Just thought I'd whip this up. Contains YAOI. There will be more chapters, but this fucking took me forever. Enjoy, and if you have some sort of rude/snide comment about this story, please leave it in the review section. You'll be in for a surprise before you know it.

"Abe!" the small cleanup hitter exclaimed as he jumped onto the starting catcher's back.

Abe nearly fell over at the sudden extra weight that fell on his spine and arms wrapped around his shoulders. Abe wheezed. "Tajima, what the hell are you doing, dumbass! Get off of me!"

Tajima just shaped his mouth into his signature grin. "Uh-uh-uh, not yet, Abe. Answer a question of mine, and I'll probably get off of you!" Tajima snickered.

Abe craned his head to his right to try and make eye contact the best he could with the team's MVP. "Oh? What's that?" Tajima stuck his neck out like a giraffe so his head was adjacent to Abe's.

Tajima was grinning so much his eyes were closed, making Abe sigh. "So, Abe Takaya, would you like to come to my birthday party next Friday? It's at 3 o'clock and goes until the next morning!"

Abe thought for a second as he quickly made a bouncing motion, adjusting Tajima from slowly sliding down his back. Abe smiled. There hadn't been many social events that the team organized, and Abe's dad had his mind dead set on the fact that Abe "didn't have any friends".

"Sure, I'll probably go. Who all's going?" Abe curiously asked. Please don't say I was the last one to be asked…

Tajima thought for a quick second. "Well," he began, "I'm inviting the whole team. So far, everyone but Suyama has said yes, but I still need to ask Mihashi and Oki. Hey!" Tajima bolted up his posture while still cradling his arms around Abe's neck. "Gimme a ride over to Mihashi, 'kay?"

Abe instantly tried to shake off the smaller teen, but he kept a firm hold. "Get off me, jackass! That wasn't part of the deal, and there's no way in hell I'm giving you a piggyback ride during practice!"

"Lighten up, Abe! Giddy up!" Tajima cheered as he brought his right arm up and reached down and smacked Abe's buttock.

Mizutani and Hanai observed the whole conversation from the dugout, watching as Abe frantically tried to run and shake Tajima off. Mizutani was on the dugout floor laughing his ass off while Hanai just brought the center of his palms to his forehead.


The day of the party had arrived. Tajima had been frantically cleaning his rather large house to prepare for the company of nine teenage boys.

"Alright, Tajima." His mother had told him. "You kids have fun while the rest of the family leaves for the night."

"And don't do anything too crazy," his father added.

It was actually a tradition going back a long time, actually. Whenever a male member of the Tajima household grew another year in age, all the residents would leave so he may celebrate his day of birth with no restrictions. It was frowned upon, however, to impregnate a female, especially at a young age, but his family was less worried about that considering that fact that there would be no girls at the party anyways.

Brrriiiiiiinngggggg.

Tajima finished adjusting a cushion on one of the couches and strolled over to the front door.

As he opened it, he was met with the smiling faces of Izumi, Mizutani, and Sakaeguchi. The next two people to show up were Oki and Hanai. Nishihiro arrived next and shortly after Mihashi showed up at his front door.

Tajima took a head count and said to himself, "Ok, only Abe's missing." A guttural roar from the den nearly made Mihashi out of his skin.

"THAT'S COMPLETE BULLSHIT AND YOU KNOW IT, IZUMI!"

Tajima placed his hand on Mihashi's shoulder in comfort. "Don't worry, Mihashi. Come on in, and let's see what's up."

Mihashi removed his shoes and timidly made his way to the den alongside Tajima.

"What's wrong, guy?" Tajima inquired as he turned the corner into the family den. There he saw a red-faced Hanai stance himself facing the television as if he were about to wrestle it, a Wii remote in his right hand. Izumi just stood by scratching the back of his head, chuckling, and a Wii mote in his left hand.

Hanai snapped his head over in Tajima's direction, causing Mihashi to flinch and cower behind the small cleanup hitter.

"Wii Baseball is a real load of ass, Tajima." Hanai panted.

Tajima sighed. "Well, duh. That's why you play Power Pro. I just got it today y'know."

Instantly, the eight boys began to play Power Pro for a good four hours until a long awaited ring from the doorbell finally pulled the boys away from the screen.

"Abe!" Tajima's voice was heard from down the hall.

Mihashi's eyes instantly became pure white and his traditional "diamond-mouth" became apparent. Oh no! Abe's here and he's going to yell at me! I forgot to weigh myself this morning and I didn't respond to his texts and I pitched like crap the other day and I didn't tell him my shoulder was sore and I-

"So why are you so late, Abe? The party started like 4 hours ago!" Tajima said as he came into the room with Abe.

"I texted Mihashi. Didn't he tell you guys?" Abe explained confusedly, now looking at Mihashi.

The light-brown headed boy squealed and looked back in forth in panic, trying to find some sort of an escape route, and then fell to his knees.

Abe shot his signature frustrated glare at the living panic-attack and rushed over to push his knuckles into Mihashi's temples.

"WHY DON'T YOU EVER REPLY TO MY TEXTS? Even reading them would be a miracle!" Abe roared in the whimpering figure's face.

"I-I-I'm s-s-so s-so sor-so-so-sorry Ab-b-be…I was af-af-afraid you'd be m-m-mad at m-me for-" Mihashi stuttered, avoiding eye contact.

"I AM MAD AT YOU, IDOIT! I could've sent you a text saying I was in a car crash and my parents died, and you wouldn't know because you're too afraid to just talk to me!"

Mihashi just looked at the floor as he began to weep. Abe instantly removed his grip from Mihashi's head and scratched the back of his neck.

Every time I see him or talk to him he always ends up like this...Abe thought as he was at a loss for words.

"Hey," Sakaeguchi said softly as he walked over to Mihashi and knelt next to him. "Abe's right, y'know. He could've been in a serious accident and we would have never need to start communicating with Abe, not to mention the rest of the team, better. And as for you," Sakaeguchi stood up, facing Abe. "You need pull back just a little bit on the shouting and whatnot." He looked around. "Everyone got that?"

By now a circle had formed around Abe and Mihashi, all of them standing there, not knowing what to do. At Sakaeguchi's comment they all snapped themselves out of their individual thoughts. "Got it! Everyone agreed in unison.

"C'mon guys! Let's eat!" Tajima exclaimed, obviously trying to break up the tension.

"Damn," Izumi whispered to Mizutani as the group followed Tajima to the kitchen. "The guy's got a point but I think he was a little harsh to Mihashi back there."

Mizutani nodded. "No kidding. He like, almost gave Mihashi a seizure!"

Abe crouched down in front of Mihashi, and took hold of the sniffling pitcher's hand. It's cold and clammy, as usual. Abe thought. "Listen…Ren…" He was climbing out onto a limb calling Mihashi by his first name, but Abe wanted to make it clear he actually liked Mihashi, and didn't really hate him for anything. "I'm sorry for screaming at you…and you aren't an idiot. I didn't mean to hurt you…"

Mihashi slowly tilted his gaze up to meet the beautiful gray pair of eyes he'd become so familiar with.

Abe…is apologizing…and he called me by first name! He must not…hate me…at all!

Mihashi wiped his eyes. "I-it's okay, it's also p-p-partly my fault…"

"Dude, your hand is starting to warm up! That's a good sign." Abe commented.

"It's all thanks to you, Takaya!" Mihashi exclaimed, then suddenly looked away, wondering if he crossed the line by calling Abe by his first name.

For perhaps the second time ever, Abe gave Mihashi a light smile as the smaller boy's hand began to warm back up.

Everyone in the kitchen, whom had already sat down at the dinner table, was shocked at both Abe's and Mihashi's smiles, while Abe and Mihashi gazed astonished at the mass amounts of food, beverages, and snacks there were on the tables.

As Abe and Mihashi took their seats, Tajima was first to voice everyone's thoughts. "It's about damn time you lovebirds got here! We're starving our asses off! Let's eat!"

"THANKS FOR THE FOOD!" The nine boys cheered as they had already begun to serve themselves.


By the time they had finished eating, almost everyone on the team had noticed that Tajima was in a more hyper, peppier, and possibly more anxious mood.

It wasn't until he requested they all do some Karaoke that the team confirmed Tajima had lost his marbles.

"C'mon, you guys! Let's have some fun!" Tajima announced. What could the team do? It was his birthday, after all, and who could say no to a Tajima smile?

So, it was decided. Each member got a turn to sing any song they wanted on the Tajima karaoke machine. Izumi sang "Lego House" by Ed Sheeran, Mizutani, Nishihiro, and Oki sang "Barbie Girl", and if that wasn't bad enough, Tajima had convinced Mihashi and Hanai to sing "Friday" by Rebecca Black. All hell broke loose.

Sakaeguchi managed to break up the monotony by singing "Dramatic" by Baseball Bear.

"That only leaves…" Tajima thought out loud as he scanned the room, searching for the final victim of the karaoke embarrassment.

"Abe." Tajima grinned.

Abe's head snapped up at the mere mention of his name; he never wanted to be a part of the karaoke hell, so he had kept a low profile for a good hour. Looks like all hopes of mine are shattered. Abe thought.

"No, I'm not going to sing," Abe clarified to the room.

Tajima gave him a look of haughty derision and rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Abe. If you don't sing then we're gonna play Strip Poker!"

Everyone in the room had now put on a mask of horror. When Tajima said something like that, he normally meant it.

Abe groaned. "Give me the damn the mic…" he mumbled.

Tajima smiled. "All right! What are you gonna sing for us tonight, Abe?"

Abe just looked through the song list as the entire team just fell silent. The starting catcher, also the biggest hardass on the team, was going to sing karaoke. This would be great.

Abe had picked the song "Dragon Soul" by Takayoshi Tanimoto, and the intro soon began to play. But when Abe opened his mouth to sing, the sound of his voice was so…amazing. Everyone in the room began cheering for him, and not long after, the song was finished. There were many questions to be asked.

"Abe," Hanai began. "Where did you learn to sing like that?" Everyone else clucked in agreement.

Abe just shrugged. "Well, when my brother Shun was born, my mother would always get me to sing lullabies with her when he was a baby." Abe explained. "Soon, it was my responsibility to sing him to sleep when he would wake up crying, or when he was 5 years old, when he would have nightmares. I guess my vocal chords just developed perfectly."

"I had n-no idea you c-c-could sing that well, A-Abe." Mihashi stuttered.

"Yeah!" added Mizutani. "That was awesome!"

"Your brother was lucky to have you sing to him," Izumi remarked. "You have a kick-ass voice."

By now, Abe had begun to turn a light shade of red, clearly uncomfortable with all the praise he was receiving.

Tajima yawned. "Well," he chirped. "Time for bed! C'mon, let's set up the futons in my room upstairs!"

Everyone was now put into a good humor as they grabbed some soda and snacks from the kitchen and made their way upstairs to Tajima's room.

There was hardly enough room to fit all the mattresses onto the floor. Once all of the futons were adjacent to each other, the Nishiura nine formed a circle by default. Only one thing could come from this.

"Hey Izumi, truth or dare!" Tajima exclaimed.

"Tajima, are you serious? That game is for little kids." The freckled brunette sighed.

Tajima's face darkened slightly as his grin of happiness changed to a grin of mischief. The pitch of his voice sounded slightly deeper as he said "Then let's make the game of Truth or Dare for adults!"

Everyone in the room gulped. Whenever Tajima says anything along those lines, the best thing to do is cut and run.

But no one wanted to do that on his birthday. So they all just decided to go along with whatever Tajima had in mind.

"Well…what do you want to do…?" Nishihiro asked cautiously.

Tajima looked down at the ground. "Um, well, how about if we don't answer a truth or do a dare…" he mumbled.

Oki leaned in near Tajima to try and hear what he was saying. The cleanup hitter was now speaking in a Mihashi-level tone.

Suddenly, Tajima snapped his head up, bringing his hands up in the air, accidentally smacking Oki in the face. "We remove a piece of our clothing as a punishment!" Tajima squealed.

Unsurprisingly, everyone in the room frowned, except for Oki who had pulled himself up from the ground.

"What the hell, man! That really hurt!" Oki shouted, which was really out of character for him.

Tajima looked over to him. "Eh? Well, I'm sorry about that, bud, but the pain should be going away by now." Oki just grumbled something and sat down.

The boys followed Oki's lead, each of them taking a seat, forming a circle on the huge mattress of combined futons.

"So…who's first to ask?" Mizutani asked.

"It only makes sense that the birthday boy gets to ask first," Sakaeguchi pointed out, even though he didn't like the idea of Tajima asking truths or giving dares very much.

"Cool! Let's see…" Tajima observed the circle of boys he was sitting with. He smiled. "Hanai." A huge breath of relief was felt throughout the room.

Shit…Hanai thought to himself.

"Truth or dare?"

"Uh, truth I guess." Hanai answered as he started to sip his can of orange soda. It wouldn't have been much better if I had picked dare anyway…

Without missing a beat Tajima asked the team captain "Would you rather have some nasty-ass sex with me, or have Momoe vigorously rub sandpaper on your dick?"

Immediately, Hanai sprayed the soda that was in his mouth across the circle, getting it into poor Oki's face.

"Are you kidding me?" Oki raged as he stormed out of the room to clean his face.

Everyone gave Hanai a look of utmost curiosity. Almost everyone on the team thought that Momoe was kind of hot in their own sense, but the thought of her rubbing sandpaper mercilessly…Izumi had to grab his crotch. Just the thought was painful.

Would I rather do it hard with…Tajima, or have my genitalia mutilated by coach…I mean that lady could make orange juice just by squeezing the fruit! Hanai pondered, a pounding becoming more and more apparent in his chest and stomach. Why am I nervous? Because I'd rather...well it couldn't possibly be that bad…with Tajima…why did he have to put himself on the line like that anyway!

Hanai groaned. It wasn't like Tajima knew he liked him or anything…that bastard. He took a deep breath.

"I'm going to have to say I'd rather do it with Tajima than have my dick turned into Spaghetti-O's…" Hanai breathed.

There were murmurs of agreement from some, disagreements from some others.

"Ah, well, I'm glad you think that way, Azusa." Tajima smiled and winked. "Hanai, it's your turn to ask someone."

Hanai felt his face burning at the mention of his first name. Tajima gazed at the captain curiously.

"What's wrong? Are first names still not appropriate? We should all be calling each other by our first names by now..." Tajima sighed. "Whatever."

"Y'know," Nishihiro cut in. "Tajim- I mean Yuuichirou is right, you guys. We've known each other for a while and yet I feel that we're all strangers in some way."

Murmurs of agreement followed Nishihiro's proposition.

"That's the spirit!" Tajima laughed. "Azusa, your turn to ask!"

Hanai looked around, and decided he'd pick "Mizutani," he stated.

Mizutani gulped. "Dare," he said half-heartedly. It's only Hanai, what's the worst that could happen?

Hanai grinned. "I dare you to give a strip tease to Izumi."

Mizutani squeaked. That definitely was not a Hanai thing to say. He looked over at Izumi who was frowning, and whose eyes just gave him a look of "I-don't-care-what-you-do-but-please-make-the-right-choice".

The strawberry-blonde teen just decided to take off his shirt and be done with it. He wasn't doing the dare, so he took the option of just removing a piece of clothing.

Smart move…even though I would have kind of enjoyed it…Izumi thought in the back of his head. If anyone knew he wanted Mizutani to strip for him, well, it wouldn't have been pretty.

"Hey, you guys" Abe interrupted. "I'm going to go downstairs to get something to drink. I'll be right back." Abe pulled himself up and started heading for the bedroom door.

"Oh, Abe wait! I'm kind of thirsty, I'll go with you!" Tajima got up and bounced his way over his teammates to Abe who was waiting for him.


Once they were headed down the stairs and out of earshot, Tajima decided to go out on a limb and get Abe talking about more "personal" things.

"Hey Takaya, can we talk for a moment?" Tajima asked as they walked into the kitchen together.

Abe gave Tajima a funny look. "Sure, what do you want to talk about?" Abe said as he opened a bottle of apple soda and took a sip.

Tajima took a deep breath. "Is kissing Mihashi as good as I think it is?"


I hope you enjoyed, even though some spots made little sense to me...oh, and if you want to hear "Abe" singing, just go on YouTube and look up: Dragon Soul Greg Ayres.