invite us to his party? I'll bet he doesn't even know who our team is." Mizuki shrugged, and tugged Yuuta's collar until it was straight. "I mean... he's only invited you and me as well. What happened to the rest of the team?"
Mizuki straightened up and stated adjusting his own clothes, which were already perfect. "I don't know, Yuuta-kun. But I suppose he did ask very nicely." He frowned. He had no idea why they were invited to Atobe's party either. The boy had probably thrown a party and invited anyone he knew. "But do remember that although it's Atobe's party, it's being hosted at Akutagawa-kun's house." That, he found odd too. He supposed the rich did things a little differently. "Ready?" He curled an arm around Yuuta's waist and guided the younger boy out of his dorm.
"Nfu~ You look so cute," teased Mizuki as they got into a pre-ordered cab, gently kissing Yuuta on the jaw, cheek, lips. Yuuta blushed, something Mizuki could see even in the darkness. He let Mizuki rub his shoulders, which were aching from practice, and wondered what on earth the other boy saw in him.
When they got to Akutagawa's place, which was by no means modest, if not as extravagant as Atobe's, Mizuki and Yuuta found themselves sorely mistaken in their speculations of earlier. The only people there were members of Hyoutei, and themselves. "Ah, there you are!" Atobe said briskly, sweeping them towards the large sofa. Mizuki felt Yuuta's hand tighten a little around his.
"Atobe-san?" Yuuta asked, "What's the occasion?" He looked flummoxed. And nervous, but only Mizuki could tell that.
"Nothing," Atobe said airily, as Mizuki settled them both on the plush sofa. "I'm just taking my time getting to know people. The Hyoutei team has gatherings regularly for no reason at all." Mizuki raised an eyebrow in suspicion. He guessed that Atobe was the kind of person who rarely did anything for no reason at all.
***
It took time for Yuuta to relax, but he did eventually, after being offered much cake by Jirou. "I told you that you had lots of similarities to Atobe-san, Mizuki-san. You're almost wearing the same thing now," he whispered with a little nudge of his elbow. Mizuki raised an eyebrow again as he rubbed his ribs. Was that a good thing? Although admittedly, he could see where Yuuta got his admiration for the other boy. He himself was quite reluctantly respectful of Atobe.
It was around eleven when Atobe commanded Kabaji to fetch a bottle. Yuuta felt somehow confused; there were plenty of drinks still on the sidetable. Kabaji returned almost immediately with a green bottle, and as everyone else took a seat on the plush carpet in a circle with a perfect Yuuta-shaped gap left in the circle, Yuuta's mind finally clicked. Spin-the-bottle Truth-or-dare. Oh good grief. With Hyoutei? This was going to be... interesting at the very least.
Slipping himself into the gap left for him, Atobe took first turn. As per usual at an all-boys' party, the truth questions were mostly about... intimate acts, and Yuuta was left with permanently red tinges to the tips of his ears and some very disturbing mental images of Oshitari. The dares were quite possibly worse; then he was left disturbing real images of Oshitari, performing a strip tease on Gakuto's lap, before he managed to look away and bury his head in Mizuki's neck, feeling the vibration of Mizuki laughing.
Unfortunately, Yuuta couldn't evade that round-necked bottle forever, and eventually, he was asked the inevitable 'truth or dare?' The boy scowled around at them all, telling them all telepathically that he was going to kill them for dragging him into this, and that they weren't wrangling any damn secrets out of him, especially those about himself and Mizuki-san. At least, that's what he hoped they telepathically received, as opposed to 'The fruit squash tasted quite nice.' "Dare," he said with a growl, shoulders hunched and set for a fight.
Atobe leaned forward and smiled. Yuuta backed away with a vaguely repulsed look on his face. Apart from Mizuki, it just wasn't done to have gay boys leaning in your direction and smiling in what might be a disturbingly seductive way. "I dare you," Atobe pronounced each word carefully, "to spend a month courting Ore-sama instead of Mizuki here." Mizuki's eyes immediately narrowed, and he reached across before Yuuta had even comprehended the meaning of this outrageous dare, and slapped Atobe soundly across the cheek. Loudly.
The entire Hyoutei team gasped, except for Jirou, who was looking confused. An outburst ensued.
"Don't you dare slap our buchou you freakin' mental bitch!"
"That was not a wise decision, I-"
"Be a real man and punch properly, you poofter!"
"Mizuki-san! You shouldn't have done that!"
"Usu."
"How dare you touch Ore-sama-"
"You utter arsehole!"
The last audible input came from a shaking voice. "But... Atobe. Don't you want me anymore?" All heads turned towards Jirou, who was sitting slightly behind Atobe, both hands tightly clutching his captain's sleeve. He looked lost, confused, upset. "I t-thought..." his voice trailed off as he stared between Atobe, and Yuuta, who looked away embarrassedly. He hadn't wanted something like that. "So... okay. Never mind. It doesn't matter." He stood up shakily, turning his back to the entire group; Yuuta suspected that he was crying.
Atobe stood up after him and tried to force him to sit back down with an impatient, "Don't be silly, Jirou. It's only a dare." Yuuta winced at the complete lack of understanding there. Atobe was clever for sure, but he wasn't the most subtle person, was he? Mizuki put his arms around Yuuta, as if he sensed what the other boy was thinking. He felt comforted that Mizuki wouldn't do something that stupid. Jirou jerked away abruptly from Atobe, and paused for a moment. Suddenly, he reached over and gave Atobe a slap which resounded even more than Mizuki's earlier, and ran out of the room, evading all attempts of other Hyoutei members to catch him, the door slamming loudly and barely missing Gakuto's fingers.