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PoTWEWY - Three Days Left

Title: The World Begins With Tennis

Author:
Sinnatious

Summary: TezRyo Prince of Tennis/The World Ends With You crossover.

Rating: M for violence and yaoi and Niou's bad language.

Author’s Note: This is what I affectionately refer to as 'the payoff chapter'.  I hope you enjoy it.

It's also probably the shortest chapter of the lot, amusingly.  I shall make up for it with the final chapter on Saturday.  It is gargantuan.  As in, three chapters in one.


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Three Days Left 
 
Tezuka jerked and rubbed at his eyes. The convenience store was gone – they were in front of the bus stop again. Another day gone?
 
Echizen swore. Tezuka didn’t bother scolding him this time. He felt a bit like swearing himself. 
 
They were still crouched down, Echizen leaning against him. Suddenly embarrassed, Tezuka stood. After a moment, the freshman followed suite with a scowl.
 
He was relieved in a way to have aired his suspicions about Fuji. He hadn’t wanted to add to Echizen’s stress, but if anything were to happen to either of them… it was better that they both knew.
 
“Street courts next,” Echizen said. It was one of the few places they hadn’t checked. 
 
The street courts. Tennis. A lump formed in Tezuka’s throat, but he ignored it. If they both survived, he was willing to pay that price. He would manage even if his entry fee never got returned.
 
“We should stop and get something to eat on the way,” he suggested. It didn’t seem like food was necessary to function, but the sensation of hunger was getting distracting. Echizen must have agreed, because he didn’t complain about losing time. They still set out at a jog though. Even if they were mostly jogging to cover more ground in less time, there was something therapeutic about the action. It was an act associated with the normal and routine – a small shred of life from the RG they could replicate.
 
Tezuka needed normal and routine now. The air had changed somehow with the clearing of that last secret. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but the atmosphere was definitely different between them. Echizen seemed to be deep in thought while they jogged and scanned, and while that wasn’t so surprising – there was lots to think about, after all – the little looks he kept giving Tezuka out the corner of his eyes were a little disconcerting.
 
The senior tried to ignore it and just focus on the matters at hand. He checked that they had enough money for ramen. The storeowner greeted them with a smile when they entered – they’d been regular customers for the past few weeks. It wasn’t really through choice, but that small connection with the RG was comforting.
 
Tezuka ordered for them both without thinking, then turned to apologise when he realised what he’d done. Echizen waved it off. “It was what I was going to order anyway.”
 
He’d known that, of course, but it was still presumptuous. Tezuka settled into his seat to wait in silence, Ryoma a heavy presence next to him. Why were they sitting on the same side in a booth?
 
They’d eaten there plenty of times before, but all of a sudden it felt like a date.
 
Their ramen arrived, and Tezuka ate his so quickly that he nearly choked. Echizen smirked, and Tezuka wondered why he was so nervous all of a sudden. It wasn’t actually a date. For it to be a date, you had to ask the other person out. Or something. Tezuka wasn’t too sure of the specifics.
 
They finished, he paid for the meals, and then it was on to the street courts.
 
They were on a hunt, but it was feeling far too much like a date. Even though they were running.
 
The street courts were empty – it was mostly popular with students, and school was still in session. It only took Echizen a moment to confirm that their quarry wasn’t there either. 
 
“Where to next?” he asked.  He wanted to keep moving. If he were moving he wouldn’t be thinking about what life would be like without tennis or grand conspiracies or the way his partner’s eyelashes fluttered and lips parted slightly whenever he was scanning.
 
“Can I have just a moment Buchou?” Echizen asked. His voice sounded a little strained. 
 
He’d been deliberately avoiding looking directly at the freshman since the ramen restaurant, but when Tezuka glanced at him he was looking rather tired. Why was he-?
 
Of course – he was scanning and running at the same time. “I’m sorry – we’re making good time. We should take a break.” He caught Echizen by the elbow and led them to a clear spot on the grass under the shade. Ryoma sank gratefully to the ground, taking off his cap and rubbing at his temples. “I could take over scanning for a while, if you’d like.”
 
“It’s okay,” he replied gruffly. “Just need a few minutes to clear my head.”
 
“Right.” Tezuka didn’t scan as much, but could empathise after his attempts at scanning in the RG. After a while it felt like your head was filled with cotton and your senses would go a bit haywire if you didn’t take a break. In the UG the effect wasn’t nearly as prevalent, but it looked like prolonged scanning could eventually produce a similar result.
 
They sat there in comfortable silence for a few minutes. It was quiet, and there was a nice breeze. The grass was soft, and the tree provided a good backrest. It was the sort of situation Tezuka wished he could just relax and enjoy the atmosphere in. If the circumstances were different, he would have liked to take out a good long book and read the afternoon away.
 
Eventually Echizen broke the tranquillity. “We’ve never really done this before.”
 
“What?”
 
“Just sit, like this.”
 
“Hm. I suppose there was never the opportunity,” Tezuka mused, looking up at the blue sky filtered through green leaves. It would have been nice, he thought, to do this with Echizen in the RG.
 
“There was never opportunity for a lot of things.” The voice beside him was so small and wistful that Tezuka turned to check that it was actually Echizen who said it. He was surprised to see golden eyes staring up at him, a lot closer than he thought they’d be. And they were getting even closer. 
 
Tezuka’s brain shut down at about the point when he felt soft lips brushing the edge of his mouth.
 
“…Echizen?”
 
Ryoma withdrew slightly and glanced to the side, embarrassed. “It’s just… IneverdidanyofthatstuffwhileIwasalive,” he mumbled in a rush.
 
Tezuka blinked, still somewhat dazed. “…Pardon?”
 
The freshman was blushing bright red now, staring fiercely at the ground. “You know… it just didn’t seem fair.”
 
“Nothing about this Game is fair.” It wasn’t the answer that Tezuka wanted to give, but it was all he was really capable of at that point in time. Mentally he was still in the process of tripping over himself. It was something he had given thought to ever since he’d discovered what his entry fee for the first week was, but he never expected Echizen to act on it, and certainly not so suddenly, either!
 
Echizen made a sound of discontent in his throat, scooting closer to him so that they were sitting knee to knee. “Don’t you regret it? All the things you never got to do?”
 
“If we win the game, there will still be time.” Echizen’s hand had found its way to his knee, and Tezuka was having difficulty processing that.
 
“Buchou…” Ryoma’s voice was breathy and inviting. “Should we…?” There was no question as to what exactly it was that his partner is proposing.
 
Tezuka stood, certain that he should be doing something, but unable to really think about what that something was without a bit more distance between the two of them. Echizen, Ryoma – he wasn’t sure which name he was supposed to use anymore – was not having any of that and leapt to his feet as well, stepping towards him.
 
“Buchou-”
 
“No, we shouldn’t-”
 
"You want it," Echizen insisted stubbornly.  "Because of your entry fee.  I know I'm not wrong."
 
Tezuka's mouth was dry, and his head felt like it was spinning.  "No, you're not wrong, but it's too fast-"

Ryoma – it had to be Ryoma now - all but tackled him; arms wrapped around his waist and face buried in his chest.  "Buchou, we could get erased at any point. I could disappear.  It might be our only chance."

Tezuka wasn't exactly a romantic, but he still envisioned things going a little more traditionally.  A proper confession, then maybe holding hands, then cuddling... working their way up.  It wasn't even an issue he thought would come up for a couple of years.  He was protective of his personal space, and figured that it was something that would wear down naturally over time with the right person.  He hadn't counted on how easily Ryoma slipped inside it, and how natural he felt there.  "We're both still too young-"

Ryoma's hands fisted in the back of his shirt.  His voice was muffled by the fabric.  "We're already dead.  How much longer do you want to wait?"

 
It was a compelling argument. God help him, he wanted to, even as his sense of propriety protested. Hesitantly, Tezuka’s hands found their way to thin shoulders. “You shouldn’t settle just because I’m all that’s here.”
 
Golden eyes glared up at him. “You don’t remember what Sanada’s pretext for taking the other players away as my entry fee was? It was my promise with you.” 
 
The breath caught in Tezuka’s throat. He had forgotten – there was so much going on, so much information to take in… “We’re in public,” he said, but the protest sounded feeble even to his own ears.
 
“No one can see. Have you also forgotten that we’re invisible?”
 
“But-”
 
“No one’s here anyway.” Ryoma was visibly impatient, fingers starting to trail up his back and bunching the fabric.
 
That more or less removed the last of his reservations. Tezuka didn’t even really register moving – one moment he was drinking in the sight of bright eyes and smooth skin and the next their tongues were interlocking, their bodies pressed together and there were hands in his hair and warm skin under his fingers and it was all heat and feeling and breath and neither of them could seem to get close enough.
 
It was desperate, rushed and needy. Hands and mouths on any available patch of skin, gasping breaths and sensation so vivid that Tezuka wondered for a moment if they made it back to the RG under their own power. He’d certainly never felt this alive before. The comforting, intangible warmth he recognised as the pact was turning into a fire that positively sang beneath his skin.
 
More than once Tezuka mentally likened the UG to hell, but at that point in time it became heaven.
 
 
…Two Days Left

 
 

Comments

( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
argentum_luna
Sep. 4th, 2008 11:26 am (UTC)
....sex in public o.O. Sort of. I can't help imagining some Reapers being pervs and watching from a tree or something XD

T.T PLEASE TELL ME THIS HAS A HAPPY ENDING!

sinnatious
Sep. 4th, 2008 11:39 am (UTC)
Hee. You need to take a peek into twewy fandom, where some of the Wall Reapers get a bit creative over the tasks required to pass the wall. ;)

Would you believe I've rewritten the ending three times? I'm having serious angst over it. SO UM, I WON'T KNOW FOR SURE WHICH ENDING IT'LL BE UNTIL I POST IT IMPULSIVELY ON SATURDAY?
ichinonaru
Sep. 4th, 2008 11:55 am (UTC)
OMG THIS IS SOOO HAWT! YAY! OMGOMGOMG! Echizen being all that and practically attacking Tezuka! Woohoo! This isss soooooo hooooooooooooot!!! *waaaaaaaaaaiiiiii* <3<3 Kyaaaaaaaaaah! I can't stop fangirling right now!!! The wait was worth it! Who cares if its short? Eeeeeeek! A date then hot smexy smex! teehee
ankoku_tenshi
Sep. 4th, 2008 01:15 pm (UTC)
Ryoma is so bold. *_* And he's very persuasive. It's nice to see Tezuka cave in every once i n while. Tezuka to, he's so cute worrying about the little bits like 'Oh gosh, it's a DATE.' XD

jade_peace
Sep. 4th, 2008 10:01 pm (UTC)
...almost sex where voyeurstic Reapers can watch them. 8D

As they say, "Tezu definitely has the hots for Ryoma" if he can actually be ...persuaded to commit such actions in public.
firedraygon97
Sep. 5th, 2008 12:47 am (UTC)
...And then Ryoma woke up with his cheek scraping the concrete.

PLEASE don't tell me that's how this little...side-quest...ends. XP Haha, imagine that mission objective: 'Lose your virginity. You have 3 hours.'

Heeeeee, lovely, lovely TezuRyo action. *___* Good work seducing Buchou, Ryoma! Man, considering they're in a life or erasure situation here, Ryoma's got Tezuka wrapped around his finger if he convinced him to make-out in 'public.' I wonder if he can use this to his advantage during practice...
sinnatious
Sep. 5th, 2008 11:52 am (UTC)
What, the next time Tezuka's ordering him to run laps, he convinces him that they should make out instead? AWESOME. The Regulars can gather around and make comments on how Buchou is totally whipped, at which point said Buchou makes them run a hundred laps.

....You know me too well? :D
agentlerain
Sep. 5th, 2008 03:54 am (UTC)
*_____________________________________*

Oh SIN. THE SMUT IS GOOD. I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU SAY YOU FIND IT DIFFICULT. >=D

And I love how Buchou is very paranoid in thinking it's a date. AWWWWW~
agentlerain
Sep. 5th, 2008 04:00 am (UTC)
OH. I HAVE FIGURED OUT THE ENDING.

YANAGI-KUN HAS SECRETLY BEEN WATCHING THEM ALL THIS TIME. HE IS HOWEVER KO'D BY THE SMEX. /dies from nosebleed loss.

Tezuka and Ryoma wake up to find themselves naked and being stared at by the entire school of Seigaku. XP

/going crazy from too much uni.
sinnatious
Sep. 5th, 2008 11:50 am (UTC)
*copies and pastes* Last chapter, DONE. :D

/I would say you need a break, but you're coming up with some GOLD here.

<3
roseofthine
Sep. 5th, 2008 05:11 am (UTC)
Tezuka: What's a date? D;

sorry, that's the mental image. ♥ -shot-

and ouuu, sex in public. *_________________* fuji are you watching this.
sleepingfingers
Sep. 24th, 2008 07:28 am (UTC)
This chapter made me so happy. And slightly sad, but still, very happy. :)
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