30kisses Xi#28: "Love’s lame ecstasy"
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manaika Oishi/Shishido 30kisses arc
Principle of Love; Teach me how to kiss
Name : Love’s lame ecstasy
Author : manaika
Fandom : Prince of Tennis
Pairing : Oishi/Shishido
Theme : #28: Never underestimate the power of love
Rating : For everyone,- PG-13, K+...I hope
Warnings : shounen-ai, sap, romance, kissing, heartbreak, lovesick teenies, ooc-ness, cursing...Shishido...I contemplated making it T/R but I don’t think the content is that high. There’s kissing and hints of lime, but those aren’t written out at all. So it’s really just making out and lovesick teenies. And Shishido’s cursing.
Summary : Made for 30kisses, list Xi/Instructions. Oishi and Shishido struggle with their relationship, love and other challenges their life brings. Restriction no. #28. If you love someone who doesn’t love you back, what do you do?
Disclaimer : I do not own Prince of Tennis, or any of it’s characters. The creators do. My muse owns the idea of the fic, my insanity the existence of it and I the work and the time I put into writing it. Credit me at least those, ok?
Kill me. No, I’m serious. Kill me, please. Even if I have like 10 fics to complete, I claim at lj’s 30kisses Oishi/Shishido and now i have to write 30 one-shots. I’m insane. I’m a lost case. Ready for a mental ward. If you want to do the world a favor, put me in there. Come to think of it, I’ve never been normal.
After all, what normal person would claim something, she didn’t have time writing? Obviously, just me. Why I clamed if I don’t have time to write it, you ask? Because, obviously, I’m suicidal. Insane. Not normal.
And, admitedly, because I waned to read a good Oishi/Shishido fanfic. There’s so little of them in the whole wide world of fanfiction. And the fundamental principle of fanfiction writers, or more like the purpose of their existence is „If you don’t find something you want to read, write it yourself“. So I did.
*sigh*
Alright. I’ll finish my fanfics, I promise. One day, I will. I will. I swear that I will. But for now enjoy this piece.
Also, if there are some questions, read the note on the bottom.
Love’s lame ecstasy
A year.
OK, not a year. But still damn near it.
For a whole year now he had been fretting like a lovesick teenie. So lame. And the lamest thing? That he actually was a lovesick teenie. A lovesick teenager in love with a boy. The joke? That he was a boy too. A lovesick teenie boy in love with a boy. A nice one at that. So lame. So utterly lame. Lamer than lame. The lamest thing he ever encountered. Lame didn’t even describe it. It was along the lines of super duper lame. And yes, he knew he himself was lame. Love’s lame ecstasy, wasn’t it? Damn Shiraishi.
Shishido sighed and turned in his bed. Damn Shiraishi and his stupid idea of original karaoke. Damn Chitose for being such an obedient puppy. Damn Fuji for being such a manipulative piece of lame shit. Damn them for making him join their group and sing with them on that damn event. Damn them for causing him to fall in love with him all over again, just by seeing him applaud. And just as he started getting over him too. And the lamest was, that had been nine months ago. And he tried several more times to get over him, but everytime he managed to, someone came and made a scratch across all of his efforts and he found himself in love with him all over again.
Him. Oishi Shuuichiro.
Wonderfull, gentle, smiling, dream-guy Oishi Shuuichiro.
Oishi Shuuichiro who will, one day, drive him to the point where he loses that little of what remains of his sanity.
Oishi Shuuichiro who had him going mad for almost a year now.
Oishi Shuuichiro whom he couldn’t get over no matter how hard he tried, because there was always some damn jerk, sadist or simply imbecil who wouldn’t let him.
Like that one time Atobe dragged them out into one of those mansions he called cottages for an entire week. Them. Them as in them as in both teams, them as in Seigaku and Hyotei. How he managed to talk Tezuka into it, Tezuka of all people, Shishido would never know. (Though, on hindsight, he wasn’t sure he actually wanted to know.) And then put the doubles teams into the same corridor, of all the halls and floors and wings and godknewhats that giant, over-sized, divatic mansion-cottage-residence-white-house-thing had. Yes divatic was a nice word to describe it. Especially when his and Choutarou’s room was right next to the room of the golden pair. And for all of his money and wealth, why Atobe couldn’t arrange soundproof walls, Shishido wouldn’t and couldn’t understand. Maybe to torture Shishido. No. For sure. For sure, because there was no way his captain of splendid insight and amazing prowess, didn’t know about his feelings towards the Seigaku’s vice-captain. And there was no way he didn’t know what those sounds, that came through the wall in the night, did to the dash expert. No way. Really, none. So Shishido did the only thing left to do: damn Atobe to hell and back, then the same route again and then some.
Shishido sighed and turned around again. This was getting him nowhere. It was already past midnight and he had school tomorrow. It was spring and soon summer would come, along with it the tennis season, and he would think of Oishi again. How he couldn’t play him because he wasn‘t a regular yet. And because Oishi quit. Oishi quit tennis. Even though Shishido hated to admit it, his heart had shattered as he heard that.
Another turn and an image of a smiling Oishi in front of him. Oishi...
Shishido sighed. Just why couldn’t he get over that damn bastard? He had to laugh. Why did he even ask himself that? It was all damn Choutarou’s fault.
„Never underestimate the power of love, Shishido-san.“
Damn him. Shishido was sure that if he never said that on that fatefull day, he would have forgotten about Oishi a long long long time ago. But now, all he could do, was think of him. Of him and of...that kiss and...of that touch... And of Kikumaru waltzing in, calling for Oishi and yelling on top of his lungs, smashing their wonderfull moment into a hundred shreds „I won Oishi! Now you have to reward me!“
Shishido almost wished the curtains would have been drawn back, that he saw what his wonderfull Oishi had been doing to someone else than him.
Shishido snorted. The lame thing on it was, that he had fallen for a cheating bastard. A faithfull boyfriend would, after all, never kiss someone else. Even if there was chemistry between him and that someone else. Even if he found that that someone else attractive. Even if that someone else was next to him, naked, in the shower. Even if that someone else had been flirting with him without shame. Even if that certain someone was one handsom Shishido Ryou. And no, he wasn’t being narcissistic. It was the plain truth that he was attractive. Even Choutarou said that. Choutarou. Power of love. Oishi. Kiss. Damn.
Shishido turned again, the memory of that kiss painfully clutching at his heart. The feeling of loss against their partners binding them together. Kikumaru’s cheeks flushed with happiness and Choutarou’s smiling face fresh in their memory. Their duel at the invitational training camp and the two game-maker’s loss. A new feeling inside his chest, stronger than what he ever felt for his partner. He thought it would pass, but he was proven wrong within the next 20 minutes. In the shower of the lamest of all things.
He looked at his clock. 5.14 am. Fan-fucking-tastic.
„Never underestimate the power of love Shishido-san.“
„Damn you, Choutarou.“
He sighed and sat up, sick of tossing and turning. No sleep for him today. The only thing he achieved were messed up sheets. It was enough that they were dirty from his earlier...‘activities‘. Dreams. Whatever.
He stood up and went out of his room, deciding to get himself orange juice. Something wet to soothe his raw throat. Who knew that sighing could do that to one. So lame.
He entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. Just as he was pouring himself the juice, there was tabbing and suddenly a bark and Shishido looked down at his faithfull springerspaniel Aramis looking up at him accusingly.
„A little bit late to be up, huh?“
„I would call it a little bit too early, son.“
„Dad!“
Shishido senior entered the kitchen, his eyes still sleepy, but not tired at least.
„From your words I judge that you haven’t gotten sleep yet.“
Ryou looked away. „Not really.“
„Thinking about how you could attain a new light sword, or some other Star Wars merchandise, without asking directly, or is there something more serious going on in your mind?“
Ryou smiled crookedly. It was funny how his father could make jokes at the earliest hours and be so grumpy in late afternoons.
„It’s a saber. And no, I’m not thinking about that.“
„Care to share?“ His father asked as he started warming up water for coffee.
„I’d rather not...“
His father nodded. „Alright. But whenever you want to, just talk to me. Or your brother, if you feel like your old man couldn’t give you a cool enough advice. Or your mother, if you don’t find that too lame.“
Ryou actually laughed.
„I’m fine dad.“
He gulped down his orange juice and pushed himself away fron the counter he had been leaning on. „I’m going back to my room.“
„Do that. But please, if you could, spare the sheets. Your mother had to was them already thrice this week.“
Ryou froze. It was said in the most innocent way his father could muster, but he knew that if he turned around there would be something close to a smirk playing across his father’s lips. He gulped. No. No way. They were not going to have...No.
„Ryou.“ Bad. His old man rarely called him that. It was either son, young man, or squirt if he wanted to be affectionate. Needless to say, said Ryou’s horror grew. „You know, everyone goes through the same problems when they grow up and-“
Suddenly there was the sound of a door opening upstairs and were laggard footsteps on the floor, then another door opening and Ryou breathed a sigh of relief. Gramps had a nice timing for his, ahem, daily nightly routine.
„And they go through the same problems when they get old. I know dad.“
„Ryou...“
Finally the youth turned towards his father and gave him a pleading look. „Please, tell me we’re not going to have ’the talk’ at 5.23 am. Please. I’m begging you, spare me.“
For a moment he though his father was going to laugh. But then the man simply smiled and nodded.
„True. 5.23 am is not a good time for that. Go back to bed and try to get at least a little sleep. It’s Monday. You need energy for a week.“
„Yeah. I think that’s the best thing to do now. Thanks dad.“
His father nodded and Ryou went on shaking legs back into his room. He flopped down onto his messed up (and wet) bed again and promptly remembered what his father said about them and shuddered. Fuck. A big fat fuck. A lame fuck at that. Waaaay too lame. Bravo. He wondered if he could ever sleep in his bed again without thinking about it. He wondered if he could masturb...do ’activities’ again without thinking about it.
Damndamndamndamndamnfuck.
Now he had to deal not only with a broken heart (which was the lamest of all situations) but also with a dad gun-ho about... ’educating’ him about certain aspects of the life of a grown up male they haven’t discussed before (which was a situation that had the label ’lame’ written in bright and bold capitals all across of it). What had he gotten himself into? And it was all Choutarou’s fault. And Shiraishi’s. And Atobe’s.
Wallowing in his self-misery, thinking about how his life sucked and how screwed he was, he didn’t even notice how he fell into a light slumber.
ox*xo
It had been even worse than he imagined. He couldn’t get anything done, was grumpy and even got himself detention from his history teacher, falling asleep in history of all classes. History. At least he could afford it. It would have been worse if he fell asleep at geometry. But he would have been more grascious about that.
He yawned, the lack of sleep showing clearly.
„Are you alright Shishido-san?“
Shishido looked at his former kouhai and best friend. It was Monday afternoon and as every such, they met, just to be together for a few hours. They didn’t want to lose their combination and to be honest, Shishido missed his kouhai. Even if he was entirely responsible for his misery.
Currently they were sitting in a small bar, drinking their respective drinks and hanging out, chilling, simply enjoying the other’s company.
Or falling asleep in Shishido’s case.
„Yeah, yeah. I just didn’t sleep the night.“
„Did something happen?“
Shishido shook his head, smiling at the worried tone.
„Chill Choutarou. I’m fine. My head is just too full of thoughts.“
„Thoughts of a certain someone?“
Shishido looked at him as sharply that Choutarou cringed.
„I’m sorry, it was too forward of me, I apologize, dontbemadplease.“
At first Shishido looked blankly at him, but then laughed. „Choutarou... I should be sorry. I’m just too touchy on this subject lately. But if you have to know, yes, they are of a certain someone and save your breath asking. You know who.“
Ohtori was just smiling.
„It’s funny to see you so in love. But it suits you kinda.“
Shishido scowled. „Don’t you dare to laugh. It’s completely your fault.“
Choutarou shot him a surprised look. „My fault? But why?!“
„Because I said so.“ He took a big gulp from his fourth coffee that day. He already had two in school and this was his second at the bar. But as he looked at his friend he almost choked on his drink. Choutarou’s eyes were almost shocked in such an unpleasent surprise that it bordered sheer unhapiness. Suddenly Shishido felt very very very and very extremely sorry. He paused. Now that he thought about it, only Ohtori had that effect on him. Damn puppy look.
With a sigh he elaborated. „Because you said something that makes me remember him every day. For a whole year now.“
„What did I say?“
„If you don’t remember all the better. You won’t say it again. Maybe I’ll be able to forget after a while.“
„Shishido-san, why do you want to forget so badly?“
Shishido eyed him almost quizzicaly and said: „Because it’s futile.“
„Then why did he kiss you?“
Shishido looked at him again sharply, but this time Choutarou didn’t even flinch.
„Don’t try to say „Because we were in the shower, naked and I flirted with him“ because that’s no reason whatsoever. You don’t kiss people because they flirt with you. Well, some people do, but I don’t think that Oishi-san falls into that cathegory.“
Shishido snorted. Choutarou ignored it.
„What I’m trying to say Shishido-san is, that you are throwing a chance away without giving it a try. I don’t like it. It’s not like you.“
Silence settled between them. Deep down Shishido knew that Choutarou was right, he just didn’t want to admit it. It was just too lame, since the reason why he didn’t want to admit it was, that he...
He sighed and looked at the clock hanging above the door of the bar.
„I should go. Homework, walk the dog...“
Choutarou nodded, but said nothing. Shishido wondered if he upset his kouhai. Well, right now he didn’t have the strength to deal with it. He would call Choutarou later. He was already halfway out, when he heard Choutarou call after him. And even if he wanted nothing more than to run home and forget, he turned around. Maybe Choutarou wasn’t upset and if he wasn’t, Shishido wouldn’t do anything to change that. „What is it Choutarou?“
„I think I’ve said this before to you, but I have the feeling that I should repeat it. Shishido-san, you shouldn’t underes-“
„Oh no!“ this cut Choutarou effectively off and he was now staring at his former senpai wide-eyed. „Don’t you fucking dare Choutarou! Don’t you dare say that sentence! It screwed up my life already enough. Don’t you dare!“
„That sentence...“ To Shishido’s horror a wicked smile spread across Choutarou’s face. „That sentence...“ He looked as smug that Shisido feared for his life. But then, to his huge relief, Choutarou said: „Alright, I won’t say it.“
Shishido almost sighed in relief, but Choutarou beat him to it again.
„Though Shishido-san, you really shouldn’t.“
Shishido gave his former kouhai another sharp look, but Choutarou was only smiling. And as their eyes locked Shishido remembered again. He remembered it clearly. And he would continue to remember probably for all eternity. Yup, power of love, alright. He really shouldn’t underes- ARGH! Damnit all to hell.
ox*xo
In the evening he went to walk Aramis. He chose the route through the park, hoping to clear his mind and calm himself down at least to the point where he could sleep.
As they reached the park, he pulled out a tennis ball and threw it randomly, Aramis running to catch it. It was already too late when he noticed, that the trajectory he picked, ended right in the head of some guy, who was reading on a nearby bench some book. The tennis ball slammed full force into the head and Aramis, true to his race’s name, would’ve sprung right after it. But the dash expert was already there, holding the dog back.
„I’m sorry, I didn’t look and my dog-“ that was as far as he came as he noticed who exactly’s head has he thrown the tennis ball into. „Oishi?!“
The ravenhaired boy, massaging the back of his head, looked up and his green eyes widened.
„Shishido!“
Shishido simply had to laugh. Simply had to. Of all the persons he could’ve hit, he hit the person he was hitting on. (And right now it didn’t matter that he wasn’t really hitting on Oishi yet, but that was besides the point). Fate had a twisted kind of humor.
„So lame...“
„What is?“
Shishido waved it of. „Nevermind. Mind if I sit down?“
„Of course not, just sit!“ Oishi slid to the side to grant him more space and closed his book. ’Basics of kinesiology’.
„Studying?“ Shishido asked.
Oishi nodded. „ It’s not an easy studium, medicine I mean.“
Shishido smiled. „All the more a challenge, no?“
Oishi smiled softly. „Yeah. I guess it’s worth it.“
„I love to hear that. I would never forgive you if it wasn’t worth it.“
Oishi raised an eyebrow at him.
„My heart broke as I learned you are quitting.“ Aramis started jumping onto Shishido’s lap, demanding for the ball to be thrown. Oishi looked at him unreadably. Shishido threw the tennis ball and watched Aramis dash off. That dog suited to him.
„Shishido...I’m-“
„Oh no! You are not going to say you are sorry. You’re not. I’m hearing that from Choutarou every day 33 and half times. Don’t you dare to start with it too! It would be totally lame.“
Oishi smiled. „But if it’s the truth?“
„So you regret it?“
Oishi looked away. „I should.“
„So you’re not.“
Oishi looked at him surprised to hear a smirk in the voice. For several seconds they were just looking at each other. Then Aramis returned, laying the ball in front of his master’s feet.
„So.“ Shishido picked up the ball and tossed it into the air, catching it. „How’s Kikumaru?“ Aramis barked demandingly. Shishido threw the ball and Aramis dashed off after it again.
„I have no idea.“
Shsihido’s eyebrows went all the way under his cap.
„We broke up.“
Shishido’s jaw connected with the dirty ground. „Wha?“ He gave Oishi a wide eyed look of something that closely resembled shock. Oishi and Kikumaru broke up? The Golden pair broke up? It had already been a shock to the whole Kantou region to hear they broke up as doubles, but as partners? Suddenly Shishido wondered...
„Why?“
Oishi seemed to understand the unspoken meaning of the question, as he replied, esmerald green locking with indigo blue. „It was one of the reasons. However, it was not the main one.“
„Then...“
Oish sighed. „We stopped playing doubles. We’re going to different schools. We were spending less and less time together, untill it came to the point it could be called rarely. Going out had no reason anymore. So we broke up. We’re still friends though. We call each other on occassions, and so.“
„So you’re free now?“ Shishido didn’t think before it slipped out of his mouth. But in the instant it did, he regretted it. He knew how it had to sound – like some cheap whore looking out for a catch. Or some horny teenie girl. Which there was no real difference between the two.
„Shishido...“
„I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It slipped out.“
A bark interrupted him. As he looked down into accusing doggy eyes, he wondered if Aramis waited long. He threw the ball, watching his dog run after it, trying to avoid looking into Oishi’s eyes at any cost. He was afraid of what he would see there.
He wondered if he screwed this up. Wouldn’t be the first time. He was at loss of what to say, so he did everything to ignore the heavy silence settling between them. That was when Oishi spoke up.
„Nice dog.“
Shishido hazarded a glance towards him and finding nothing in those eyes to be afraid of, he turned his face fully to him and tried a smile. He succeeded. Somehow it was easy to smile when Oishi was around.
„Thanks. Granny gave him to me. His name is Aramis.“
„Strange name.“
„After a character from a french novel.“ At Oishi’s slightly bewildered look he had to chuckle. „I do read, you know.“
He went red. „Of course, I didn’t...“ A laugh stopped his stuttering.
„It was a joke. Actually, I have yet to read that novel. There was a cartoon with dogs on the motives of it. I watched it as I was like eleven. Shortly after that granny bought me this mutt.“ An offended bark and Shishido scratched the dog, that had meanwhile returned, behind his ear. „She really has to love you.“
„Loved. She died like two years ago.“
„I’m-“
Shishido silenced him with a look. „It’s fine. I still have my parents, gramps and that walking annoyance. And Aramis.“
A proud bark.
„That annoyance?“
„My older brother.“
„You have an older brother? That’s nice. I only have a little sister. She’s four years younger.“
„Wanna trade?“
They both laughed and fell into another silence, this time a comfortable one. And again it was Oishi who broke it.
„To answer your question...“
Shishido raised an eyebrow.
„Yes, I am free now.“
Eyes widening slightly, Shishido looked quickly away. He felt heat rising into his cheeks and he wanted to kick himself. Blushing in shyness was just too lame.
There was a hand on his cheek and he looked up into esmerald eyes, mere inches from him, hot breath dancing on his skin. His lips trembled in excitement and a wanton sigh escaped them, making him scowl in embarassment. That was when he felt his chin being tilted slightly upwards, and a ghost of touch on his lips...And then a real, firm and sure press of softness and he melted. Yes, this was it. This was what he remembered. This was what it felt like, what it had to feel like to be simply right. This press, this touch, this lips. Another sigh escaped him and to his mild surprise he didn’t give a damn, because a hot and wet piece of flesh used the momentum to find it’s way inside his equally hot and wet cavern, found it’s twin and played with it.
God, Oishi was such a skilled kisser... He always had been, but this...this was something else. His chest was exploading and he could feel his hands trembling as they clenched into the shirt of the darkhaired boy. His breath hitched and his heart was somewhere in his throat. Excitement was running through his veins and urging his heart to beat, as if it was it’s last chance to do so. It was the same feeling as when he got his first light saber after lusting for it for months, only better by far, as far as to the farthest point of the galaxy. The feeling of an, as lame as it sounded, dream coming true.
Suddenly everything was new, something he was expieriencing for the first time and it exceeded all of his imaginations. Not a battle for dominance, he always thought he would win. Instead it was the feeling of complete devotion as he melted into that touch, that tongue, that skill and if he was standing, his knees would’ve given up underneath him long ago. It was as if he gained wings. A surge of passion ran through him and inadvertently he tilted his head for better access. He needed to get more of this...this...fantasy. Reality. Real dream.
But as the arms around his waist, which he didn’t even remember encircling it, tightened, as he was pulled near, nearer, into the lap of the person that was currently blowing his mind away just with a simple kiss, and he felt a hard crotch pressing against growing arousal, he came very quickly back down to earth.
Realisation where this went, or would go in the future, crashed down on his full force. And he rememebred why he didn’t even try to seize the chance, he remembered what he didn’t tell Choutarou. As much as it hurt to admit it, he was afraid of exactly this. Where this could lead, where it would surely lead and first of all, what would happen after it. He didn’t even notice how his fists clutching on Oishi’s shirt tightened even more, and the excited quiver of his body changed into a nervous tremble, untill Oishi pulled away.
They were both panting, lips swollen and cheeks flushed and of all the things Oishi could’ve said...
„You’re nervous.“
Shishido almost laughed hysterically. „Nervous?! Why the fuck should I be nervous?!“
„You tell me.“
Shishido broke into a fit of chuckles he didn’t even know where they came from, or why he laughed in the first place, but it caused him to lean onto Oishi and hide his face in his chest.
„Idiot. Nervous. Me.“ But somehow he felt that both of them knew he was. He stoped laughing and there were several moments of silence. He knew Oishi waited for him to say something. Tell him what was bothering him, so that this could work. After all, these things worked only when there was sincerity and trust between them. That much, even in spite of his own inexpierience, Shishido knew. Maybe because it was same in doubles. Shishido sighed. If this was to be serious, Oishi should know. Oishi deserved to know. So if Shishido really wanted this, now was the time to prove it.
„I have never...“ He trailed off, as he found how those words had to sound. „You’re my first...“ Another bad choice of words and, oh joy, he was now stuttering. So lame. But even then, how do you confess these things?
„Had sex? First time?“ Oishi hazarded guesses in order to complete the unfinished sentences, that so carelessly left his mouth. Shishido went red and gave Oishi and almost ridiculous, mortified look.
„No! I didn’t mean to say that!“ He looked away. „Though, on hindsight, that too.“ He felt himself blushing again. Craptastic. „I wanted to say ’I’ve never been in a relationship’ and ’First boyfriend’. Actually, my first kiss, now that I think about it.“
Oishi’s face went blank.
„That...That time...was your first kiss?!“ he looked at him with shock and disbelief. „Ryou, why didn’t you tell me?! I would’ve, I would’ve...“
„Done what?“ Shishido couldn’t help it, he was grinning. It was the first time Oishi called him by his first name. It sounded better than he would’ve ever thought. Suddenly he wondered how it would sound when they...bad trail of thoughts. He snorted. „In the end, you wouldn’t have kissed me and probably forgotten about me. You were never attracted to me before back then.“
„I thought about you on several occassions.“
„Kikumaru would’ve made you forget. And don’t argue, you know it’s true.“
Oishi said nothing.
„I hoped that with the memory of the kiss, you would remember.“ Shishido spoke gently, almost silently. He didn’t know whether he was apologizing, or just being shy, but nonetheless, the expression he wore was almost soft. „I hoped it wouldn’t stop bugging you.“ Suddenly he smirked, returning to his cheeky self. „And in the end I was right.“ He closed his eyes and his smirk widened into the point it was smug. „I win.“
Oishi shook his head. „It could’ve backfired visciously.“
Shishido opened his eyes. „No risk, no fun. And even then, I got what I wanted.“
Oishi shook his head again and sighed. „Incorrigible.“
„Isn’t that why you love me?“
Instead of answering, Oishi kissed him.
Never underestimate the power of love. That’s what Choutarou told him back then. He just snorted and retorted „You won Choutarou, so look like it.“
Now, almost a year later, he called himself a lame fool, while soft lips kissed his mind away. He didn’t know if Oishi had loved him back then, he didn’t even know if he loved him now. But it would be lame not to seize the chance he was given to find it out, even if he was afraid of it, of where this could possibly lead. For now, he won. And good winners never underestimated the power of love.
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So. That’s it. One down, 29 to go. Oh dear God...
*bangs her head*
*sigh*
But at least then there will be enough Oishi/Shishido fics out there.
Notes.
1. Shishido’s family. I know he has and older brother, two parents and one grandparent, but on two different sites, I found two different things. One said it’s his grandfather, the other the grandmother. The one where it was said that it’s his gramps, said that his dog was given to him by his granny. It also said the dog’s name is Atobe, meaning that he had to know already Atobe at the time his granma died. While I’m using the version where his grandfather lives (for a reason), I decided to name the dog Aramis, because...simply because. It might have to do something with the cartoon Shishido mentioned.
2. Oishi’s family. I don’t know for sure, but I think having read somewhere that he has a little sister. Her age is however unknown to me, so I’m making it up. If you know, please correct me.
3. Damn Shiraishi. Yes, this is a reference. I am shamelessly borrowing Tachikiritai and Koi no gekidasa ecstasy (translating to Love’s lame ecstasy *points to fic title*) for this purpose. Sew me if you want.
4. OOC-ness. I know. I know. Though, my best friend, whom I gave this to reread, because I had a feeling that it was chaotic, but I couldn’t figure out what exactly it was so I asked for her help, said, that they were wonderfully in character. So, I guess it’s not as bad as I think it is. You should listen to your seme. Really, you should. Even if you are a badass. To fuck with a seme is, admittedly, pleasurable, but, at the same time, dangerous. But all the more thrilling. Though you really shouldn’t (’underestimate the power of love’) mess with your seme.
5. As you might have noticed there are another few references to, as you probably all have already guessed, another fic (fics?) from the 30kisses arc that isn’t written yet. It’s about what happened prior to this, where it all started and how could it be that these two game-makers could have chosen one other instead of their faithfull doubles partners. It will be the the next ’kiss’.
I think that’s all I’ve wanted to say... If you have any questions, you know what you have to do: ASK me, ne?
Thanks for reading and reviewing (because I know you are going to be reviewing right about now , won’t you ?) !!!
Kisses and hugs,
Mana
Principle of Love; Teach me how to kiss
Name : Love’s lame ecstasy
Author : manaika
Fandom : Prince of Tennis
Pairing : Oishi/Shishido
Theme : #28: Never underestimate the power of love
Rating : For everyone,- PG-13, K+...I hope
Warnings : shounen-ai, sap, romance, kissing, heartbreak, lovesick teenies, ooc-ness, cursing...Shishido...I contemplated making it T/R but I don’t think the content is that high. There’s kissing and hints of lime, but those aren’t written out at all. So it’s really just making out and lovesick teenies. And Shishido’s cursing.
Summary : Made for 30kisses, list Xi/Instructions. Oishi and Shishido struggle with their relationship, love and other challenges their life brings. Restriction no. #28. If you love someone who doesn’t love you back, what do you do?
Disclaimer : I do not own Prince of Tennis, or any of it’s characters. The creators do. My muse owns the idea of the fic, my insanity the existence of it and I the work and the time I put into writing it. Credit me at least those, ok?
Kill me. No, I’m serious. Kill me, please. Even if I have like 10 fics to complete, I claim at lj’s 30kisses Oishi/Shishido and now i have to write 30 one-shots. I’m insane. I’m a lost case. Ready for a mental ward. If you want to do the world a favor, put me in there. Come to think of it, I’ve never been normal.
After all, what normal person would claim something, she didn’t have time writing? Obviously, just me. Why I clamed if I don’t have time to write it, you ask? Because, obviously, I’m suicidal. Insane. Not normal.
And, admitedly, because I waned to read a good Oishi/Shishido fanfic. There’s so little of them in the whole wide world of fanfiction. And the fundamental principle of fanfiction writers, or more like the purpose of their existence is „If you don’t find something you want to read, write it yourself“. So I did.
*sigh*
Alright. I’ll finish my fanfics, I promise. One day, I will. I will. I swear that I will. But for now enjoy this piece.
Also, if there are some questions, read the note on the bottom.
Love’s lame ecstasy
A year.
OK, not a year. But still damn near it.
For a whole year now he had been fretting like a lovesick teenie. So lame. And the lamest thing? That he actually was a lovesick teenie. A lovesick teenager in love with a boy. The joke? That he was a boy too. A lovesick teenie boy in love with a boy. A nice one at that. So lame. So utterly lame. Lamer than lame. The lamest thing he ever encountered. Lame didn’t even describe it. It was along the lines of super duper lame. And yes, he knew he himself was lame. Love’s lame ecstasy, wasn’t it? Damn Shiraishi.
Shishido sighed and turned in his bed. Damn Shiraishi and his stupid idea of original karaoke. Damn Chitose for being such an obedient puppy. Damn Fuji for being such a manipulative piece of lame shit. Damn them for making him join their group and sing with them on that damn event. Damn them for causing him to fall in love with him all over again, just by seeing him applaud. And just as he started getting over him too. And the lamest was, that had been nine months ago. And he tried several more times to get over him, but everytime he managed to, someone came and made a scratch across all of his efforts and he found himself in love with him all over again.
Him. Oishi Shuuichiro.
Wonderfull, gentle, smiling, dream-guy Oishi Shuuichiro.
Oishi Shuuichiro who will, one day, drive him to the point where he loses that little of what remains of his sanity.
Oishi Shuuichiro who had him going mad for almost a year now.
Oishi Shuuichiro whom he couldn’t get over no matter how hard he tried, because there was always some damn jerk, sadist or simply imbecil who wouldn’t let him.
Like that one time Atobe dragged them out into one of those mansions he called cottages for an entire week. Them. Them as in them as in both teams, them as in Seigaku and Hyotei. How he managed to talk Tezuka into it, Tezuka of all people, Shishido would never know. (Though, on hindsight, he wasn’t sure he actually wanted to know.) And then put the doubles teams into the same corridor, of all the halls and floors and wings and godknewhats that giant, over-sized, divatic mansion-cottage-residence-white-house-thing had. Yes divatic was a nice word to describe it. Especially when his and Choutarou’s room was right next to the room of the golden pair. And for all of his money and wealth, why Atobe couldn’t arrange soundproof walls, Shishido wouldn’t and couldn’t understand. Maybe to torture Shishido. No. For sure. For sure, because there was no way his captain of splendid insight and amazing prowess, didn’t know about his feelings towards the Seigaku’s vice-captain. And there was no way he didn’t know what those sounds, that came through the wall in the night, did to the dash expert. No way. Really, none. So Shishido did the only thing left to do: damn Atobe to hell and back, then the same route again and then some.
Shishido sighed and turned around again. This was getting him nowhere. It was already past midnight and he had school tomorrow. It was spring and soon summer would come, along with it the tennis season, and he would think of Oishi again. How he couldn’t play him because he wasn‘t a regular yet. And because Oishi quit. Oishi quit tennis. Even though Shishido hated to admit it, his heart had shattered as he heard that.
Another turn and an image of a smiling Oishi in front of him. Oishi...
Shishido sighed. Just why couldn’t he get over that damn bastard? He had to laugh. Why did he even ask himself that? It was all damn Choutarou’s fault.
„Never underestimate the power of love, Shishido-san.“
Damn him. Shishido was sure that if he never said that on that fatefull day, he would have forgotten about Oishi a long long long time ago. But now, all he could do, was think of him. Of him and of...that kiss and...of that touch... And of Kikumaru waltzing in, calling for Oishi and yelling on top of his lungs, smashing their wonderfull moment into a hundred shreds „I won Oishi! Now you have to reward me!“
Shishido almost wished the curtains would have been drawn back, that he saw what his wonderfull Oishi had been doing to someone else than him.
Shishido snorted. The lame thing on it was, that he had fallen for a cheating bastard. A faithfull boyfriend would, after all, never kiss someone else. Even if there was chemistry between him and that someone else. Even if he found that that someone else attractive. Even if that someone else was next to him, naked, in the shower. Even if that someone else had been flirting with him without shame. Even if that certain someone was one handsom Shishido Ryou. And no, he wasn’t being narcissistic. It was the plain truth that he was attractive. Even Choutarou said that. Choutarou. Power of love. Oishi. Kiss. Damn.
Shishido turned again, the memory of that kiss painfully clutching at his heart. The feeling of loss against their partners binding them together. Kikumaru’s cheeks flushed with happiness and Choutarou’s smiling face fresh in their memory. Their duel at the invitational training camp and the two game-maker’s loss. A new feeling inside his chest, stronger than what he ever felt for his partner. He thought it would pass, but he was proven wrong within the next 20 minutes. In the shower of the lamest of all things.
He looked at his clock. 5.14 am. Fan-fucking-tastic.
„Never underestimate the power of love Shishido-san.“
„Damn you, Choutarou.“
He sighed and sat up, sick of tossing and turning. No sleep for him today. The only thing he achieved were messed up sheets. It was enough that they were dirty from his earlier...‘activities‘. Dreams. Whatever.
He stood up and went out of his room, deciding to get himself orange juice. Something wet to soothe his raw throat. Who knew that sighing could do that to one. So lame.
He entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. Just as he was pouring himself the juice, there was tabbing and suddenly a bark and Shishido looked down at his faithfull springerspaniel Aramis looking up at him accusingly.
„A little bit late to be up, huh?“
„I would call it a little bit too early, son.“
„Dad!“
Shishido senior entered the kitchen, his eyes still sleepy, but not tired at least.
„From your words I judge that you haven’t gotten sleep yet.“
Ryou looked away. „Not really.“
„Thinking about how you could attain a new light sword, or some other Star Wars merchandise, without asking directly, or is there something more serious going on in your mind?“
Ryou smiled crookedly. It was funny how his father could make jokes at the earliest hours and be so grumpy in late afternoons.
„It’s a saber. And no, I’m not thinking about that.“
„Care to share?“ His father asked as he started warming up water for coffee.
„I’d rather not...“
His father nodded. „Alright. But whenever you want to, just talk to me. Or your brother, if you feel like your old man couldn’t give you a cool enough advice. Or your mother, if you don’t find that too lame.“
Ryou actually laughed.
„I’m fine dad.“
He gulped down his orange juice and pushed himself away fron the counter he had been leaning on. „I’m going back to my room.“
„Do that. But please, if you could, spare the sheets. Your mother had to was them already thrice this week.“
Ryou froze. It was said in the most innocent way his father could muster, but he knew that if he turned around there would be something close to a smirk playing across his father’s lips. He gulped. No. No way. They were not going to have...No.
„Ryou.“ Bad. His old man rarely called him that. It was either son, young man, or squirt if he wanted to be affectionate. Needless to say, said Ryou’s horror grew. „You know, everyone goes through the same problems when they grow up and-“
Suddenly there was the sound of a door opening upstairs and were laggard footsteps on the floor, then another door opening and Ryou breathed a sigh of relief. Gramps had a nice timing for his, ahem, daily nightly routine.
„And they go through the same problems when they get old. I know dad.“
„Ryou...“
Finally the youth turned towards his father and gave him a pleading look. „Please, tell me we’re not going to have ’the talk’ at 5.23 am. Please. I’m begging you, spare me.“
For a moment he though his father was going to laugh. But then the man simply smiled and nodded.
„True. 5.23 am is not a good time for that. Go back to bed and try to get at least a little sleep. It’s Monday. You need energy for a week.“
„Yeah. I think that’s the best thing to do now. Thanks dad.“
His father nodded and Ryou went on shaking legs back into his room. He flopped down onto his messed up (and wet) bed again and promptly remembered what his father said about them and shuddered. Fuck. A big fat fuck. A lame fuck at that. Waaaay too lame. Bravo. He wondered if he could ever sleep in his bed again without thinking about it. He wondered if he could masturb...do ’activities’ again without thinking about it.
Damndamndamndamndamnfuck.
Now he had to deal not only with a broken heart (which was the lamest of all situations) but also with a dad gun-ho about... ’educating’ him about certain aspects of the life of a grown up male they haven’t discussed before (which was a situation that had the label ’lame’ written in bright and bold capitals all across of it). What had he gotten himself into? And it was all Choutarou’s fault. And Shiraishi’s. And Atobe’s.
Wallowing in his self-misery, thinking about how his life sucked and how screwed he was, he didn’t even notice how he fell into a light slumber.
ox*xo
It had been even worse than he imagined. He couldn’t get anything done, was grumpy and even got himself detention from his history teacher, falling asleep in history of all classes. History. At least he could afford it. It would have been worse if he fell asleep at geometry. But he would have been more grascious about that.
He yawned, the lack of sleep showing clearly.
„Are you alright Shishido-san?“
Shishido looked at his former kouhai and best friend. It was Monday afternoon and as every such, they met, just to be together for a few hours. They didn’t want to lose their combination and to be honest, Shishido missed his kouhai. Even if he was entirely responsible for his misery.
Currently they were sitting in a small bar, drinking their respective drinks and hanging out, chilling, simply enjoying the other’s company.
Or falling asleep in Shishido’s case.
„Yeah, yeah. I just didn’t sleep the night.“
„Did something happen?“
Shishido shook his head, smiling at the worried tone.
„Chill Choutarou. I’m fine. My head is just too full of thoughts.“
„Thoughts of a certain someone?“
Shishido looked at him as sharply that Choutarou cringed.
„I’m sorry, it was too forward of me, I apologize, dontbemadplease.“
At first Shishido looked blankly at him, but then laughed. „Choutarou... I should be sorry. I’m just too touchy on this subject lately. But if you have to know, yes, they are of a certain someone and save your breath asking. You know who.“
Ohtori was just smiling.
„It’s funny to see you so in love. But it suits you kinda.“
Shishido scowled. „Don’t you dare to laugh. It’s completely your fault.“
Choutarou shot him a surprised look. „My fault? But why?!“
„Because I said so.“ He took a big gulp from his fourth coffee that day. He already had two in school and this was his second at the bar. But as he looked at his friend he almost choked on his drink. Choutarou’s eyes were almost shocked in such an unpleasent surprise that it bordered sheer unhapiness. Suddenly Shishido felt very very very and very extremely sorry. He paused. Now that he thought about it, only Ohtori had that effect on him. Damn puppy look.
With a sigh he elaborated. „Because you said something that makes me remember him every day. For a whole year now.“
„What did I say?“
„If you don’t remember all the better. You won’t say it again. Maybe I’ll be able to forget after a while.“
„Shishido-san, why do you want to forget so badly?“
Shishido eyed him almost quizzicaly and said: „Because it’s futile.“
„Then why did he kiss you?“
Shishido looked at him again sharply, but this time Choutarou didn’t even flinch.
„Don’t try to say „Because we were in the shower, naked and I flirted with him“ because that’s no reason whatsoever. You don’t kiss people because they flirt with you. Well, some people do, but I don’t think that Oishi-san falls into that cathegory.“
Shishido snorted. Choutarou ignored it.
„What I’m trying to say Shishido-san is, that you are throwing a chance away without giving it a try. I don’t like it. It’s not like you.“
Silence settled between them. Deep down Shishido knew that Choutarou was right, he just didn’t want to admit it. It was just too lame, since the reason why he didn’t want to admit it was, that he...
He sighed and looked at the clock hanging above the door of the bar.
„I should go. Homework, walk the dog...“
Choutarou nodded, but said nothing. Shishido wondered if he upset his kouhai. Well, right now he didn’t have the strength to deal with it. He would call Choutarou later. He was already halfway out, when he heard Choutarou call after him. And even if he wanted nothing more than to run home and forget, he turned around. Maybe Choutarou wasn’t upset and if he wasn’t, Shishido wouldn’t do anything to change that. „What is it Choutarou?“
„I think I’ve said this before to you, but I have the feeling that I should repeat it. Shishido-san, you shouldn’t underes-“
„Oh no!“ this cut Choutarou effectively off and he was now staring at his former senpai wide-eyed. „Don’t you fucking dare Choutarou! Don’t you dare say that sentence! It screwed up my life already enough. Don’t you dare!“
„That sentence...“ To Shishido’s horror a wicked smile spread across Choutarou’s face. „That sentence...“ He looked as smug that Shisido feared for his life. But then, to his huge relief, Choutarou said: „Alright, I won’t say it.“
Shishido almost sighed in relief, but Choutarou beat him to it again.
„Though Shishido-san, you really shouldn’t.“
Shishido gave his former kouhai another sharp look, but Choutarou was only smiling. And as their eyes locked Shishido remembered again. He remembered it clearly. And he would continue to remember probably for all eternity. Yup, power of love, alright. He really shouldn’t underes- ARGH! Damnit all to hell.
ox*xo
In the evening he went to walk Aramis. He chose the route through the park, hoping to clear his mind and calm himself down at least to the point where he could sleep.
As they reached the park, he pulled out a tennis ball and threw it randomly, Aramis running to catch it. It was already too late when he noticed, that the trajectory he picked, ended right in the head of some guy, who was reading on a nearby bench some book. The tennis ball slammed full force into the head and Aramis, true to his race’s name, would’ve sprung right after it. But the dash expert was already there, holding the dog back.
„I’m sorry, I didn’t look and my dog-“ that was as far as he came as he noticed who exactly’s head has he thrown the tennis ball into. „Oishi?!“
The ravenhaired boy, massaging the back of his head, looked up and his green eyes widened.
„Shishido!“
Shishido simply had to laugh. Simply had to. Of all the persons he could’ve hit, he hit the person he was hitting on. (And right now it didn’t matter that he wasn’t really hitting on Oishi yet, but that was besides the point). Fate had a twisted kind of humor.
„So lame...“
„What is?“
Shishido waved it of. „Nevermind. Mind if I sit down?“
„Of course not, just sit!“ Oishi slid to the side to grant him more space and closed his book. ’Basics of kinesiology’.
„Studying?“ Shishido asked.
Oishi nodded. „ It’s not an easy studium, medicine I mean.“
Shishido smiled. „All the more a challenge, no?“
Oishi smiled softly. „Yeah. I guess it’s worth it.“
„I love to hear that. I would never forgive you if it wasn’t worth it.“
Oishi raised an eyebrow at him.
„My heart broke as I learned you are quitting.“ Aramis started jumping onto Shishido’s lap, demanding for the ball to be thrown. Oishi looked at him unreadably. Shishido threw the tennis ball and watched Aramis dash off. That dog suited to him.
„Shishido...I’m-“
„Oh no! You are not going to say you are sorry. You’re not. I’m hearing that from Choutarou every day 33 and half times. Don’t you dare to start with it too! It would be totally lame.“
Oishi smiled. „But if it’s the truth?“
„So you regret it?“
Oishi looked away. „I should.“
„So you’re not.“
Oishi looked at him surprised to hear a smirk in the voice. For several seconds they were just looking at each other. Then Aramis returned, laying the ball in front of his master’s feet.
„So.“ Shishido picked up the ball and tossed it into the air, catching it. „How’s Kikumaru?“ Aramis barked demandingly. Shishido threw the ball and Aramis dashed off after it again.
„I have no idea.“
Shsihido’s eyebrows went all the way under his cap.
„We broke up.“
Shishido’s jaw connected with the dirty ground. „Wha?“ He gave Oishi a wide eyed look of something that closely resembled shock. Oishi and Kikumaru broke up? The Golden pair broke up? It had already been a shock to the whole Kantou region to hear they broke up as doubles, but as partners? Suddenly Shishido wondered...
„Why?“
Oishi seemed to understand the unspoken meaning of the question, as he replied, esmerald green locking with indigo blue. „It was one of the reasons. However, it was not the main one.“
„Then...“
Oish sighed. „We stopped playing doubles. We’re going to different schools. We were spending less and less time together, untill it came to the point it could be called rarely. Going out had no reason anymore. So we broke up. We’re still friends though. We call each other on occassions, and so.“
„So you’re free now?“ Shishido didn’t think before it slipped out of his mouth. But in the instant it did, he regretted it. He knew how it had to sound – like some cheap whore looking out for a catch. Or some horny teenie girl. Which there was no real difference between the two.
„Shishido...“
„I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It slipped out.“
A bark interrupted him. As he looked down into accusing doggy eyes, he wondered if Aramis waited long. He threw the ball, watching his dog run after it, trying to avoid looking into Oishi’s eyes at any cost. He was afraid of what he would see there.
He wondered if he screwed this up. Wouldn’t be the first time. He was at loss of what to say, so he did everything to ignore the heavy silence settling between them. That was when Oishi spoke up.
„Nice dog.“
Shishido hazarded a glance towards him and finding nothing in those eyes to be afraid of, he turned his face fully to him and tried a smile. He succeeded. Somehow it was easy to smile when Oishi was around.
„Thanks. Granny gave him to me. His name is Aramis.“
„Strange name.“
„After a character from a french novel.“ At Oishi’s slightly bewildered look he had to chuckle. „I do read, you know.“
He went red. „Of course, I didn’t...“ A laugh stopped his stuttering.
„It was a joke. Actually, I have yet to read that novel. There was a cartoon with dogs on the motives of it. I watched it as I was like eleven. Shortly after that granny bought me this mutt.“ An offended bark and Shishido scratched the dog, that had meanwhile returned, behind his ear. „She really has to love you.“
„Loved. She died like two years ago.“
„I’m-“
Shishido silenced him with a look. „It’s fine. I still have my parents, gramps and that walking annoyance. And Aramis.“
A proud bark.
„That annoyance?“
„My older brother.“
„You have an older brother? That’s nice. I only have a little sister. She’s four years younger.“
„Wanna trade?“
They both laughed and fell into another silence, this time a comfortable one. And again it was Oishi who broke it.
„To answer your question...“
Shishido raised an eyebrow.
„Yes, I am free now.“
Eyes widening slightly, Shishido looked quickly away. He felt heat rising into his cheeks and he wanted to kick himself. Blushing in shyness was just too lame.
There was a hand on his cheek and he looked up into esmerald eyes, mere inches from him, hot breath dancing on his skin. His lips trembled in excitement and a wanton sigh escaped them, making him scowl in embarassment. That was when he felt his chin being tilted slightly upwards, and a ghost of touch on his lips...And then a real, firm and sure press of softness and he melted. Yes, this was it. This was what he remembered. This was what it felt like, what it had to feel like to be simply right. This press, this touch, this lips. Another sigh escaped him and to his mild surprise he didn’t give a damn, because a hot and wet piece of flesh used the momentum to find it’s way inside his equally hot and wet cavern, found it’s twin and played with it.
God, Oishi was such a skilled kisser... He always had been, but this...this was something else. His chest was exploading and he could feel his hands trembling as they clenched into the shirt of the darkhaired boy. His breath hitched and his heart was somewhere in his throat. Excitement was running through his veins and urging his heart to beat, as if it was it’s last chance to do so. It was the same feeling as when he got his first light saber after lusting for it for months, only better by far, as far as to the farthest point of the galaxy. The feeling of an, as lame as it sounded, dream coming true.
Suddenly everything was new, something he was expieriencing for the first time and it exceeded all of his imaginations. Not a battle for dominance, he always thought he would win. Instead it was the feeling of complete devotion as he melted into that touch, that tongue, that skill and if he was standing, his knees would’ve given up underneath him long ago. It was as if he gained wings. A surge of passion ran through him and inadvertently he tilted his head for better access. He needed to get more of this...this...fantasy. Reality. Real dream.
But as the arms around his waist, which he didn’t even remember encircling it, tightened, as he was pulled near, nearer, into the lap of the person that was currently blowing his mind away just with a simple kiss, and he felt a hard crotch pressing against growing arousal, he came very quickly back down to earth.
Realisation where this went, or would go in the future, crashed down on his full force. And he rememebred why he didn’t even try to seize the chance, he remembered what he didn’t tell Choutarou. As much as it hurt to admit it, he was afraid of exactly this. Where this could lead, where it would surely lead and first of all, what would happen after it. He didn’t even notice how his fists clutching on Oishi’s shirt tightened even more, and the excited quiver of his body changed into a nervous tremble, untill Oishi pulled away.
They were both panting, lips swollen and cheeks flushed and of all the things Oishi could’ve said...
„You’re nervous.“
Shishido almost laughed hysterically. „Nervous?! Why the fuck should I be nervous?!“
„You tell me.“
Shishido broke into a fit of chuckles he didn’t even know where they came from, or why he laughed in the first place, but it caused him to lean onto Oishi and hide his face in his chest.
„Idiot. Nervous. Me.“ But somehow he felt that both of them knew he was. He stoped laughing and there were several moments of silence. He knew Oishi waited for him to say something. Tell him what was bothering him, so that this could work. After all, these things worked only when there was sincerity and trust between them. That much, even in spite of his own inexpierience, Shishido knew. Maybe because it was same in doubles. Shishido sighed. If this was to be serious, Oishi should know. Oishi deserved to know. So if Shishido really wanted this, now was the time to prove it.
„I have never...“ He trailed off, as he found how those words had to sound. „You’re my first...“ Another bad choice of words and, oh joy, he was now stuttering. So lame. But even then, how do you confess these things?
„Had sex? First time?“ Oishi hazarded guesses in order to complete the unfinished sentences, that so carelessly left his mouth. Shishido went red and gave Oishi and almost ridiculous, mortified look.
„No! I didn’t mean to say that!“ He looked away. „Though, on hindsight, that too.“ He felt himself blushing again. Craptastic. „I wanted to say ’I’ve never been in a relationship’ and ’First boyfriend’. Actually, my first kiss, now that I think about it.“
Oishi’s face went blank.
„That...That time...was your first kiss?!“ he looked at him with shock and disbelief. „Ryou, why didn’t you tell me?! I would’ve, I would’ve...“
„Done what?“ Shishido couldn’t help it, he was grinning. It was the first time Oishi called him by his first name. It sounded better than he would’ve ever thought. Suddenly he wondered how it would sound when they...bad trail of thoughts. He snorted. „In the end, you wouldn’t have kissed me and probably forgotten about me. You were never attracted to me before back then.“
„I thought about you on several occassions.“
„Kikumaru would’ve made you forget. And don’t argue, you know it’s true.“
Oishi said nothing.
„I hoped that with the memory of the kiss, you would remember.“ Shishido spoke gently, almost silently. He didn’t know whether he was apologizing, or just being shy, but nonetheless, the expression he wore was almost soft. „I hoped it wouldn’t stop bugging you.“ Suddenly he smirked, returning to his cheeky self. „And in the end I was right.“ He closed his eyes and his smirk widened into the point it was smug. „I win.“
Oishi shook his head. „It could’ve backfired visciously.“
Shishido opened his eyes. „No risk, no fun. And even then, I got what I wanted.“
Oishi shook his head again and sighed. „Incorrigible.“
„Isn’t that why you love me?“
Instead of answering, Oishi kissed him.
Never underestimate the power of love. That’s what Choutarou told him back then. He just snorted and retorted „You won Choutarou, so look like it.“
Now, almost a year later, he called himself a lame fool, while soft lips kissed his mind away. He didn’t know if Oishi had loved him back then, he didn’t even know if he loved him now. But it would be lame not to seize the chance he was given to find it out, even if he was afraid of it, of where this could possibly lead. For now, he won. And good winners never underestimated the power of love.
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So. That’s it. One down, 29 to go. Oh dear God...
*bangs her head*
*sigh*
But at least then there will be enough Oishi/Shishido fics out there.
Notes.
1. Shishido’s family. I know he has and older brother, two parents and one grandparent, but on two different sites, I found two different things. One said it’s his grandfather, the other the grandmother. The one where it was said that it’s his gramps, said that his dog was given to him by his granny. It also said the dog’s name is Atobe, meaning that he had to know already Atobe at the time his granma died. While I’m using the version where his grandfather lives (for a reason), I decided to name the dog Aramis, because...simply because. It might have to do something with the cartoon Shishido mentioned.
2. Oishi’s family. I don’t know for sure, but I think having read somewhere that he has a little sister. Her age is however unknown to me, so I’m making it up. If you know, please correct me.
3. Damn Shiraishi. Yes, this is a reference. I am shamelessly borrowing Tachikiritai and Koi no gekidasa ecstasy (translating to Love’s lame ecstasy *points to fic title*) for this purpose. Sew me if you want.
4. OOC-ness. I know. I know. Though, my best friend, whom I gave this to reread, because I had a feeling that it was chaotic, but I couldn’t figure out what exactly it was so I asked for her help, said, that they were wonderfully in character. So, I guess it’s not as bad as I think it is. You should listen to your seme. Really, you should. Even if you are a badass. To fuck with a seme is, admittedly, pleasurable, but, at the same time, dangerous. But all the more thrilling. Though you really shouldn’t (’underestimate the power of love’) mess with your seme.
5. As you might have noticed there are another few references to, as you probably all have already guessed, another fic (fics?) from the 30kisses arc that isn’t written yet. It’s about what happened prior to this, where it all started and how could it be that these two game-makers could have chosen one other instead of their faithfull doubles partners. It will be the the next ’kiss’.
I think that’s all I’ve wanted to say... If you have any questions, you know what you have to do: ASK me, ne?
Thanks for reading and reviewing (because I know you are going to be reviewing right about now , won’t you ?) !!!
Kisses and hugs,
Mana