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Sep. 16th, 2007 12:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaEmotion blinds even the best.
Yanagi knew that he could be blinded by emotion as easily as anyone else. His match with Sadaharu when they were 14 had proven that well enough. Still, as much as one could be blinded by emotion, one could also put on blinders and ignore it.
Over the years Yanagi had gotten very good at putting on blinders.
Yanagi had buried himself in school, tennis was too emotional, too demanding, and Yanagi was too in love with it. Tennis would eat Yanagi's life up until Yanagi was a tennis-breathing automaton, and Yanagi knew he would let it, embrace it even, he would allow himself to become a string of words in a stream of data. Tennis also contained Yukimura, and Sanada, two people who were so in love with tennis that tennis had no choice but to love them back.
It was impossible to be in love with your two best friends.
So suddenly, they weren't. Yanagi made sure his schedule was stuffed full. School, cram school, studying, mock exams, tutoring, meeting with teachers, time to eat, time to sleep, and more school. Yukimura noticed, he wasn't stupid, and his blinders were not quite so opaque as Sanada's. Still, Yukimura's life consisted of tennis, school, Sanada, and his family. Yanagi had found it easy to slip out of such an unorganized life. Yukimura did have the advantage though, he had Sanada, and two against one was never fair.
Deep down Yanagi had known they would come for him. But he had been steadfastly ignoring his data because his data was (almost) always right.
Sanada's fingers were thick and should have been clumsy, but they undid Yanagi's tie faster then Yanagi had never been able to be done, and they easily opened up Yanagi's shirt. "Renji." Yanagi turned, Yukimura was there, sillhouted by the fading afternoon sunlight, shown off in a way he never attempted but always managed. "Renji did you think I wouldn't know?"
Yanagi would have answered, should have answered, but Sanada was pressing him tightly against the teachers desk, his strong hot body attempting to merge with Yanagi's own, that thinking was becoming impossible. All Yanagi could do is gasp.
Yukimura smiled, a thin sickle of amusement, and climbed onto the desk behind Yanagi. Yanagi felt the sides of Yukimura's thighs rest on his hips, and Yukimura's lips tickled the back of Yanagi's ear when he spoke. "If you knew it would come to this it was silly of you to wait."
Yanagi knew that he could be blinded by emotion as easily as anyone else. His match with Sadaharu when they were 14 had proven that well enough. Still, as much as one could be blinded by emotion, one could also put on blinders and ignore it.
Over the years Yanagi had gotten very good at putting on blinders.
Yanagi had buried himself in school, tennis was too emotional, too demanding, and Yanagi was too in love with it. Tennis would eat Yanagi's life up until Yanagi was a tennis-breathing automaton, and Yanagi knew he would let it, embrace it even, he would allow himself to become a string of words in a stream of data. Tennis also contained Yukimura, and Sanada, two people who were so in love with tennis that tennis had no choice but to love them back.
It was impossible to be in love with your two best friends.
So suddenly, they weren't. Yanagi made sure his schedule was stuffed full. School, cram school, studying, mock exams, tutoring, meeting with teachers, time to eat, time to sleep, and more school. Yukimura noticed, he wasn't stupid, and his blinders were not quite so opaque as Sanada's. Still, Yukimura's life consisted of tennis, school, Sanada, and his family. Yanagi had found it easy to slip out of such an unorganized life. Yukimura did have the advantage though, he had Sanada, and two against one was never fair.
Deep down Yanagi had known they would come for him. But he had been steadfastly ignoring his data because his data was (almost) always right.
Sanada's fingers were thick and should have been clumsy, but they undid Yanagi's tie faster then Yanagi had never been able to be done, and they easily opened up Yanagi's shirt. "Renji." Yanagi turned, Yukimura was there, sillhouted by the fading afternoon sunlight, shown off in a way he never attempted but always managed. "Renji did you think I wouldn't know?"
Yanagi would have answered, should have answered, but Sanada was pressing him tightly against the teachers desk, his strong hot body attempting to merge with Yanagi's own, that thinking was becoming impossible. All Yanagi could do is gasp.
Yukimura smiled, a thin sickle of amusement, and climbed onto the desk behind Yanagi. Yanagi felt the sides of Yukimura's thighs rest on his hips, and Yukimura's lips tickled the back of Yanagi's ear when he spoke. "If you knew it would come to this it was silly of you to wait."
