Log: Atobe Keigo, Kite Eishirou and Atobe Keiji
Who: Atobe Keiji, Kite Eishirou, Atobe Keigo
When: Right after this log
Where: Outside and Atobe's room
What: Kite runs into Atobe's father and then goes to comfort his boyfriend, only to fall prey to miscommunication. The two argue and Atobe has trouble breathing.
Rating: PG-13-ish
Comments: Because you can never have enough drama~
Whatever it was that held Keigo to this place, Atobe Keiji certainly couldn't understand. Compared with their Tokyo manor, the rooms were almost claustrophobically small, and sharing a room -- or just about anything -- with anyone was certainly not something his son would be used to. The level of both education and tennis would be higher in Hyoutei High, so whether it was academics or his useless little hobby his heir was pursuing, it didn't make sense for him to stay, either. Yet Keigo wanted to stay, very passionately so, apparently -- why else would he have been willing to ruin the family name by spilling the secret?
It really couldn't have gone much worse, he thought to himself as he rushed along the corridor to make it out of the house, back to the waiting car and then Tokyo, away from this little place in the north even the gods had surely forgotten. He supposed there was no harm in letting Keigo stay now, though, as he'd already found out the truth about Koujirou... Hell, it wasn't like he'd asked to have such trouble! Next his little bastard would probably make a fuss about his inheritance, and that would be the end. At least Keigo was still acting like a proper heir, though he did have his quirks he insisted on, spoiled rotten as he was. Friends, indeed. No son of his would waste his time on something that useless.
Entangled in the web of his thoughts as he was, he didn't even notice the person approaching him at first.
Kite had heard the rumor already. That there was someone on campus that shouldn’t be there. He hadn’t been sure, because he wasn’t one for the rumors. But he had read what Keigo had written about his father. He didn’t like the idea that such a person might come here but he still thought that it wasn’t possible. Because that man was like the rich people Kite hated so very much. But the rumor might have reached Keigo and he wanted to make sure his boyfriend was all right. That the stupid rumor didn’t reach him. Which was why he was heading towards the dorms right now, towel over his shoulders, still shined with sweat from a hard kata workout. He ended it quickly when the rumor reached him.
Kite ran his way towards the dorm and he slowed when he saw a man coming out. A man he didn’t recognize. A man that looked like Keigo. His heart…stopped. It froze over and it died all over again. He became the hardened Higa buchou all over again. He did not move aside for the man. He just kept forward. He was too proud to move. He would make this rich man…this poor excuse for a father…move. But at the same time he kept a neutral expression. If he was talked to, he would be polite. But his main goal was to get to Keigo as soon as possible.
The moment Keiji's eyes met the boy, he recognized him. Of course he'd never seen the Okinawan before, but his wife had given him clear enough a description when he'd mentioned his intentions of visiting the camp personally, and the boy who now approached him fit the description to the very last detail. He did look rather brutish to say the least, all hard lines and sinewy muscle. Well, that certainly meant he couldn't be Koujirou's... lover, or whatever Elizabeth had assumed. Even if his son were to be such a deviant, surely he could not have such bad taste at least.
"...You." At first he had thought to simply pass the boy by, but changed his mind at the last minute, stopping just before their ways met. "Are you not Koujirou's... friend?"
He was about to pass the man by. A few more steps and he’d be past this man and into the dorm. But at the last moment, that cold, cynical voice stopped him. You? He had a name. he was not just you. Like some dirty mongrel in the street. Of course the man didn’t know his name, but still. There were better ways to greet someone other than the harsh and in personable you. And the question. Of all the things to ask. Not, who are you. Not, good day to you. That. Oh…Kite wondered how it was that bastards like this got his anger simmering. Perhaps because they felt so privileged.
"Koujurou?” He asked. He normally wouldn’t allow himself to do it, but in this case, he let his Okinawan accent out a great deal. He sounded like he was just off the island for the first time ever. It was a good ploy. The wife had fallen for it, so why not the husband. “Yes, I am well acquainted with him. He and I are very close.” He kept his tone polite though. There was no need to be rude. He could kill them with kindness as easily as he could kill with fists.
...Very close. The words made Keiji sneer. "How close, exactly?" he asked. "Upon your meeting, my wife got the impression your relationship was rather... inappropriate." He didn't bother to introduce himself, not to such a backwater thug. After all, having accompanied Koujirou to his meeting with Elizabeth, he'd have certainly taken enough of an interest in Keigo to at least recognize him, and aside from his son's outrageous hairstyle and sharing his mother's colouring, they were almost disturbingly similar in features. "If that is true... how much is it going to cost for you to leave him be?" After all, though nobody could find out about the relation, Koujirou was still his son. And, if bad turned into worst, he just might demand the inheritance to himself some day... It would be too much of a risk to let him gain an unseemly reputation. Surely it wouldn't be that hard to buy off this kid; he certainly didn't look like he was rolling in money.
That sneer. Kite wanted to knock it off the mans’ face. It would be so easy. He could almost since the fact that there were guards around. He just knew it. In fact, he was sure there was one or two stationed about where they couldn’t be seen. But still, as close as he was, he could do whatever he wanted to this man. He could punch him in the face or kick him in the head or break his back in different places, and no one would be able to stop him. And he wanted to, badly. He wanted to hurt this man for thinking that Kite Eishirou could be bought.
His shoulders squared and looked over the rim on his glasses, down at the older man. They flashed dangerously in the light and he was sure that the other could tell that he was on the defensive, even if he remained just the way he was. With that solid smooth look on his face. If he did strike, the man would never ever see it coming until the very last second. His voice was so smooth, so calm that it was like the sea at it’s most calm…right before the tsunami hit. “To leave Koujirou alone? I’m afraid that’s not possible. You see, I’ve made a promise to him. That I’d be there for him if and when he needed me. And there is simply not enough money in the world to make me go back on my word. So you can take your checkbook…and use it for other things, because I am not for sale. My closeness with Koujirou is not up for auction. I will continue to be around him. I will continue to support him.” The same could be said of Keigo. Even more for Keigo. Because Saeki was his friend and Keigo was his lover. His arms crossed over his chest, but the threat was still there. It didn’t matter. Kite was very dangerous, no matter how he stood. “So, if you’ll excuse me, I must take my leave of you. It was very pleasant meeting you.” Oh yes…yes. Kite had the balls to dismiss Atobe Keiji as if HE was the peasant.
The kid actually had the nerve to stand up against him? Him, Atobe Keiji? Unbelievable. "I know you heard about his... relation... to me from my wife," he said coolly. "Even if he isn't my acknowledged heir, I won't have some savage from the jungle drag his reputation through mud by tempting him into some... deviant behaviour. Do be sensible. Keeping your word is admirable, but it really won't get you far in life."
There was hatred behind those stupid glasses that almost matched the one he felt for this stupid boy. "You're losing a big chance here," he hissed through clenched teeth, "but do what you will. I wouldn't expect an uncivilized idiot such as you to understand the value of wealth anyway. Just know that if Koujirou's name is damaged because of you... I will destroy you, you and your family."
Kite did have the nerve. He did, because he wasn’t afraid of this man. He wasn’t afraid of any man. He had been put through hell by the man who was his coach. He had fought tooth and nail against his fellow Higa, even in fun. He slept in the same room as Sanada. No. He was not at all afraid of Atobe Keiji. He was perhaps the first impudent whelp to ever not feel awed or overwhelmed. “I was there.” He stated, just as calmly. “I know. I know everything. I know that you have an issue of fidelity. An issue that I do not share. I am very loyal to those I call mine. And honestly speaking, I think you’re already dragging his reputation through the mud…think if it…You sired a bastard child. How utterly…shameful. Such deviant behavior from a man of your standing. Having a woman on the side.” No…he was not going to be sensible. He was going to be Kite. Kite as controlled and non-violent as he could be, Because he was sure Keigo would never forgive him if he hit this man before Keigo got the chance.
He smirked and then his smile became a snarl. It was time. Time to let the man see. Just a little, the sort of monster that stood beside his sons. Though they were close, suddenly, as if my magic, Kite was right there. Standing right there, right on top the man, snarling down at him with a look of a man who wrestled sharks because he was bored and looking for something to do. “Will you now? That’s’ interesting, Atobe-san…Terribly interesting… and you might be interested to find that if I hadn’t places to be and someone to see… I would be more than happy to show you just how far your money can take you…It can take you all the way to a very lovely closed casket burial.” It was obviously not a threat.
This was -- this was just disgraceful! "How dare you!" Keiji spat. "You're -- you're threatening me?" How dared this boy who couldn't even speak proper Japanese threaten him? Question him, his actions? It was just unthinkable! As though he had any obligation to answer about his past affairs to some boy whose only connection to him was being far too close to his sons. "If you lay a finger on me, you'll never see the light of day again!" He shuddered as though the mere idea of the boy touching him was disgusting -- and, though he would have never admitted it, because he was rather intimidating. Always trailed by guards against physical threats and well protected by his wealth against any other trouble, be it social or financial, Atobe Keiji was used to never having to fear a thing. Now, though, seeing that almost blood-thirsty look directed at himself... now, he found himself afraid. He did not like being afraid. Fear was weakness, and weakness could not be tolerated.
"I'll find some way," he murmured quietly, thankful that his voice didn't tremble. "I'll find some way to get to you, just you wait and see..."
There it was. That smirk. That terribly ungodly smirk. The one that mad brought to mind his nickname. He was the Hitman. He was the man who killed people, destroyed them and their dreams. Murdered them on the court without any regret or hesitation. He smirked and stared at the man over his glasses. He was sure that he was frightening enough that he could even get a man like Chinen, who was indeed scared of nothing….(except dogs) quake. “Oh…I dare. And I’ll keep on daring. And I think that’s my line. If I were to touch you…you’d not survive the encounter, I’m afraid.” He moved again, Just as before. And he was behind the man, back to the other’s back, but still as dangerous.
And he was walking away. He was walking away, as if the man’s words were worthless. He was treating the man like he treated his coach. He would happily hit this man with a ball and tell him to sit the hell down and shut the hell up. But walking away and ignoring the man was better. Because eh was sure no one ever ignored this man. So he was doing it now, just to show the rich man that Kite was not at all threatened. He even waved slightly as he went, heading into the dorms and towards where he was sure Keigo would be.
To say that Keiji was fuming would have been a sever understatement. He was boiling with rage. First his sons defied him, and now this -- this backwater monkey? This was just intolerable! And yet... and yet, he dared not go and confront the boy about this disgrace. Not as long as those eyes looked at him with such clear killing intent.
Hiding one last shudder, he hurried on towards his car.
Meanwhile, Keiji's legitimate -- second -- son paced in his room, trying to make some sense of his feelings. He was... upset, certainly. Angry, most definitely. It wasn't enough that his father would try and separate him from everything that made him happy just to cover up his own sins; the man also had to belittle everything he held dear, as though it meant nothing. He did too have friends. Even Saeki -- his brother, though he shuddered to think of such a thing -- had offered to leave in his stead... though why he would do such a thing, Keigo certainly didn't know. He did know, however, that each time he had spoken of leaving the camp -- through his own will or someone else's -- several protests had arisen. There were people here who wanted him around, who didn't want him to leave. People who would rather not see him go.
For all his wealth than riches, that was more than he could claim to have in all his life before.
Eishirou. He needed to see Eishirou. Even if it was just to see there was something in his life that wouldn't change just now..
Once inside, Kite forced himself back into calm. It would not be good to see Keigo when he felt like this. When he looked like he was about to kill someone. No. Keigo would need him warm and alive and vital. He didn’t even bother to watch the man go. He was running up the steps. Taking two and three at a time, knowing that his balance would keep him from falling on his face or down the stairs. He mounted the top of the stairs and hurried on to door that he was sure Keigo was behind.
His knock was short and his voice was softer than it had been when he had spoken to the man outside. “Keigo…Keigo, it’s me. Let me in.”
That voice. The very voice he needed to hear... "Eishirou," he sighed in relief as he hurried to open the door. "I had just made up my mind to come to see you..." Opening the door, he then didn't waste any time before wrapping his arms around Kite's neck, leaning against his boyfriend's chest. "My father," he murmured, "my father was here..."
Kite found the door open and the next minute he had his arms filled with Keigo. The boyfriend clung around his neck in a way that Kite knew. Knew that the man had been there. Had seen his boyfriend. Kite didn’t even have to hear the rest to know that. Instead, he started into the room, all but carrying Keigo inside and kicking the door with the back of his heal to shut it. He looked down at his lover and hugged him a little tighter. “I know… I know. I just saw him leave.” He didn’t know if he should tell Keigo that he had met the man’s father and even talked to him. But he knew he couldn’t keep holding things back from him. It was wrong. “I…spoke with him. No worries...I was terribly polite. He walked away under his own power.”
"I... overheard something I wasn't supposed to." Atobe clung to Kite, needing that support right now. "The reason my father wanted to take me away from here... was to not let me discover that..." He drew a deep breath before continuing, "Apparently, I'm not the only son he has... and moreover, I'm the younger one." It wasn't that he was upset about potentially losing his inheritance, especially since Saeki seemed to have little interest for it... what truly upset him was that they'd tried to hide it all from him. Perhaps their family wasn't the closest one possible, but he did assume he had the right to know if it was suddenly discovered he had a brother... That, and his father's attitude. There were things in life more important than money. It was something he had only recently come to truly understand -- but it seemed his father still hadn't learnt such a simple fact. Not everything was about money or name or disgrace... he was not his father's son. Not in this.
Kite’s expression was almost unreadable. He didn’t know how he should respond to that. But he supposed that his promise was pretty much null and void now that Keigo already knew. Keigo knew so he didn’t have to keep the secret anymore. But still, he lightly pulled one of his hands away to trace over the other’s cheek, roughened fingers stroking over the tear mole and down before resting again where it has started. His mind was made up and he hoped Atobe would forgive him…eventually. “Yes, Saeki is a few days older than you.” There was no shock in his voice. Nothing like that. Kite had known. He had always known, from the very first day that Saeki had known. “That’s what your mother wanted to talk about with Saeki… She wanted to tell him of his parentage. I’m sorry for not being able to tell you that Saeki was your elder half-brother… “ Now he would wait…Wait for the fallout and hope that he wasn’t hated forever.
"You... knew?" Atobe froze, staring up at Kite in disbelief. "You knew all along? And you didn't even think of telling me?" To think... to think that Kite would do the same thing as his parents... no, that was unthinkable. Surely Kite had some reason... some reason to betray him thus. In this situation, he did feel that omission of the truth was as bad as a lie... after all, it wasn't like he was about to ask his boyfriend whether he had siblings. "...Why, Eishirou?" Without even realizing it, he pulled back just a bit.
Keigo didn’t have to slap him or stab him to hurt him. All Keigo had to do was pull away. Even if just a little it was more than enough for Kite to know that he had lost. His promise had cost him dearly and he didn’t know if he’d ever gain Keigo’s trust back. Because if he was hiding this…what else might he hide. And he knew he could save himself. He could throw Saeki under the bus and say that he had been forced to. That Saeki had forced him to make such a promise. But he hadn’t been. He’s promised not to tell under his own volition. It was his fault alone. Saeki had suffered enough because of this. And despite what a lot of people might think of him, Kite was rather noble when he put his mind to it. “Yes…I knew .I’ve known from the very beginning. And I didn’t tell you, even knowing what I did. The responsibility is mine. I made the promise not to tell you. I made it without his asking it of me. Because I knew such a thing would hurt you. Just like it is now.” He continued the hold in a way that seemed to state that he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. “So blame only me.”
"You..." Atobe swallowed, closing his eyes. "I'm not saying you should have broken your word... but why would you make such a promise in the first place? Surely you knew that hurt or not, I would have wanted to know..." He chuckled somewhat bitterly. "Even if it only means I now have one more family member who hates me." For it certainly was clear Saeki wasn't his biggest fan -- especially not after he'd threatened to reveal their father's secret. Saeki's secret.
Eyes still closed, he let his head fall forward, his forehead resting against Kite even though it suddenly felt like he was so very far away. "Did you, too, think I wouldn't care?" he murmured. "That I would prefer not to know about such a threat to my inheritance?"
It was Kite’s turn to back away. The words made him feel…sick. He felt sick to his stomach. As if Keigo had just kicked him in the groin a thousand times in very quick succession. He didn’t even bother to say a word about his making such oaths. It had been a hard decision and one he had made because he had felt it necessary. But what had him reeling were those words. Those words about inheritance. It was a huge blow because Kite had always thought his lover different from those rich men he hated. Those men who had everything. Who never worked or suffered a day in their lives. Who’s money could buy them anything at all. Well, anything but Eishirou, obviously. His hands dropped to his sides and his voice was deliberately rough. “Your…inheritance…that’s what this is all about, isn’t it? Money. Saeki’s a threat to your money. Your power. Your lifestyle.” His hands balled into fists at his side. “You’re just like your father…who tried to buy my departure.”
"What? No!" Shocked, Atobe pushed himself away from Kite. How could the other... "Damn it, Eishirou, haven't you been listening to a word I said? Haven't I tried to tell you I would have preferred to know? I'm merely echoing my bastard of a father who -" He swallowed again, why was it so hard to put this into words, to explain? Oh, yes, because he was shocked and upset and angry, that's why. "He assumed -- he assumed I would just ignore it -- because bringing it up would risk my inheritance. He said I have no reason to stay here -- that I have no friends, nothing to hold me here -- because he can't see past his damn wallet. If I were like him, wouldn't I have wanted to stay ignorant? Wouldn't I be thanking you for -- for hiding this from me? For not worrying me with such threats?"
His eyes squeezed tightly shut, he somehow managed to fumble his way to his bed, dropping down on it, his head held in his hands. "I thought you'd know me better than that, Eishirou," he murmured, trying to calm down and failing. Calm down, Keigo. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. "I thought you -- of all people --"
He knew Keigo needed this. Keigo needed to vent. But he had taken it wrong. Those last words. He had taken it completely wrong. And he had to fix it. He had no choice. If he ever wanted the love of his life to love him back again, he had to fix this. He found himself trailing after Atobe like a lost puppy. He sat down next to Keigo on the bed and wouldn’t move even if he was told. His voice was quiet. “Keigo… I…misunderstood. I just came from a run in with your father. He asked me…how much money it would take for me to leave. He threatened me and my family. And when I heard you say those words… when I heard you say threat to your inheritance, I thought the worst, because I have just seen the worst. I know though. I know you don’t care about that. Because if you did, you would have never gotten together with me. You would have latched onto some rich young man instead.” But Keigo hadn’t. Keigo had chosen him. Him, the son of a sweatshop worker turned garment office middle management. He was dating a man who could get lost in a mansion but was at home in the jungles. Keigo, the sophisticated beautify and him...the jungle beast.
“Please.” Just like Atobe, he never said please. “Please, Keigo… I realize I’ve wronged you, but I couldn’t. I know it was not my place to hold such secrets, but I felt I had to. I can’t really explain why, knowing that it would hurt you the way it has. Just I did it and now you know and you also know that I’m still with you. But I was wrong.” Another thing he never ever said. “I was trying to protect you. You and Saeki as well…And I shouldn’t have. You’re more than capable of protecting yourself.”
"You -- you met with him and still -- thought I would be the same?" Damn it, it was starting to hurt... he had to calm down, had to, but it wasn't quite that easy. Not when things just seemed to be getting worse by the second. "I -- I could never --" He was hyperventilating, now, he knew that well enough, yet try as he might he couldn't stop himself. "Eishirou -- I know I'm a bastard but -- never like him. I'd never be like him..." He... could have become like that, perhaps, had it not been for those around him. Those who had shown him that there was more to parenting than a bank account, and more to family than a shared name.
He found himself leaning to the side, against Kite, because it was the closest available support. His head was feeling very light... "He -- tried to pay you -- to leave?" A broken chuckle escaped his lips. "He was always -- a fool..."
Kite reached out and very lightly stroked over that soft hair. Just stroked, slowly. Softly. With more care than usual. He did it because he was sure Keigo was panicking a little. “Yes…Just a few minutes ago, actually. And the meeting left such a bad taste in my mouth that I hadn’t gotten rid of it when I came here. So I said things I shouldn’t have said to you. You aren’t like him at all.” Kite continued to stroke over Keigo’s hair as the man leaned against him. “Yes…he offered me money… I told him where he could stick it.” He sighed softly. “Keigo...foregive me?”
"I... should hope I'm not..." Kite's touch was soothing... just what he needed right now. After all those words, from his father and Saeki and Kite... "I... forgive you... just promise you're not... hiding anything that important anymore..." Eyes tightly shut, he tried to force himself to draw deep, regular breaths, but it was getting more and more impossible as his body panicked in reaction, feeding the hyperventilation even more. "Damn it... it hurts..."
Kite paused for a moment. He was actually thinking if there was anything else. Keigo already knew that he’d met Keigo’s mom. And he had just admitted to meeting dad. “Your parents both hate me…” He volunteered. “Though I doubt that’s much of a secret.” He didn’t think he had any other secrets from Keigo. No…He really didn’t. “But I swear to you Keigo. I swear that I’m not hiding anything else. Nothing at all. That is on my honor, what good that might be.” Still Atobe’s breathing was bothering him and he wanted badly to calm it down. He wouldn’t have Keigo passing out on him. So lightly, he moved to lean over and press a kiss against the other boy’s lips. A soft, soothing kiss. “I promise you…And I promise that no matter what…I’m not going anywhere. Even if you end up being the biggest bastard on the face of the planet… I’m staying right here, by your side."
"That's okay... I hate them both in return..." He... believed Kite. He had to believe. If he couldn't trust his boyfriend after such an oath, could he ever trust anyone? And he indeed didn't want to become like his father, suspicious and cynical about everything and everyone.
His hand reached to the side, blindly reaching for Kite's to grasp on. "You'd better," he murmured. "Because I'm not... going to let go... of you..." Breathe, breathe. Calm down, Keigo. Eishirou is right here... Damn it, he wasn't going to need meds just because his father happened to show his smug face! "But I... believe you." He paused for a moment before continuing softly, both by choice and because his breath really wasn't enough for more right now, "Even though you're a bastard too... I love you, Eishirou..."
Kite felt the grasp and a moment later, he had all but hauled Keigo into his lap. He didn’t care if the other boy kicked or screamed or did the full act of Hamlet in dramatics. He just wanted to get Keigo to breathe right again. That was now his number one top priority. He purposely slowed his own down. A smooth, steady in and out. “I never said I wasn’t Keigo. And I love you as well. But right now, you need to calm down. Because if you don’t, I’m going to have to kiss you until you have a better reason to be breathing like this.”
"I can't... help it," Atobe murmured even as he concentrated on regulating his breathing. "Even if I tried to take... deep breaths... I couldn't by now..." It would go away, right? It had done so before. "Sorry to be... so weak..." Five minutes. He'd give himself five minutes, and if he didn't get better by then, he'd have to ask Kite to help.
Kite knew that. But he also knew there was more talk he had to shut up. And now. Lightly tilting Keigo’s face, he leaned in and kissed him. Lips to lips. Nothing too fancy. Just lips pressed against lips. Keigo was not getting five minutes. He wasn’t even getting five seconds. Keigo was getting kissed and that was final.
"Eishirou..." Atobe finally opened his eyes, blinking. "Nice though that is... I'd rather have my... airway open all the way..." Just then, he coughed. Damn. Five minutes was too much to ask, wasn't it. Was his hand trembling or was he just imagining it?
Kite frowned a little and shifted a little. He supposed that kissing Keigo wasn’t going to help. The other was going to panic if he was going to panic. Kite wanted to make it stop, but the rich boy was already too far gone. It was going to be up to his boyfriend to calm down on his own. Kite was incapable of making it happen. So instead, he shifted the other boy and lightly, softly, ran a hand over that long silver hair. “Your breathing needs to slow, Keigo. Else you’ll hyperventilate and pass out.” He could see those hands shaking and wished that he could give Atobe some of his strength. Anything, to help him get through this.
"You think... I don't know that?" Atobe chuckled darkly even as he willed his hands to stop shaking. As his luck would have it, they didn't -- not that it was about luck at all. He squeezed Kite's hand, thankful that he would have that hand to hold, to keep him grounded to reality even as he did his best to normalize his breathing. "Just bear with me... I'll be better in a moment. And if I'm not... I'll just send you to get my medicine..."
The martial artist sighed and just let his lover cling to him. He didn’t know how he should go from here. He supposed that he was doing the right thing right now. Being there for Keigo. Proving to the other boy that he wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t afraid of the other’s father. He wasn’t going to go away and he didn’t want Keigo to go either. “If that’s what you think you need…I will do so.” But for right now, he supposed he could be the strong and stable presence the other needed.
It... did help, somehow. Granted, he still wasn't feeling as well as he could have, and his hands were still trembling, but at least he didn't seem to be just about to choke on this very moment. However, Atobe did take another moment to make sure his breathing stayed better until he actually dared to comment on it. "Ah... that's... better."
Kite laced his fingers though Atobe’s. He used his own rough grip upon those elegant, deceptively strong hands to try to calm them. He continued to hold on to his boyfriend. He was glad that the worst seemed over for now. Kite did not like to see his lover in such a state. He hated not being able to do anything. Kite didn’t like feeling powerless. He didn’t like the feeling of his feet being pulled out from under him, even if it was only emotionally. He nuzzled at Keigo and smiled against his flesh. “Keep it up like that….”
"Most certainly..." Atobe sighed a bit, glad to notice he indeed had enough air in his lungs for such a pointless act of wasting oxygen. "Do forgive me... I never wanted you to see me like that." Not that it was very often that he was in such a condition -- and most instances involved a certain species of meowing hellspawn -- but that just upset him all the more, that Kite would have to be present for one of those rare times. But much though he didn't like it, it also was a good thing... There was the strong shoulder to lean on, the rough hand holding his, the face nuzzling against him, all helping him calm down even when it seemed his body wasn't listening to him at all. "...Thank you."
Kite chuckled into Atobe’s neck. He’d all but wrapped himself about the other, surrounding the other boy almost completely. He would stay that way too. He would stay that way until Keigo made him let go. “Don’t, Keigo. Just…don’t. Don’t apologize for this.” Because Kite didn’t want this type of thing to be hidden from him. Though in a way that was only fair, as he had hid something from Keigo. Still, he didn’t like it at all. He loved Keigo. He loved Keigo so deeply and he didn’t want to be shoved out just because his lover wanted to seem strong. “I love you and seeing this doesn’t change anything. Besides,” He whispered fondly into Atobe’s ear. “I always knew you were a drama queen. This is just you putting your throne to good use.”
Even though he had been the one apologizing, it was still good to hear Kite didn't want him to do so. It confirmed what he had already so often counted on... that Kite loved him even despite his weaknesses. "Fine... I won't," he murmured, drawing a deep breath -- well, as deep a breath as possible, anyway -- just to enjoy Kite's scent. Kite smelled of sweat and concern and strength... Such a sweet scent to be surrounded by, just like those strong arms.
The last comment, though, made him growl quietly in protest. "At least be so kind to call me a drama king," he muttered, "or I may start thinking you'd prefer me as a female..." Oh, he was well aware of his dramatic ways, and in no way inclined to deny it. It was the name of queen that he didn't particularly enjoy. "...I must be an idiot, to love you nevertheless..."
He chuckled again. That was better. Much better. That was the way things were supposed to be. Keigo had his own strength, and sometimes, Eishirou would happily play the villain in order to bring it back out. Besides, he sort of liked that angry growl. It brought his haughty love down to his level. Others could place Keigo on a pedestal if they wanted. Kite would not. He wanted the Hyoutei king with there with him, not above him or below him. The sarcasm was thick, but the love was even thicker. He was teasing, and it was obvious. “Oh, I’m so sorry, your royal highness. I’d never prefer you female, even if you would look stunning in a dress and such garb would give me better access… You’re my drama king, and I’d not have you any other way.” He pressed a kiss to Keigo’s neck. “An idiot…Perhaps, but so am I…I refused more money than I’ll ever see. Surely most people would find that frankly insane. But I never said I was stable, as you well know.”
Atobe couldn't help but smile as he heard Kite's chuckle. "As though you care about easier access when you won't even touch me properly," he complained, firmly resisting the urge to pout. "Seriously, you're worse than the actual doctors! And if refusing that money makes you insane... I'm glad you are not too stuck on ideas of sanity." He turned his head just enough to place a light, light kiss on whichever part of Kite he could reach the easiest. "My father is a bastard, I always knew that... but please do believe me when I tell you I am not like him. At one time, I perhaps was, or at the very least I would have become like him if left under his influence... but I've changed. And that change is in no small part thank to you." The mere thought of Kite seeing him as yet another rich bastard made him shudder. It had hurt so much, seeing that loathing look in the eyes that usually were so uncharacteristically gentle when directed at him... "I wouldn't trade you for all the riches in the world."
“I won’t. And I’ll continue to not until such time as I am positive that you have been mended.” He stated. Still, he knew it was just another version of insanity. Because he had a sexy, willing boyfriend and he was still managing to keep it in his pants…And keep Atobe’s in Atobe’s designer trousers. He still accepted the kiss because kissing, even if it was against the side of his chin did not make the leg overly stressed. “However, I believe you, Keigo. I’m sorry I said that. I’m sorry if I sounded like I thought that about you. You are a different kind of bastard. You are a special bastard and my bastard on top of it all.” Because Keigo wasn’t the only one who had changed. Kite had changed as well, in little ways…such as the fact that he was capable of being gentle with someone that wasn’t a pet parakeet. “And I know you wouldn’t. Because the world would demand a refund if you tried."
It was frustrating, really, how Kite's self-control could sometimes come to play at the strangest of times... Or, rather, every time Atobe wanted him to forget about the stupid thing. But there wasn't helping it, now was there. And though he wasn't about to admit it... that self-control, among other things, was exactly what made Kite the man he loved so very much. "You ought to be sorry indeed," he murmured, nuzzling Kite a bit more. His Okinawan. Only his. "I am your bastard... and you're not getting rid of me even if you try. So you could just as well stop trying and accept the facts." He laughed, finally, not as fully and freely as usual as he was scared of losing control of his breathing again, but laughed nevertheless. "You think the world would dare demand anything of me?"
“Yes yes. I’m terribly sorry and I want to make it up to you.” He was serious about that too. Kite didn’t like debts to go unpaid. He owed Keigo for looking at him like that at first. For coming from such a meeting with such a man and then reacting to Atobe as he was like that too. It was unforgivable. And yet, Keigo had already done just that. And the other boy was laughing. It was less that usual, but Kite understood why that might be. “This is me we are selling off to the world…I think in this case, begging would have been the better word. The world would beg you to take me back, because only you can handle someone like me.”
"I'm sure you will," Atobe murmured, curling up in Kite's embrace. He was starting to get over his upset state... little by little, but he was. It was amazing, how Kite could indeed calm him down now that the most dire physical reactions to his distress had been conquered. "And I would take you back quite gladly... because if I'm the only one who can handle you, just as well you are the only one I would ever allow to approach me thus." He gave Kite something of an impish smirk. "After all, only you can take my breath away as literally as you just did." Even if it had been by upsetting him...
Kite couldn’t help it. He lay back upon the end and let Keigo rest against his chest. He wouldn’t trap himself like this with anyone else. He didn’t mind if Keigo restricted his movement though. He liked it like this. He liked it a lot. He could let his guard down just a little like this. “The world’s loss I guess. And I feel a little…inadequate, as the kisses weren’t enough to regulate your breathing. Perhaps, I just need more practice in doing so.”
It felt so very comfortable, lying upon Kite's chest like this... he liked it. He liked it very much, the feel of Kite's strong chest underneath him... the knowledge that Kite, the natural fighter, would allow himself to be at such a disadvantageous position just to hold him close. "It's hardly your fault that even my otherwise perfect body has its lackings," he murmured. "The kisses probably would have helped had it been a simple case of hyperventilation... but by that point I was developing an attack, which is another matter altogether -- and works quite well to make me even more panicked about getting air." He was talking of it as though it were over already... which he knew very well it wasn't. His chest still hurt a bit, and he wasn't about to start singing anytime soon or playing tennis for that matter, but at least he could pretend to be normal again.
Kite would let Keigo stay there all he liked. Sure the bed was far too comfortable for his own liking, as Keigo was a hedonist. And sure, the last time he had really laid here, he had been so utterly exhausted that he’d had no choice but to sleep or pass out. It just seemed strange and nice to have his boyfriend right there, using him as a pillow. It made him vow that when his team won the tournament, he would request to room with Keigo. They’d only need the one huge bed then. “Then perhaps now that it’s over, I can give you one without your pulling away and telling me that you don’t want them.” Because kisses were just another way Kite showed he cared. Kisses and light soft touches over hair or passion held back until it was physical hurt.
Sharing a room with Kite would certainly be wonderful... He wanted to lie like this more. He wanted to fall asleep like this, some day, to fall asleep and then wake up and find himself still held in Kite's arms... And, of course, to spend his nights with Kite, sleeping or... not sleeping. Stupid leg, not healing any faster... "I would certainly like that," Atobe murmured. "And it's not that I didn't want the kisses... I just wanted air even more." He turned around, still lying half on Kite's chest, his mouth hovering just a bit above Kite's. "I could never not want your kisses," he murmured, his lips almost brushing almost Kite's. Almost.
Keigo sifted and Kite looked up and over the rim of his glasses to those lips. Soft, becoming. Probably cherry flavored again. He was beginning to like that taste and associate it with Keigo. Still, he couldn’t help but pay Keigo back from of his drama. Though Kite wasn’t at all good at it. “Oh..Woe is me. My Keigo loves air more than he loves me. How will I ever live knowing that I was turned down for air.” Lips hovered dangerously close and Kite had a feeling that Keigo wanted him to come up. To meet half way. A meeting Kite was more than happy to have. He shifted as well, pressing his lips against Atobe’s once more.
"I can forgo air for you if you truly wish... I just never thought you'd be one for necrophilia," Atobe half purred, half chuckled. Silly Eishirou... Then there was a kiss, though, and all such thoughts fled his head; now that he was no more struggling to breathe he could concentrate on just how lovely it was to be kissed by his own Eishirou, to kiss back and enjoy it. Kite's lips felt just a bit rough under his own well-cared-for ones, rough and hot and surprisingly gentle. Somehow, Atobe found his lips curling into a tiny smile even in the middle of the kiss.
Kite would have made some harsh comment back. He really would have, but he was busy. He was busy making sure his boyfriend got thoroughly kissed. He needed this just as much as Keigo did. He needed this because as much as he’d been calm and strong for Keigo, he had been reeling as well. He had seen the enemy, and the enemy was Keigo’s weasel of a father. He had faced the man. Stared him down, knowing that eventually the man might do the really moronic and try to take the young Atobe heir away from him. But even that was a distant memory to the feel of right now. Of those sweet soft lips, that supply strong body. He lost himself to it, allowing the last of the feelings that man had put in him to vanish under his passion for the boy above him. Lightly, he nipped at the lower lip to ask for entrance. Even as that smile came. A smile that he loved, because Keigo did not smile all that often.
Atobe allowed himself to get lost in this, in the kiss and the realization that yes, Kite was indeed kissing him, Kite was there and no stupid father would ever take him away. As Kite nipped his lower lip he parted his lips, a hand crawling up to caress Kite's neck up to the hairline but not further, not into the hair with the disgusting stuf Kite called a hair product there. The tip of his tongue peeked out, just a little, ready to withdraw at a moment's notice to make room for Kite's tongue to explore his mouth instead.
He felt hands getting dangerously close to his hair. To one of those area he had an admitted kink to. He knew though that Keigo would go no further due to the product. They had to be careful though, because Keigo was still recovering and Kite wasn’t a saint. He was a devil from Higa and he was a red blooded male with a very desirable boyfriend. He deepened the kiss for a mere moment before backing off and returning to his original position. “Much better.” He purred.
"Nice to hear you weren't too disappointed," Atobe said with a small smirk before pressing one more kiss, this one just a light kiss on the tip of Kite's nose, before letting his head fall down on Kite's shoulder. "I wish," he murmured, "I wish I could just fall asleep like this..."
When: Right after this log
Where: Outside and Atobe's room
What: Kite runs into Atobe's father and then goes to comfort his boyfriend, only to fall prey to miscommunication. The two argue and Atobe has trouble breathing.
Rating: PG-13-ish
Comments: Because you can never have enough drama~
Whatever it was that held Keigo to this place, Atobe Keiji certainly couldn't understand. Compared with their Tokyo manor, the rooms were almost claustrophobically small, and sharing a room -- or just about anything -- with anyone was certainly not something his son would be used to. The level of both education and tennis would be higher in Hyoutei High, so whether it was academics or his useless little hobby his heir was pursuing, it didn't make sense for him to stay, either. Yet Keigo wanted to stay, very passionately so, apparently -- why else would he have been willing to ruin the family name by spilling the secret?
It really couldn't have gone much worse, he thought to himself as he rushed along the corridor to make it out of the house, back to the waiting car and then Tokyo, away from this little place in the north even the gods had surely forgotten. He supposed there was no harm in letting Keigo stay now, though, as he'd already found out the truth about Koujirou... Hell, it wasn't like he'd asked to have such trouble! Next his little bastard would probably make a fuss about his inheritance, and that would be the end. At least Keigo was still acting like a proper heir, though he did have his quirks he insisted on, spoiled rotten as he was. Friends, indeed. No son of his would waste his time on something that useless.
Entangled in the web of his thoughts as he was, he didn't even notice the person approaching him at first.
Kite had heard the rumor already. That there was someone on campus that shouldn’t be there. He hadn’t been sure, because he wasn’t one for the rumors. But he had read what Keigo had written about his father. He didn’t like the idea that such a person might come here but he still thought that it wasn’t possible. Because that man was like the rich people Kite hated so very much. But the rumor might have reached Keigo and he wanted to make sure his boyfriend was all right. That the stupid rumor didn’t reach him. Which was why he was heading towards the dorms right now, towel over his shoulders, still shined with sweat from a hard kata workout. He ended it quickly when the rumor reached him.
Kite ran his way towards the dorm and he slowed when he saw a man coming out. A man he didn’t recognize. A man that looked like Keigo. His heart…stopped. It froze over and it died all over again. He became the hardened Higa buchou all over again. He did not move aside for the man. He just kept forward. He was too proud to move. He would make this rich man…this poor excuse for a father…move. But at the same time he kept a neutral expression. If he was talked to, he would be polite. But his main goal was to get to Keigo as soon as possible.
The moment Keiji's eyes met the boy, he recognized him. Of course he'd never seen the Okinawan before, but his wife had given him clear enough a description when he'd mentioned his intentions of visiting the camp personally, and the boy who now approached him fit the description to the very last detail. He did look rather brutish to say the least, all hard lines and sinewy muscle. Well, that certainly meant he couldn't be Koujirou's... lover, or whatever Elizabeth had assumed. Even if his son were to be such a deviant, surely he could not have such bad taste at least.
"...You." At first he had thought to simply pass the boy by, but changed his mind at the last minute, stopping just before their ways met. "Are you not Koujirou's... friend?"
He was about to pass the man by. A few more steps and he’d be past this man and into the dorm. But at the last moment, that cold, cynical voice stopped him. You? He had a name. he was not just you. Like some dirty mongrel in the street. Of course the man didn’t know his name, but still. There were better ways to greet someone other than the harsh and in personable you. And the question. Of all the things to ask. Not, who are you. Not, good day to you. That. Oh…Kite wondered how it was that bastards like this got his anger simmering. Perhaps because they felt so privileged.
"Koujurou?” He asked. He normally wouldn’t allow himself to do it, but in this case, he let his Okinawan accent out a great deal. He sounded like he was just off the island for the first time ever. It was a good ploy. The wife had fallen for it, so why not the husband. “Yes, I am well acquainted with him. He and I are very close.” He kept his tone polite though. There was no need to be rude. He could kill them with kindness as easily as he could kill with fists.
...Very close. The words made Keiji sneer. "How close, exactly?" he asked. "Upon your meeting, my wife got the impression your relationship was rather... inappropriate." He didn't bother to introduce himself, not to such a backwater thug. After all, having accompanied Koujirou to his meeting with Elizabeth, he'd have certainly taken enough of an interest in Keigo to at least recognize him, and aside from his son's outrageous hairstyle and sharing his mother's colouring, they were almost disturbingly similar in features. "If that is true... how much is it going to cost for you to leave him be?" After all, though nobody could find out about the relation, Koujirou was still his son. And, if bad turned into worst, he just might demand the inheritance to himself some day... It would be too much of a risk to let him gain an unseemly reputation. Surely it wouldn't be that hard to buy off this kid; he certainly didn't look like he was rolling in money.
That sneer. Kite wanted to knock it off the mans’ face. It would be so easy. He could almost since the fact that there were guards around. He just knew it. In fact, he was sure there was one or two stationed about where they couldn’t be seen. But still, as close as he was, he could do whatever he wanted to this man. He could punch him in the face or kick him in the head or break his back in different places, and no one would be able to stop him. And he wanted to, badly. He wanted to hurt this man for thinking that Kite Eishirou could be bought.
His shoulders squared and looked over the rim on his glasses, down at the older man. They flashed dangerously in the light and he was sure that the other could tell that he was on the defensive, even if he remained just the way he was. With that solid smooth look on his face. If he did strike, the man would never ever see it coming until the very last second. His voice was so smooth, so calm that it was like the sea at it’s most calm…right before the tsunami hit. “To leave Koujirou alone? I’m afraid that’s not possible. You see, I’ve made a promise to him. That I’d be there for him if and when he needed me. And there is simply not enough money in the world to make me go back on my word. So you can take your checkbook…and use it for other things, because I am not for sale. My closeness with Koujirou is not up for auction. I will continue to be around him. I will continue to support him.” The same could be said of Keigo. Even more for Keigo. Because Saeki was his friend and Keigo was his lover. His arms crossed over his chest, but the threat was still there. It didn’t matter. Kite was very dangerous, no matter how he stood. “So, if you’ll excuse me, I must take my leave of you. It was very pleasant meeting you.” Oh yes…yes. Kite had the balls to dismiss Atobe Keiji as if HE was the peasant.
The kid actually had the nerve to stand up against him? Him, Atobe Keiji? Unbelievable. "I know you heard about his... relation... to me from my wife," he said coolly. "Even if he isn't my acknowledged heir, I won't have some savage from the jungle drag his reputation through mud by tempting him into some... deviant behaviour. Do be sensible. Keeping your word is admirable, but it really won't get you far in life."
There was hatred behind those stupid glasses that almost matched the one he felt for this stupid boy. "You're losing a big chance here," he hissed through clenched teeth, "but do what you will. I wouldn't expect an uncivilized idiot such as you to understand the value of wealth anyway. Just know that if Koujirou's name is damaged because of you... I will destroy you, you and your family."
Kite did have the nerve. He did, because he wasn’t afraid of this man. He wasn’t afraid of any man. He had been put through hell by the man who was his coach. He had fought tooth and nail against his fellow Higa, even in fun. He slept in the same room as Sanada. No. He was not at all afraid of Atobe Keiji. He was perhaps the first impudent whelp to ever not feel awed or overwhelmed. “I was there.” He stated, just as calmly. “I know. I know everything. I know that you have an issue of fidelity. An issue that I do not share. I am very loyal to those I call mine. And honestly speaking, I think you’re already dragging his reputation through the mud…think if it…You sired a bastard child. How utterly…shameful. Such deviant behavior from a man of your standing. Having a woman on the side.” No…he was not going to be sensible. He was going to be Kite. Kite as controlled and non-violent as he could be, Because he was sure Keigo would never forgive him if he hit this man before Keigo got the chance.
He smirked and then his smile became a snarl. It was time. Time to let the man see. Just a little, the sort of monster that stood beside his sons. Though they were close, suddenly, as if my magic, Kite was right there. Standing right there, right on top the man, snarling down at him with a look of a man who wrestled sharks because he was bored and looking for something to do. “Will you now? That’s’ interesting, Atobe-san…Terribly interesting… and you might be interested to find that if I hadn’t places to be and someone to see… I would be more than happy to show you just how far your money can take you…It can take you all the way to a very lovely closed casket burial.” It was obviously not a threat.
This was -- this was just disgraceful! "How dare you!" Keiji spat. "You're -- you're threatening me?" How dared this boy who couldn't even speak proper Japanese threaten him? Question him, his actions? It was just unthinkable! As though he had any obligation to answer about his past affairs to some boy whose only connection to him was being far too close to his sons. "If you lay a finger on me, you'll never see the light of day again!" He shuddered as though the mere idea of the boy touching him was disgusting -- and, though he would have never admitted it, because he was rather intimidating. Always trailed by guards against physical threats and well protected by his wealth against any other trouble, be it social or financial, Atobe Keiji was used to never having to fear a thing. Now, though, seeing that almost blood-thirsty look directed at himself... now, he found himself afraid. He did not like being afraid. Fear was weakness, and weakness could not be tolerated.
"I'll find some way," he murmured quietly, thankful that his voice didn't tremble. "I'll find some way to get to you, just you wait and see..."
There it was. That smirk. That terribly ungodly smirk. The one that mad brought to mind his nickname. He was the Hitman. He was the man who killed people, destroyed them and their dreams. Murdered them on the court without any regret or hesitation. He smirked and stared at the man over his glasses. He was sure that he was frightening enough that he could even get a man like Chinen, who was indeed scared of nothing….(except dogs) quake. “Oh…I dare. And I’ll keep on daring. And I think that’s my line. If I were to touch you…you’d not survive the encounter, I’m afraid.” He moved again, Just as before. And he was behind the man, back to the other’s back, but still as dangerous.
And he was walking away. He was walking away, as if the man’s words were worthless. He was treating the man like he treated his coach. He would happily hit this man with a ball and tell him to sit the hell down and shut the hell up. But walking away and ignoring the man was better. Because eh was sure no one ever ignored this man. So he was doing it now, just to show the rich man that Kite was not at all threatened. He even waved slightly as he went, heading into the dorms and towards where he was sure Keigo would be.
To say that Keiji was fuming would have been a sever understatement. He was boiling with rage. First his sons defied him, and now this -- this backwater monkey? This was just intolerable! And yet... and yet, he dared not go and confront the boy about this disgrace. Not as long as those eyes looked at him with such clear killing intent.
Hiding one last shudder, he hurried on towards his car.
Meanwhile, Keiji's legitimate -- second -- son paced in his room, trying to make some sense of his feelings. He was... upset, certainly. Angry, most definitely. It wasn't enough that his father would try and separate him from everything that made him happy just to cover up his own sins; the man also had to belittle everything he held dear, as though it meant nothing. He did too have friends. Even Saeki -- his brother, though he shuddered to think of such a thing -- had offered to leave in his stead... though why he would do such a thing, Keigo certainly didn't know. He did know, however, that each time he had spoken of leaving the camp -- through his own will or someone else's -- several protests had arisen. There were people here who wanted him around, who didn't want him to leave. People who would rather not see him go.
For all his wealth than riches, that was more than he could claim to have in all his life before.
Eishirou. He needed to see Eishirou. Even if it was just to see there was something in his life that wouldn't change just now..
Once inside, Kite forced himself back into calm. It would not be good to see Keigo when he felt like this. When he looked like he was about to kill someone. No. Keigo would need him warm and alive and vital. He didn’t even bother to watch the man go. He was running up the steps. Taking two and three at a time, knowing that his balance would keep him from falling on his face or down the stairs. He mounted the top of the stairs and hurried on to door that he was sure Keigo was behind.
His knock was short and his voice was softer than it had been when he had spoken to the man outside. “Keigo…Keigo, it’s me. Let me in.”
That voice. The very voice he needed to hear... "Eishirou," he sighed in relief as he hurried to open the door. "I had just made up my mind to come to see you..." Opening the door, he then didn't waste any time before wrapping his arms around Kite's neck, leaning against his boyfriend's chest. "My father," he murmured, "my father was here..."
Kite found the door open and the next minute he had his arms filled with Keigo. The boyfriend clung around his neck in a way that Kite knew. Knew that the man had been there. Had seen his boyfriend. Kite didn’t even have to hear the rest to know that. Instead, he started into the room, all but carrying Keigo inside and kicking the door with the back of his heal to shut it. He looked down at his lover and hugged him a little tighter. “I know… I know. I just saw him leave.” He didn’t know if he should tell Keigo that he had met the man’s father and even talked to him. But he knew he couldn’t keep holding things back from him. It was wrong. “I…spoke with him. No worries...I was terribly polite. He walked away under his own power.”
"I... overheard something I wasn't supposed to." Atobe clung to Kite, needing that support right now. "The reason my father wanted to take me away from here... was to not let me discover that..." He drew a deep breath before continuing, "Apparently, I'm not the only son he has... and moreover, I'm the younger one." It wasn't that he was upset about potentially losing his inheritance, especially since Saeki seemed to have little interest for it... what truly upset him was that they'd tried to hide it all from him. Perhaps their family wasn't the closest one possible, but he did assume he had the right to know if it was suddenly discovered he had a brother... That, and his father's attitude. There were things in life more important than money. It was something he had only recently come to truly understand -- but it seemed his father still hadn't learnt such a simple fact. Not everything was about money or name or disgrace... he was not his father's son. Not in this.
Kite’s expression was almost unreadable. He didn’t know how he should respond to that. But he supposed that his promise was pretty much null and void now that Keigo already knew. Keigo knew so he didn’t have to keep the secret anymore. But still, he lightly pulled one of his hands away to trace over the other’s cheek, roughened fingers stroking over the tear mole and down before resting again where it has started. His mind was made up and he hoped Atobe would forgive him…eventually. “Yes, Saeki is a few days older than you.” There was no shock in his voice. Nothing like that. Kite had known. He had always known, from the very first day that Saeki had known. “That’s what your mother wanted to talk about with Saeki… She wanted to tell him of his parentage. I’m sorry for not being able to tell you that Saeki was your elder half-brother… “ Now he would wait…Wait for the fallout and hope that he wasn’t hated forever.
"You... knew?" Atobe froze, staring up at Kite in disbelief. "You knew all along? And you didn't even think of telling me?" To think... to think that Kite would do the same thing as his parents... no, that was unthinkable. Surely Kite had some reason... some reason to betray him thus. In this situation, he did feel that omission of the truth was as bad as a lie... after all, it wasn't like he was about to ask his boyfriend whether he had siblings. "...Why, Eishirou?" Without even realizing it, he pulled back just a bit.
Keigo didn’t have to slap him or stab him to hurt him. All Keigo had to do was pull away. Even if just a little it was more than enough for Kite to know that he had lost. His promise had cost him dearly and he didn’t know if he’d ever gain Keigo’s trust back. Because if he was hiding this…what else might he hide. And he knew he could save himself. He could throw Saeki under the bus and say that he had been forced to. That Saeki had forced him to make such a promise. But he hadn’t been. He’s promised not to tell under his own volition. It was his fault alone. Saeki had suffered enough because of this. And despite what a lot of people might think of him, Kite was rather noble when he put his mind to it. “Yes…I knew .I’ve known from the very beginning. And I didn’t tell you, even knowing what I did. The responsibility is mine. I made the promise not to tell you. I made it without his asking it of me. Because I knew such a thing would hurt you. Just like it is now.” He continued the hold in a way that seemed to state that he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. “So blame only me.”
"You..." Atobe swallowed, closing his eyes. "I'm not saying you should have broken your word... but why would you make such a promise in the first place? Surely you knew that hurt or not, I would have wanted to know..." He chuckled somewhat bitterly. "Even if it only means I now have one more family member who hates me." For it certainly was clear Saeki wasn't his biggest fan -- especially not after he'd threatened to reveal their father's secret. Saeki's secret.
Eyes still closed, he let his head fall forward, his forehead resting against Kite even though it suddenly felt like he was so very far away. "Did you, too, think I wouldn't care?" he murmured. "That I would prefer not to know about such a threat to my inheritance?"
It was Kite’s turn to back away. The words made him feel…sick. He felt sick to his stomach. As if Keigo had just kicked him in the groin a thousand times in very quick succession. He didn’t even bother to say a word about his making such oaths. It had been a hard decision and one he had made because he had felt it necessary. But what had him reeling were those words. Those words about inheritance. It was a huge blow because Kite had always thought his lover different from those rich men he hated. Those men who had everything. Who never worked or suffered a day in their lives. Who’s money could buy them anything at all. Well, anything but Eishirou, obviously. His hands dropped to his sides and his voice was deliberately rough. “Your…inheritance…that’s what this is all about, isn’t it? Money. Saeki’s a threat to your money. Your power. Your lifestyle.” His hands balled into fists at his side. “You’re just like your father…who tried to buy my departure.”
"What? No!" Shocked, Atobe pushed himself away from Kite. How could the other... "Damn it, Eishirou, haven't you been listening to a word I said? Haven't I tried to tell you I would have preferred to know? I'm merely echoing my bastard of a father who -" He swallowed again, why was it so hard to put this into words, to explain? Oh, yes, because he was shocked and upset and angry, that's why. "He assumed -- he assumed I would just ignore it -- because bringing it up would risk my inheritance. He said I have no reason to stay here -- that I have no friends, nothing to hold me here -- because he can't see past his damn wallet. If I were like him, wouldn't I have wanted to stay ignorant? Wouldn't I be thanking you for -- for hiding this from me? For not worrying me with such threats?"
His eyes squeezed tightly shut, he somehow managed to fumble his way to his bed, dropping down on it, his head held in his hands. "I thought you'd know me better than that, Eishirou," he murmured, trying to calm down and failing. Calm down, Keigo. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. "I thought you -- of all people --"
He knew Keigo needed this. Keigo needed to vent. But he had taken it wrong. Those last words. He had taken it completely wrong. And he had to fix it. He had no choice. If he ever wanted the love of his life to love him back again, he had to fix this. He found himself trailing after Atobe like a lost puppy. He sat down next to Keigo on the bed and wouldn’t move even if he was told. His voice was quiet. “Keigo… I…misunderstood. I just came from a run in with your father. He asked me…how much money it would take for me to leave. He threatened me and my family. And when I heard you say those words… when I heard you say threat to your inheritance, I thought the worst, because I have just seen the worst. I know though. I know you don’t care about that. Because if you did, you would have never gotten together with me. You would have latched onto some rich young man instead.” But Keigo hadn’t. Keigo had chosen him. Him, the son of a sweatshop worker turned garment office middle management. He was dating a man who could get lost in a mansion but was at home in the jungles. Keigo, the sophisticated beautify and him...the jungle beast.
“Please.” Just like Atobe, he never said please. “Please, Keigo… I realize I’ve wronged you, but I couldn’t. I know it was not my place to hold such secrets, but I felt I had to. I can’t really explain why, knowing that it would hurt you the way it has. Just I did it and now you know and you also know that I’m still with you. But I was wrong.” Another thing he never ever said. “I was trying to protect you. You and Saeki as well…And I shouldn’t have. You’re more than capable of protecting yourself.”
"You -- you met with him and still -- thought I would be the same?" Damn it, it was starting to hurt... he had to calm down, had to, but it wasn't quite that easy. Not when things just seemed to be getting worse by the second. "I -- I could never --" He was hyperventilating, now, he knew that well enough, yet try as he might he couldn't stop himself. "Eishirou -- I know I'm a bastard but -- never like him. I'd never be like him..." He... could have become like that, perhaps, had it not been for those around him. Those who had shown him that there was more to parenting than a bank account, and more to family than a shared name.
He found himself leaning to the side, against Kite, because it was the closest available support. His head was feeling very light... "He -- tried to pay you -- to leave?" A broken chuckle escaped his lips. "He was always -- a fool..."
Kite reached out and very lightly stroked over that soft hair. Just stroked, slowly. Softly. With more care than usual. He did it because he was sure Keigo was panicking a little. “Yes…Just a few minutes ago, actually. And the meeting left such a bad taste in my mouth that I hadn’t gotten rid of it when I came here. So I said things I shouldn’t have said to you. You aren’t like him at all.” Kite continued to stroke over Keigo’s hair as the man leaned against him. “Yes…he offered me money… I told him where he could stick it.” He sighed softly. “Keigo...foregive me?”
"I... should hope I'm not..." Kite's touch was soothing... just what he needed right now. After all those words, from his father and Saeki and Kite... "I... forgive you... just promise you're not... hiding anything that important anymore..." Eyes tightly shut, he tried to force himself to draw deep, regular breaths, but it was getting more and more impossible as his body panicked in reaction, feeding the hyperventilation even more. "Damn it... it hurts..."
Kite paused for a moment. He was actually thinking if there was anything else. Keigo already knew that he’d met Keigo’s mom. And he had just admitted to meeting dad. “Your parents both hate me…” He volunteered. “Though I doubt that’s much of a secret.” He didn’t think he had any other secrets from Keigo. No…He really didn’t. “But I swear to you Keigo. I swear that I’m not hiding anything else. Nothing at all. That is on my honor, what good that might be.” Still Atobe’s breathing was bothering him and he wanted badly to calm it down. He wouldn’t have Keigo passing out on him. So lightly, he moved to lean over and press a kiss against the other boy’s lips. A soft, soothing kiss. “I promise you…And I promise that no matter what…I’m not going anywhere. Even if you end up being the biggest bastard on the face of the planet… I’m staying right here, by your side."
"That's okay... I hate them both in return..." He... believed Kite. He had to believe. If he couldn't trust his boyfriend after such an oath, could he ever trust anyone? And he indeed didn't want to become like his father, suspicious and cynical about everything and everyone.
His hand reached to the side, blindly reaching for Kite's to grasp on. "You'd better," he murmured. "Because I'm not... going to let go... of you..." Breathe, breathe. Calm down, Keigo. Eishirou is right here... Damn it, he wasn't going to need meds just because his father happened to show his smug face! "But I... believe you." He paused for a moment before continuing softly, both by choice and because his breath really wasn't enough for more right now, "Even though you're a bastard too... I love you, Eishirou..."
Kite felt the grasp and a moment later, he had all but hauled Keigo into his lap. He didn’t care if the other boy kicked or screamed or did the full act of Hamlet in dramatics. He just wanted to get Keigo to breathe right again. That was now his number one top priority. He purposely slowed his own down. A smooth, steady in and out. “I never said I wasn’t Keigo. And I love you as well. But right now, you need to calm down. Because if you don’t, I’m going to have to kiss you until you have a better reason to be breathing like this.”
"I can't... help it," Atobe murmured even as he concentrated on regulating his breathing. "Even if I tried to take... deep breaths... I couldn't by now..." It would go away, right? It had done so before. "Sorry to be... so weak..." Five minutes. He'd give himself five minutes, and if he didn't get better by then, he'd have to ask Kite to help.
Kite knew that. But he also knew there was more talk he had to shut up. And now. Lightly tilting Keigo’s face, he leaned in and kissed him. Lips to lips. Nothing too fancy. Just lips pressed against lips. Keigo was not getting five minutes. He wasn’t even getting five seconds. Keigo was getting kissed and that was final.
"Eishirou..." Atobe finally opened his eyes, blinking. "Nice though that is... I'd rather have my... airway open all the way..." Just then, he coughed. Damn. Five minutes was too much to ask, wasn't it. Was his hand trembling or was he just imagining it?
Kite frowned a little and shifted a little. He supposed that kissing Keigo wasn’t going to help. The other was going to panic if he was going to panic. Kite wanted to make it stop, but the rich boy was already too far gone. It was going to be up to his boyfriend to calm down on his own. Kite was incapable of making it happen. So instead, he shifted the other boy and lightly, softly, ran a hand over that long silver hair. “Your breathing needs to slow, Keigo. Else you’ll hyperventilate and pass out.” He could see those hands shaking and wished that he could give Atobe some of his strength. Anything, to help him get through this.
"You think... I don't know that?" Atobe chuckled darkly even as he willed his hands to stop shaking. As his luck would have it, they didn't -- not that it was about luck at all. He squeezed Kite's hand, thankful that he would have that hand to hold, to keep him grounded to reality even as he did his best to normalize his breathing. "Just bear with me... I'll be better in a moment. And if I'm not... I'll just send you to get my medicine..."
The martial artist sighed and just let his lover cling to him. He didn’t know how he should go from here. He supposed that he was doing the right thing right now. Being there for Keigo. Proving to the other boy that he wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t afraid of the other’s father. He wasn’t going to go away and he didn’t want Keigo to go either. “If that’s what you think you need…I will do so.” But for right now, he supposed he could be the strong and stable presence the other needed.
It... did help, somehow. Granted, he still wasn't feeling as well as he could have, and his hands were still trembling, but at least he didn't seem to be just about to choke on this very moment. However, Atobe did take another moment to make sure his breathing stayed better until he actually dared to comment on it. "Ah... that's... better."
Kite laced his fingers though Atobe’s. He used his own rough grip upon those elegant, deceptively strong hands to try to calm them. He continued to hold on to his boyfriend. He was glad that the worst seemed over for now. Kite did not like to see his lover in such a state. He hated not being able to do anything. Kite didn’t like feeling powerless. He didn’t like the feeling of his feet being pulled out from under him, even if it was only emotionally. He nuzzled at Keigo and smiled against his flesh. “Keep it up like that….”
"Most certainly..." Atobe sighed a bit, glad to notice he indeed had enough air in his lungs for such a pointless act of wasting oxygen. "Do forgive me... I never wanted you to see me like that." Not that it was very often that he was in such a condition -- and most instances involved a certain species of meowing hellspawn -- but that just upset him all the more, that Kite would have to be present for one of those rare times. But much though he didn't like it, it also was a good thing... There was the strong shoulder to lean on, the rough hand holding his, the face nuzzling against him, all helping him calm down even when it seemed his body wasn't listening to him at all. "...Thank you."
Kite chuckled into Atobe’s neck. He’d all but wrapped himself about the other, surrounding the other boy almost completely. He would stay that way too. He would stay that way until Keigo made him let go. “Don’t, Keigo. Just…don’t. Don’t apologize for this.” Because Kite didn’t want this type of thing to be hidden from him. Though in a way that was only fair, as he had hid something from Keigo. Still, he didn’t like it at all. He loved Keigo. He loved Keigo so deeply and he didn’t want to be shoved out just because his lover wanted to seem strong. “I love you and seeing this doesn’t change anything. Besides,” He whispered fondly into Atobe’s ear. “I always knew you were a drama queen. This is just you putting your throne to good use.”
Even though he had been the one apologizing, it was still good to hear Kite didn't want him to do so. It confirmed what he had already so often counted on... that Kite loved him even despite his weaknesses. "Fine... I won't," he murmured, drawing a deep breath -- well, as deep a breath as possible, anyway -- just to enjoy Kite's scent. Kite smelled of sweat and concern and strength... Such a sweet scent to be surrounded by, just like those strong arms.
The last comment, though, made him growl quietly in protest. "At least be so kind to call me a drama king," he muttered, "or I may start thinking you'd prefer me as a female..." Oh, he was well aware of his dramatic ways, and in no way inclined to deny it. It was the name of queen that he didn't particularly enjoy. "...I must be an idiot, to love you nevertheless..."
He chuckled again. That was better. Much better. That was the way things were supposed to be. Keigo had his own strength, and sometimes, Eishirou would happily play the villain in order to bring it back out. Besides, he sort of liked that angry growl. It brought his haughty love down to his level. Others could place Keigo on a pedestal if they wanted. Kite would not. He wanted the Hyoutei king with there with him, not above him or below him. The sarcasm was thick, but the love was even thicker. He was teasing, and it was obvious. “Oh, I’m so sorry, your royal highness. I’d never prefer you female, even if you would look stunning in a dress and such garb would give me better access… You’re my drama king, and I’d not have you any other way.” He pressed a kiss to Keigo’s neck. “An idiot…Perhaps, but so am I…I refused more money than I’ll ever see. Surely most people would find that frankly insane. But I never said I was stable, as you well know.”
Atobe couldn't help but smile as he heard Kite's chuckle. "As though you care about easier access when you won't even touch me properly," he complained, firmly resisting the urge to pout. "Seriously, you're worse than the actual doctors! And if refusing that money makes you insane... I'm glad you are not too stuck on ideas of sanity." He turned his head just enough to place a light, light kiss on whichever part of Kite he could reach the easiest. "My father is a bastard, I always knew that... but please do believe me when I tell you I am not like him. At one time, I perhaps was, or at the very least I would have become like him if left under his influence... but I've changed. And that change is in no small part thank to you." The mere thought of Kite seeing him as yet another rich bastard made him shudder. It had hurt so much, seeing that loathing look in the eyes that usually were so uncharacteristically gentle when directed at him... "I wouldn't trade you for all the riches in the world."
“I won’t. And I’ll continue to not until such time as I am positive that you have been mended.” He stated. Still, he knew it was just another version of insanity. Because he had a sexy, willing boyfriend and he was still managing to keep it in his pants…And keep Atobe’s in Atobe’s designer trousers. He still accepted the kiss because kissing, even if it was against the side of his chin did not make the leg overly stressed. “However, I believe you, Keigo. I’m sorry I said that. I’m sorry if I sounded like I thought that about you. You are a different kind of bastard. You are a special bastard and my bastard on top of it all.” Because Keigo wasn’t the only one who had changed. Kite had changed as well, in little ways…such as the fact that he was capable of being gentle with someone that wasn’t a pet parakeet. “And I know you wouldn’t. Because the world would demand a refund if you tried."
It was frustrating, really, how Kite's self-control could sometimes come to play at the strangest of times... Or, rather, every time Atobe wanted him to forget about the stupid thing. But there wasn't helping it, now was there. And though he wasn't about to admit it... that self-control, among other things, was exactly what made Kite the man he loved so very much. "You ought to be sorry indeed," he murmured, nuzzling Kite a bit more. His Okinawan. Only his. "I am your bastard... and you're not getting rid of me even if you try. So you could just as well stop trying and accept the facts." He laughed, finally, not as fully and freely as usual as he was scared of losing control of his breathing again, but laughed nevertheless. "You think the world would dare demand anything of me?"
“Yes yes. I’m terribly sorry and I want to make it up to you.” He was serious about that too. Kite didn’t like debts to go unpaid. He owed Keigo for looking at him like that at first. For coming from such a meeting with such a man and then reacting to Atobe as he was like that too. It was unforgivable. And yet, Keigo had already done just that. And the other boy was laughing. It was less that usual, but Kite understood why that might be. “This is me we are selling off to the world…I think in this case, begging would have been the better word. The world would beg you to take me back, because only you can handle someone like me.”
"I'm sure you will," Atobe murmured, curling up in Kite's embrace. He was starting to get over his upset state... little by little, but he was. It was amazing, how Kite could indeed calm him down now that the most dire physical reactions to his distress had been conquered. "And I would take you back quite gladly... because if I'm the only one who can handle you, just as well you are the only one I would ever allow to approach me thus." He gave Kite something of an impish smirk. "After all, only you can take my breath away as literally as you just did." Even if it had been by upsetting him...
Kite couldn’t help it. He lay back upon the end and let Keigo rest against his chest. He wouldn’t trap himself like this with anyone else. He didn’t mind if Keigo restricted his movement though. He liked it like this. He liked it a lot. He could let his guard down just a little like this. “The world’s loss I guess. And I feel a little…inadequate, as the kisses weren’t enough to regulate your breathing. Perhaps, I just need more practice in doing so.”
It felt so very comfortable, lying upon Kite's chest like this... he liked it. He liked it very much, the feel of Kite's strong chest underneath him... the knowledge that Kite, the natural fighter, would allow himself to be at such a disadvantageous position just to hold him close. "It's hardly your fault that even my otherwise perfect body has its lackings," he murmured. "The kisses probably would have helped had it been a simple case of hyperventilation... but by that point I was developing an attack, which is another matter altogether -- and works quite well to make me even more panicked about getting air." He was talking of it as though it were over already... which he knew very well it wasn't. His chest still hurt a bit, and he wasn't about to start singing anytime soon or playing tennis for that matter, but at least he could pretend to be normal again.
Kite would let Keigo stay there all he liked. Sure the bed was far too comfortable for his own liking, as Keigo was a hedonist. And sure, the last time he had really laid here, he had been so utterly exhausted that he’d had no choice but to sleep or pass out. It just seemed strange and nice to have his boyfriend right there, using him as a pillow. It made him vow that when his team won the tournament, he would request to room with Keigo. They’d only need the one huge bed then. “Then perhaps now that it’s over, I can give you one without your pulling away and telling me that you don’t want them.” Because kisses were just another way Kite showed he cared. Kisses and light soft touches over hair or passion held back until it was physical hurt.
Sharing a room with Kite would certainly be wonderful... He wanted to lie like this more. He wanted to fall asleep like this, some day, to fall asleep and then wake up and find himself still held in Kite's arms... And, of course, to spend his nights with Kite, sleeping or... not sleeping. Stupid leg, not healing any faster... "I would certainly like that," Atobe murmured. "And it's not that I didn't want the kisses... I just wanted air even more." He turned around, still lying half on Kite's chest, his mouth hovering just a bit above Kite's. "I could never not want your kisses," he murmured, his lips almost brushing almost Kite's. Almost.
Keigo sifted and Kite looked up and over the rim of his glasses to those lips. Soft, becoming. Probably cherry flavored again. He was beginning to like that taste and associate it with Keigo. Still, he couldn’t help but pay Keigo back from of his drama. Though Kite wasn’t at all good at it. “Oh..Woe is me. My Keigo loves air more than he loves me. How will I ever live knowing that I was turned down for air.” Lips hovered dangerously close and Kite had a feeling that Keigo wanted him to come up. To meet half way. A meeting Kite was more than happy to have. He shifted as well, pressing his lips against Atobe’s once more.
"I can forgo air for you if you truly wish... I just never thought you'd be one for necrophilia," Atobe half purred, half chuckled. Silly Eishirou... Then there was a kiss, though, and all such thoughts fled his head; now that he was no more struggling to breathe he could concentrate on just how lovely it was to be kissed by his own Eishirou, to kiss back and enjoy it. Kite's lips felt just a bit rough under his own well-cared-for ones, rough and hot and surprisingly gentle. Somehow, Atobe found his lips curling into a tiny smile even in the middle of the kiss.
Kite would have made some harsh comment back. He really would have, but he was busy. He was busy making sure his boyfriend got thoroughly kissed. He needed this just as much as Keigo did. He needed this because as much as he’d been calm and strong for Keigo, he had been reeling as well. He had seen the enemy, and the enemy was Keigo’s weasel of a father. He had faced the man. Stared him down, knowing that eventually the man might do the really moronic and try to take the young Atobe heir away from him. But even that was a distant memory to the feel of right now. Of those sweet soft lips, that supply strong body. He lost himself to it, allowing the last of the feelings that man had put in him to vanish under his passion for the boy above him. Lightly, he nipped at the lower lip to ask for entrance. Even as that smile came. A smile that he loved, because Keigo did not smile all that often.
Atobe allowed himself to get lost in this, in the kiss and the realization that yes, Kite was indeed kissing him, Kite was there and no stupid father would ever take him away. As Kite nipped his lower lip he parted his lips, a hand crawling up to caress Kite's neck up to the hairline but not further, not into the hair with the disgusting stuf Kite called a hair product there. The tip of his tongue peeked out, just a little, ready to withdraw at a moment's notice to make room for Kite's tongue to explore his mouth instead.
He felt hands getting dangerously close to his hair. To one of those area he had an admitted kink to. He knew though that Keigo would go no further due to the product. They had to be careful though, because Keigo was still recovering and Kite wasn’t a saint. He was a devil from Higa and he was a red blooded male with a very desirable boyfriend. He deepened the kiss for a mere moment before backing off and returning to his original position. “Much better.” He purred.
"Nice to hear you weren't too disappointed," Atobe said with a small smirk before pressing one more kiss, this one just a light kiss on the tip of Kite's nose, before letting his head fall down on Kite's shoulder. "I wish," he murmured, "I wish I could just fall asleep like this..."