Log: Thou Shalt Fear the Dataist
Who: Mizuki Hajime, Fuji Syuusuke, Honda Takeo (NPC) and Echizen Ryoma Cameo
When: 24th of February
Where: Hallway, then Mizuki's room
Summary: Mizuki has fun doing what Mizuki does best -- scheming, bitching, and bending the truth to pretzels. For once, though, he does it For Justice as Honda soon regrets ever coming across him. Fuji approves and is turned on.
Warning/Rating: PG-13 for some language
Player Comments: This was fun. Also, very low levels of angst! Woo!
Comments/Crits Allowed: Y
"God, you're so ugly and stupid it's a wonder Dan even wanna touch you," a bleached boy said to a boy in a wheelchair before closing the door of the classroom behind him. One could only imagine what had been going on inside the classroom, but there were books scattered on the floor along with pencils and erasers.
Feeling rather pleased with himself, the bleached boy, Honda Takeo, wandered down the hallways of the school, hands in his pockets and whistling a merry little tune. It was a good thing half the class was out on some outdoor expedition. That annoying Dan was out, for example. As were Suzuki and Toyoda, which weren't as good, but what could you do?
Fuji was glad. Glad that he finally had managed to muster up enough of an apology that Mizuki was talking with him again. And more than that; due to a small effort on his part during Valentine's Day, they were even back together again. He could hardly believe it, but here they were. Sitting in one of the hallways, shoulder to shoulder, studying.
"I'm going to go grab a soda, okay?" He got to his feet. "Do you want anything?"
"A tea, if you would." He reached his hand to tangle his fingers ever so briefly with Fuji's. It was... good, having that right again.
He smirked, then, though, since he was still himself and he couldn't not do so. "Just don't mess up and bring me a coffee just because you thought the can suits my eyes better."
"Would I ever?" Probably, yes. Fuji rubbed his thumb over Mizuki's before letting go, wandering down the hallway. "Tea and cola, tea and cola~"
Honda, who walked past Mizuki, stopped and stared for a moment. "Tch. You held hands!"
"Oh, my, did we?" Mizuki mockingly batted his eyelashes, bringing a hand to his mouth with the most limp-wristed gesture he could manage. "I hardly even noticed, I was so distracted by looking deeeep into his dreamy eyes!"
Honda almost looked like he'd suffer an aneurysm right then and there. "Wha--What are you... What are you doing??!"
"Doing? Me?" A girly little titter. "Why, I'm not doing anything~ how could I do anything without my big and strong boyfriend by my side?" He glanced at his hand and gasped, bringing it up for closer inspection. "Oh, my... I really must paint these again soon." That part at least was true. The usual purple polish was getting a tad flaky.
"... Fuji-senpai's not that big and strong, is he?" Why am I even arguing with this guy? Honda found his eyes being drawn to Mizuki's hands. "I... You... You're suck a fag! I mean you're almost worse than Echizen!" Almost?
"My darling, I take offense at that. I was the fag of junior tennis circuits long before Echizen ever realized how fun it is to play with balls that aren't strictly speaking his." Mizuki fluidly stood up. He was shorter than Honda, but one certainly couldn't tell it from the way he eyed the boy. He wasn't exactly as good at looking down at someone taller than him as Atobe was, but he did have some skill as well.
"Oh, my dear, you'll ruin your hair if you keep bleaching it like that! Tsk. You really should know better." He shook his head, reaching a hand to touch the bleached locks.
"Touch me again and I'll break your damn fruity nails, senpai...!" He shook his head, as if to shake Mizuki's hand away, and whatever 'gay cooties' there might have been accompanying said hand. "My hair's cool, okay?" It wasn't worse than that speed guy whatever-his-name-was. "A--And... How can you stand there and be pr--proud of that?!"
Fuji stood behind a locker, tea can in one hand and soda can in the other, trying his best to keep his voice down. Or rather, his laugh. Mizuki seemed to be on a roll, and even though he didn't know who the other boy was, he figured he was one of the guys who gave Echizen a hard time, from the way he had pronounced Echizen's name earlier.
"Oh, you couldn't. And after all the work I've put into them, too~" Mizuki sighed dramatically. "It's really a pity I can't just save some time and have them tattooed my favourite colour... but then, considering the rate the tattooist is working on my back, it would take quite long even if it were possible. Traditional tattoos take time, you know," he said lightly.
"Stand here and be proud?" He blinked as though he hadn't understood the question. "Be proud of what? That I know who I am? That I'm not in denial about myself? That I don't spend my time picking on helpless invalids? Damn yes I'm proud."
"I don't pick on anyone!" Really now. He did have the decency to blush. For a second or two. Ta--tattoo...? What kind of tattoo...?
"Hey, you want to see?" Smirk, smirk. "I'm especially proud of my little accessory~" And, without waiting for Honda's response, he started unbuttoning his shirt. Yes, he had been working on showing himself to others.
"What?! I didn't say anythi--I... What are you doing?!!" He was almost flailing around.
Fuji had to put one hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. He did had his little soundless camera with him however, and that came to good use. Very good use.
Mizuki finished unbuttoning his shirt with admirable calmness, then let it drop to his elbows before turning to show to Honda. Though the tattoo was still far from finished, the colours by now obscured the scars well enough that they were almost impossible to notice unless you knew what you were looking for. He was absolutely certain the only thing Honda would ever notice was the large, traditional outline of a koi in stormy waters covering a big part of his back, a dragon extending over his shoulder from the background, the middle part starting to take colour.
"Like it?" he asked lightly, smirking at the poor boy over his shoulder.
"It's... It's a..." The color slowly drained from Honda's face, and his jaw fell open. "Are you...? That's... Ya--Yaku---" He backed away. "What are you doing in this school?" A beat, then:
"You have nothing on me. You're not gonna kill me, right? Why would you? Heh heh... No reason, no reason, right? I haven't done you shit, man!"
"Yakuza? Me? Oh, surely I couldn't be! I am just a sissy little fag after all~" He shrugged the shirt back on his shoulders, though as he turned to face Honda again the open shirt left the outline of the dragon's head well visible.
"However," and the honeyed tone suddenly turned into a cold snarl as he leant closer, his eyes boring deep into the unfortunate soul, "if, hypothetically, I were in a position to hurt you, I might be tempted to do so for the sake of a certain fallen prince. I might hurt you, or kill you, or perhaps just gather enough evidence to present to Sherad-san if I wanted to truly have your life destroyed. I might, were I, purely hypothetically of course, in possession of any power to harm you."
He shook his head, then. "But you know what? I probably wouldn't even bother. Because I'm not the only one around here who has visited the same tattooist. And I'm far from top of the list when it comes to having any right to, say, tear your stomach open and leave you for wild dogs to tear apart." A slow, slow smirk. "Say, when'd you last see Dan-kun's bare shoulder~? I quite like the design he chose~"
At first, Honda had smirked, all though a thought uncertainly, but as Mizuki leaned closer and started to talking with that voice that sent chills through his entire body, the smirk faded, almost with any color he might have left in his face. He pressed his lips together, hard, but to his credit, he didn't look away. Not once, save for a brief fluttering down to his stomach as the wild dogs were brought up. Dan's shoulder? What of it? He... He also... But... He didn't want to let that uncertainty show. However, as he spoke, his voice was far from steady.
"Why? Why are so many of you standing up for him? Aren't you angry with him? I don't get it. I really don't get it. Here you go, threatening my family or my pet or myself, and I mean, it's bad! You're like... Saying people wanna kill me or something. For what? Him?! Echizen? I don't get it."
Now, Mizuki had to admit to actually being puzzled. What did this little idiot mean? "Angry with him?" he echoed, quite casually turning to his study things, opening his pencil case to take out his lip balm. "Why would we be angry with him? You're not making any sense." He started applying the lip balm in an admittably exaggerated fashion.
"Why wouldn't you? Like you said. Fallen prince. He's not getting back up on the damn horse, okay? Because he's fucking chicken." He raked a hand through his curls. "I mean, yeah, blah blah, gay and fucking gay plague and all, blah blah. That bothers Hiro more than it bothers me, really." Lies. The gay part was very bothersome for him too. But anyway. He wasn't going to argue that homosexuality was bad in front of a gay Yakuza member. "But he just... stopped. For what? Some stupid accident!"
"He stopped because his ankle was torn out," Mizuki replied. "Because his bones were broken and his health destroyed and he decided that climbing back to the top might be impossible in his current situation, and certainly wouldn't be worth the fight. We are no more his rivals; we may be disappointed but there is no cause for anger or hatred. If anything, we sympathize and are wont to take his side because that kind of pain -- that kind of breaking -- is what we all fear the most. What fear is there in deciding not to play when he's stuck in a wheelchair and gets kicked around by self-righteous idiots who get off on bullying people who can't even stand up?"
He snorted. "Gay plague. Yeah, right. News flash, kiddo: He didn't get it from Dan. Another one: He never cheated. Never made a difference if he was gay or not."
"It's still the damn gay plague. I don't care if he got it from some damn blood transfusion or not. Bet the guy who donated the blood was gay then!" But gay men aren't allowed to donate blood... He didn't comment on Mizuki's other words, because his rational side said that they made sense. However, he wasn't going to listen too much to that. He couldn't stand Echizen, and that was that.
I wonder what the penalty for hanging that brat up in his balls would be, Fuji mused to himself, hand around the camera shaking. With anger, nothing else. (The cans were placed on the floor for now.)
"Actually, the majority of new infections happens through unprotected heterosexual sex nowadays." Never say 'I bet' to a dataist. "What the hell do you have against Echizen, anyway? Is it just the fact that you know that if he bothered to pick up a racquet, he would still wipe the court with you?"
"..." He blushed. Heterosexual sex. That meant naked girls. That meant... Yeah, he hadn't ever been getting himself anything. Not really. (No matter what he might have bragged about to Suzuki and Toyoda.) "Do I need a reason to detest his underdeveloped, fag ass? He's sick and pathetic and... He's gross." Maturity. What a lovely thing.
"He got hurt walking down a bloody street. That's all he ever did wrong. Should that be made a crime, perhaps, so you'd have more reason to hate him?" Mizuki tsked. "Even his little boyfriend could beat you in tennis -- or otherwise -- ten times over, and I'm the superior dataist, here." Self-confidence was a wonderful thing.
"But you know what? It doesn't really matter. It doesn't matter why you hate him or how pitiful you are. And you know why?" Mizuki twirled a lock of curly black hair around his finger. "Because you aren't going to do anything about it. You're going to go about your merry way and forget about your little man-crush on Echizen and your crushed dreams when he left the courts. You aren't going to bother him anymore, because if anyone ever finds out you did, you will suffer. I'm not saying it would be me, I'm not saying it would be Dan, I'm not even saying it would be Sherard, but believe me, you would suffer."
It was probably a trick of light, of course it was just that, but for a moment, his eyes almost seemed to glimpse with a tone of red. "And you know what? We would find out. You want to know why?" His chuckle certainly sounded more like a cackle for a second before ending with the usual, "Nfu."
He leant even closer, eyes widening, the hint of red now even more obvious. "Because, Hon-da-kun~ I know everything."
Whether Honda agreed that he'd never bother Echizen again or not, one was left to wonder, because he turned tail and ran away as fast as his legs could carry him, screaming all the way.
Fuji picked up the cans after putting away the camera and walked up to Mizuki. "I don't know if I'm scared shitless of you right now, impressed beyond words, or just horny as hell," he said cheerfully.
"How about all three? Nfu." Mizuki smirked, starting to finally button up his shirt. "It was quite entertaining, you'll have to agree."
"Hell, I'd pay for it any day." Fuji handed him the tea can. "... Thanks."
Mizuki blinked. "For?"
"Standing up for Echizen, I suppose. You did a far greater job than I've ever done." Which, quite truthfully, made him feel bad.
"One hopes it'll work." Mizuki sighed, opening his tea can. "...Shut up. I'm just far more fabulous and dangerous."
"Yeah, not to mention sexy." He pulled him close and tipped his head slightly upwards - not much, they were more or less the same height - and kissed him. "You know I won't push you... But I really am horny right now." He smiled. "What to do, what to do...?"
"First thing to do would be to get out of public space, I might dare assume," Mizuki replied, smirking. "A free tip: If you want to coax me into trying out new things without freaking me out, public sex is not the safest way to go."
"Aw, that's just poopy." Fuji made a small mock pout, before taking Mizuki by the hand, leading him towards the latter's room. "What are you going to do if he doesn't back off?" And he had to wonder how Echizen was doing. Had anything happened now? Or rather, before that bleached boy had encountered Mizuki? Well, he'd have to think about that later. Hormones were pressing and demanding. "I mean... I'm not overly eager to waste my time talking about him, but..."
"If he doesn't back off, I'm going to make him regret it." Mizuki shrugged. "Obviously, I'm not going to sic yakuza on him, but I'm sure that between Sherard's resources and some data his life can be screwed up pretty impressively without anyone going to jail." Sherard had certainly seemed eager to participate, earlier.
He then smirked. "...So you find it hot when I'm bitchy? Should I worry?"
"If you think that's something you ought to worry about, then yes, of course you should." He smiled. He nodded slowly. "And yes... The two of you together? You'd probably be able to put a stop to bullying everywhere." If only. "Say... Hajime... I know what happened to you. Is that... part of the reason you're stepping in for Echizen?"
Mizuki nodded, a lock of hair still twirled around his finger as usual. "Pretty much," he admitted. "I know how bad that can get... and while I'm a bitch, I'm not a bully, and I'd rather not let anyone around me go through the kind of things I did."
He paused. "Not that I didn't take some pleasure from simply freaking the sadistic little homophobe coward out. Nfu."
"Oh, I know you did." He kissed him on the cheek. But that felt good to know, and he took Mizuki's hand into his, squeezing it. "When you think about it... Homephobes are shit out of look in this school, aren't they?" He chuckled. "I wonder why they never transferred away from here..."
Mizuki returned the squeeze. "Well, the advertisements usually only mention the tennis," he pointed out. "The total gayness is not as much of a selling point, and besides most of us seem to think it's implied anyway."
Fuji nodded, smiling. "Yes~ But after they picked up on that, as it isn't really subtle in some cases... I wonder why? Maybe it is true that they secretly like it, hm?" They were getting close to Mizuki's room.
"I'd rather not try to dwell too much on what those little shits think about," Mizuki replied wryly. "...Especially since I'm obviously much more fabulous than they are."
"Much, much more." He stepped away from Mizuki, waiting for him to open the door.
Mizuki opened the door, his hand finally abandoning the lock of hair.
Once they were inside, Fuji paused for a moment, then embraced him silently from behind, his lips close to Mizuki's ear. "... I just... wanted to say. That I'm proud, you know?"
Mizuki couldn't help but chuckle. "Isn't often I hear that said about myself."
Tsking, the fair haired boy led him over to the bed, sitting both of them down. "Then you should hear it more often." He paused, releasing Mizuki and looking down on his hands. "So... How much... I mean, how comfortable would you be with... I mean..." God, he wasn't good at talking about sex.
"...I'm not a total innocent," Mizuki replied, shrugging awkwardly. "I mean, I've done mutual masturbation before. Beyond that... well. Not sure how much I'm comfortable with, yet, though I'll admit a lot of it comes from memories of my dear ex."
"Well... Yes. I understand that. I... would want nothing more than to make you forget him and his betrayal, you know?" He paused, thumbs rubbing over each other. "I just... Don't want to disgust you. You know... By seeming too... slutty or needy or whatever you'd want to call it." He glanced over at his boyfriend. "I'm making myself vulnerable here. It's... not something I usually approve on."
Mizuki smirked a bit, leaning over to press a light kiss on the corner of Fuji's lips. "I'm a teenage guy as well, you know. You're not very likely to disgust me simply by having hormones." He chuckled, breath washing over Fuji's lips. "I don't hate the thought of sex, you know. I don't think there's anything weird or wrong with wanting it."
"Even someone like me?" He brought his fingers up to trace along Mizuki's cheek, down his neck.
Mizuki's lips curled a bit. "...This may shock you, but I'm not dating you merely out of the goodness of my heart."
"I bet my dazzling personality has something to do with it too, nee?" He smiled, a thought awkward, before his fingers went up to play with Mizuki's left earlobe.
"Perhaps." Mizuki let his arms reach around Fuji's waist. "But it certainly isn't just to get a chance to listen to you put yourself down."
"Mmhm..." He wanted to say 'sorry', but decided against it. Instead he shifted around, catching the ear ring between his lips and started to suck on it.
Mizuki gasped briefly. "I mean, if that's what you like, I can continue to be a bitch," he then managed to chuckle. "But I doubt I'll be able to pull a demon impression at you..."
"Yeah, I'd rather you don't. I have enough bad memories with that cousin of yours to last me a lifetime." He ruffled Mizuki's hair while gently pushing him down on the bed.
"And you still get horny at my snarling and spitting at an idiot?"
"Did I say I was healthy, mentally? No, I don't think I said that." He was kissing Mizuki's neck now, one leg draped over Mizuki's left one, his right arm pressed underneath his head while the hand continued to play with Mizuki's hair.
Mizuki was going along quite happily, pressing himself closer to Fuji, one hand tangling in the brown hair. "Well, rest assured I'll be happy to cut some idiots down to size any day for you." He chuckled softly. "It's quite fun to be intimidating. Guess it runs in the family."
"You'll protect me?" He hummed softly against Mizuki's skin. "Sounds good. And I'll protect you." He started to unbutton Mizuki's shirt, with one hand, which meant it wasn't a very smooth or fast movement, but he got it done.
"My hero." Mizuki pressed a light kiss against Fuji's hair.
When: 24th of February
Where: Hallway, then Mizuki's room
Summary: Mizuki has fun doing what Mizuki does best -- scheming, bitching, and bending the truth to pretzels. For once, though, he does it For Justice as Honda soon regrets ever coming across him. Fuji approves and is turned on.
Warning/Rating: PG-13 for some language
Player Comments: This was fun. Also, very low levels of angst! Woo!
Comments/Crits Allowed: Y
"God, you're so ugly and stupid it's a wonder Dan even wanna touch you," a bleached boy said to a boy in a wheelchair before closing the door of the classroom behind him. One could only imagine what had been going on inside the classroom, but there were books scattered on the floor along with pencils and erasers.
Feeling rather pleased with himself, the bleached boy, Honda Takeo, wandered down the hallways of the school, hands in his pockets and whistling a merry little tune. It was a good thing half the class was out on some outdoor expedition. That annoying Dan was out, for example. As were Suzuki and Toyoda, which weren't as good, but what could you do?
Fuji was glad. Glad that he finally had managed to muster up enough of an apology that Mizuki was talking with him again. And more than that; due to a small effort on his part during Valentine's Day, they were even back together again. He could hardly believe it, but here they were. Sitting in one of the hallways, shoulder to shoulder, studying.
"I'm going to go grab a soda, okay?" He got to his feet. "Do you want anything?"
"A tea, if you would." He reached his hand to tangle his fingers ever so briefly with Fuji's. It was... good, having that right again.
He smirked, then, though, since he was still himself and he couldn't not do so. "Just don't mess up and bring me a coffee just because you thought the can suits my eyes better."
"Would I ever?" Probably, yes. Fuji rubbed his thumb over Mizuki's before letting go, wandering down the hallway. "Tea and cola, tea and cola~"
Honda, who walked past Mizuki, stopped and stared for a moment. "Tch. You held hands!"
"Oh, my, did we?" Mizuki mockingly batted his eyelashes, bringing a hand to his mouth with the most limp-wristed gesture he could manage. "I hardly even noticed, I was so distracted by looking deeeep into his dreamy eyes!"
Honda almost looked like he'd suffer an aneurysm right then and there. "Wha--What are you... What are you doing??!"
"Doing? Me?" A girly little titter. "Why, I'm not doing anything~ how could I do anything without my big and strong boyfriend by my side?" He glanced at his hand and gasped, bringing it up for closer inspection. "Oh, my... I really must paint these again soon." That part at least was true. The usual purple polish was getting a tad flaky.
"... Fuji-senpai's not that big and strong, is he?" Why am I even arguing with this guy? Honda found his eyes being drawn to Mizuki's hands. "I... You... You're suck a fag! I mean you're almost worse than Echizen!" Almost?
"My darling, I take offense at that. I was the fag of junior tennis circuits long before Echizen ever realized how fun it is to play with balls that aren't strictly speaking his." Mizuki fluidly stood up. He was shorter than Honda, but one certainly couldn't tell it from the way he eyed the boy. He wasn't exactly as good at looking down at someone taller than him as Atobe was, but he did have some skill as well.
"Oh, my dear, you'll ruin your hair if you keep bleaching it like that! Tsk. You really should know better." He shook his head, reaching a hand to touch the bleached locks.
"Touch me again and I'll break your damn fruity nails, senpai...!" He shook his head, as if to shake Mizuki's hand away, and whatever 'gay cooties' there might have been accompanying said hand. "My hair's cool, okay?" It wasn't worse than that speed guy whatever-his-name-was. "A--And... How can you stand there and be pr--proud of that?!"
Fuji stood behind a locker, tea can in one hand and soda can in the other, trying his best to keep his voice down. Or rather, his laugh. Mizuki seemed to be on a roll, and even though he didn't know who the other boy was, he figured he was one of the guys who gave Echizen a hard time, from the way he had pronounced Echizen's name earlier.
"Oh, you couldn't. And after all the work I've put into them, too~" Mizuki sighed dramatically. "It's really a pity I can't just save some time and have them tattooed my favourite colour... but then, considering the rate the tattooist is working on my back, it would take quite long even if it were possible. Traditional tattoos take time, you know," he said lightly.
"Stand here and be proud?" He blinked as though he hadn't understood the question. "Be proud of what? That I know who I am? That I'm not in denial about myself? That I don't spend my time picking on helpless invalids? Damn yes I'm proud."
"I don't pick on anyone!" Really now. He did have the decency to blush. For a second or two. Ta--tattoo...? What kind of tattoo...?
"Hey, you want to see?" Smirk, smirk. "I'm especially proud of my little accessory~" And, without waiting for Honda's response, he started unbuttoning his shirt. Yes, he had been working on showing himself to others.
"What?! I didn't say anythi--I... What are you doing?!!" He was almost flailing around.
Fuji had to put one hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. He did had his little soundless camera with him however, and that came to good use. Very good use.
Mizuki finished unbuttoning his shirt with admirable calmness, then let it drop to his elbows before turning to show to Honda. Though the tattoo was still far from finished, the colours by now obscured the scars well enough that they were almost impossible to notice unless you knew what you were looking for. He was absolutely certain the only thing Honda would ever notice was the large, traditional outline of a koi in stormy waters covering a big part of his back, a dragon extending over his shoulder from the background, the middle part starting to take colour.
"Like it?" he asked lightly, smirking at the poor boy over his shoulder.
"It's... It's a..." The color slowly drained from Honda's face, and his jaw fell open. "Are you...? That's... Ya--Yaku---" He backed away. "What are you doing in this school?" A beat, then:
"You have nothing on me. You're not gonna kill me, right? Why would you? Heh heh... No reason, no reason, right? I haven't done you shit, man!"
"Yakuza? Me? Oh, surely I couldn't be! I am just a sissy little fag after all~" He shrugged the shirt back on his shoulders, though as he turned to face Honda again the open shirt left the outline of the dragon's head well visible.
"However," and the honeyed tone suddenly turned into a cold snarl as he leant closer, his eyes boring deep into the unfortunate soul, "if, hypothetically, I were in a position to hurt you, I might be tempted to do so for the sake of a certain fallen prince. I might hurt you, or kill you, or perhaps just gather enough evidence to present to Sherad-san if I wanted to truly have your life destroyed. I might, were I, purely hypothetically of course, in possession of any power to harm you."
He shook his head, then. "But you know what? I probably wouldn't even bother. Because I'm not the only one around here who has visited the same tattooist. And I'm far from top of the list when it comes to having any right to, say, tear your stomach open and leave you for wild dogs to tear apart." A slow, slow smirk. "Say, when'd you last see Dan-kun's bare shoulder~? I quite like the design he chose~"
At first, Honda had smirked, all though a thought uncertainly, but as Mizuki leaned closer and started to talking with that voice that sent chills through his entire body, the smirk faded, almost with any color he might have left in his face. He pressed his lips together, hard, but to his credit, he didn't look away. Not once, save for a brief fluttering down to his stomach as the wild dogs were brought up. Dan's shoulder? What of it? He... He also... But... He didn't want to let that uncertainty show. However, as he spoke, his voice was far from steady.
"Why? Why are so many of you standing up for him? Aren't you angry with him? I don't get it. I really don't get it. Here you go, threatening my family or my pet or myself, and I mean, it's bad! You're like... Saying people wanna kill me or something. For what? Him?! Echizen? I don't get it."
Now, Mizuki had to admit to actually being puzzled. What did this little idiot mean? "Angry with him?" he echoed, quite casually turning to his study things, opening his pencil case to take out his lip balm. "Why would we be angry with him? You're not making any sense." He started applying the lip balm in an admittably exaggerated fashion.
"Why wouldn't you? Like you said. Fallen prince. He's not getting back up on the damn horse, okay? Because he's fucking chicken." He raked a hand through his curls. "I mean, yeah, blah blah, gay and fucking gay plague and all, blah blah. That bothers Hiro more than it bothers me, really." Lies. The gay part was very bothersome for him too. But anyway. He wasn't going to argue that homosexuality was bad in front of a gay Yakuza member. "But he just... stopped. For what? Some stupid accident!"
"He stopped because his ankle was torn out," Mizuki replied. "Because his bones were broken and his health destroyed and he decided that climbing back to the top might be impossible in his current situation, and certainly wouldn't be worth the fight. We are no more his rivals; we may be disappointed but there is no cause for anger or hatred. If anything, we sympathize and are wont to take his side because that kind of pain -- that kind of breaking -- is what we all fear the most. What fear is there in deciding not to play when he's stuck in a wheelchair and gets kicked around by self-righteous idiots who get off on bullying people who can't even stand up?"
He snorted. "Gay plague. Yeah, right. News flash, kiddo: He didn't get it from Dan. Another one: He never cheated. Never made a difference if he was gay or not."
"It's still the damn gay plague. I don't care if he got it from some damn blood transfusion or not. Bet the guy who donated the blood was gay then!" But gay men aren't allowed to donate blood... He didn't comment on Mizuki's other words, because his rational side said that they made sense. However, he wasn't going to listen too much to that. He couldn't stand Echizen, and that was that.
I wonder what the penalty for hanging that brat up in his balls would be, Fuji mused to himself, hand around the camera shaking. With anger, nothing else. (The cans were placed on the floor for now.)
"Actually, the majority of new infections happens through unprotected heterosexual sex nowadays." Never say 'I bet' to a dataist. "What the hell do you have against Echizen, anyway? Is it just the fact that you know that if he bothered to pick up a racquet, he would still wipe the court with you?"
"..." He blushed. Heterosexual sex. That meant naked girls. That meant... Yeah, he hadn't ever been getting himself anything. Not really. (No matter what he might have bragged about to Suzuki and Toyoda.) "Do I need a reason to detest his underdeveloped, fag ass? He's sick and pathetic and... He's gross." Maturity. What a lovely thing.
"He got hurt walking down a bloody street. That's all he ever did wrong. Should that be made a crime, perhaps, so you'd have more reason to hate him?" Mizuki tsked. "Even his little boyfriend could beat you in tennis -- or otherwise -- ten times over, and I'm the superior dataist, here." Self-confidence was a wonderful thing.
"But you know what? It doesn't really matter. It doesn't matter why you hate him or how pitiful you are. And you know why?" Mizuki twirled a lock of curly black hair around his finger. "Because you aren't going to do anything about it. You're going to go about your merry way and forget about your little man-crush on Echizen and your crushed dreams when he left the courts. You aren't going to bother him anymore, because if anyone ever finds out you did, you will suffer. I'm not saying it would be me, I'm not saying it would be Dan, I'm not even saying it would be Sherard, but believe me, you would suffer."
It was probably a trick of light, of course it was just that, but for a moment, his eyes almost seemed to glimpse with a tone of red. "And you know what? We would find out. You want to know why?" His chuckle certainly sounded more like a cackle for a second before ending with the usual, "Nfu."
He leant even closer, eyes widening, the hint of red now even more obvious. "Because, Hon-da-kun~ I know everything."
Whether Honda agreed that he'd never bother Echizen again or not, one was left to wonder, because he turned tail and ran away as fast as his legs could carry him, screaming all the way.
Fuji picked up the cans after putting away the camera and walked up to Mizuki. "I don't know if I'm scared shitless of you right now, impressed beyond words, or just horny as hell," he said cheerfully.
"How about all three? Nfu." Mizuki smirked, starting to finally button up his shirt. "It was quite entertaining, you'll have to agree."
"Hell, I'd pay for it any day." Fuji handed him the tea can. "... Thanks."
Mizuki blinked. "For?"
"Standing up for Echizen, I suppose. You did a far greater job than I've ever done." Which, quite truthfully, made him feel bad.
"One hopes it'll work." Mizuki sighed, opening his tea can. "...Shut up. I'm just far more fabulous and dangerous."
"Yeah, not to mention sexy." He pulled him close and tipped his head slightly upwards - not much, they were more or less the same height - and kissed him. "You know I won't push you... But I really am horny right now." He smiled. "What to do, what to do...?"
"First thing to do would be to get out of public space, I might dare assume," Mizuki replied, smirking. "A free tip: If you want to coax me into trying out new things without freaking me out, public sex is not the safest way to go."
"Aw, that's just poopy." Fuji made a small mock pout, before taking Mizuki by the hand, leading him towards the latter's room. "What are you going to do if he doesn't back off?" And he had to wonder how Echizen was doing. Had anything happened now? Or rather, before that bleached boy had encountered Mizuki? Well, he'd have to think about that later. Hormones were pressing and demanding. "I mean... I'm not overly eager to waste my time talking about him, but..."
"If he doesn't back off, I'm going to make him regret it." Mizuki shrugged. "Obviously, I'm not going to sic yakuza on him, but I'm sure that between Sherard's resources and some data his life can be screwed up pretty impressively without anyone going to jail." Sherard had certainly seemed eager to participate, earlier.
He then smirked. "...So you find it hot when I'm bitchy? Should I worry?"
"If you think that's something you ought to worry about, then yes, of course you should." He smiled. He nodded slowly. "And yes... The two of you together? You'd probably be able to put a stop to bullying everywhere." If only. "Say... Hajime... I know what happened to you. Is that... part of the reason you're stepping in for Echizen?"
Mizuki nodded, a lock of hair still twirled around his finger as usual. "Pretty much," he admitted. "I know how bad that can get... and while I'm a bitch, I'm not a bully, and I'd rather not let anyone around me go through the kind of things I did."
He paused. "Not that I didn't take some pleasure from simply freaking the sadistic little homophobe coward out. Nfu."
"Oh, I know you did." He kissed him on the cheek. But that felt good to know, and he took Mizuki's hand into his, squeezing it. "When you think about it... Homephobes are shit out of look in this school, aren't they?" He chuckled. "I wonder why they never transferred away from here..."
Mizuki returned the squeeze. "Well, the advertisements usually only mention the tennis," he pointed out. "The total gayness is not as much of a selling point, and besides most of us seem to think it's implied anyway."
Fuji nodded, smiling. "Yes~ But after they picked up on that, as it isn't really subtle in some cases... I wonder why? Maybe it is true that they secretly like it, hm?" They were getting close to Mizuki's room.
"I'd rather not try to dwell too much on what those little shits think about," Mizuki replied wryly. "...Especially since I'm obviously much more fabulous than they are."
"Much, much more." He stepped away from Mizuki, waiting for him to open the door.
Mizuki opened the door, his hand finally abandoning the lock of hair.
Once they were inside, Fuji paused for a moment, then embraced him silently from behind, his lips close to Mizuki's ear. "... I just... wanted to say. That I'm proud, you know?"
Mizuki couldn't help but chuckle. "Isn't often I hear that said about myself."
Tsking, the fair haired boy led him over to the bed, sitting both of them down. "Then you should hear it more often." He paused, releasing Mizuki and looking down on his hands. "So... How much... I mean, how comfortable would you be with... I mean..." God, he wasn't good at talking about sex.
"...I'm not a total innocent," Mizuki replied, shrugging awkwardly. "I mean, I've done mutual masturbation before. Beyond that... well. Not sure how much I'm comfortable with, yet, though I'll admit a lot of it comes from memories of my dear ex."
"Well... Yes. I understand that. I... would want nothing more than to make you forget him and his betrayal, you know?" He paused, thumbs rubbing over each other. "I just... Don't want to disgust you. You know... By seeming too... slutty or needy or whatever you'd want to call it." He glanced over at his boyfriend. "I'm making myself vulnerable here. It's... not something I usually approve on."
Mizuki smirked a bit, leaning over to press a light kiss on the corner of Fuji's lips. "I'm a teenage guy as well, you know. You're not very likely to disgust me simply by having hormones." He chuckled, breath washing over Fuji's lips. "I don't hate the thought of sex, you know. I don't think there's anything weird or wrong with wanting it."
"Even someone like me?" He brought his fingers up to trace along Mizuki's cheek, down his neck.
Mizuki's lips curled a bit. "...This may shock you, but I'm not dating you merely out of the goodness of my heart."
"I bet my dazzling personality has something to do with it too, nee?" He smiled, a thought awkward, before his fingers went up to play with Mizuki's left earlobe.
"Perhaps." Mizuki let his arms reach around Fuji's waist. "But it certainly isn't just to get a chance to listen to you put yourself down."
"Mmhm..." He wanted to say 'sorry', but decided against it. Instead he shifted around, catching the ear ring between his lips and started to suck on it.
Mizuki gasped briefly. "I mean, if that's what you like, I can continue to be a bitch," he then managed to chuckle. "But I doubt I'll be able to pull a demon impression at you..."
"Yeah, I'd rather you don't. I have enough bad memories with that cousin of yours to last me a lifetime." He ruffled Mizuki's hair while gently pushing him down on the bed.
"And you still get horny at my snarling and spitting at an idiot?"
"Did I say I was healthy, mentally? No, I don't think I said that." He was kissing Mizuki's neck now, one leg draped over Mizuki's left one, his right arm pressed underneath his head while the hand continued to play with Mizuki's hair.
Mizuki was going along quite happily, pressing himself closer to Fuji, one hand tangling in the brown hair. "Well, rest assured I'll be happy to cut some idiots down to size any day for you." He chuckled softly. "It's quite fun to be intimidating. Guess it runs in the family."
"You'll protect me?" He hummed softly against Mizuki's skin. "Sounds good. And I'll protect you." He started to unbutton Mizuki's shirt, with one hand, which meant it wasn't a very smooth or fast movement, but he got it done.
"My hero." Mizuki pressed a light kiss against Fuji's hair.