Hopelessly Entangled

 

Disclaimer for this one-shot: InuYasha is property of Rumiko Takahashi and Prince of Tennis is property of Takeshi Konomi All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author, punkish furball. The author, punkish furball, is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. The author, punkish furball, makes no profit from this fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended.

 

punkish furball – Hello, all! X3

 

Words to Ponder:

 

…still nothing. :P

 

Installment 3

 

InuYasha/Prince of Tennis Crossover

 

Yuta Fuji/Kagome – requested by myself! ^.^

 

-O0o0O-

 

Fuji Yuta of St. Rudolph Gakuin quietly groaned into the receiver of his cellphone. Normally, he would ignore any calls during tennis club practice unless it came from a family member usually his mother or older sister. When he answered, he didn’t expect his older brother, Shusuke, to be on the other end of the line and was noticeably irritated.

 

“What is it?” he asked him gruffly.

 

Fuji chuckled. “I’m sorry to bother you. You must be in practice.”

 

“I am, so what do you want?” Yuta iterated.

 

“Right to the point I see,” Fuji replied, “I’m calling to see if you could do me a favor.”

 

Yuta snorted. This was definitely out of the ordinary. A favor was the last thing Fuji would call him for. Part of him wanted to reject his request outright and get back to the courts. However, Yuta was also suspicious of this unexpected demand.

 

“What kind of favor?” he probed. He could always refuse after Fuji told him the details.

 

“I’d like for you to take my place helping someone hit their tennis this coming Sunday afternoon if you have the time,” Fuji stated.

 

“You want me to coach someone in your place?” Yuta asked incredulously.

 

“Yeah. I’ve been helping this beginner for a while, but I can’t make our next lesson because of the upcoming tournament. Normally, I would cancel, but it would the progress we’ve made so far.”

 

“So you want me to cover for you?” Yuta deduced.

 

“It would really help me out,” Fuji supplied before adding, “I promise I’ll repay you for your time.”

 

“Fine,” Yuta answered after a minutes of debate, “But I want a rematch with Echizen in return.”

 

“I’ll have to speak with him about that, but I’m sure it won’t be difficult to arrange.”

 

“Then I’ll do it.”

 

Fuji chuckled, obviously grinning although Yuta couldn’t see him.

 

“Great. I’ll call you later with all the details, so you can get back to practice.”

 

“Do what you want,” Yuta remarked and hung up his phone. He returned it to his bag before heading back to the courts.

 

“What was all that about, dane?” Yanagisawa Shinya asked as his junior approached him and rest of the team.

 

“Indeed. You’ve never had a phone call during practice before,” the tennis club manager, Haijime Mizuki, commented, “Is something amiss?”

 

“No,” Yuta answered flatly, “I just got a call from my brother. No big deal.”

 

Yuta resumed practice with renewed vigor, doubling his training efforts. His next match with Echizen was coming up soon that he thought, but he welcomed it. Even though he had tutor some beginner for Fuji to get it, Yuta would gladly bare it if he got what he wanted in the end.

 

-O0o0O-

 

“Long time, no see, Yuta,” Yumiko quipped as her younger brother sat on the passenger seat of her car.

 

“Yeah,” Yuta replied, “Sorry about that, but thanks for the ride.”

 

“No problem,” she replied cheerfully and began to drive away, “Thanks for covering for Shusuke today.”

 

Yuta rolled his eyes and turned toward the window. “I didn’t do it for him.”

 

“Even so, it’s a nice gesture,” Yumiko commented with a giggle, “I’m sure your new student will appreciate this!”

 

About half an hour passed before Yumiko pulled into the parking lot of a well-known sports center in the area.

 

“Have fun, Yuta,” she told her younger brother as he opened her car door, “Before you go, would you like me to tell you the reading I had about your coaching session today?”

 

“I should get going,” he replied. Unlike Fuji, he didn’t put much stock into Yumiko’s hobby of reading tarot cards.

 

‘The sooner I get his over with, the sooner I could get back to some real training,’ he mused.

 

“Very well,” Yumiko acquiesced, wearing a knowing grin, “I suppose the only advice I’ll give you is to go with the flow, okay?”

 

“Thanks. See you in a few hours.”

 

Yuta stepped out of the car and walked toward the tennis courts at a leisurely pace with his racquet bag over his shoulder. As he walked, he noticed that the sports complex was practically empty.

 

‘No wonder,’ Yuta thought as he looked up at the darkening sky, ‘It’s gonna start pouring any minute.’

 

At least that meant that he wouldn’t be here long. He quickened his stride and ended up at the court where Fuji told him his student would be waiting. Next to the next was a large wire basket full of tennis balls and a black racquet bag but no student in sight. Yuta snorted and slowly walked inside the fence enclosed area.

 

“Where the hell is he?”

 

“I’m coming!”

 

Yuta turned to see a girl with long raven hair tied in a high ponytail wearing a white border tank with a dark purple tennis skirt rapidly approaching the fence. She sprinted until she stepped onto the enclosed tennis court, stopping in front of him.

 

“I’m sorry for being late!” she said, bowing low at her waist, “I was just getting us some bottled waters before we got started.” True to her word, she placed two water bottles on the ground by the net.

 

“No problem,” Yuta replied, “I just got here myself.” He appeared calm, but, inwardly, he was stunned.

 

‘Shusuke’s been coaching a girl?’

 

There were no doubts in his mind that Fuji and Yumiko purposely left out that bit of information.

 

“Well, thank you for coming to help me today,” the girl continued, a cheerful grin on her face, “I told Shusuke-san that we could skip our weekly practice, but he insisted that it wasn’t necessary.”

 

“No problem. Let’s get started before it rains.”

 

The girl nodded eagerly. “Right! By the way, my name is Higurashi Kagome. It’s nice to meet you.”

 

“Fuji Yuta.”

 

“Oh!” Kagome exclaimed, “Then you must be Shusuke-san’s younger brother. He told me that you played tennis at St. Rudolph.”

 

“Yeah,” Yuta answered in a strained voice. He didn’t like to be acknowledged as Fuji’s younger brother but was willing to let the incident slide just this once.

 

“So we’ll start with some warm-ups,” Yuta continued, withdrawing his racquet and placing his bag by Kagome’s, “Then we’ll pick up where you left off on your serves.”

 

Kagome nodded as she pulled out her racquet. “Let’s get started!”

 

-O0o0O-

 

Yuta sighed when Kagome sent another ball flying over his head and out of bounds.

 

“Your serve was out again,” he told her.

 

“I know,” Kagome replied with a deadpanned look.

 

Yuta groaned and tiredly ran his fingers through his hair. At first, he perceived Kagome as a fairly proficient player for a beginner. During their warm-ups, she returned most of his serves and was able to keep up in a number of rallies. However, when they started to work on her serves, her poor skill level began to show in abundance.

 

After setting his racquet on the ground, Yuta walked around the net and stood next to Kagome at the service line.

 

“Show me your form,” he ordered with his arms crossed over his chest.

 

Kagome hesitantly did as she was told with an uneasy look on her face as she got into position.

 

“Your grip is good, but your stance is way off,” Yuta assessed.

 

“How so?” Kagome questioned.

 

He unfolded his arms and did the stance for her.

 

“During a serve, you have to use your lower body. And make sure you straightened your legs. Now show me your follow through.”

 

Kagome raised her racquet, performing the motions of her serve but her knees were bent.

 

“Keep your legs straight,” Yuta iterated, “and relax your elbow.”

 

“Like this?” Kagome asked as she repeated the motion.

 

Yuta sighed before standing directly behind Kagome and leaning against her back. Using his foot, he forced her legs apart to the appropriate distance. He placed one hand over the one Kagome used to grip her racquet while the other gripped her arm.

 

“Follow through and keep your legs straight,” Yuta instructed once more.

 

Kagome nodded and slowly moved as Yuta guided her. After she successfully completed the motion several times, Yuta stilled when he finally noticed how Kagome’s bottom fit snuggly against his pelvis. From this angle, he had a clear view of her delicate neck and slender shoulders. Her skin was coated in a light sheen of sweat, emitting a pungent and distinctly feminine musk directly into his nostrils.

 

‘Oh…’

 

“Is this right?” he heard Kagome ask.

 

“I’m sorry?” he replied.

 

Kagome giggled as she relaxed and got out of the serving stance. “I asked if I was doing this follow through right.”

 

“Yeah,” Yuta answered, “Your form is better than before.”

 

He quickly pulled away from Kagome and looked up to the sky.

 

“It’s about to rain. We should call it a day.”

 

“Okay.”

 

The two teens packed their things away and walked together to the front entrance. A few raindrops began to fall along the way and Kagome pulled out a pink umbrella dotted in yellow flowers from her racquet bag. With a little effort, she persuaded Yuta to join her underneath it. He took it and held it above the two of them as they waited for his sister to arrive.

 

“How did you meet my brother?” Yuta asked to break the silence and satisfy his curiosity. He didn’t remember seeing Kagome when he attended Seigaku.

 

“I ran into him and some of his teammates at this complex when I came to meet my younger brother, Sota,” Kagome briefly explained, “Once thing led to another and he ended up showing me a few moves. When he noticed how interested I was, he offered to teach more.”

 

“Why not join your school tennis club?” Yuta suggested.

 

“I’m already in a club and compete on a pretty regular basis,” Kagome answered, “I’d love to join the tennis club, but I just don’t have the time.”

 

“What club?” he asked.

 

“Kyudo.”

 

Yuta looked a bit skeptical. “In middle school?”

 

Kagome giggled. “Shusuke-san didn’t tell you? I’m a junior in high school.”

 

Unlike before, Yuta was visibly taken aback. This whole time, a girl who barely reached his chin in height was nearly three years his senior.

 

“So why tennis if you’re so dedicated to kyudo?” Yuta asked to change the subject.

 

Kagome lowered her head, her eyes becoming wistful.

 

“Even though I’m very good at kyudo, it brings up a few unpleasant memories for me. But I continued to practice it to keep myself connected to my past,” she stated solemnly, “After meeting Shusuke-san and focusing on tennis, I started to come to terms with what happened and develop my archery skills for myself instead of my prior demons.”

 

Kagome smiled and looked up at Yuta. “Gomen nasai. I didn’t mean to sound so depressing! I’m very grateful to Shusuke-san and you for helping me.”

 

Yuta stiffened and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

 

“Don’t mention it.”

 

The two of then waited until Yumiko pulled up and they climbed into the car. Yuta opened the door to the front passenger’s seat for Kagome before sitting in the back.

 

“So how did your practice go?” Yumiko asked.

 

“Pretty well I think,” Kagome answered, “At least we managed not to get wet!”

 

“I’m glad Yuta was able to help you,” Yumiko responded, “Shusuke felt terrible about possibly cancelling your session.”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes. “His tennis tournament is more important than running around the courts with me all afternoon.”

 

“Still he seems to enjoy teaching you!”

 

Yuta looked out the window and skillfully tuned out the girl’s chatter for the rest of the ride. He was nearly asleep when Yumiko came to a stop in from of a long set of shrine steps.

 

“I’ll see you soon, Kagome-chan,” she said as the girl got out of the car.

 

“Look forward to it,” Kagome said, “Bye, Yumiko-san. Bye, Yuta-san.”

 

Yuta nodded in response before Kagome began ascending the stone stairs.

 

“You didn’t take my advice,” Yumiko stated as she began driving away.

 

“What?”

 

She shook her head. “Never mind. You’ll get another chance.”

 

“Don’t tell me,” Yuta began, “Shusuke’s gonna flake on her again?”

 

“Did you tell me earlier that you weren’t concern with my readings?” Yumiko reminded him, looking at him teasingly in her rearview mirror.

 

Yuta rolled his eyes and relined into his seat. It didn’t matter what his sister foresaw. He held up this end of the bargain, so there were no more reasons to be acquainted with the tennis clumsy high school student any longer.

 

-O0o0O-

 

Yuta groaned as Echizen scored the winning point in their rematch. He vastly improved from the prefectural tournament but so had Ryoma. In the end, he couldn’t overpower him again.

 

“Mada mada dane,” Ryoma stated before walking off the court.

 

“I got it,” Yuta replied as he walked off the court as well. Waiting for him at the fence was his brother.

 

“That was a good match,” Fuji commented, “You’ve gotten better.”

 

“Yeah, yeah,” Yuta answered as he continued passed him. But Fuji was not deterred.

 

“Kagome told me how much she appreciate you helping her,” he continued, “As do I. You really helped out both of us.”

 

“Let me guess,” Yuta began, vaguely remembering what Yumiko told him after the first time he coached Kagome, “You want me to do it again, right?”

 

Fuji smiled. “If you don’t mind.”

 

“Sure,” Yuta answered, “but I want another rematch in return.”

 

“If that’s what you want. I think I can get Echizen to cooperate again.”

 

Yuta nodded. As long as he got what he wanted, he could tolerate another session with Higurashi.

 

-O0o0O-

 

“You could at least look a little excited,” Yumiko commented. For the second time in the past few days, Yuta was in her passenger seat.

 

“You are going to see Kagome-chan again, right?” she added.

 

Yuta snorted. “As if I’m doing this to see her.”

 

Yumiko said nothing more and hummed as she pulled into a parking spot. Yuta groaned and stepped out of the car. Unlike last time, Kagome had practice with her kyudo club and, because he was talking Shusuke’s place and had to do what he would in this situation, he had to pick her up when she was done.

 

When he made his way to the dojo, he approached one of the girls hanging around outside.

 

“Excuse me,” he asked, “but I’m looking for Higurashi. Can you tell me where she is?”

 

“Oh!” one of them exclaimed, “She’s in the firing range.”

 

Yuta nodded and walked inside the dojo. When he reached the firing range, he saw Kagome preparing to fire her bow, her stance perfect and her bowstring taunt. A look of concentration was etched on her face and sweat lightly coated her brow. Unlike the other girls on the kyudo team, her long hair was unbound, fluttering in the breeze. Then she released her arrow and hit the target directly in the center.

 

Yuta stood, amazed in her ability. He never imagined that she was that good in archery. ‘Higurashi…’

 

“Amazing!”

 

“Of course it was!”

 

“What else would you expect from Kagome-chan?”

 

“Thanks,” Kagome said as she walked away from the range. When she spotted Yuta watching her, she grinned and waved him over.

 

“Yuta-san!”

 

Yuta stiffened at the sound of his name and sharply turned away from her. When he heard the surrounding females giggle, he roughly stuck his hands in his pockets. He jumped when Kagome unexpectedly touched his arm. She already changed out of her kyudo uniform and into her tennis clothes.

 

“I’m ready when you are!” she told him.

 

Yuta nodded. “Right. Let’s go, Higurashi.”

 

“Yuta-san,” Kagome began as the two began walking my first name is Kagome. If you don’t mind, please call me that.”

 

“Sure!” Yuta uttered at the sudden request, “Kagome-senpai!”

 

The kyudo team’s laughter increased.

 

“He called her ‘senpai’!”

 

“Just how old is he?”

 

“And he’s so cute!”

 

Kagome chuckled as Yuta grew more and more uncomfortable.

 

“Geez! If you didn’t want the attention, you shouldn’t have shouted it.”

 

“Whatever. Let’s get going. Yumiko is waiting for us.”

 

“Whatever you say!”

 

When Yuta and Kagome reached Yumiko’s car and arrived at the sports complex, they walked to the same court they practiced in before. After starting out with their warm-up session, they reviewed serves. Yuta nodded as he watched Kagome settle into her stance and serve the ball. She still served some out of bounds, but most of them landed within the court lines.

 

“You improved,” he commented with a grin.

 

“Of course I did!” Kagome declared with a grin, “Did you forget I normally practice with Shusuke-san? We’ve had practice every week since our last session.”

 

Yuta grunted and turned away from her. For a moment, he actually did and didn’t know why it irritated him so much to hear her say it.

 

“Well then, we’ve made a lot of progress,” he stated, “Why don’t we call it a day?”

 

“Sure,” Kagome answered, wondering why Yuta suddenly seemed so cold to her. After gathering her things, she followed him to the complex entrance.

 

“Yuta-san,” she began, “I wanted to thank you for coming to teach me again. I know you only did it so you could have a rematch with Ryoma-kun, but it still makes me happy that you’re here.”

 

“You know about that?” Yuta remarked.

 

Kagome nodded. “Shusuke-san told me.”

 

Yuta fought the urge to sigh. Of course he did.

 

“It’s not like I mind,” she continued with a shrug, “Just don’t let him beat you again or you’ll be stuck with me!”

 

Yuta chuckled, his earlier bad mood dissipate. “As if I’d want to do that.”

 

Kagome huffed. “You don’t have to say it like that!”

 

The two continued speaking until Yumiko picked them up and dropped Kagome off. As Yuta watched her walk away, he couldn’t fight the warm feeling growing in his chest.

 

‘So she wasn’t as bad today,’ he reasoned, ‘That doesn’t mean I like Higurashi. The last thing I want is to spend more time with her.’

 

-O0o0O-

 

Seigaku’s freshmen trio, Horio Satoshi, Kato Kachiro, and Katsuo Mizuno, along with other first year tennis club members began picking up the balls from while the regulars started their tournament practice. As Horio looked toward the entrance to the tennis courts, he noticed a familiar student marching toward them.

 

“Huh? He’s back again?” he commented, calling the attention of his two friends.

 

“Really?” Kato questioned, “This has to be the twenty-second time Yuta-san has come to play Ryoma-kun.”

 

Mizuno shrugged. “You think that he’d get tired of coming all this way just to lose.”

 

Coach Ryuzaki Sumire, who also noticed Yuta’s arrival, sighed before leaving the team and approaching the St. Rudolph student before he reached the court.

 

“Yuta-san,” she addressed him, “I need to speak with you.”

 

“Yes, Ryuzaki-sensei?” he answered politely.

 

Without warning, she smacked the boy on the back of the head and scolded, “Man up and just speak to the girl without coming here and embarrassing yourself!”

 

“What are you talking about?” Yuta asked, reaching up to his injured area.

 

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Ryuzaki said with smirk, “You’ve been throwing these matches with Ryoma so you have an excuse to coach Kagome-chan in Fuji’s place.”

 

Yuta blanched. “How did you know about that?”

 

“Ryoma may be good, but that’s no excuse for your skills to get worse every match. So, no more stringing Kagome-chan along.” Ryuzaki looked to the fence where most of the regulars stood. “That goes for you too, Fuji!”

 

Fuji chuckled as he approached the two of them. “Gomen ne, sensei. I seemed to have underestimated my brother’s stubbornness. I didn’t think it would take him this long to admit his feelings for Kagome-chan.”

 

Yuta snorted and turned away. “Whatever. You two think what you want. I’m out of here.”

 

As he walked way, he heard Ryoma address him, no doubt with a smirk on his face.

 

“Mada mada dane.”

 

-O0o0O-

 

Kagome hummed as she reclined against the fence and waited for Shusuke to arrive for their next lesson. The gloomy, overcast atmosphere matched her mood.

 

‘Shusuke-san’s next tournament isn’t coming up for a while, so he’s been able to come teach more without sending Yuta-san in his place,’ she mused, ‘Or maybe he finally beat Ryoma-kun and doesn’t need to bother with me anymore.’

 

Kagome couldn’t help but hope that Yuta continued to challenge Ryoma and lose. If he did, then there was still hope they’d meet again on this tennis court. She didn’t tell him yet, but Kagome had feelings for the younger boy.

 

Shortly after meeting Kagome, Fuji invited her to the Prefectural tournament to watch Seigaku’s match against St. Rudolph. That was the first time she saw Yuta. As she watched him play, he aroused her curiosity with his fierce determination and skill even though he came across as a very hostile person, much different in attitude from his older brother.

 

‘Even so, I ended up falling for him. I bet Shusuke-san suspected something like this would happen.’

 

When Kagome saw her instructor for today approach the court, she pushed herself away from the fence, grinning happily.

 

“Yuta-san!” she exclaimed as the boy approached her, “It seems like Ryoma-kun managed to best you again.”

 

“Why is that the first thing you have to say?” Yuta growled in irritation, dropping his racquet bag on the ground.

 

“Gomen ne!” Kagome replied, “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just didn’t think I would see you so soon.”

 

Yuta grunted and kneeled down to withdraw his racquet. “Let’s get started. You warmed up before I got here, right?”

 

“Hai, bucho!” Kagome answered with a nod.

 

“Then we’ll start with a one set match. Rough or smooth?”

 

“Smooth.”

 

Due to the outcome of the roll, Yuta took the first serve. After the two teens walked to their sides of the court, he bounced the ball but suddenly stopped holding it tightly. Before Kagome could say anything, it began to rain in sudden thick sheets. Yuta and Kagome quickly ran for cover, grabbing their equipment and abandoning the court.

 

Yuta shook his head as he looked out at the rain. He didn’t think it would start until later in the evening. As much as he didn’t want to, he’d have to cut his practice with Kagome short.

 

“We can’t continue in this rain,” he began, turning to face Kagome, “I guess we’ll ha—”

 

Yuta’s voice hitched when his eyes zeroed in on Kagome’s sodden top. The presence and weight of the water absorbed in the fabric caused the top to become transparent and adhere to her skin. He could plainly see the lacy black bra she wore underneath her clothes and her highlighted feminine curves.

 

He turned around sharply, hiding his flustered face and diverting his attention from the enticing sight.

 

“Higurashi! Gomen nasai!”

 

“Yuta-san?” Kagome asked and looked down at her shirt. She blushed and covered her chest with her arms when she realized how exposed she was.

 

‘Yuta-san. He was looking at me…’

 

Taking a deep breath, Kagome willed her nerves to disappear and slowly lowered her arms. Then she reached up and removed her hair wrapper, letting her onyx locks free. She wasn’t a shy school girl anymore, and she could go after what she wanted.

 

“Yuta.”

 

He stiffened, fighting the urge to turn around.

 

‘It’s no use when she says my name without an honorific!”

 

When he didn’t respond, Kagome gently placed her hand on his shoulder, coaxing him to turn around. Yuta relented but kept his gaze to the ground, looking at Kagome’s feet. Undeterred, Kagome grasped Yuta’s right hand and boldly placed it above her beating heart right between her breasts.

 

“Hi—Hi—!”

 

“If it’s Yuta,” Kagome began, her voice a soft whisper, “then I don’t mind.”

 

Yuta’s breath caught in his throat as he eyed the raven haired girl focusing on her lidded eyes and the heat her lithe body produced as he traveled through his palm. Slowly, he slipped his hand out of her lax hold. After he did, Kagome lowered her head and stepped away from him, fearing she had been rejected. Then, dispelling all doubts about his intentions, Yuta roughly pulled her to him, pressing his rough, moist form against hers. Kagome gasped and trembled in his hold, feeling his hot pants fan across her ears as his head nestled in the crook of her neck.

 

He spoke in a low, raspy tone. “If Kagome doesn’t mind, then I would like to.”

 

Yuta lifted his head and brought one hand to the side of Kagome’s face, pushing back a wet lock of hair. Leaning into the touch, she smiled serenely and nodded.

 

With her permission, Yuta took the plunge and pressed his lips against hers. His touch was slow and hesitant; he was treading on unknown ground.

 

Kagome smiled into the kiss but began urging Yuta to go further. Standing on the tips of her toes, Kagome pressed closer to him. As she increased the pressure, she opened her mouth and her tongue slowly stroked the crevice formed by Yuta’s lips. His mouth was pliable under her advances, and it wasn’t long before she breached the barrier, meeting his tongue on the other side.

 

The contact of tongues and lips increased in fervor of their embrace as Yuta grew bolder and more confident, matching Kagome’s pace tenfold. One of his hands was on the back of Kagome’s head, entangled in her hair as he tilted her head toward him, while the other rested just above her bottom, slowly inching southward.

 

The two broke apart when the thunder clapped and the ongoing downpour increased in strength. Kagome jumped further into Yuta’s arms, clutching his shirt in her hands.

 

Despite the interruption, Yuta was quick to make a decision.

 

“We should get out of the rain,” he suggested.

 

Kagome nodded against his chest. “Yeah.”

 

“My dorm is close. We can go there.” The enticing invitation.

 

Kagome lifted her hand, looking at Yuta through soot colored lashes. She pressed a kiss against his chin.

 

“I’d like that.” The unwavering acceptance.

 

-O0o0O-

 

The ride to Yuta’s dormitory at St. Rudolph was quiet. Yuta called Yumiko before they left and discouraged her from coming to pick them up. After that was taken care of, the two waited for the bus. When it arrived, they quickly boarded the bus and took seats toward the rear. Their disheveled appearances didn’t draw any attention from the other passengers; many of them were also caught off guard by the downpour.

 

Though they didn’t speak to each other, the touches between Kagome and Yuta were resolute. With his hand over Kagome’s shoulders, Yuta pulled her tightly to him. Her hand rested on his knee, shyly stroking his inner thigh.

 

When the bus stopped in front of St. Rudolph, the two exited the booths and entered the male dormitory. Kagome was able to sneak inside covered up with Yuta’s tennis club jacket. They quickly approached his dorm room and walked inside to prevent being distracted.

 

Yuta closed the door to his room and turned to Kagome who was standing in the middle of his room, completely draped in his jacket. He gulped, feeling a little nervous due to the pause between their prior activities but still very interested in continuing.

 

“Do you need anything?” he blurted awkwardly, “I mean, are you comfortable?”

 

Kagome giggled. “I’m fine just still a little wet from before.”

 

Yuta nodded, gaining a little confidence. “Then let me take care of you.”

 

He approached her and removed his tennis jacket from her form, letting it land around her feet. He then pulled off her top, slipping it over her head, and placed his hands on her shoulders. Kagome’s chilled skin warmed under Yuta’s touch. He leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips, trailing down her neck stopping just above her breasts.

 

“Are you cold?” Yuta asked against her skin.

 

Kagome shuddered under his attentions. “No.”

 

Yuta ran his fingers over her bra, feeling her nipples rise beneath it.

 

“Liar,” he observed and admonished her with a small bite, “I’ll warm you.”

 

Yuta slowly pushed Kagome’s bra straps over her shoulders and reached behind her back to unclasp the garment. Kagome shivered as the cool air hit her but refrained from cover herself. Instead she reached up and gripped the sleeve of Yuta’s shirt, pinching it between her thumb and pointer finger.

 

“Your clothes are wet too,” she commented, “Would you allow me to help you now?”

 

Yuta nodded and let Kagome’s lithe fingers unbutton his collar then pull his shirt over his hand. Once it was off, Yuta pulled Kagome to him, pressing his lips to hers and crushing her breasts against his chest.

 

Unlike their first kiss that began hesitant and slow as they tentatively probed uncharted territory, this meeting of lips, tongues, and teeth was heated and unrelenting. More pressure and more contact than before was needed to quell the raging internal heat.

 

Their hands were also bolder. Kagome’s freely treaded up his biceps, her nails creating scorching paths up and down his muscles. Yuta used one had to firmly grip her bottom and the other trialed up her side to cup her breast. She cried out when he squeezed it, breaking away from his kiss. Yuta continued his pursuit, testing different grips and pressures as he responded to the reactions Kagome’s body made. He lowered his head and took the hardened nipple on her other breast in his mouth. With each nibble and suck, he relished the flavor and smooth texture of Kagome’s skin.

 

“Yuta!” she cried out when he switched to the other, showing it the same attention.

 

After gently pushing Kagome onto his bed, Yuta kneeled before her and slipped off her skirt and panties. He stood for a moment to watch her for a moment, unclothed and sprawled across his mattress. A blush lit up Kagome’s face under his close scrutiny.

 

“Yuta?” she questioned.

 

“Kagome, you’re beautiful,” Yuta responded.

 

“And you’re cold,” she countered, sitting up and reaching for the top of Yuta’s shorts just above the tent formed by his erect member, “Let me finish helping you.”

 

Without waiting for an answer, she reached for his zipper and pulled, removing his shorts and boxers. When his member sprang forth, Kagome grabbed hold it and lightly squeezed, causing Yuta to hiss. She then leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the tip. As she did, her tongue snaked out of her mouth, bathing it in salvia.

 

Not too unsettled by the foreign taste, Kagome lightly ran her tongue over Yuta’s entire length, exploring him with curiosity and vigor. When she returned to the tip, Kagome placed her lips on the head before opening her mouth and taking in as much as she could, keeping her tongue on the underside of his penis. Yuta moaned and fisted his hands in Kagome’s hair but didn’t force her to move. The friction created by her slick, hot mouth was intense, building up to a pleasurable apex.

 

“Kagome! I’m going to—!”

 

Before he finished speaking, Kagome grabbed onto his hips and moved as fast as she could. Yuta grunted as he came and Kagome swallowed as much as she could. When she pulled away, Yuta was still slightly hard.

 

‘He has a lot of stamina…’

 

“Kagome,” Yuta said as he gently eased her back onto his bed.

 

When she was laying down again, his fingers found her nest of curls, rubbing her sodden center. Kagome gasped at the contact as it sent gratifying jolts through her body.

 

“You’re still cold here,” Yuta remarked, rubbing her again and increasing the pressure.

 

Yuta loved how Kagome responded, writhing over his mattress and letting out breathy sighs. He slipped one finger inside her, slowly thrusting it inside. He added another and a third as she wantonly bucked against his palm to satisfy the growing need for fulfillment. When she finally hit her peak, Kagome shuddered as she climaxed. Yuta withdrew his fingers and licked them clean. As soon as he finished, Yuta lowered his head and prepared to lap at the source of the sweet fluid.

 

“Yuta-san!” a voice called out from behind Yuta’s doorway, “Are you in there?”

 

The duo instantly stilled. The voice belonged to Kisarazu Atsushi, one of Yuta’s teammates. No doubt there were others with him.

 

“Yeah,” Yuta called out, trying to keep his voice calm, “What’s up?”

 

“We’re heading out to get some food before the rain picks up again,” he answered, “Wanna come with?”

 

“Come hang out with us, dane!” Yanagisawa added.

 

“No thanks,” Yuta replied, “I’ll meet up with you guys other time.”

 

“If you say so,” Atsushi remarked.

 

“You okay in there?” Yanagisawa asked suspiciously, “You were making some weird noises before, dane.”

 

“I’m fine,” he reaffirmed, hoping they would soon leave.

 

“Okay. See you later.”

 

Kagome waited until she heard the two boys footsteps fade away down the corridor before speaking.

 

“Yuta,” she began hesitantly, “maybe we should sto—”

 

Kagome drew in a sharp breath when Yuta licked her moist core, delving his tongue inside her. Clamping a hand to her mouth to muffle her cries, Kagome wriggled as Yuta pumped his tongue in and out of her passage. With little effort, she climaxed again and Yuta crawled up her body until he was positioned between her thighs.

 

Looking Kagome in the eyes as he gently stroked her hair, Yuga asked, “Kagome, is it okay if I put it in?”

 

“Yes,” she answered, “You can do it today.”

 

Yuta nodded and reached between the two of them to grab his erect, swollen member and positioned it against Kagome’s entrance. When he rubbed his tip against her, Kagome moaned and pushed toward him before Yuta finally pushed inside her. Tears pricked Kagome’s eyes as he broke her barrier which Yuta readily kissed away. He kept completely still inside of her as hard as it was to refrain from moving. Her heat contracted and pulsed around him, drawing him further inside.

 

After taking a deep breath, Kagome finally relaxed.

 

“Yuta, you can move now.”

 

With Kagome’s go ahead, Yuta pulled back and thrust inside her once more. Despite her efforts to keep her voice down, Kagome cried out when he began rocking to a steady rhythm, the pleasant friction sending tendrils of heat through her lower abdomen. Yuta wasted no time increasing his movements, slamming inside with vigor.

 

“Yuta!” Kagome cried and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

 

They kissed as their bodies rode closer and closer to their peaks. Both teen shook as they came, and the two fell against each other, panting heavily but completely fulfilled. Yuta lifted his head and kissed Kagome’s forehead as he withdrew from her and rolled over.

 

“It’s still raining,” Yuta mentioned, pulling Kagome tightly to him, “I think you should stay here.”

 

“Is that the only reason why you want me to stay with you?” Kagome asked with a giggle.

 

“Well,” Yuta added, burying his face in her neck, “it’ll get colder if you leave.”

 

Kagome grinned. “Then I’ll stay with you, Yuta.”

 

-O0o0O-

 

Yuta growled as he watched Fuji help Kagome with her form as they practiced side by side. When he arrived to meet Kagome for their usual practice, he spotted the two of them on the court. Wearing that same, insufferable grin, Fuji invited him over. Yuta begrudgingly did but didn’t join them.

 

Kagome sighed. “He’s being stubborn again.”

 

“I believe he needs more motivation,” Fuji stated.

 

“Motivation?” Kagome repeated curiously.

 

He smirked. “Call it an incentive if you want.”

 

Fuji dropped his racquet and stepped behind Kagome, pressing his front against her back and placing his hand over her wrist. Yuta reacted immediately and stomped over to them.

 

“What the hell are you doing?” he shouted.

 

“Weren’t you paying attention?” Fuji asked in return, “I’m helping Kagome with her form.”

 

“You don’t have to use that position to do that! And don’t address her so familiarly!”

 

Fuji grinned, pressing closer to the stiff girl. “Is that so?”

 

“Yes, it is!” Yuta countered, “From now on, I’ll be Kagome’s coach! We don’t need you to come here anymore!”

 

Kagome giggled as she stepped away from Fuji.

 

“Yuta,” she began, “you’re so gullible.”

 

He could only blink curiously in return. “Huh?”

 

Kagome threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

 

“There’s only you, Yuta,” she whispered, her mouth next to his ear.

 

Yuta grinned and held her tighter. “I know. And there’s only you.”

 

“So this makes it official, right?” Fuji remarked with a chuckle, “If you took any longer, I would have asked Kagome out myself.”

 

“Shusuke-san!”

 

“Bastard!”

 

-O0o0O-

 

punkish furball – I hope you all liked this. I’m trying to get used to writing with Prince of Tennis characters. 

 

Until next time, TCB! XD

 

(edited 04.14.2013)