Fanfic - Tenipuri - An afternoon with Saeki [Captain meeting from Hell rpg]
Don't know how many of you guys will understand this, but it doesn't really matter. I wrote it, because I just Knew he'd die next. It's always like that. This is to an RP I'm playing with draconn_malfoy<3
The next day was black, the blackest in Tachibana’s life. He couldn’t remember anything that happened the day before, prior to Kamio’s death - how could the bundle of joy and explosive energy be dead?! - or after it. It was all a pitch black hole, eating away his thoughts, needs, everything. All he could remember was “What do you think you’re doing?! You think we’re gonna just stand here and watch?!” and the gun shot, and Atobe, who threw a jacket on his shoulders, and the strong hands, holding him back when his thoughts exploded. Then, nothing.
He couldn’t even remember how he’d got to bed. Just that he was there when he woke up. He had taken to finding Atobe. The jerk had something to explain. If nothing else, then the Hyoutei jacket there in his room. He had woken up to the other boy’s scent, which - in some other situation - might’ve been somewhat pleasant. It wasn’t that the Hyoutei captain was ugly-.
Neither was Kamio. Had been. Tachibana felt his anger grow. How could he be thinking these paths, when Fudoumine’s life and joy was DEAD?! Kamio was dead. Oh, God…
His heart hurt, like it had been smashed into pieces with a hammer. He knew Atobe had been in his room before he woke up. There had been a note there, telling him that they were confined into the dormitory, and a sandwich, which the note politely ordered him to eat, no matter how much he might want to go on a rampage again.
He wanted to find that smug bastard. If not for anything else, then to vent off on his face. He knew it wasn’t really rational, but to him, if Atobe hadn’t been there, Kamio would still be alive. There was no point abducting normal kids. But Atobe just had to be so stinking rich that he got everyone else in trouble! And Kamio was DEAD!!! Why had they killed the kid? There was no Reason… No good enough reason.
He saw a flash of light brown hair and focused on the back of the person who had just come out of one of the rooms. His lips drew into a snarl, showing his teeth as he launched forward to grab the bastard’s arm.
“Ouch!” Huh? It wasn’t Atobe? The surprised green eyes stared up at him. It was Atobe’s doppelganger from behind, Saeki from Rokkaku. Damn. Tachibana had never before noticed how the two looked the same if you didn’t see their face. It was the damn bleached hair.
“Uh, sorry. I was hunting for Atobe.” The surprise melted into a good-natured smile. Tachibana blinked a little. No, Saeki was nothing like Atobe.
“That’s okay. Will you let go of my arm? You’re kinda hurting me.” He let go immediately, and watched the Rokkaku vice captain rub the spot he had grabbed. He had completely lost control of how he handled people. Again. This reminded him of how he’d been before in Shishigaku. Fuck…
“Sorry again.” The other boy let out a small distracted laugh.
“Well, yeah, you should be. But it’s okay. I don’t mind.” There was something wrong with the guy. He was there, but not there - if it made any sense. Like he was thinking something else completely. It was weird. He was used to Saeki Koujiro looking at people like he could see right through to their hearts if he looked long enough. “Hey, come in. I was about to go and get some company anyway.”
For a second Atobe’s face and the smug irritating smile flashed in his mind, but when Saeki added that he had some tea in his room, he nodded. He could always hunt down the bastard later.
Saeki’s room had more light than his, Tachibana noticed first. Then he noticed the open curtains. He always kept his partially closed, to avoid too much brightness. If had to be easier for Saeki, since his room was on the other side of the building. Tachibana sat by the table and watched the light-haired boy move about, preparing the tea he had promised him.
“I’m horrible for hiding this, aren’t I?” It was said with a light tone. From what Tachibana had gathered from the way people talked, there had been someone wise enough to arrange food rationing. Who knew how long they’d end up being here, and food would definitely come a problem, since Ooishi had said earlier that the assholes weren’t giving them much food at all. “I thought… I brought it with me. It’s not really food, so I decided to keep it.” A cup was placed before him. “It’s hot. You think I’m selfish, don’t you?”
He stirred the tea and then sipped it. It was hot, the good kind of hot. “That’s cool. You must have no feeling in your mouth. I can’t drink it that hot.” He hummed. The tea was good. It was doing a great job calming him down. It was probably something Saeki didn’t share with just anyone.
“I don’t think you’re selfish,” he said then. “You share your tea with me and we’re not even friends.” Saeki laughed lightly.
“You’re the only one who knows about the tea,” the other boy admitted readily. They sipped their teas quietly, in a comfortable silence, for a short while. “I’m selfish, alright.” Tachibana looked up, hearing a strange undertone in the other’s voice. “Hey, did you know they’re gonna kill one of us every day, until they get the ransoms?” A memory of the announcement that had bread fear in everyone came to him reluctantly. Maybe it was the tea’s calming effect.
“Yes.”
“Do you really think they’ll do it?” Something was definitely wrong. People didn’t talk about these things like they were talking about weather.
“They… shot Kamio like he was nothing.” He trained his eyes on the guy’s face, looking for any clue at all. “They’ll kill again if they don’t get the money.” Saeki nodded thoughtfully.
“That’s what I thought too. I feel sorry for Atobe, and the Rikkai guys, too.” He blinked, unable to understand where this was going. “They have to watch, don’t they? It’s not like they’ll be killed. My parents…” Saeki chuckled, brushing his hand through his light-coloured bangs. “Don’t have money to buy me out. I’m lucky, like Sengoku would say.”
“Saeki.” Tachibana couldn’t handle the word game that was going on. He felt like he was supposed to know what the Hell the other was talking about, to understand what he was saying.
“Yeah?”
“Where are you getting? You act like some psycho, all calm and shit. People will Die. Kamio is DEAD.” The Rokkaku vice-captain looked down.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” Silence followed. A silence where Tachibana kept glaring at the shorter boy and Saeki fiddled with his sleeve. “I was thinking of being next.”
“What?!” It was hard not to jump up and shake such a thought out of the guy. That kind of talk was crazy!
“About dying today, you know. I know it’s just a day, but it’s all the same more time for you guys. I’ve been no good in thinking of ways to get out of here.”
“Idiot!” His knuckles were white, so hard he was gripping the side of the table. “I don’t see why it should be you!” How could anyone even think that way? It was just so wrong! Who was to say Tachibana himself had been any good thinking of an escape?! It was no reason to die!
“They shot Kamio-kun, because he wasn’t from the rich schools, no?” Saeki’s eyes were sharp again. It was like he had come to a decision. The wrong kind of decision, Tachibana thought angrily. “Well, neither am I, or Kentarou, or Lucky-kun, or Minami. One of us will be next, and I can’t watch anyone else die in front of me again!” There, the wild tiger’s eyes. Tachibana didn’t think anymore, just stood up, launched at the guy toppling Saeki’s chair over and punched him in the face.
“Bastard! Talking that way, like your life means nothing compared to the rest of us!” He punched the light haired guy again, not giving Saeki the time to counter it. “NO ONE has to die! You’re a bloody Idiot!” Kamio had always been so full of life, and when he’d played against Saeki in the Kantou bronze finals, he’d admired the guy’s wild eyes. He hadn’t been able to stop them from killing Kamio, but he damn sure wasn’t going let Saeki throw his life away like that!
He calmed down eventually, after using all his frustration. He felt guilty. It wasn’t Saeki he had wanted to vent off on. And he had seriously bruised the handsome face. He got up, breathing heavily from the exertion. Saeki opened his pretty green eyes and raised an eye brow.
“Feel any better?” He looked away but nodded. It still bothered him, that he hadn’t changed that determination in Saeki’s eyes. Then again, violence was never a good way to change people’s minds. He should’ve known that. “Good. It hurt.”
“Sorry.” The shorter boy got up and straightened his clothes.
“Did a number on me, damn it. Help me get to a phone.” Tachibana tried looking for his cell, but Saeki shook his head.
“They took ‘em away yesterday, remember? There’s a phone down the hall in that one room. You gotta keep guard.” He owed the guy that much so he agreed.
They finished their tea in silence, like companions in a crime. Then they got out of the room and went straight to the office down the hall. They hoped against all odds the men didn’t know about the phone. Anyone could’ve been waiting for them, and so they almost broke down in hysteric laughs when they met no one there. Some kidnappers. Saeki closed the door to his face, though, leaving him out of whatever he went to do. Yet the vice captain’s voice came through the door, faint but decipherable.
“Fuji, it’s me.”
“Listen, I don’t have much time to say this.”
“I won’t be coming back anymore, so…”
“I love you.”
“Yeah, that’s it. You don’t have to get all worried or anything. Not like I’m around to make a move on you or anything. Not that I would. I’ve loved you a long time.”
“Yeah, so… goodbye.” The door opened soon after. Tachibana glared at the guy.
“You’re an asshole. I told you, you don’t have to die.” His glare was met with another.
“Keep calling me names, Tachibana, and I won’t let you inherit my tea.” He blinked and Saeki winked at him, walking pass. “I told you, you’re the only one who knows it exists.”
Taking a few fast steps to catch up with the light-haired boy, Tachibana reached out for his hand. Their fingers met, and then did their eyes, and Saeki smiled. “I’m selfish like that.”
That night, when his head hit the pillow, he knew the guy had been wrong. There had been nothing selfish in him when he had shouted “Not my captain!” and covered for the youngest captain in the meeting from Hell. He covered his eyes with his arm and took calming breaths. He thought that maybe he had fallen for Saeki Koujiro today. It would explain the breaking of his heart when the green eyes had been moving from one person to another, frantic with pain, as the Rokkaku vice captain bled to death. “You guys… Have to promise me… Kentarou can’t look after himself…”
He had felt Atobe’s hand on his arm, but he hadn’t been about to repeat the pathetic performance from yesterday. That had been for Kamio alone. It had been cruel of Saeki, to tell him what he was about to do. Without the afternoon with the green-eyed boy, he would’ve only had one important person to grief, and to avenge.
The next day was black, the blackest in Tachibana’s life. He couldn’t remember anything that happened the day before, prior to Kamio’s death - how could the bundle of joy and explosive energy be dead?! - or after it. It was all a pitch black hole, eating away his thoughts, needs, everything. All he could remember was “What do you think you’re doing?! You think we’re gonna just stand here and watch?!” and the gun shot, and Atobe, who threw a jacket on his shoulders, and the strong hands, holding him back when his thoughts exploded. Then, nothing.
He couldn’t even remember how he’d got to bed. Just that he was there when he woke up. He had taken to finding Atobe. The jerk had something to explain. If nothing else, then the Hyoutei jacket there in his room. He had woken up to the other boy’s scent, which - in some other situation - might’ve been somewhat pleasant. It wasn’t that the Hyoutei captain was ugly-.
Neither was Kamio. Had been. Tachibana felt his anger grow. How could he be thinking these paths, when Fudoumine’s life and joy was DEAD?! Kamio was dead. Oh, God…
His heart hurt, like it had been smashed into pieces with a hammer. He knew Atobe had been in his room before he woke up. There had been a note there, telling him that they were confined into the dormitory, and a sandwich, which the note politely ordered him to eat, no matter how much he might want to go on a rampage again.
He wanted to find that smug bastard. If not for anything else, then to vent off on his face. He knew it wasn’t really rational, but to him, if Atobe hadn’t been there, Kamio would still be alive. There was no point abducting normal kids. But Atobe just had to be so stinking rich that he got everyone else in trouble! And Kamio was DEAD!!! Why had they killed the kid? There was no Reason… No good enough reason.
He saw a flash of light brown hair and focused on the back of the person who had just come out of one of the rooms. His lips drew into a snarl, showing his teeth as he launched forward to grab the bastard’s arm.
“Ouch!” Huh? It wasn’t Atobe? The surprised green eyes stared up at him. It was Atobe’s doppelganger from behind, Saeki from Rokkaku. Damn. Tachibana had never before noticed how the two looked the same if you didn’t see their face. It was the damn bleached hair.
“Uh, sorry. I was hunting for Atobe.” The surprise melted into a good-natured smile. Tachibana blinked a little. No, Saeki was nothing like Atobe.
“That’s okay. Will you let go of my arm? You’re kinda hurting me.” He let go immediately, and watched the Rokkaku vice captain rub the spot he had grabbed. He had completely lost control of how he handled people. Again. This reminded him of how he’d been before in Shishigaku. Fuck…
“Sorry again.” The other boy let out a small distracted laugh.
“Well, yeah, you should be. But it’s okay. I don’t mind.” There was something wrong with the guy. He was there, but not there - if it made any sense. Like he was thinking something else completely. It was weird. He was used to Saeki Koujiro looking at people like he could see right through to their hearts if he looked long enough. “Hey, come in. I was about to go and get some company anyway.”
For a second Atobe’s face and the smug irritating smile flashed in his mind, but when Saeki added that he had some tea in his room, he nodded. He could always hunt down the bastard later.
Saeki’s room had more light than his, Tachibana noticed first. Then he noticed the open curtains. He always kept his partially closed, to avoid too much brightness. If had to be easier for Saeki, since his room was on the other side of the building. Tachibana sat by the table and watched the light-haired boy move about, preparing the tea he had promised him.
“I’m horrible for hiding this, aren’t I?” It was said with a light tone. From what Tachibana had gathered from the way people talked, there had been someone wise enough to arrange food rationing. Who knew how long they’d end up being here, and food would definitely come a problem, since Ooishi had said earlier that the assholes weren’t giving them much food at all. “I thought… I brought it with me. It’s not really food, so I decided to keep it.” A cup was placed before him. “It’s hot. You think I’m selfish, don’t you?”
He stirred the tea and then sipped it. It was hot, the good kind of hot. “That’s cool. You must have no feeling in your mouth. I can’t drink it that hot.” He hummed. The tea was good. It was doing a great job calming him down. It was probably something Saeki didn’t share with just anyone.
“I don’t think you’re selfish,” he said then. “You share your tea with me and we’re not even friends.” Saeki laughed lightly.
“You’re the only one who knows about the tea,” the other boy admitted readily. They sipped their teas quietly, in a comfortable silence, for a short while. “I’m selfish, alright.” Tachibana looked up, hearing a strange undertone in the other’s voice. “Hey, did you know they’re gonna kill one of us every day, until they get the ransoms?” A memory of the announcement that had bread fear in everyone came to him reluctantly. Maybe it was the tea’s calming effect.
“Yes.”
“Do you really think they’ll do it?” Something was definitely wrong. People didn’t talk about these things like they were talking about weather.
“They… shot Kamio like he was nothing.” He trained his eyes on the guy’s face, looking for any clue at all. “They’ll kill again if they don’t get the money.” Saeki nodded thoughtfully.
“That’s what I thought too. I feel sorry for Atobe, and the Rikkai guys, too.” He blinked, unable to understand where this was going. “They have to watch, don’t they? It’s not like they’ll be killed. My parents…” Saeki chuckled, brushing his hand through his light-coloured bangs. “Don’t have money to buy me out. I’m lucky, like Sengoku would say.”
“Saeki.” Tachibana couldn’t handle the word game that was going on. He felt like he was supposed to know what the Hell the other was talking about, to understand what he was saying.
“Yeah?”
“Where are you getting? You act like some psycho, all calm and shit. People will Die. Kamio is DEAD.” The Rokkaku vice-captain looked down.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” Silence followed. A silence where Tachibana kept glaring at the shorter boy and Saeki fiddled with his sleeve. “I was thinking of being next.”
“What?!” It was hard not to jump up and shake such a thought out of the guy. That kind of talk was crazy!
“About dying today, you know. I know it’s just a day, but it’s all the same more time for you guys. I’ve been no good in thinking of ways to get out of here.”
“Idiot!” His knuckles were white, so hard he was gripping the side of the table. “I don’t see why it should be you!” How could anyone even think that way? It was just so wrong! Who was to say Tachibana himself had been any good thinking of an escape?! It was no reason to die!
“They shot Kamio-kun, because he wasn’t from the rich schools, no?” Saeki’s eyes were sharp again. It was like he had come to a decision. The wrong kind of decision, Tachibana thought angrily. “Well, neither am I, or Kentarou, or Lucky-kun, or Minami. One of us will be next, and I can’t watch anyone else die in front of me again!” There, the wild tiger’s eyes. Tachibana didn’t think anymore, just stood up, launched at the guy toppling Saeki’s chair over and punched him in the face.
“Bastard! Talking that way, like your life means nothing compared to the rest of us!” He punched the light haired guy again, not giving Saeki the time to counter it. “NO ONE has to die! You’re a bloody Idiot!” Kamio had always been so full of life, and when he’d played against Saeki in the Kantou bronze finals, he’d admired the guy’s wild eyes. He hadn’t been able to stop them from killing Kamio, but he damn sure wasn’t going let Saeki throw his life away like that!
He calmed down eventually, after using all his frustration. He felt guilty. It wasn’t Saeki he had wanted to vent off on. And he had seriously bruised the handsome face. He got up, breathing heavily from the exertion. Saeki opened his pretty green eyes and raised an eye brow.
“Feel any better?” He looked away but nodded. It still bothered him, that he hadn’t changed that determination in Saeki’s eyes. Then again, violence was never a good way to change people’s minds. He should’ve known that. “Good. It hurt.”
“Sorry.” The shorter boy got up and straightened his clothes.
“Did a number on me, damn it. Help me get to a phone.” Tachibana tried looking for his cell, but Saeki shook his head.
“They took ‘em away yesterday, remember? There’s a phone down the hall in that one room. You gotta keep guard.” He owed the guy that much so he agreed.
They finished their tea in silence, like companions in a crime. Then they got out of the room and went straight to the office down the hall. They hoped against all odds the men didn’t know about the phone. Anyone could’ve been waiting for them, and so they almost broke down in hysteric laughs when they met no one there. Some kidnappers. Saeki closed the door to his face, though, leaving him out of whatever he went to do. Yet the vice captain’s voice came through the door, faint but decipherable.
“Fuji, it’s me.”
“Listen, I don’t have much time to say this.”
“I won’t be coming back anymore, so…”
“I love you.”
“Yeah, that’s it. You don’t have to get all worried or anything. Not like I’m around to make a move on you or anything. Not that I would. I’ve loved you a long time.”
“Yeah, so… goodbye.” The door opened soon after. Tachibana glared at the guy.
“You’re an asshole. I told you, you don’t have to die.” His glare was met with another.
“Keep calling me names, Tachibana, and I won’t let you inherit my tea.” He blinked and Saeki winked at him, walking pass. “I told you, you’re the only one who knows it exists.”
Taking a few fast steps to catch up with the light-haired boy, Tachibana reached out for his hand. Their fingers met, and then did their eyes, and Saeki smiled. “I’m selfish like that.”
That night, when his head hit the pillow, he knew the guy had been wrong. There had been nothing selfish in him when he had shouted “Not my captain!” and covered for the youngest captain in the meeting from Hell. He covered his eyes with his arm and took calming breaths. He thought that maybe he had fallen for Saeki Koujiro today. It would explain the breaking of his heart when the green eyes had been moving from one person to another, frantic with pain, as the Rokkaku vice captain bled to death. “You guys… Have to promise me… Kentarou can’t look after himself…”
He had felt Atobe’s hand on his arm, but he hadn’t been about to repeat the pathetic performance from yesterday. That had been for Kamio alone. It had been cruel of Saeki, to tell him what he was about to do. Without the afternoon with the green-eyed boy, he would’ve only had one important person to grief, and to avenge.