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lotus_beauty) wrote2007-01-08 01:59 am
[Fic] Discretion 9: Decision
Title: Discretion
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lotus_beauty
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: ot3-ish
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: See Part 1
Disclaimer: w-inds. are not mine. Woe.
Discretion 1: Infatuation
Discretion 2: Determination
Discretion 3: Situation
Discretion 4: Continuation
Discretion 5: Intoxication
Discretion 6: Confusion
Discretion 7: Attraction
Discretion 8: Intermission
Discretion 9: Decision
Keita flinched and laughed as Ryohei walked by, ruffling his hair as he went. He shook his head in amusement and leaned down from his sitting position on the bench to tie his spikes on. It had been a long few weeks and the blonde was obviously happy to see him back. Keita was definitely glad to be back.
Having to stay home and rest had been boring. Well, the first few days he caught up on sleep he’d lost staying up late playing video games before. After he got sick of sleeping, he caught up on some TV shows and carefully got to rearrange the things in his place, finally getting rid of all the boxes. It looked a lot more open now, and lived in. He liked it. While finally finishing unpacking, he found the last piece to his Ryuichi Ogata collection—a guitar pick he’d managed to catch at the last live he’d gone to. He’d smiled when he placed it with the rest of his collection, knowing he’d have to show it to Ryohei sometime.
Despite promising himself not to use the painkillers the doctor had given him, Keita had to give in one fateful day. He’d been searching for a pot in the kitchen in the bottom cabinet. Upon finding it, he stood up rather quickly. It wasn’t the standing up part that had hurt his head, but the open cabinet door that had smacked right into the wounded spot on his forehead that had caused the pain. He had managed to stumble his way to the couch to wait for the pain to subside, but after waiting a few hours, and whimpering all the while, it wouldn’t abate. So, he had to whimper his way to the bottle of pills in his bedroom and take two before promptly being knocked out by the drugs and sleeping the rest of the day.
Ryohei had managed to stop by on his rest day to check up on the younger man. He hadn’t stayed long, but he was there long enough to wince at the grossness of Keita’s wound, which he’d taken the gauze off of so it could air out a little bit. The blonde helped him clean it and put a new cover on it, which was very nice of him. He also enjoyed Ryohei’s visit because he got to see the blonde finally sneak over to his collection of Ryuichi’s music and look at the more rare items. Ryohei flailed over a VHS Keita had gleaned off of Yahoo!Japan at one point, and he fully enjoyed Ryohei’s shock, and how the blonde pretended to stick the tape in his jacket and sneak away.
He was sad when the shorter man had to leave as suddenly as he showed up. Ryohei explained it was the day of his sister’s surprise party that Keita had helped him pick out presents for. Keita almost wished he could go along to see how well the gifts he’d helped with would fare. Ryohei had been kind though and gave Keita a hug before he was about to leave, which led to a kiss that neither of them thought was going to end. He could tell by the look in the blonde’s eyes when they finally pried themselves apart, that he didn’t want to go. But he finally did, leaving Keita to smack his head on the side of the doorway in embarrassment only to earn a headache for an hour.
But today! Today he was fully rested, in great shape, and was injured in no way whatsoever! He felt at home back amongst his teammates, in his favorite sport. And today, he’d made a decision. He was going to finally ask Ryohei to talk because he had managed to find… well some words that would explain how he felt to the young man. Words could never completely explain his feelings in any way, but he would get them across somehow.
He frowned at the fact that he’d managed to tie a knot in his laces and undid them as someone stopped next to him. Stupid laces…
“Hey, Tachibana,” Kamiya greeted him.
“Hey,” he answered absentmindedly as he finished tying his shoe correctly and sat up. “Need something?”
“Nah,” the older man grinned, though in an odd way that put Keita on edge. “It’s just that, I noticed you always paid lots of attention to Ryohei. I was just curious about something.”
Keita froze as he stared at the man. “W-what?” Just where was he going with this? Was Kamiya implying what he thought he was implying?
“Are you gay?” Kamiya asked loudly, attracting the attention of the entire locker room as everyone stopped and went silent. Keita stared at the lockers in front of him as he felt his face heat up in embarrassment. He had no idea what to say, or even how to react! And the longer he waited, the more obvious he was. Everyone jumped when a locker slammed loudly to Keita’s left, and he looked over to see Ryohei turning from it, Ken next to him and both of them glaring at Kamiya.
“You got a problem with Tachi-kun?” the blonde asked darkly. Keita blinked as he realized Ryohei was distracting Kamiya and defending him. But this was his fight, and he wanted to finish it.
Keita stood, crossing his arms as he glared down at the shorter Kamiya. “Well?” he asked to watch the shorter man put up his hands and retreat as sounds returned to the locker room. Coward, Keita thought as he stared angrily at the spot where Kamiya had been. How dare that jerk try to throw off his game with that cheap shot? And he’d been loud so that everyone could hear!
“You okay?” Ryohei asked as he moved closer.
“NO.” Keita emphasized the word by kicking the row of lockers at the same time. “Just a complication I’ll have to deal with,” he growled, reaching up to ruffle Ryohei’s hair as a thank you, to hear a chuckle from the blonde.
“This practice will be interesting!” he heard Ryohei say as he walked out to the field, his two friends following him out.
And practice was definitely interesting. Besides working harder than he’d ever worked before, to prove he was still in shape after his injury, Keita decided to prove that whether he was gay or not had no effect on his ability to beat the crap out of Kamiya at soccer. He could tell his teammates enjoyed watching him attack the jerk and steal the ball time after time. After a while, he got bored of it when he noticed Kamiya was getting really tired, and left him alone fore the rest of practice. He’d exacted his revenge—complication nullified.
When practice was finally over, his legs felt like noodles and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand. Everything was normal after that, which surprised Keita. He made his way, slowly but surely, to the locker rooms to cool down, shower and get dressed. The only difference was, a lot more people came up and talked to him. A few quietly apologized to him for not saying anything or standing up for him before. He wondered why they would do that and voiced this to Hayashi who had shrugged and said that it didn’t matter to him or anyone else if Keita was gay or not. He was a good player who did his job on their team, he was a good person, and that’s what mattered the most to them. Flustered by this, Keita thanked him, not sure what else to say. He had expected people to avoid him, and maybe some players would, but it was definitely nice to know people respected him for his hard work. It was very flattering.
Keita glanced over to see Ryohei wandering over to his locker. “Hey, Ryohei.” He needed to say something to the blonde about this. He had to try to ask about the talk his friend had promised him. “About what happened…”
“You know,” Ryohei drawled as he stopped next to the younger man. “I believe Kamiya tried that nasty trick on me as well.”
“Eh?!” Keita stared in surprise. “The same thing on you?”
“Well, he went about it really sneaky. He would say loudly to other players I was paying a lot of attention to Ken.” Ryohei rolled his eyes as Keita did the same. “I confronted him one day when no one else was around us, and he shut up about it after that. I wouldn’t worry about it. It seems everyone knows Kamiya’s game now.” He grinned.
“That or he’s trying to shift the attention off himself,” Keita commented, making Ryohei and Ken laugh.
The blonde punched his arm lightly. “Nice zinger!”
“So your brain still works after the accident,” Ken poked Keita’s head to get an amused push from the taller.
“Of course it still works!” Keita defended.
“It didn’t work to begin with,” Ryohei replied as he poked Keita’s head as well.
Keita sighed in aggravation. “What makes you think that?”
“You’re friends with me. You must be insane,” Ryohei reasoned to make him laugh.
“Well then, since I’ve been accosted of a sort today, I think I deserve someone buying me dinner.” He shot a look at Ryohei who whistled innocently.
“I agree,” Ken replied.
“What?! Why do I have to buy it?” the blonde protested with a whine.
“Because!” Keita and Ken said at the same time, causing one another to laugh as Ryohei pouted.
“Fiiiiiiiine,” the shorter man huffed. “But I’m not paying for Ken.” He crossed his arms and looked away as if to ignore Ken’s protests.
“Why not?!” the goalie did protest, quite loudly as Keita tried to hide his snickers.
“Because you didn’t get injured or anything lately. Keita deserves something nice!” Ryohei stuck his tongue out at Ken, who smirked for some reason, which made the taller frown curiously.
“Keita?” Ken asked slyly, making the blonde blush suddenly as Keita realized what he meant.
“I’m hungry!” he distracted them, complaining loudly as he started toward the door, hearing a thump and an ‘oof’ as he assumed Ryohei punched Ken in the stomach. He mourned missing seeing it happen as he led the other two out of the locker room.
“I get to pick the place!” Ryohei said as the exited the building, Ken laughing.
“Why?” Keita asked. “Going to make sure it’s cheap?” he asked with a clever grin.
The blonde shook his head as he took the lead. “I’m craving something other than a burger today. I’m picking the place!” he reiterated as he pulled his mp3 player out and stuck the buds in his ears. Keita and Ken shrugged at one another, knowing they weren’t going to change Ryohei’s mind or get another word out of him until they were at the place they were being led to.
Keita wasn’t surprised when Ryohei’s decisions led them to Shibuya, but rather was when the short blonde opened the door of an Italian restaurant and ushered the other two in. Ken also seemed surprised, but told Keita it was one of Ryohei’s favorite restaurants. As they waited for the greeter to appear, Ryohei’s phone rang and he grabbed it out of his pocket, moving away to answer.
“Hiii!” he seemed happy to get the call, and Keita was curious about who the caller was.
“How many?” the waitress asked politely.
“Three,” Ken replied as Keita looked back to Ryohei, who looked worried.
“What?” the blonde asked into the phone quietly. “No, that won’t work. Tomorrow? I guess so,” he replied as he looked disappointed. “Yeah… No! It’s okay! I promise.” He smiled.
Ken poked Keita’s shoulder and he motioned for the goalie to go sit. He watched to see where Ken sat, then turned back to the shorter man.
“I will. Bye!” Ryohei stowed his phone. “Sorry about that!”
“It’s okay,” Keita told him as he led him away to where Ken had gone with the waitress to be seated. He wondered who Ryohei had been talking to as they sat and got comfortable to look over the menus. Keita stared at his menu for a good 5 minutes before he noticed Ryohei sitting there looking bored. Upon questioning, he admitted he knew exactly what he wanted, making Keita and Ken laugh. Keita confessed that he had no idea what to get and Ryohei got up from his spot next to Ken across from Keita, and sat next to the brunette on his side of the booth, pointing out dishes he thought were good and explained what was in them. Keita was grateful for the help.
After ordering, conversation ensued and waned when the food finally arrived. Conversation then died as they practically inhaled their meals. Keita never knew pasta could taste so good. He finished first with Ken a close second, but Ryohei stated that he wanted to savour his food, so he took it slow, fully enjoying his meal. Keita didn’t realize he was staring at the blonde until Ken snapped his fingers next to the young man’s ear, making him jump. Damn those lips again!
Keita blushed and apologized. “Sorry, kind of zoned out there.” Ken just grinned and rolled his eyes in amusement.
Once everyone was finished, including Ryohei, the three of them asked for the check and made their way to the front to pay. Ken refused to let Ryohei pay, but the shorter blonde swiped Ken’s ticket and paid for everyone’s meals before the goalie could stop him. Keita was surprised by the action, since he’d said he didn’t want to pay for Ken.
“You’re not supposed to pay for me!” Ken protested. Keita grinned in amusement, knowing just hours earlier he’d wanted Ryohei to pay.
“Consider it an early birthday present,” Ryohei replied nonchalantly as he exited the premises, making Ken chase after as the brunette shook his head at their antics. He nodded to the hostess before making his way out and found the two men had quickly made up and Ken was waving goodbye, telling Keita to make sure that Ryohei got home in one piece.
Keita waved, saying he would definitely do so, and emphasized this by picking up the blonde and hoisting him over his shoulder, walking the opposite way. Ryohei loudly objected to this and Ken could be heard laughing down the street as Keita trotted away. Contented by his own deed, he stopped to set the blonde down at the corner, but decided to smack his bottom for good measure before doing so (after looking around to make sure no one was paying too much attention).
“What was that for?” Ryohei rubbed his bottom and pouted.
“For paying,” he replied simply. “It was kind of expensive.”
Ryohei waved it off. “You deserved it.”
“Thank you, Ryohei.” Keita smiled, blushing himself as he watched the blonde do so a bit as well.
“Don’t mention it,” the blonde replied as he bobbed his head modestly.
“So,” Keita started as he glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “When can we have that talk?”
Ryohei sighed regretfully. “I’m sorry Keita, I was planning on it today.”
“The phone call?” he asked, still wondering what it was about.
The blonde nodded. “Can we do it tomorrow? I know you’ve waited a while to talk to me, and I’m really sorry—”
“No, it’s okay,” Keita tried to assure him. “It’s better tomorrow since it’s our day off anyway.”
Ryohei gave him a relieved smile. “Thanks.”
Keita’s impatience cursed his good nature as he and the blonde made their way back to the train station. But somehow, Keita was relieved because he didn’t feel right intruding on Ryohei’s home so late anyway. Having a talk on a day when they were rested and a holiday as well was better. It was a good decision.
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Author:
lotus_beautyRating: PG-13
Pairings: ot3-ish
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: See Part 1
Disclaimer: w-inds. are not mine. Woe.
Discretion 1: Infatuation
Discretion 2: Determination
Discretion 3: Situation
Discretion 4: Continuation
Discretion 5: Intoxication
Discretion 6: Confusion
Discretion 7: Attraction
Discretion 8: Intermission
Discretion 9: Decision
Keita flinched and laughed as Ryohei walked by, ruffling his hair as he went. He shook his head in amusement and leaned down from his sitting position on the bench to tie his spikes on. It had been a long few weeks and the blonde was obviously happy to see him back. Keita was definitely glad to be back.
Having to stay home and rest had been boring. Well, the first few days he caught up on sleep he’d lost staying up late playing video games before. After he got sick of sleeping, he caught up on some TV shows and carefully got to rearrange the things in his place, finally getting rid of all the boxes. It looked a lot more open now, and lived in. He liked it. While finally finishing unpacking, he found the last piece to his Ryuichi Ogata collection—a guitar pick he’d managed to catch at the last live he’d gone to. He’d smiled when he placed it with the rest of his collection, knowing he’d have to show it to Ryohei sometime.
Despite promising himself not to use the painkillers the doctor had given him, Keita had to give in one fateful day. He’d been searching for a pot in the kitchen in the bottom cabinet. Upon finding it, he stood up rather quickly. It wasn’t the standing up part that had hurt his head, but the open cabinet door that had smacked right into the wounded spot on his forehead that had caused the pain. He had managed to stumble his way to the couch to wait for the pain to subside, but after waiting a few hours, and whimpering all the while, it wouldn’t abate. So, he had to whimper his way to the bottle of pills in his bedroom and take two before promptly being knocked out by the drugs and sleeping the rest of the day.
Ryohei had managed to stop by on his rest day to check up on the younger man. He hadn’t stayed long, but he was there long enough to wince at the grossness of Keita’s wound, which he’d taken the gauze off of so it could air out a little bit. The blonde helped him clean it and put a new cover on it, which was very nice of him. He also enjoyed Ryohei’s visit because he got to see the blonde finally sneak over to his collection of Ryuichi’s music and look at the more rare items. Ryohei flailed over a VHS Keita had gleaned off of Yahoo!Japan at one point, and he fully enjoyed Ryohei’s shock, and how the blonde pretended to stick the tape in his jacket and sneak away.
He was sad when the shorter man had to leave as suddenly as he showed up. Ryohei explained it was the day of his sister’s surprise party that Keita had helped him pick out presents for. Keita almost wished he could go along to see how well the gifts he’d helped with would fare. Ryohei had been kind though and gave Keita a hug before he was about to leave, which led to a kiss that neither of them thought was going to end. He could tell by the look in the blonde’s eyes when they finally pried themselves apart, that he didn’t want to go. But he finally did, leaving Keita to smack his head on the side of the doorway in embarrassment only to earn a headache for an hour.
But today! Today he was fully rested, in great shape, and was injured in no way whatsoever! He felt at home back amongst his teammates, in his favorite sport. And today, he’d made a decision. He was going to finally ask Ryohei to talk because he had managed to find… well some words that would explain how he felt to the young man. Words could never completely explain his feelings in any way, but he would get them across somehow.
He frowned at the fact that he’d managed to tie a knot in his laces and undid them as someone stopped next to him. Stupid laces…
“Hey, Tachibana,” Kamiya greeted him.
“Hey,” he answered absentmindedly as he finished tying his shoe correctly and sat up. “Need something?”
“Nah,” the older man grinned, though in an odd way that put Keita on edge. “It’s just that, I noticed you always paid lots of attention to Ryohei. I was just curious about something.”
Keita froze as he stared at the man. “W-what?” Just where was he going with this? Was Kamiya implying what he thought he was implying?
“Are you gay?” Kamiya asked loudly, attracting the attention of the entire locker room as everyone stopped and went silent. Keita stared at the lockers in front of him as he felt his face heat up in embarrassment. He had no idea what to say, or even how to react! And the longer he waited, the more obvious he was. Everyone jumped when a locker slammed loudly to Keita’s left, and he looked over to see Ryohei turning from it, Ken next to him and both of them glaring at Kamiya.
“You got a problem with Tachi-kun?” the blonde asked darkly. Keita blinked as he realized Ryohei was distracting Kamiya and defending him. But this was his fight, and he wanted to finish it.
Keita stood, crossing his arms as he glared down at the shorter Kamiya. “Well?” he asked to watch the shorter man put up his hands and retreat as sounds returned to the locker room. Coward, Keita thought as he stared angrily at the spot where Kamiya had been. How dare that jerk try to throw off his game with that cheap shot? And he’d been loud so that everyone could hear!
“You okay?” Ryohei asked as he moved closer.
“NO.” Keita emphasized the word by kicking the row of lockers at the same time. “Just a complication I’ll have to deal with,” he growled, reaching up to ruffle Ryohei’s hair as a thank you, to hear a chuckle from the blonde.
“This practice will be interesting!” he heard Ryohei say as he walked out to the field, his two friends following him out.
And practice was definitely interesting. Besides working harder than he’d ever worked before, to prove he was still in shape after his injury, Keita decided to prove that whether he was gay or not had no effect on his ability to beat the crap out of Kamiya at soccer. He could tell his teammates enjoyed watching him attack the jerk and steal the ball time after time. After a while, he got bored of it when he noticed Kamiya was getting really tired, and left him alone fore the rest of practice. He’d exacted his revenge—complication nullified.
When practice was finally over, his legs felt like noodles and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand. Everything was normal after that, which surprised Keita. He made his way, slowly but surely, to the locker rooms to cool down, shower and get dressed. The only difference was, a lot more people came up and talked to him. A few quietly apologized to him for not saying anything or standing up for him before. He wondered why they would do that and voiced this to Hayashi who had shrugged and said that it didn’t matter to him or anyone else if Keita was gay or not. He was a good player who did his job on their team, he was a good person, and that’s what mattered the most to them. Flustered by this, Keita thanked him, not sure what else to say. He had expected people to avoid him, and maybe some players would, but it was definitely nice to know people respected him for his hard work. It was very flattering.
Keita glanced over to see Ryohei wandering over to his locker. “Hey, Ryohei.” He needed to say something to the blonde about this. He had to try to ask about the talk his friend had promised him. “About what happened…”
“You know,” Ryohei drawled as he stopped next to the younger man. “I believe Kamiya tried that nasty trick on me as well.”
“Eh?!” Keita stared in surprise. “The same thing on you?”
“Well, he went about it really sneaky. He would say loudly to other players I was paying a lot of attention to Ken.” Ryohei rolled his eyes as Keita did the same. “I confronted him one day when no one else was around us, and he shut up about it after that. I wouldn’t worry about it. It seems everyone knows Kamiya’s game now.” He grinned.
“That or he’s trying to shift the attention off himself,” Keita commented, making Ryohei and Ken laugh.
The blonde punched his arm lightly. “Nice zinger!”
“So your brain still works after the accident,” Ken poked Keita’s head to get an amused push from the taller.
“Of course it still works!” Keita defended.
“It didn’t work to begin with,” Ryohei replied as he poked Keita’s head as well.
Keita sighed in aggravation. “What makes you think that?”
“You’re friends with me. You must be insane,” Ryohei reasoned to make him laugh.
“Well then, since I’ve been accosted of a sort today, I think I deserve someone buying me dinner.” He shot a look at Ryohei who whistled innocently.
“I agree,” Ken replied.
“What?! Why do I have to buy it?” the blonde protested with a whine.
“Because!” Keita and Ken said at the same time, causing one another to laugh as Ryohei pouted.
“Fiiiiiiiine,” the shorter man huffed. “But I’m not paying for Ken.” He crossed his arms and looked away as if to ignore Ken’s protests.
“Why not?!” the goalie did protest, quite loudly as Keita tried to hide his snickers.
“Because you didn’t get injured or anything lately. Keita deserves something nice!” Ryohei stuck his tongue out at Ken, who smirked for some reason, which made the taller frown curiously.
“Keita?” Ken asked slyly, making the blonde blush suddenly as Keita realized what he meant.
“I’m hungry!” he distracted them, complaining loudly as he started toward the door, hearing a thump and an ‘oof’ as he assumed Ryohei punched Ken in the stomach. He mourned missing seeing it happen as he led the other two out of the locker room.
“I get to pick the place!” Ryohei said as the exited the building, Ken laughing.
“Why?” Keita asked. “Going to make sure it’s cheap?” he asked with a clever grin.
The blonde shook his head as he took the lead. “I’m craving something other than a burger today. I’m picking the place!” he reiterated as he pulled his mp3 player out and stuck the buds in his ears. Keita and Ken shrugged at one another, knowing they weren’t going to change Ryohei’s mind or get another word out of him until they were at the place they were being led to.
Keita wasn’t surprised when Ryohei’s decisions led them to Shibuya, but rather was when the short blonde opened the door of an Italian restaurant and ushered the other two in. Ken also seemed surprised, but told Keita it was one of Ryohei’s favorite restaurants. As they waited for the greeter to appear, Ryohei’s phone rang and he grabbed it out of his pocket, moving away to answer.
“Hiii!” he seemed happy to get the call, and Keita was curious about who the caller was.
“How many?” the waitress asked politely.
“Three,” Ken replied as Keita looked back to Ryohei, who looked worried.
“What?” the blonde asked into the phone quietly. “No, that won’t work. Tomorrow? I guess so,” he replied as he looked disappointed. “Yeah… No! It’s okay! I promise.” He smiled.
Ken poked Keita’s shoulder and he motioned for the goalie to go sit. He watched to see where Ken sat, then turned back to the shorter man.
“I will. Bye!” Ryohei stowed his phone. “Sorry about that!”
“It’s okay,” Keita told him as he led him away to where Ken had gone with the waitress to be seated. He wondered who Ryohei had been talking to as they sat and got comfortable to look over the menus. Keita stared at his menu for a good 5 minutes before he noticed Ryohei sitting there looking bored. Upon questioning, he admitted he knew exactly what he wanted, making Keita and Ken laugh. Keita confessed that he had no idea what to get and Ryohei got up from his spot next to Ken across from Keita, and sat next to the brunette on his side of the booth, pointing out dishes he thought were good and explained what was in them. Keita was grateful for the help.
After ordering, conversation ensued and waned when the food finally arrived. Conversation then died as they practically inhaled their meals. Keita never knew pasta could taste so good. He finished first with Ken a close second, but Ryohei stated that he wanted to savour his food, so he took it slow, fully enjoying his meal. Keita didn’t realize he was staring at the blonde until Ken snapped his fingers next to the young man’s ear, making him jump. Damn those lips again!
Keita blushed and apologized. “Sorry, kind of zoned out there.” Ken just grinned and rolled his eyes in amusement.
Once everyone was finished, including Ryohei, the three of them asked for the check and made their way to the front to pay. Ken refused to let Ryohei pay, but the shorter blonde swiped Ken’s ticket and paid for everyone’s meals before the goalie could stop him. Keita was surprised by the action, since he’d said he didn’t want to pay for Ken.
“You’re not supposed to pay for me!” Ken protested. Keita grinned in amusement, knowing just hours earlier he’d wanted Ryohei to pay.
“Consider it an early birthday present,” Ryohei replied nonchalantly as he exited the premises, making Ken chase after as the brunette shook his head at their antics. He nodded to the hostess before making his way out and found the two men had quickly made up and Ken was waving goodbye, telling Keita to make sure that Ryohei got home in one piece.
Keita waved, saying he would definitely do so, and emphasized this by picking up the blonde and hoisting him over his shoulder, walking the opposite way. Ryohei loudly objected to this and Ken could be heard laughing down the street as Keita trotted away. Contented by his own deed, he stopped to set the blonde down at the corner, but decided to smack his bottom for good measure before doing so (after looking around to make sure no one was paying too much attention).
“What was that for?” Ryohei rubbed his bottom and pouted.
“For paying,” he replied simply. “It was kind of expensive.”
Ryohei waved it off. “You deserved it.”
“Thank you, Ryohei.” Keita smiled, blushing himself as he watched the blonde do so a bit as well.
“Don’t mention it,” the blonde replied as he bobbed his head modestly.
“So,” Keita started as he glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “When can we have that talk?”
Ryohei sighed regretfully. “I’m sorry Keita, I was planning on it today.”
“The phone call?” he asked, still wondering what it was about.
The blonde nodded. “Can we do it tomorrow? I know you’ve waited a while to talk to me, and I’m really sorry—”
“No, it’s okay,” Keita tried to assure him. “It’s better tomorrow since it’s our day off anyway.”
Ryohei gave him a relieved smile. “Thanks.”
Keita’s impatience cursed his good nature as he and the blonde made their way back to the train station. But somehow, Keita was relieved because he didn’t feel right intruding on Ryohei’s home so late anyway. Having a talk on a day when they were rested and a holiday as well was better. It was a good decision.
~***~
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This fic is so good! Can't wait for more ^____^
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