seigaku_no_neko: (へー)
After this, Eiji returns to school. He'd left his tennis bag in the club room when he went to get ice cream with Jordan. It's nearly sunset now.

He's a little surprised to find his doubles partner still there, sitting on one of the benches by the courts.

"You haven't gone home yet?" Eiji says, running up to him. Ōishi stands up.

"You left this," he replies, holding up Eiji's tennis bag. "I figured you'd be back for it."

There's a pause then. Ōishi's got a strange expression on his face, and Eiji's busy trying to read it.

His best friend breaks eye contact abruptly, and suddenly Eiji realizes how intense his stare had been. "I mean… I couldn't lock up until everyone's stuff was out of the club room, and I didn't just want to leave this out here…" Ōishi rubs the back of his neck, self-consciously, as Eiji takes his bag and slings it onto his shoulder.

"Right. Thanks."

Another pause.

"Umm… Eiji?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure. What is it?" He's surprised Ōishi's hestitating like this. They're so used to each other by now… What could he be afraid to ask his own best friend?

"Is there something going on between you and Jordan?" Ōishi blurts out, all in one breath, like he's forcing himself to say it. Eiji's too stunned to respond at first, and Ōishi babbles on, trying to fill the awkward silence. "It's okay if there is! I just wanted to know about it. Not that you have to tell me! I mean, I'd like you to tell me—and I'd like to think that you feel like you can tell me—but I understand if you don't want to. At least… I won't bother you about it, if you don't…"

Eiji's still kind of shocked at this sudden outburst from his friend, not to mention that he's not sure how to answer. So when Ōishi glances at his face again, he just sort of blinks at him stupidly.

"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have asked," Ōishi says quickly, and starts walking towards the gate. "Let's go home."

"Ōishi."

Eiji lunges forward to grab onto his friend's arm. Ōishi looks back at him, curiously.

"I… I don't know what's going on," Eiji tells him, honestly. "I'd tell you if I did."

He can feel Ōishi relaxing a little. "When did you meet her, anyway?"

Crap. He forgot to ask Jordan for a good story… He gets a little defensive, without meaning to. "When do you think?" He crosses his arms. "I just met her yesterday, while I was out looking for a bathroom."

"You're really bad at lying, Eiji." It sounds more resigned than angry, though Ōishi does try walking away again.

It's enough to make Eiji feel guilty. "Wait!" He grabs his best friend from behind, wrapping both arms around his waist. Ōishi stops.

"I can't tell you," Eiji says quietly. "I'm sorry. Don't be mad, okay?"

He feels Ōishi sigh, even though he doesn't hear it. "I can't be mad at you, Eiji."

He pulls Eiji off of him and turns around, even managing to smile a little. "Let's just go home, okay?"

"Okay," Eiji consents. He still feels bad, though.

Ōishi seems to sense this, and asks, "You promise you'll tell me? If something does happen?"

"I promise!" Eiji agrees eagerly.

Ōishi just responds with his usual, gentle smile, and they walk home together like always.
seigaku_no_neko: (ええと…)
Eiji and Jordan exit Milliways into the middle of a large department store in downtown Tokyo.

Eiji blushes a little, remembering that they probably should have exited the fitting room one at a time. A woman walking by gives them a strange look.

"Okay, well just to warn you, my friends are weird," Eiji tells Jordan, pointing his thumb towards the door. "They're in a tennis shop a few doors down."
seigaku_no_neko: (Default)
It's been a day or so since Eiji went home after this, and he's out around downtown Tokyo with his friends.

He still hasn't told Ōishi anything about Milliways yet. His thought process is making the slow transition from "I'll tell him soon, of course!" to "Maybe I just won't tell him…"

But he remembers that he promised Jordan a visit, and now admittedly seems like the perfect time. He has to wait until all of his friends are properly distracted with shopping—which takes forever; it finally happens at a tennis store—so he can excuse himself to "go find a bathroom." There's not one in the shop itself, which is a great excuse to go outside looking for a door.

Eiji's a little nervous. He's never done this before; the only door that's worked for him so far has been the one in the storage shed. But maybe if he can just concentrate…

Damn it! All of the shops have freakin' glass doors. He ducks into an alley somewhere, where he sees a door, but it's locked.

He finally resorts to a department store, when he sees that some of the fitting rooms in the clothing section have doors that cover the entirety of their door frames. It'd be a little weird getting back out with two people, but it's the only thing he could find, and he promised he'd be ready.

The first time he opens it, he forgets to concentrate, and it turns out to just be the fitting room. He closes the door again, looks around sheepishly, and tries to focus.

Milliways. Milliways, milliways, milliways…

Eiji opens the door.
seigaku_no_neko: (ええと…)
After a very interesting first visit to Milliways, Eiji bursts back into the dusty storage shed behind the clubroom. He hops back over baskets and ball machines to get to the other door, and opens it quickly, curious to see how much time has passed.

The two boys still left in the clubroom turn to look at Eiji when he opens the door so suddenly. They're the same two people that Eiji saw—doing pretty much the exact same thing—when last he peeked through the window, before he investigated the other door.

"What is it, Eiji?" Fuji asks, shouldering his bag. Kaidō just hisses and bends down again to finish tying his shoe.

"Uh… nothing!" Eiji stammers. "Has Ōishi been in here, yet?"

"No," Fuji replies calmly, in his usual light and airy tone. But then Eiji finds two blue eyes looking at him a little mischievously. "Weren't you waiting for him in there?"

What is that look supposed to mean? Eiji doesn't have time to think about it. He's a little distracted. "Yeah… I just, I found something… that I wanted to show him…" His voice drops to a self-conscious mumble.

Fuji laughs. Again, Eiji's not sure what that's about. Fuji and him are good friends and all, but sometimes the tensai* is a little hard to read. Kaidō has, at this point, ducked out of the clubroom and away from the conversation.

"What's so funny?" Eiji asks, feeling his cheeks get warm. He's feeling a little defensive right now. He wants to tell Ōishi about Milliways, but he has no idea if his best friend will even believe him.

Fuji doesn’t even have time to answer before the door opens, and Tezuka and Ōishi walk through. Fuji makes his escape, saying "I'll get out of your way, then." He gives the team captain a nod and a look. "Tezuka." Tezuka doesn't even seem to acknowledge Fuji.

"Why haven't you changed yet, Eiji?"

Eiji's a little startled by Ōishi's (perfectly innocent) question. Ōishi is just standing there, blinking at him curiously.

"I, uh… I was, um…" Eiji has no idea what to say to that. His would-be prank totally backfired on him. Finally, a little lamely, he mutters, "I was waiting for you."

His cheeks are even warmer now, despite the fact that Ōishi simply shrugs and starts changing back into his school uniform. Eiji quickly follows suit. He would talk to Ōishi about Milliways now, but Tezuka's still in the room. So instead, there's an awkward silence for several minutes, during which Eiji is free to worry about how the hell he's going to bring up the subject.

Out of the three of them, Tezuka finishes changing first, but only slightly. He walks out of the clubroom without saying a word (as is usual for their stoic captain). Eiji finishes buttoning his shirt only seconds later, and turns to see that Ōishi has not quite finished doing the same. (Eiji's always been weirdly proud that he always seems to change faster than Ōishi.)

He almost starts to speak, once, then twice. But he can't quite get the words out. He doesn't even know where to start!

"Ready to go, Eiji?" Ōishi asks, breaking Eiji's train of thought.

"Right! Let's go," Eiji answers, a little loudly, leading the way out the door. They can talk while they're walking, right? And he can show Ōishi the door later…

They've gotten past the tennis courts and Eiji still hasn't said anything. He watches the ground as he walks, distracted. He's almost just waiting for Ōishi to ask at this point, because he knows his best friend is going to notice… (Ōishi's just like that.)

"Is something wrong, Eiji?" There we go.

"Uhh… No. It's nothing." Eiji sighs a little, frustrated with himself. But then he stops, thinking of something.

"Hang on a sec!"

He runs back to the clubroom, and ducks under a tree to get to the back. From the outside, the storage shed is only as big as he would expect it to be, and there's a door with a dusty window at the very back. Eiji tries to open it, but it's locked.

Ōishi comes up beside him. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Eiji replies, quickly. "Uh… do you have the key to this door?"

"I think so," the vice captain replies, fishing in his pocket. "It should be the same one as the front door…" He takes out the appropriate key and starts working on unlocking the door, only afterwards pausing to ask, "Is there something you need in here?"

The lock clicks, and Ōishi pulls the door open with a creak.

Dusty storage shed.

"No!" Eiji says, laughing a little nervously. "I was just curious if we could get in this way. Let's go home!"


*"Tensai" translates roughly to "genius" or sometimes "prodigy." It's used excessively often to describe Fuji, to the point where at times it seems like it's replaced his name.
seigaku_no_neko: (何?)
As always, Ōishi is being way too nice about everything.

They lost.

They're the Golden Pair—the perfect doubles team, the ones who beat everybody. They're not supposed to lose.

But they did. And it was Eiji's fault.

Now Ōishi's almost acting like it never happened.

Eiji doesn't really mind. In fact, he's glad. He's trying to put this whole thing behind him, probably even more than Ōishi is. He doesn't want to think about it anymore.

But there's still that part of him, the part that remembers what happened every night before he goes to sleep. And he realizes that Ōishi won't even talk about it.

Shouldn't he say something? Maybe they should change their strategy, or Ōishi should make Eiji exercise more, or… something. But it's been the same thing every day—go to regular practice, then go home. At the end of every day, Ōishi says the same thing he always has: "Good job today, Eiji. See you tomorrow!"

Eiji is about to sigh, when a tennis ball hits the back of his head.

"Hey!" He turns around suddenly. It's Momo-chan.

"What's the matter, Eiji-senpai?" Momo asks. "You were spacing out."

Eiji waves a hand, grinning sheepishly. "Nothing, nothing." And then focuses on practice again.

Once it's over, he notices that his doubles partner has gone to talk with Tezuka—boring administrative stuff, probably. Eiji will have to wait around for them to finish, if he wants to walk home with Ōishi. How annoying.

He walks into the clubroom, but doesn't feel like changing yet. Then suddenly, he gets an idea. He starts to grin as he runs past his teammates to the back of the room, acting on his whim.

He's going to hide. He'll wait around in that dusty old equipment room in back, until Ōishi comes in to change and lock things up. And then he'll burst out of the door—maybe yell, too—and startle Ōishi. Eiji giggles. He can't wait to see Ōishi's face!

The door creaks open, and Eiji ducks inside. All of the equipment back here is really old; the room is really more of a storage shed at this point. Even the air smells old, Eiji notices, and coughs a little when he upsets some of the dust. He closes the door and peeks out the narrow window.

A few minutes pass. It's going to be a while. Bored, Eiji looks behind him again, and notices a small shaft of light coming from the opposite side of the room. After one last peek back into the clubroom, Eiji leaves the door to go investigate. He has time.

He makes his way nimbly over the piles of boxes and equipment, following the dusty trail of light. When he finally gets to the back of the room, he discovers that the light is coming from another narrow window, on another door. The window is too dusty to really see through. Does it go outside?

Eiji reaches out, and opens the door.

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