[PoT]- fan fic.
Title: The Doctor is In.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis.
Pairing: Inui Sadaharu/Kikumaru Eiji.
Rating/Warning: Pg
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis.
Summary: Inui answers a call for help. And figures out that being responsible is kind of hard.
Notes: For starianprincess's birthday. I hope you have a lovely, wonderful day. Comments and con-crit are appreciated.
The Doctor is In.
Inui frowned at his phone as it vibrated across his desk. Previous attempts to ignore the increasingly frequent incoming messages had failed and it was with an irritated sigh that he flipped his phone open. His in-box was a wall of unopened letter icons, Kikumaru’s name next to each of them. Inui’s frown deepened as he scrolled through the messages, which were curiously devoid of emoticons and the colloquial ‘net speak’ Kikumaru was so fond of. It seemed as though Kikumaru had sent the same messages to his entire contact list, each text increasingly desperate. Inui reached the original text time stamped at 20:55.
i feel sick. someone come keep me company??!?
Inui set his phone to silent, snapped it shut an returned to his homework. Kikumaru had sent out many more texts asking for someone to come by. Inui was certain Oishi would have already responded. There was a 100% chance that Oishi had already known about the illness and had gone to Kikumaru’s before the boy had started sending texts. Inui stared as his phone flashed, indicating another message from Kikumaru. He reached for his phone, irritation replaced by worry and the sinking feeling of guilt.
anyone? oishi? fuji? inui?
Inui read, re-read the characters of his name. He wasn’t mistaken. Another text startled him, flashing as he opened it. Again, the characters of his name stretched across his phone screen. Inui shut his phone, gently this time, grabbed his coat and headed out.
The corner convenience store proved useful, Inui balancing three overstuffed plastic bag, rain slick streets and a phone that vibrated nearly constantly in his hip pocket. Kikumaru’s front door opened under Inui’s light knock, he stepped inside, unnerved by the quiet that greeted him. Inui removed his shoes, footsteps heavy as he maneuvered his way through the unfamiliar and dark house.
"Kikumaru?" Inui felt foolish speaking out loud, the rustle of the plastic loud to his ears.
Kikumaru’s response was a low groan, emanating from the room to his left. The living room was illuminated by the weak blue-flickering light of the television. Inui’s eyes narrowed, observing the other boy. Kikumaru was draped awkwardly over the couch, barely covered by a thin blanket. His face was pale, eyes fever bright, staring unfocused at the television. Kikumaru’s chest rose and fell shallowly with each raspy breath, respiration wet and noisy. One hand clutched the remote, Inui watched, amusement a brief flash, as Kikumaru tried to send a text using the remote.
"Kikumaru" Inui reached for the remote, gently removing it from the other boy’s grasp. “You should be in bed.” Inui placed the remote on the table behind him. Kikumaru’s hand was cool and clammy, thin fingers curling around Inui’s wrist.
"Inui." Kikumaru stretched his name out, sat up, blinking owlishly. "You shouldn’t wear sunglasses inside."
"I’m not." Inui deflected Kikumaru’s attempts to remove his glasses. Inui placed his hand on Kikumaru’s forehead. "There’s a 99% chance that you’re running a fever."
"99% chance." Kikumaru echoed Inui, swaying as he attempted to sit up.
"You need to be in bed. Laying down." Inui rummaged in one of the bags. "It’s not good to exert oneself while ill, it only exasperates the…" Inui turned, hiepita in hand, to see Kikumaru on his feet, falling forward. "-situation." Inui grunted as he caught the other boy, holding Kikumaru to his chest.
"I feel okay now." Kikumaru’s voice was muffled, Inui blinked, the feeling of Kikumaru’s mouth against his arm sent a shivery sensation sliding into the pit of his stomach. Making note to examine the feeling at a later time, Inui looped Kikumaru’s arm over his shoulders, half carrying, half dragging the other boy upstairs. Kikumaru shifted against him, one leg between Inui’s pressing close, thin arms around his waist as Inui struggled with the door to Kikumaru’s bedroom. "You’re warm Inui. Maybe you’re the one who is sick."
Inui froze, heart beating entirely too fast at the warm press of Kikumaru’s body against his. He hoped desperately that the other boy was too sick to realize his heart skipped a beat when Kikumaru nuzzled his chest, red hair tickling his chin. "I’m not ill." Inui’s voice was strained as he untangled Kikumaru from his frame, and plopped him into bed. "You need to stay here, rest." Inui’s hands shook as he covered Kikumaru with a blanket. The instructions on the back of the cooling gel patch were simple enough, Inui took a bit of satisfaction in putting one on Kikumaru’s forehead.
"I want ice cream."
"Not right now." Inui tucked the blanket securely around Kikumaru, smoothing the edges flat. "Rest for now, and I’ll bring you ice cream later." Inui straightened, hand in motion to brush hair from Kikumaru’s face when he stopped himself. "Let me bring you some decongestant. I’ll be right back. Do not move." Inui went downstairs, rummaged through one of the bags, extracting the box of medication. The kitchen light was bright, causing him to blink, become disoriented while searching for a glass for water. He managed to get the medication into Kikumaru without any argument.
"Inui?"
He paused in the doorway, glass in hand, concentrating very hard on the condensation rather than the way Kikumaru said his name. "Are you leaving?"
"I’ll be downstairs. You need to rest, Kikumaru."
"Eiji."
Inui turned his head observing the other boy. "Now is not the time to discuss this."
"Eiji." The blankets shifted, rustled as they were flung aside. Kikumaru sat up, Inui crossed the room, one hand on the other boy’s shoulder, pushing him back down. Inui counted to ten mentally, cleared his throat, squared his shoulders.
"Lay down, Eiji." His tongue tripped over Kikumaru’s name, making it sound clunky and awkward.
Laughter bubbled out from underneath the blankets, Kikumaru settling back underneath them. "Stay here until I fall asleep?" Kikumaru’s hand once more circled Inui’s wrist, tugging sharply as Inui was jerked to his knees at the edge of the bed. "Please?"
Inui shifted, sitting on the floor. "Just until you fall asleep, and then I’ll be downstairs if you need me." He tipped his head back, resting against the soft mattress. Kikumaru’s fingers worked into his hair, Inui tensing at the contact. He forced himself to breathe, each inhalation and exhalation slow and steady as Kikumaru’s fingers moved through Inui’s hair.
Eventually, Kikumaru’s breathing leveled out, the other boy’s snore cutting through the silence. Inui struggled to stand, his legs and rear asleep. He reached out, smoothing the blankets again, and headed downstairs, shutting the door gently behind him. Inui placed the glass in the kitchen, glancing over a note addressed to Kikumaru, stating where various family members were. Inui traced the kanji with a finger, long buried envy rising slightly. His family certainly wasn’t as open as Kikumaru’s- his father traveled overseas often, his mother busy with office work, when she wasn’t accompanying Inui’s father. Inui flicked the note, watching the paper skitter across the counter, before turning the light off.
The couch was soft, Inui’s body sinking into the cushions, any hope of getting up easily quickly fled. He glanced around, knowing that he was by himself and stretched out, his feet hanging over the arm of the couch. The television was clicked on, Inui hardly paying attention to a pretty actress selling some sort of gadget guaranteed to improve a housewives’ duties. The low electronic buzz, and the lazily flickering light caused him to grow drowsy. Inui checked the time, noting that he could rest for a three hours before Kikumaru would need another dose of medication. He closed his eyes, and gave in.
Inui woke slowly, conscious clinging to the quickly fading pleasant dream. He shifted, confused when he couldn’t move. He opened his eyes, to see a fuzzy shock of red hair. Inui woke fully, coming to his senses. Kikumaru was stretched out on top of him, hair tickling Inui’s mouth and nose, the other boy’s breathing hot and wet along his neck. Kikumaru moved, one bony knee pressing into Inui’s thigh, hands sliding under Inui’s shirt, the cool sensation radiating through his body. Inui’s glasses were on the table next to the couch, he stretched, fingertips brushing the frames, just as Kikumaru moved again, bringing their hips flush together. Inui knocked his glasses to the floor, biting back a low groan as the movement was repeated, Kikumaru’s sleepy mutterings spoken against Inui’s skin.
"Wake up." Inui shook the other boy, unable to dislodge Kikumaru.
"It’s not my turn to make breakfast."
"Yes it is!" Desperation made Inui’s voice rise, Kikumaru’s sleepy touches rousing other parts of Inui’s anatomy.
The world shifted, Kikumaru sat up, straddling Inui’s waist. "Morning." He rubbed sleepily at his face, smoothing his hair which stuck out at every odd angle. "Your glasses are on the ground." Kikumaru stretched, Inui’s glasses in his hand. Reflexively Inui’s eyes closed when Kikumaru slid his glasses into place, adjusting them lightly.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better." Kikumaru rolled off of Inui, who restrained from making any noise of protest. "I still want ice cream."
Inui sat up as Kikumaru walked off, the clattering of dishes in the kitchen peaking his interest, but sleep kept him to the couch. Inui’s stomach growled when Kikumaru came back two bowls in hand. "Here," Kikumaru handed him one, flopping next to Inui on the couch.
"Ice cream is hardly an acceptable breakfast food."
"It’s five in the morning. We can eat whatever we want." Kikumaru grinned at him, attention turning back to the pink concoction in the bowl. "It’s strawberry. Fruit is nutritionally viable." Kikumaru’s voice was an eerily accurate imitation of Inui’s. "Thank you." Kikumaru set his bowl aside, staring at the television. "Everyone was gone, and I didn’t want to be by myself. It just makes you feel sicker. You know?"
Inui glanced down at the ice cream in his own bowl which was melting into a pink soupy mess. "I understand." Even if he didn’t. Inui looked at Kikumaru out of his peripheral vision.
Kikumaru delivered a sharp poke to Inui’s side. "When you get sick. You call me." Inui couldn’t hear any pity or amusement in Kikumaru’s tone. "I’ll come take care of you."
"Your ice cream is melting." Inui pointed out, refusing to acknowledge that he got sick.
The couch shifted, Kikumaru gently removing the bowl from Inui’s hands, setting it on the table. Inui statue still as Kikumaru slid into his lap, a long press of warmth. "I mean it." Kikumaru’s hands were gentle as they framed Inui’s face. Inui frowned, confusion overwhelming other quickly rising emotions. Kikumaru’s face was too close to Inui’s, the boy’s mouth centimeters from his. Inui flicked his tongue out, wet his lips, nerves right on the heels of his increasing confusion. He wasn’t ready for Kikumaru’s kiss, slow and controlling, long fingers tangling in Inui’s hair, tipping his head back, tongue warm and smooth as it pushed into Inui’s mouth, deepening the kiss. Inui’s hands balled into fists at his sides, a slow tremor working through his body, the urge to hold tight to Kikumaru outweighing all other wishes. Kikumaru pulled back, the kiss ending with a soft wet sound, Inui panting wide eyed, questions threatening to burst out him- if his voice would work correctly.
"You’re flushed." Kikumaru’s voice was light, a bit breathless. His hand rested against Inui’s forehead, a small smile playing over his face. "I told you last night that you were probably ill." A blanket settled over them, Kikumaru tucking it around both of their bodies.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis.
Pairing: Inui Sadaharu/Kikumaru Eiji.
Rating/Warning: Pg
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis.
Summary: Inui answers a call for help. And figures out that being responsible is kind of hard.
Notes: For starianprincess's birthday. I hope you have a lovely, wonderful day. Comments and con-crit are appreciated.
The Doctor is In.
Inui frowned at his phone as it vibrated across his desk. Previous attempts to ignore the increasingly frequent incoming messages had failed and it was with an irritated sigh that he flipped his phone open. His in-box was a wall of unopened letter icons, Kikumaru’s name next to each of them. Inui’s frown deepened as he scrolled through the messages, which were curiously devoid of emoticons and the colloquial ‘net speak’ Kikumaru was so fond of. It seemed as though Kikumaru had sent the same messages to his entire contact list, each text increasingly desperate. Inui reached the original text time stamped at 20:55.
i feel sick. someone come keep me company??!?
Inui set his phone to silent, snapped it shut an returned to his homework. Kikumaru had sent out many more texts asking for someone to come by. Inui was certain Oishi would have already responded. There was a 100% chance that Oishi had already known about the illness and had gone to Kikumaru’s before the boy had started sending texts. Inui stared as his phone flashed, indicating another message from Kikumaru. He reached for his phone, irritation replaced by worry and the sinking feeling of guilt.
anyone? oishi? fuji? inui?
Inui read, re-read the characters of his name. He wasn’t mistaken. Another text startled him, flashing as he opened it. Again, the characters of his name stretched across his phone screen. Inui shut his phone, gently this time, grabbed his coat and headed out.
The corner convenience store proved useful, Inui balancing three overstuffed plastic bag, rain slick streets and a phone that vibrated nearly constantly in his hip pocket. Kikumaru’s front door opened under Inui’s light knock, he stepped inside, unnerved by the quiet that greeted him. Inui removed his shoes, footsteps heavy as he maneuvered his way through the unfamiliar and dark house.
"Kikumaru?" Inui felt foolish speaking out loud, the rustle of the plastic loud to his ears.
Kikumaru’s response was a low groan, emanating from the room to his left. The living room was illuminated by the weak blue-flickering light of the television. Inui’s eyes narrowed, observing the other boy. Kikumaru was draped awkwardly over the couch, barely covered by a thin blanket. His face was pale, eyes fever bright, staring unfocused at the television. Kikumaru’s chest rose and fell shallowly with each raspy breath, respiration wet and noisy. One hand clutched the remote, Inui watched, amusement a brief flash, as Kikumaru tried to send a text using the remote.
"Kikumaru" Inui reached for the remote, gently removing it from the other boy’s grasp. “You should be in bed.” Inui placed the remote on the table behind him. Kikumaru’s hand was cool and clammy, thin fingers curling around Inui’s wrist.
"Inui." Kikumaru stretched his name out, sat up, blinking owlishly. "You shouldn’t wear sunglasses inside."
"I’m not." Inui deflected Kikumaru’s attempts to remove his glasses. Inui placed his hand on Kikumaru’s forehead. "There’s a 99% chance that you’re running a fever."
"99% chance." Kikumaru echoed Inui, swaying as he attempted to sit up.
"You need to be in bed. Laying down." Inui rummaged in one of the bags. "It’s not good to exert oneself while ill, it only exasperates the…" Inui turned, hiepita in hand, to see Kikumaru on his feet, falling forward. "-situation." Inui grunted as he caught the other boy, holding Kikumaru to his chest.
"I feel okay now." Kikumaru’s voice was muffled, Inui blinked, the feeling of Kikumaru’s mouth against his arm sent a shivery sensation sliding into the pit of his stomach. Making note to examine the feeling at a later time, Inui looped Kikumaru’s arm over his shoulders, half carrying, half dragging the other boy upstairs. Kikumaru shifted against him, one leg between Inui’s pressing close, thin arms around his waist as Inui struggled with the door to Kikumaru’s bedroom. "You’re warm Inui. Maybe you’re the one who is sick."
Inui froze, heart beating entirely too fast at the warm press of Kikumaru’s body against his. He hoped desperately that the other boy was too sick to realize his heart skipped a beat when Kikumaru nuzzled his chest, red hair tickling his chin. "I’m not ill." Inui’s voice was strained as he untangled Kikumaru from his frame, and plopped him into bed. "You need to stay here, rest." Inui’s hands shook as he covered Kikumaru with a blanket. The instructions on the back of the cooling gel patch were simple enough, Inui took a bit of satisfaction in putting one on Kikumaru’s forehead.
"I want ice cream."
"Not right now." Inui tucked the blanket securely around Kikumaru, smoothing the edges flat. "Rest for now, and I’ll bring you ice cream later." Inui straightened, hand in motion to brush hair from Kikumaru’s face when he stopped himself. "Let me bring you some decongestant. I’ll be right back. Do not move." Inui went downstairs, rummaged through one of the bags, extracting the box of medication. The kitchen light was bright, causing him to blink, become disoriented while searching for a glass for water. He managed to get the medication into Kikumaru without any argument.
"Inui?"
He paused in the doorway, glass in hand, concentrating very hard on the condensation rather than the way Kikumaru said his name. "Are you leaving?"
"I’ll be downstairs. You need to rest, Kikumaru."
"Eiji."
Inui turned his head observing the other boy. "Now is not the time to discuss this."
"Eiji." The blankets shifted, rustled as they were flung aside. Kikumaru sat up, Inui crossed the room, one hand on the other boy’s shoulder, pushing him back down. Inui counted to ten mentally, cleared his throat, squared his shoulders.
"Lay down, Eiji." His tongue tripped over Kikumaru’s name, making it sound clunky and awkward.
Laughter bubbled out from underneath the blankets, Kikumaru settling back underneath them. "Stay here until I fall asleep?" Kikumaru’s hand once more circled Inui’s wrist, tugging sharply as Inui was jerked to his knees at the edge of the bed. "Please?"
Inui shifted, sitting on the floor. "Just until you fall asleep, and then I’ll be downstairs if you need me." He tipped his head back, resting against the soft mattress. Kikumaru’s fingers worked into his hair, Inui tensing at the contact. He forced himself to breathe, each inhalation and exhalation slow and steady as Kikumaru’s fingers moved through Inui’s hair.
Eventually, Kikumaru’s breathing leveled out, the other boy’s snore cutting through the silence. Inui struggled to stand, his legs and rear asleep. He reached out, smoothing the blankets again, and headed downstairs, shutting the door gently behind him. Inui placed the glass in the kitchen, glancing over a note addressed to Kikumaru, stating where various family members were. Inui traced the kanji with a finger, long buried envy rising slightly. His family certainly wasn’t as open as Kikumaru’s- his father traveled overseas often, his mother busy with office work, when she wasn’t accompanying Inui’s father. Inui flicked the note, watching the paper skitter across the counter, before turning the light off.
The couch was soft, Inui’s body sinking into the cushions, any hope of getting up easily quickly fled. He glanced around, knowing that he was by himself and stretched out, his feet hanging over the arm of the couch. The television was clicked on, Inui hardly paying attention to a pretty actress selling some sort of gadget guaranteed to improve a housewives’ duties. The low electronic buzz, and the lazily flickering light caused him to grow drowsy. Inui checked the time, noting that he could rest for a three hours before Kikumaru would need another dose of medication. He closed his eyes, and gave in.
Inui woke slowly, conscious clinging to the quickly fading pleasant dream. He shifted, confused when he couldn’t move. He opened his eyes, to see a fuzzy shock of red hair. Inui woke fully, coming to his senses. Kikumaru was stretched out on top of him, hair tickling Inui’s mouth and nose, the other boy’s breathing hot and wet along his neck. Kikumaru moved, one bony knee pressing into Inui’s thigh, hands sliding under Inui’s shirt, the cool sensation radiating through his body. Inui’s glasses were on the table next to the couch, he stretched, fingertips brushing the frames, just as Kikumaru moved again, bringing their hips flush together. Inui knocked his glasses to the floor, biting back a low groan as the movement was repeated, Kikumaru’s sleepy mutterings spoken against Inui’s skin.
"Wake up." Inui shook the other boy, unable to dislodge Kikumaru.
"It’s not my turn to make breakfast."
"Yes it is!" Desperation made Inui’s voice rise, Kikumaru’s sleepy touches rousing other parts of Inui’s anatomy.
The world shifted, Kikumaru sat up, straddling Inui’s waist. "Morning." He rubbed sleepily at his face, smoothing his hair which stuck out at every odd angle. "Your glasses are on the ground." Kikumaru stretched, Inui’s glasses in his hand. Reflexively Inui’s eyes closed when Kikumaru slid his glasses into place, adjusting them lightly.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better." Kikumaru rolled off of Inui, who restrained from making any noise of protest. "I still want ice cream."
Inui sat up as Kikumaru walked off, the clattering of dishes in the kitchen peaking his interest, but sleep kept him to the couch. Inui’s stomach growled when Kikumaru came back two bowls in hand. "Here," Kikumaru handed him one, flopping next to Inui on the couch.
"Ice cream is hardly an acceptable breakfast food."
"It’s five in the morning. We can eat whatever we want." Kikumaru grinned at him, attention turning back to the pink concoction in the bowl. "It’s strawberry. Fruit is nutritionally viable." Kikumaru’s voice was an eerily accurate imitation of Inui’s. "Thank you." Kikumaru set his bowl aside, staring at the television. "Everyone was gone, and I didn’t want to be by myself. It just makes you feel sicker. You know?"
Inui glanced down at the ice cream in his own bowl which was melting into a pink soupy mess. "I understand." Even if he didn’t. Inui looked at Kikumaru out of his peripheral vision.
Kikumaru delivered a sharp poke to Inui’s side. "When you get sick. You call me." Inui couldn’t hear any pity or amusement in Kikumaru’s tone. "I’ll come take care of you."
"Your ice cream is melting." Inui pointed out, refusing to acknowledge that he got sick.
The couch shifted, Kikumaru gently removing the bowl from Inui’s hands, setting it on the table. Inui statue still as Kikumaru slid into his lap, a long press of warmth. "I mean it." Kikumaru’s hands were gentle as they framed Inui’s face. Inui frowned, confusion overwhelming other quickly rising emotions. Kikumaru’s face was too close to Inui’s, the boy’s mouth centimeters from his. Inui flicked his tongue out, wet his lips, nerves right on the heels of his increasing confusion. He wasn’t ready for Kikumaru’s kiss, slow and controlling, long fingers tangling in Inui’s hair, tipping his head back, tongue warm and smooth as it pushed into Inui’s mouth, deepening the kiss. Inui’s hands balled into fists at his sides, a slow tremor working through his body, the urge to hold tight to Kikumaru outweighing all other wishes. Kikumaru pulled back, the kiss ending with a soft wet sound, Inui panting wide eyed, questions threatening to burst out him- if his voice would work correctly.
"You’re flushed." Kikumaru’s voice was light, a bit breathless. His hand rested against Inui’s forehead, a small smile playing over his face. "I told you last night that you were probably ill." A blanket settled over them, Kikumaru tucking it around both of their bodies.