follow the flow of the rhythm
Seeming that I will be gone for a while, I am going to treat you all and post up one of my fanfictions because I feel like being kind today. ^___^ Yes...this is utter crack and the pairing is really demented. But still, I hope you guys are able to read and enjoy it otherwise.
Title -- follow the flow of the rhythm
pairings -- wakato hiroshi x Kamio Akira
rating -- R
summary -- Kamio is lost within the rhythm...
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Authors note: hmmmmmmmmmmMMM. Kamio Akira and Wakato Hiroshi... One thing I do not know, is HOW THE HELL DOES THIS COUPLE EVEN WORK?! *sighs* I dunno...but I somehow managed to make it work. xD Have they even met up before?!?!?! The closest I recall them being together was at the camp, but even then they were so damn far apart! At first I didn’t know what to write about and when I got into the story I couldn’t stop writing! To be quite honest with you, I am actually quite pleased with the outcome of this story.
Enjoy
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Kamio Akira loves music. Music is his life. Without it, there would be no point of his existence.
He has quite a broad taste in music, listens to stuff which fits his mood. Despite his broad taste, he does have a style of music he is into the most. He enjoyed listening to a lot a trance and techno based music and preferred the more, faster beat songs.
He also loves to dance. Oh how he loves to dance. In clubs he moves and shifts his body in a professional manor, getting lost within the music. As he stepped into the club escaping the frosty cool night air, and when roaring music registered into his brain, instantly his body would move on its own without him telling it to. It made his whole body shiver as he moved about in the crowded area of people, swaying their hips from side to side, rubbing their bodies seductively and boldly onto each other. Waving their multi coloured glow sticks frantically in the air. Chanting and cheering to the DJ to carry on playing the tunes he was mixing up for the people who were there that night. He had to keep himself from moaning out loud in enjoyment, seeming that he just loved the atmosphere so much.
Beer, vodka, shot glasses all gulped down one after the other as he lounged on the side of the bar. He was a regular in this club, so the workers knew who he was. Chatting, joking and flirting with him. Saying who was going to be his next target tonight. He wasn’t a light weight drinker, seeming he is so used to drinking strong drinks, his body had adapted to it. Ibu was constantly complaining and nagging to him days after his clubbing nights, saying he needs to cut out some of the clubbing, drinking and sex, as it was not wise or good for someone who plays such a sport like tennis so seriously and regularly, that it could really mess up with his future. Kamio really needed to take that into consideration, seeming that they had the nationals creeping up on all of them so soon.
Kamio knew Ibu made a good point and that he was being careless, but he seriously couldn’t help himself. Once he is in one with the music, nothing can stop him. Everything just seemed so natural, so right. It was one of the only times where Kamio could escape and be at ease with himself. The one place where he could relax, and it just so happened to be this night club. It was as if it was a drug. If he did not get a fix of the one thing he most desired, he would slowly but surely go insane. Sure he was under aged to do such things, but Kamio never let that be an issue. After all, he did look much more older than his current age of 14.
Music blared loud and hard, flashing lights flickered wildly as his eyes darted about the place, taking in everything and loving every moment of it. He lent back on the counter facing away from it and looking dead on at the dance floor. He had on black skin-tight jeans with a black and sleek leather jacket on. Zipped down revealing his toned abs and stomach muscles. Girls squealed and whistled after him as he made his way through the club. Even some guys had to keep themselves from gaping at him. Kamio smiled slightly at noticing this, as he fixed his short and deep red hair so it wouldn’t get into his eyes.
It was only after a while in being there, when it all started off. Kamio noticed a familiar face among the crowd of people who was in front of him. A familiar boy who had ginger flicked up hair, with a blue and white cap turned to the side on his head. With an extremely smug smile plastered onto his face as girls surrounded him.
He remembered him from a school he couldn’t ever remember the name of. A master of copycat who could imitate great pro tennis players from around the world. He couldn’t even remember his name. The only reason why he remembered him was because he was interviewed in a local tennis magazine that Kamio sometimes purchases from the shop, and just so happened to come across the article about his views on Seigaku and basically bad mouthing all of them...especially that damned Kaidoh.
...Which at the time made Kamio smile grimly. He was never too fond of that viper, especially after playing him in one of their matches quite some time ago. He had a bad attitude towards everyone and was basically a loner. He didn’t like his style of tennis either, it was kind of spasticated and weird.
But back to the ginger head guy, he wasn’t a regular...in fact, Kamio had never seen this guy anywhere near this club in his life. He can’t even remember if he had actually met this guy in person before. But despite that, he seemed to be the most popular one there at the moment...even though he was basically unknown. In places like this you needed to earn your respect, you don’t just get it handed to you like that. You had to start from the very bottom, just the same way Fudomire had to when they started up their own unknown tennis team.
For some reason this infuriated Kamio, even though he wasn’t the type prone to popularity. He couldn’t exactly say why he was all of a sudden...the guy really hadn’t done anything wrong. He wasn’t jealous or anything, just really annoyed that he was accepted with such ease and others like himself didn’t at first. The girls...especially the girls seemed so fond and so intoxicated by his ’supposingly’ good looks. He loved all of the attention, you could see it in his eyes. He just stood there in the center of all them and bragged and joked, while they all listened in and squealed over things which weren’t really that interesting.
Kamio made his way over and observed him for a while. And the more he did, the more and more he thought what a total twat and loser the guy was. Seriously...what did all of these people see in him? He was just a fake pretty boy, who didn’t really have that much things special about him. Even his looks were quite average, he convinced himself that there were much more attractive guys he knew...even back on his own team Fudomire.
After about a minute, he sighed bored and headed back towards the dance floor where he belonged most in that place. But as he headed back, suddenly felt the urge to stop. He felt a cold tingly feeling run down the back of his spine like slow poison. He felt as if someone was watching him, someone was watching his every movement. He really wanted to turn around to see if it was just his imagination, but he forced himself not to and continued on walking towards his desired area.
It was then when he felt arms caress him from behind and was gently dragged back into an embrace. It was defiantly not a girl, unless this girl was so happen to be extremely built and taller than him, not to mention flat chested. Kamio went to instantly pull away and yell at the person who was stupid enough to just grab him like that, when he felt the person lean towards his left ear and whispered.
“I’ve been waiting for you...Akira-kun.” The soft tone used in the boy’s voice sent bolts running down and through his body. He froze quite startled at the person knowing and using his given name. He blushed slightly, as he fight for words to defend himself...but none came. He felt himself being lead by the older guy towards the dance floor.
How this guy knew his name, Kamio didn’t know. But that soon came to one of his least worries as they started to synchronise with each as they blended and moved with the music. Lights sparked brightly around them, his body felt like he had been set on fire. Words could not even describe how he had felt at that particular moment. That guy was a damn good dancer! And a sexy one to top things off. He allowed himself to be lost deep within the rhythm, as he felt the guy’s hand sliver and wander around his toned body. He felt fingers play around his now hardened nipple, as he rested his head back on the guy’s broadened shoulders and let out a small sigh.
He then felt his body been turned around and to now face the guy. He looked hot...hungry and filled with lust. It was then Kamio realized that this guy wanted him, he was looking at him in that way. Before he could even respond, he felt lips clashed against his as he was hit with an intense kiss. He also realized that this guy had really soft lips and was a kissing god! Kamio’s heart raced as he hungrily found himself kissing back, lips parting, tongues darting and dancing around each other, in rhythm to the music.
It was soon after that when he found himself stumbling into the guy’s house, kissing him hard at the process in the hallway of his home as the front door was still wide open. The guy laughed softly, as he dragged himself away to go and shut the door. As soon as that was over, Kamio almost immediately dragged the ginger haired guy back and pressed his lips onto his hard.
Clothes got torn off of each others bodies. Thrown down leaving a trail up towards his room. Kamio found himself pushed quite roughly onto the guy’s bed. It was all quite rough, but Kamio enjoyed the rough treatment, it only just turned him on even more. This was crazy...he didn’t even know who the guy was and yet here he was on his bed, ready to get fucked by the guy. He really needed to cut down on all of this wild partying just like Ibu said, maybe it would do him some good.
The bed creaked as the older boy towered over Kamio, naked, hard and ready. Kamio dragged the guy down into another one of those deep sensational kisses. He felt their naked erections press into each other and he let out groan as he leant up even more to the other guy’s body.
All you could hear from outside of the guy’s rooms, were screams of pleasures, the bed frequently creaking and sound of skin rubbing up against each other as the two boys went at it all night long.
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In the morning, they were awake by a large banging noise on the guy’s door.
“Hiroshi! Why the hell are your clothes scattered all across the house?!” There was a long pause, before the much older woman decided to carry on. “...Seriously this has got to stop. Bringing all of these girls back home...its a nuisance. You are really taking the piss and you are really pushing my buttons! For haven sakes your only 15! You better clean up your act now or else.” Footsteps were heard going down the corridor and away from his bedroom door. He sighed heavily as he turned over to close his eyes again.
“I wonder how long it would take her to realize that it isn’t girl’s clothing that is scattered on the floor this time.” He mumbled to himself as he snuggled his face into his pillow, slightly smiling at the thought of his mother finding out that new discovery. Kamio stirred slightly as his eyes flickered open.
“Wha...” He began sleepily, opening his eyes blinking at the guy laying in front of him, slightly confused to what all of that yelling was.
He must have noticed, and filled him in. “My mother...she was annoyed that I keep on bringing people back from places that I go. And well...leaving a mess and making too much noise.” He kinder pulled a humorous face, as if he found that hilarious. Kamio didn’t, and just pulled a face to show that he didn’t really approve.
Kamio dragged himself up off of his bed in search of his underwear, where he instantly saw it just laying there on the floor next to the bed. He lent down and picked it up, slipped it on underneath the covers and stood up. The first thing he did was head straight to the window, maybe from looking outside he could work out where the hell he was.
“I didn’t know your parents was in.” He said flatly with a slight frown on his face, as he stared out of the window. “Could at least said, then I wouldn’t have made so much noise.”
“fufufu...I was drunk last night. I barley found my way home from that club. Like I would have remembered to tell my parents if I couldn’t even remember something as simple as that.” He laughed as he leant next to Kamio. “Besides...it wouldn’t have been as fun if you prevented yourself anyways. I like it when people are loud.” He said in a much quieter tone of voice.
Kamio shifted uncomfortably as he started to realize and take in what had actually happened last night. He came even closer to Kamio when he noticed this. “I like it when you screamed out in ecstasy, its a shame you didn’t once say my name...Akira-kun.”
“Don’t call me that!” He snapped instantly as his whole body jerked away from the taller guy. He quickly redeemed himself and controlled his sudden anger. Cry out to him by his given name?! pusshhh...yeah right. Like he can even remember it, let alone his maiden name. It wasn’t like he knew the guy personally or anything.
“What’s with the sudden harsh voice?” He asked, slightly confused as he played around his hair which seemed to be a bit fuzzy and flat seeming he had just slept on it. Kamio noticed that even though he only had just woken up, he still seemed to look quite normal and...well...quite attractive. But when Kamio noticed his face when he looked at himself in the mirror, he was not pleased to see what he saw staring right back at him. Kamio noted to himself that this guy really cared about the way he looked. Why he did, he had no idea. It wasn’t like he needed to pamper himself up to make him look attractive for everyone else. He already was. Kamio would bet his whole life savings that people would still go after him the same way now, even though he had bed hair and only just woke up.
He avoided the question. “Where’s the nearest train station?”
The ginger head guy blinked startled. “Leaving so soon?”
“I need to go back home, I have practice today and I can’t exactly miss it. I have the nationals coming up and I can’t afford to slack off.”
“...Yet you go out to night clubs and get pissed.” He stated as he cocked his head to aside. “I mean...if the national are coming up, shouldn’t you be...”
“Listen, I don’t need you to be my preacher telling me what is right or wrong for me!” He turned to him as his anger bit back viciously at the other guy. “I mean who are you to tell me what to do, its not like your anyone important in my life anyways.”
“Look...I wasn’t preaching, I was just...”
“Well don’t.” Kamio cut him off and then turned back round sharply to stare out of the window again.
He sighed in defeat. “The station is a five minute walk from here. If you go down the end of this road and turn onto Hill drop grove, it would take you straight there. You can’t miss it.” He dropped his gaze towards the floor, as if all of his confidence had been drained out of him.
Kamio had the slightest urge to reach out for him, but fought against it. “Thanks.” He said plainly as he picked up his clothes which were folded neatly in a pile by the front of his door. His mum must have folded it for them when they were asleep earlier on in the morning. He quickly slipped on his clothes as the guy who’s name he can’t even remember just dumbly stood there and watched him.
Just as Kamio was putting on his jacket, was then when he decided to speak up. “Ano...would you like me to take you to the station?”
Kamio sighed and said in a much softer tone of voice. “No, its okay. I know how to get there from Hill drop grove.”
“I see.”
All Kamio wanted to do was just make a fast exit and get out of that guy’s house. He felt a little bad that he couldn’t even remember the guys name. Just as he was in the hallway he quickly glanced at the letters on the side to see if he could only just remember.
Then it hit him.
His name, was Wakato.
Okay, so he did feel a little bit better in learning that as he strolled along slowly down Wakato’s road and turning onto Hill drop grove. He didn’t really want to hang around because he didn’t want to have to face his parents, after knowing how much noise they made last night. That would be way too embarrassing, especially the fact that he was indeed a guy himself.
But then Kamio frowned to himself. Yeah, he did have a tendency to sleep around a bit, but usually with people he at least knew the name of. Having sex with Wakato was just...so...random. Plus, what annoyed Kamio the most that he was bottomed and that......guy was on top! This infuriated him the most, he was never bottom before and didn’t understand why he was this time.
Girls, even other guys he would have pulled would always be bottom and Kamio would be the one in control. The one who was thee rhythm. The one they flowed with, not the other way round. This just didn’t seem right. Kamio pondered these thoughts for the rest of the day, even as he went to meet up the others for their practice.
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Two weeks had passed since his little incident with Wakato and he was surprised to discover that although he got exactly what he wanted, It bothered him. Yes...Kamio actually found out that he missed Wakato, even though he hardly knew the guy. Kamio was confused and angry with himself. He didn’t understand why he missed a guy so much, when he doesn’t even know him. Yet in past experiences, when he slept with people whom he knew better, he didn’t angst over them.
He found it difficult to sleep and kept tossing and turning at nights, just thinking about Wakato. He tried to distract himself by keeping himself preoccupied and busy but failed terribly. They haven’t even spoke not one word to each, hell...they haven’t even seen each other. They were from the other side of town after all, the chances of bumping into each other again were extremely slim.
He found himself even more angry and annoyed with himself when he found himself standing outside of Jyousei Shonan junior high school. The school in which Wakato attends to. He got odd stares from random people within that school, seeming that he still was in his Fudomire school uniform and not theirs. A few murmured between themselves, some knowing who he was seeming his team was one of the ones to go to the nationals. Some said he was here to gather data, others said he was there to cause trouble. Kamio didn’t care what they think and headed towards the tennis courts. School had just ended, and they didn’t have any practice today. So he went out for a walk to think over things and somehow ended up here.
He didn’t take that much account, to realize how different Jyousei was to Fudomire. It was the complete opposite. Fudomire was rough, trampy, budget and second hand. Where as to here it was high classed, with the best technology and pretty wealthy. It wasn’t exactly an upper class and snobby school like Hyoutei, more like a middle class school. It was a technology school, so of course the computers and stuff there must be high classed ones.
He even bumped into the Tanaka brothers on the way there. He got the most dirtiest looks from them as he walked past them. As if saying what the hell was such a low class citizen doing at their school.
As he found his way around the school and to the tennis courts, then it wasn’t too hard to find where Wakato was. He was standing off somewhere on the side of the courts, with tons of girls circling around him while he bragged on. Kamio sighed, he hasn’t changed a bit. Then Kamio started to feel slightly jealous, not because he was getting so much attention...but the fact that the girls were all around him and he found himself not too fond of that. He didn’t even look affected from their little one night stand. Well he shouldn’t really be....should he? Of course not! It was a one-night stand for crying out loud! Kamio mentally kicked himself for being such a goof ball.
Kamio decided to take the chance and approach the guy.
The girls stopped talking as they saw Wakato’s shocked face expression as he noticed Kamio walking up towards him in his own uniform. They all turned around eager to see who he caught his eyes on. They too seemed a little shocked to why Kamio Akira, one of the best players in Fudomire was doing at their school. Wakato looked wary of him for a few moments, but then that same smug smile came back to his face.
“Why hello...Akira-kun.”
Kamio cringed at when Wakato said his given name.
“What did I say about saying that to me...” ...and when other people were around?! He tried to control his anger the best he could and tried to keep his voice level down to minimum.
“fufufu...gomen, I just think its so cute the way you get all defensive like that.”
Kamio’s mouth opened, then closed stupidly like a gold fish, bewildered by what he had just said in front of all of those people! Did the guy had no shame? Or was he really that stupid?! Was the girls around so intoxicated by him that they didn’t even notice the obvious flirtatious tone in his voice?! This was all so confusing for the poor red head, so he shook his head slightly to clear all of the thoughts out of his head.
“You coming?” Wakato asked as he walked away from the girls, expecting Kamio to catch up and follow to.
As they headed away from the courts and towards the garden area of the school, Wakato found a bench for the two of them to both sit on. As Kamio did, he watched Wakato get both of them a can of Ponta from the vending machines near by. He then came back and sat next to Kamio, where he handed him over a can. He opened his, sipped, then placed it back on his lap silent for a few moments. After a while, he spoke up. “I have been expecting you, didn’t think you would come back so soon though...”
Then at that moment, Kamio realized something about Wakato.
He was expecting Kamio to come back to him.
Wakato was use to this kind of treatment from people, use to getting his way. Because for some reason no matter who it was, how they were like or what type of people they were into, they always came back to him. It was as if he had a strong magnetic wave around him, drawing and attracting all of those people so close to him which was the reason why he was so adored and popular.
It was as if he was the rhythm. Everything else followed after it and Kamio realized he was also drawn and lost within it all. He didn’t exactly understand why Wakato of all people was like this, but it was a gift that he had and used it to his advantage. Kamio found himself intrigued, yet annoyed about this all at the same time and wanted to dig in further and find out why Wakato was like this.
A drug. Another way of putting it. Like how he felt with music, if he doesn’t get a fix on himself soon then he would slowly go insane. That was what was happening to him when he wasn’t around him. He had a small dosage of him and found that he was aching for more and more as the days passed by. Withering away slowly as that became the only thing that mattered to him.
He wondered if everyone else felt the same way. He wondered how many people fell as a victim to this poisonous drug addict.
Being so awfully close to him, Kamio started to take in his features. He had extremely sharp features. Straight nose and lips which were more on the thin side. His eyes were narrow, kind of longish and curled down slightly at the end, giving his face quite a unique edge to it. Long and beautiful eyelashes curled up naturally like a girl wearing mascara would, which gave a stunning feminine, but handsome look in his face. Kamio didn’t even realize how attractive Wakato actually was when you was this close to him. No wonder why girls loves him so much.
“Oh...you did.” Kamio meant to of said it out like a question, but his voice was so flat it sounded more like a comment.
“Hai.” He beamed happily as he closed in the gap between himself and Kamio. He hugged him firm and tightly and Kamio went to pull away, but found him being attracted to him and ended up leaning back into the hug.
He sighed. “What do you want with me?”
Wakato blinked. “What do I want? Well you are the one who came all the way to my school just to see me.”
Oh...right, he did.
Kamio half shrugged as he felt his face burn up slightly. He didn’t know what to say to him now that he was here. How stupid can he be?! Coming all the way from Fudomire to go and see Wakato, when he didn’t take into consideration what he was going to say to him once he got there.
Wakato obviously noticed this and decided to push his buttons even more. “So, what did you want to talk about? Was there something important you needed to tell me?”
Kamio half shrugged. There wasn’t much he could do or say to him. He knew at this very moment that Wakato had that same smug facial expression on his face, as he cuddled up to Kamio.
Then Kamio remembered that he had left his watch at Wakato’s house, and used that as an excuse to get himself out his current position. “Actually...yeah there was something I needed to tell you. I left my watch at your house.
Wakato’s face shifted, as if he was somehow disappointed. “Oh, right.” He breathed out as he dropped his gaze towards the floor. “...and you want me to get it for you?”
“I guess.”
“You want me to go get it now?”
Kamio again felt bad for the other guy, but couldn‘t explain why he felt somewhat guilty about this. “Nah, don’t bother.” He paused for a moment, the added. “Maybe you could bring it tomorrow?”
Wakato’s head perked up slightly. “You mean you want me to bring it to you...at your school?!”
Kamio chuckled softly. “Nah...I think that would cause too much problems. Besides, I don’t know how long a pretty boy such as yourself would last in the area that I live in.” Wakato frowned slightly at the comment, but didn’t say anything about it. But he allowed Kamio to continue on. “You know where the street tennis courts are? The one they rebuilt not to long ago?” Wakato nodded. “I’m usually there with my mate Ibu after school. Just go there and you would bound to see me.”
Wakato gleamed as he shut his eyes. “Got ya.”
“Right, well then I better go back then...” He said quietly, but not moving an inch from where he was sitting.
“I guess...I....will see you tomorrow?” Wakato asked slowly, just making sure.
Kamio literally had to force himself to get up and away from Wakato. It was as if he was fighting a massive force which drew everything around Wakato near to him. He then turned around to face Wakato who was still sitting down on the bench. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.” He said warmly back to him. And for the first time they have been around each other, he gave a warm, gentle smile.
He then walked out of Jyousei Shonan junior as he made his way back to the train station.
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*blinks*
After writing this, I think I have found some sort of love between these two... NOIAMNOTINSAINE!!!
Please read and review people, this is one of my first and I am curious to know what you thought of this. Even to those who have already read this in the past, please post in your thoughts. Seriously...getting reviews from people really helps me to write on. ^___^
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Title -- follow the flow of the rhythm
pairings -- wakato hiroshi x Kamio Akira
rating -- R
summary -- Kamio is lost within the rhythm...
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Authors note: hmmmmmmmmmmMMM. Kamio Akira and Wakato Hiroshi... One thing I do not know, is HOW THE HELL DOES THIS COUPLE EVEN WORK?! *sighs* I dunno...but I somehow managed to make it work. xD Have they even met up before?!?!?! The closest I recall them being together was at the camp, but even then they were so damn far apart! At first I didn’t know what to write about and when I got into the story I couldn’t stop writing! To be quite honest with you, I am actually quite pleased with the outcome of this story.
Enjoy
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Kamio Akira loves music. Music is his life. Without it, there would be no point of his existence.
He has quite a broad taste in music, listens to stuff which fits his mood. Despite his broad taste, he does have a style of music he is into the most. He enjoyed listening to a lot a trance and techno based music and preferred the more, faster beat songs.
He also loves to dance. Oh how he loves to dance. In clubs he moves and shifts his body in a professional manor, getting lost within the music. As he stepped into the club escaping the frosty cool night air, and when roaring music registered into his brain, instantly his body would move on its own without him telling it to. It made his whole body shiver as he moved about in the crowded area of people, swaying their hips from side to side, rubbing their bodies seductively and boldly onto each other. Waving their multi coloured glow sticks frantically in the air. Chanting and cheering to the DJ to carry on playing the tunes he was mixing up for the people who were there that night. He had to keep himself from moaning out loud in enjoyment, seeming that he just loved the atmosphere so much.
Beer, vodka, shot glasses all gulped down one after the other as he lounged on the side of the bar. He was a regular in this club, so the workers knew who he was. Chatting, joking and flirting with him. Saying who was going to be his next target tonight. He wasn’t a light weight drinker, seeming he is so used to drinking strong drinks, his body had adapted to it. Ibu was constantly complaining and nagging to him days after his clubbing nights, saying he needs to cut out some of the clubbing, drinking and sex, as it was not wise or good for someone who plays such a sport like tennis so seriously and regularly, that it could really mess up with his future. Kamio really needed to take that into consideration, seeming that they had the nationals creeping up on all of them so soon.
Kamio knew Ibu made a good point and that he was being careless, but he seriously couldn’t help himself. Once he is in one with the music, nothing can stop him. Everything just seemed so natural, so right. It was one of the only times where Kamio could escape and be at ease with himself. The one place where he could relax, and it just so happened to be this night club. It was as if it was a drug. If he did not get a fix of the one thing he most desired, he would slowly but surely go insane. Sure he was under aged to do such things, but Kamio never let that be an issue. After all, he did look much more older than his current age of 14.
Music blared loud and hard, flashing lights flickered wildly as his eyes darted about the place, taking in everything and loving every moment of it. He lent back on the counter facing away from it and looking dead on at the dance floor. He had on black skin-tight jeans with a black and sleek leather jacket on. Zipped down revealing his toned abs and stomach muscles. Girls squealed and whistled after him as he made his way through the club. Even some guys had to keep themselves from gaping at him. Kamio smiled slightly at noticing this, as he fixed his short and deep red hair so it wouldn’t get into his eyes.
It was only after a while in being there, when it all started off. Kamio noticed a familiar face among the crowd of people who was in front of him. A familiar boy who had ginger flicked up hair, with a blue and white cap turned to the side on his head. With an extremely smug smile plastered onto his face as girls surrounded him.
He remembered him from a school he couldn’t ever remember the name of. A master of copycat who could imitate great pro tennis players from around the world. He couldn’t even remember his name. The only reason why he remembered him was because he was interviewed in a local tennis magazine that Kamio sometimes purchases from the shop, and just so happened to come across the article about his views on Seigaku and basically bad mouthing all of them...especially that damned Kaidoh.
...Which at the time made Kamio smile grimly. He was never too fond of that viper, especially after playing him in one of their matches quite some time ago. He had a bad attitude towards everyone and was basically a loner. He didn’t like his style of tennis either, it was kind of spasticated and weird.
But back to the ginger head guy, he wasn’t a regular...in fact, Kamio had never seen this guy anywhere near this club in his life. He can’t even remember if he had actually met this guy in person before. But despite that, he seemed to be the most popular one there at the moment...even though he was basically unknown. In places like this you needed to earn your respect, you don’t just get it handed to you like that. You had to start from the very bottom, just the same way Fudomire had to when they started up their own unknown tennis team.
For some reason this infuriated Kamio, even though he wasn’t the type prone to popularity. He couldn’t exactly say why he was all of a sudden...the guy really hadn’t done anything wrong. He wasn’t jealous or anything, just really annoyed that he was accepted with such ease and others like himself didn’t at first. The girls...especially the girls seemed so fond and so intoxicated by his ’supposingly’ good looks. He loved all of the attention, you could see it in his eyes. He just stood there in the center of all them and bragged and joked, while they all listened in and squealed over things which weren’t really that interesting.
Kamio made his way over and observed him for a while. And the more he did, the more and more he thought what a total twat and loser the guy was. Seriously...what did all of these people see in him? He was just a fake pretty boy, who didn’t really have that much things special about him. Even his looks were quite average, he convinced himself that there were much more attractive guys he knew...even back on his own team Fudomire.
After about a minute, he sighed bored and headed back towards the dance floor where he belonged most in that place. But as he headed back, suddenly felt the urge to stop. He felt a cold tingly feeling run down the back of his spine like slow poison. He felt as if someone was watching him, someone was watching his every movement. He really wanted to turn around to see if it was just his imagination, but he forced himself not to and continued on walking towards his desired area.
It was then when he felt arms caress him from behind and was gently dragged back into an embrace. It was defiantly not a girl, unless this girl was so happen to be extremely built and taller than him, not to mention flat chested. Kamio went to instantly pull away and yell at the person who was stupid enough to just grab him like that, when he felt the person lean towards his left ear and whispered.
“I’ve been waiting for you...Akira-kun.” The soft tone used in the boy’s voice sent bolts running down and through his body. He froze quite startled at the person knowing and using his given name. He blushed slightly, as he fight for words to defend himself...but none came. He felt himself being lead by the older guy towards the dance floor.
How this guy knew his name, Kamio didn’t know. But that soon came to one of his least worries as they started to synchronise with each as they blended and moved with the music. Lights sparked brightly around them, his body felt like he had been set on fire. Words could not even describe how he had felt at that particular moment. That guy was a damn good dancer! And a sexy one to top things off. He allowed himself to be lost deep within the rhythm, as he felt the guy’s hand sliver and wander around his toned body. He felt fingers play around his now hardened nipple, as he rested his head back on the guy’s broadened shoulders and let out a small sigh.
He then felt his body been turned around and to now face the guy. He looked hot...hungry and filled with lust. It was then Kamio realized that this guy wanted him, he was looking at him in that way. Before he could even respond, he felt lips clashed against his as he was hit with an intense kiss. He also realized that this guy had really soft lips and was a kissing god! Kamio’s heart raced as he hungrily found himself kissing back, lips parting, tongues darting and dancing around each other, in rhythm to the music.
It was soon after that when he found himself stumbling into the guy’s house, kissing him hard at the process in the hallway of his home as the front door was still wide open. The guy laughed softly, as he dragged himself away to go and shut the door. As soon as that was over, Kamio almost immediately dragged the ginger haired guy back and pressed his lips onto his hard.
Clothes got torn off of each others bodies. Thrown down leaving a trail up towards his room. Kamio found himself pushed quite roughly onto the guy’s bed. It was all quite rough, but Kamio enjoyed the rough treatment, it only just turned him on even more. This was crazy...he didn’t even know who the guy was and yet here he was on his bed, ready to get fucked by the guy. He really needed to cut down on all of this wild partying just like Ibu said, maybe it would do him some good.
The bed creaked as the older boy towered over Kamio, naked, hard and ready. Kamio dragged the guy down into another one of those deep sensational kisses. He felt their naked erections press into each other and he let out groan as he leant up even more to the other guy’s body.
All you could hear from outside of the guy’s rooms, were screams of pleasures, the bed frequently creaking and sound of skin rubbing up against each other as the two boys went at it all night long.
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In the morning, they were awake by a large banging noise on the guy’s door.
“Hiroshi! Why the hell are your clothes scattered all across the house?!” There was a long pause, before the much older woman decided to carry on. “...Seriously this has got to stop. Bringing all of these girls back home...its a nuisance. You are really taking the piss and you are really pushing my buttons! For haven sakes your only 15! You better clean up your act now or else.” Footsteps were heard going down the corridor and away from his bedroom door. He sighed heavily as he turned over to close his eyes again.
“I wonder how long it would take her to realize that it isn’t girl’s clothing that is scattered on the floor this time.” He mumbled to himself as he snuggled his face into his pillow, slightly smiling at the thought of his mother finding out that new discovery. Kamio stirred slightly as his eyes flickered open.
“Wha...” He began sleepily, opening his eyes blinking at the guy laying in front of him, slightly confused to what all of that yelling was.
He must have noticed, and filled him in. “My mother...she was annoyed that I keep on bringing people back from places that I go. And well...leaving a mess and making too much noise.” He kinder pulled a humorous face, as if he found that hilarious. Kamio didn’t, and just pulled a face to show that he didn’t really approve.
Kamio dragged himself up off of his bed in search of his underwear, where he instantly saw it just laying there on the floor next to the bed. He lent down and picked it up, slipped it on underneath the covers and stood up. The first thing he did was head straight to the window, maybe from looking outside he could work out where the hell he was.
“I didn’t know your parents was in.” He said flatly with a slight frown on his face, as he stared out of the window. “Could at least said, then I wouldn’t have made so much noise.”
“fufufu...I was drunk last night. I barley found my way home from that club. Like I would have remembered to tell my parents if I couldn’t even remember something as simple as that.” He laughed as he leant next to Kamio. “Besides...it wouldn’t have been as fun if you prevented yourself anyways. I like it when people are loud.” He said in a much quieter tone of voice.
Kamio shifted uncomfortably as he started to realize and take in what had actually happened last night. He came even closer to Kamio when he noticed this. “I like it when you screamed out in ecstasy, its a shame you didn’t once say my name...Akira-kun.”
“Don’t call me that!” He snapped instantly as his whole body jerked away from the taller guy. He quickly redeemed himself and controlled his sudden anger. Cry out to him by his given name?! pusshhh...yeah right. Like he can even remember it, let alone his maiden name. It wasn’t like he knew the guy personally or anything.
“What’s with the sudden harsh voice?” He asked, slightly confused as he played around his hair which seemed to be a bit fuzzy and flat seeming he had just slept on it. Kamio noticed that even though he only had just woken up, he still seemed to look quite normal and...well...quite attractive. But when Kamio noticed his face when he looked at himself in the mirror, he was not pleased to see what he saw staring right back at him. Kamio noted to himself that this guy really cared about the way he looked. Why he did, he had no idea. It wasn’t like he needed to pamper himself up to make him look attractive for everyone else. He already was. Kamio would bet his whole life savings that people would still go after him the same way now, even though he had bed hair and only just woke up.
He avoided the question. “Where’s the nearest train station?”
The ginger head guy blinked startled. “Leaving so soon?”
“I need to go back home, I have practice today and I can’t exactly miss it. I have the nationals coming up and I can’t afford to slack off.”
“...Yet you go out to night clubs and get pissed.” He stated as he cocked his head to aside. “I mean...if the national are coming up, shouldn’t you be...”
“Listen, I don’t need you to be my preacher telling me what is right or wrong for me!” He turned to him as his anger bit back viciously at the other guy. “I mean who are you to tell me what to do, its not like your anyone important in my life anyways.”
“Look...I wasn’t preaching, I was just...”
“Well don’t.” Kamio cut him off and then turned back round sharply to stare out of the window again.
He sighed in defeat. “The station is a five minute walk from here. If you go down the end of this road and turn onto Hill drop grove, it would take you straight there. You can’t miss it.” He dropped his gaze towards the floor, as if all of his confidence had been drained out of him.
Kamio had the slightest urge to reach out for him, but fought against it. “Thanks.” He said plainly as he picked up his clothes which were folded neatly in a pile by the front of his door. His mum must have folded it for them when they were asleep earlier on in the morning. He quickly slipped on his clothes as the guy who’s name he can’t even remember just dumbly stood there and watched him.
Just as Kamio was putting on his jacket, was then when he decided to speak up. “Ano...would you like me to take you to the station?”
Kamio sighed and said in a much softer tone of voice. “No, its okay. I know how to get there from Hill drop grove.”
“I see.”
All Kamio wanted to do was just make a fast exit and get out of that guy’s house. He felt a little bad that he couldn’t even remember the guys name. Just as he was in the hallway he quickly glanced at the letters on the side to see if he could only just remember.
Then it hit him.
His name, was Wakato.
Okay, so he did feel a little bit better in learning that as he strolled along slowly down Wakato’s road and turning onto Hill drop grove. He didn’t really want to hang around because he didn’t want to have to face his parents, after knowing how much noise they made last night. That would be way too embarrassing, especially the fact that he was indeed a guy himself.
But then Kamio frowned to himself. Yeah, he did have a tendency to sleep around a bit, but usually with people he at least knew the name of. Having sex with Wakato was just...so...random. Plus, what annoyed Kamio the most that he was bottomed and that......guy was on top! This infuriated him the most, he was never bottom before and didn’t understand why he was this time.
Girls, even other guys he would have pulled would always be bottom and Kamio would be the one in control. The one who was thee rhythm. The one they flowed with, not the other way round. This just didn’t seem right. Kamio pondered these thoughts for the rest of the day, even as he went to meet up the others for their practice.
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Two weeks had passed since his little incident with Wakato and he was surprised to discover that although he got exactly what he wanted, It bothered him. Yes...Kamio actually found out that he missed Wakato, even though he hardly knew the guy. Kamio was confused and angry with himself. He didn’t understand why he missed a guy so much, when he doesn’t even know him. Yet in past experiences, when he slept with people whom he knew better, he didn’t angst over them.
He found it difficult to sleep and kept tossing and turning at nights, just thinking about Wakato. He tried to distract himself by keeping himself preoccupied and busy but failed terribly. They haven’t even spoke not one word to each, hell...they haven’t even seen each other. They were from the other side of town after all, the chances of bumping into each other again were extremely slim.
He found himself even more angry and annoyed with himself when he found himself standing outside of Jyousei Shonan junior high school. The school in which Wakato attends to. He got odd stares from random people within that school, seeming that he still was in his Fudomire school uniform and not theirs. A few murmured between themselves, some knowing who he was seeming his team was one of the ones to go to the nationals. Some said he was here to gather data, others said he was there to cause trouble. Kamio didn’t care what they think and headed towards the tennis courts. School had just ended, and they didn’t have any practice today. So he went out for a walk to think over things and somehow ended up here.
He didn’t take that much account, to realize how different Jyousei was to Fudomire. It was the complete opposite. Fudomire was rough, trampy, budget and second hand. Where as to here it was high classed, with the best technology and pretty wealthy. It wasn’t exactly an upper class and snobby school like Hyoutei, more like a middle class school. It was a technology school, so of course the computers and stuff there must be high classed ones.
He even bumped into the Tanaka brothers on the way there. He got the most dirtiest looks from them as he walked past them. As if saying what the hell was such a low class citizen doing at their school.
As he found his way around the school and to the tennis courts, then it wasn’t too hard to find where Wakato was. He was standing off somewhere on the side of the courts, with tons of girls circling around him while he bragged on. Kamio sighed, he hasn’t changed a bit. Then Kamio started to feel slightly jealous, not because he was getting so much attention...but the fact that the girls were all around him and he found himself not too fond of that. He didn’t even look affected from their little one night stand. Well he shouldn’t really be....should he? Of course not! It was a one-night stand for crying out loud! Kamio mentally kicked himself for being such a goof ball.
Kamio decided to take the chance and approach the guy.
The girls stopped talking as they saw Wakato’s shocked face expression as he noticed Kamio walking up towards him in his own uniform. They all turned around eager to see who he caught his eyes on. They too seemed a little shocked to why Kamio Akira, one of the best players in Fudomire was doing at their school. Wakato looked wary of him for a few moments, but then that same smug smile came back to his face.
“Why hello...Akira-kun.”
Kamio cringed at when Wakato said his given name.
“What did I say about saying that to me...” ...and when other people were around?! He tried to control his anger the best he could and tried to keep his voice level down to minimum.
“fufufu...gomen, I just think its so cute the way you get all defensive like that.”
Kamio’s mouth opened, then closed stupidly like a gold fish, bewildered by what he had just said in front of all of those people! Did the guy had no shame? Or was he really that stupid?! Was the girls around so intoxicated by him that they didn’t even notice the obvious flirtatious tone in his voice?! This was all so confusing for the poor red head, so he shook his head slightly to clear all of the thoughts out of his head.
“You coming?” Wakato asked as he walked away from the girls, expecting Kamio to catch up and follow to.
As they headed away from the courts and towards the garden area of the school, Wakato found a bench for the two of them to both sit on. As Kamio did, he watched Wakato get both of them a can of Ponta from the vending machines near by. He then came back and sat next to Kamio, where he handed him over a can. He opened his, sipped, then placed it back on his lap silent for a few moments. After a while, he spoke up. “I have been expecting you, didn’t think you would come back so soon though...”
Then at that moment, Kamio realized something about Wakato.
He was expecting Kamio to come back to him.
Wakato was use to this kind of treatment from people, use to getting his way. Because for some reason no matter who it was, how they were like or what type of people they were into, they always came back to him. It was as if he had a strong magnetic wave around him, drawing and attracting all of those people so close to him which was the reason why he was so adored and popular.
It was as if he was the rhythm. Everything else followed after it and Kamio realized he was also drawn and lost within it all. He didn’t exactly understand why Wakato of all people was like this, but it was a gift that he had and used it to his advantage. Kamio found himself intrigued, yet annoyed about this all at the same time and wanted to dig in further and find out why Wakato was like this.
A drug. Another way of putting it. Like how he felt with music, if he doesn’t get a fix on himself soon then he would slowly go insane. That was what was happening to him when he wasn’t around him. He had a small dosage of him and found that he was aching for more and more as the days passed by. Withering away slowly as that became the only thing that mattered to him.
He wondered if everyone else felt the same way. He wondered how many people fell as a victim to this poisonous drug addict.
Being so awfully close to him, Kamio started to take in his features. He had extremely sharp features. Straight nose and lips which were more on the thin side. His eyes were narrow, kind of longish and curled down slightly at the end, giving his face quite a unique edge to it. Long and beautiful eyelashes curled up naturally like a girl wearing mascara would, which gave a stunning feminine, but handsome look in his face. Kamio didn’t even realize how attractive Wakato actually was when you was this close to him. No wonder why girls loves him so much.
“Oh...you did.” Kamio meant to of said it out like a question, but his voice was so flat it sounded more like a comment.
“Hai.” He beamed happily as he closed in the gap between himself and Kamio. He hugged him firm and tightly and Kamio went to pull away, but found him being attracted to him and ended up leaning back into the hug.
He sighed. “What do you want with me?”
Wakato blinked. “What do I want? Well you are the one who came all the way to my school just to see me.”
Oh...right, he did.
Kamio half shrugged as he felt his face burn up slightly. He didn’t know what to say to him now that he was here. How stupid can he be?! Coming all the way from Fudomire to go and see Wakato, when he didn’t take into consideration what he was going to say to him once he got there.
Wakato obviously noticed this and decided to push his buttons even more. “So, what did you want to talk about? Was there something important you needed to tell me?”
Kamio half shrugged. There wasn’t much he could do or say to him. He knew at this very moment that Wakato had that same smug facial expression on his face, as he cuddled up to Kamio.
Then Kamio remembered that he had left his watch at Wakato’s house, and used that as an excuse to get himself out his current position. “Actually...yeah there was something I needed to tell you. I left my watch at your house.
Wakato’s face shifted, as if he was somehow disappointed. “Oh, right.” He breathed out as he dropped his gaze towards the floor. “...and you want me to get it for you?”
“I guess.”
“You want me to go get it now?”
Kamio again felt bad for the other guy, but couldn‘t explain why he felt somewhat guilty about this. “Nah, don’t bother.” He paused for a moment, the added. “Maybe you could bring it tomorrow?”
Wakato’s head perked up slightly. “You mean you want me to bring it to you...at your school?!”
Kamio chuckled softly. “Nah...I think that would cause too much problems. Besides, I don’t know how long a pretty boy such as yourself would last in the area that I live in.” Wakato frowned slightly at the comment, but didn’t say anything about it. But he allowed Kamio to continue on. “You know where the street tennis courts are? The one they rebuilt not to long ago?” Wakato nodded. “I’m usually there with my mate Ibu after school. Just go there and you would bound to see me.”
Wakato gleamed as he shut his eyes. “Got ya.”
“Right, well then I better go back then...” He said quietly, but not moving an inch from where he was sitting.
“I guess...I....will see you tomorrow?” Wakato asked slowly, just making sure.
Kamio literally had to force himself to get up and away from Wakato. It was as if he was fighting a massive force which drew everything around Wakato near to him. He then turned around to face Wakato who was still sitting down on the bench. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.” He said warmly back to him. And for the first time they have been around each other, he gave a warm, gentle smile.
He then walked out of Jyousei Shonan junior as he made his way back to the train station.
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After writing this, I think I have found some sort of love between these two... NOIAMNOTINSAINE!!!
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