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Slowly the numbers dwindle until just Atobe, Tezuka, and Shiraishi are left. Mizuki had left an hour before, bankrupt and Shiraishi unwilling to give him a bank loan. Yukimura got bored towards the beginning, bolting after only thirty minutes.
"Clearly, neither of them could hack it," Atobe says, rolling the dice and moving his sack of money the required number of spots. He lands on one of his own properties and frowns. "I wish to purchase another hotel."
Tezuka shakes his head. "You are at your maximum number of hotels, Atobe," he says.
"Preposterous. If it is built right, a patch of land could have any number of hotels on it."
"The rules state a maximum of four," Shiraishi says, reading the piece of paper. "You can't add houses either."
Atobe crosses his arms. "Well, this is just ridiculous. I cannot play like this." He gets up and storms out, closing the door loudly behind him.
"That was predictable," Tezuka says, gathering up Atobe's properties and money before handing them over to Shiraishi.
The Shitenhouji buchou smirks. "It's just us," he says, sorting the money into the proper slots and clearing the board of all of Atobe's property.
"So it is." Tezuka rolls the dice, moving the ship seven spots. "Community Chest... aa, a get out of jail free card."
"Not that you need it. You have the uncanny ability to miss having to go."
Tezuka shrugs and passes the dice over. Their fingers brush as Shiraishi takes the pieces.
"You know, we could make it more interesting. Perhaps instead of exchanging money, strip off a piece of clothing."
"I don't think that's wise." Tezuka looks him up and down. "Given if you land on just one of my properties, you'll be naked."
"Untrue, I have my bandages as well. At least three times. You have," Shiraishi pauses as he counts. "Three as well."
"Four if you count my glasses."
"We're in agreement then. Strip Monopoly it is."
Tezuka nods as Shiraishi rolls. He lands on one of Atobe's old spots, but chooses not to buy it. This goes on for a few turns, neither of them having to strip.
"I get to choose what article to take off, correct?" Tezuka asks, landing on Marvin Gardens.
"Of course."
"Aa." Tezuka unbuttons his pajama top and discards it next to the banker's money piles. "Your turn."
Shiraishi stares unabashedly until Tezuka clears his throat. "Right." His roll of the dice lands him on Boardwalk, owned, rather surprisingly, by Tezuka.
"It's double rent since I also have Park Place," the Seigaku buchou says.
"Does that mean I lose two articles of clothing?"
"It only seems fair, don't you think?"
"Whatever you say." Shiraishi unwraps his arm and takes off the gauntlet, adding it to the pile started by Tezuka. "One more time and you've won."
"I won't be that lucky," Tezuka says, moving his ship as few spots to North Carolina Avenue and stripping out of his pajama bottoms. To demonstrate the point, Shiraishi's next few rolls leave him only one spot away from being nude.
"Well, naked or blind?" the Shitenhouji buchou asks when Tezuka lands on St. James Place.
It is a question Tezuka hadn't exactly thought of until then, but the choice is simple. He slides off his boxer briefs and puts them next to him, not wanting to soil the other pile of clothing.
"I don't exactly feel like making out with the board to see it," Tezuka says by explanation.
"And I'm not going to complain," Shiraishi says, his eyes traveling south. His smirk widens as he shakes the pair of dice in his hand and sends them across the board. "You know, it would be terrible if someone happened to walk in right now."
"Murphy's law. Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. I'd rather you not jinx the situation, Shiraishi."
"Five hundred yen it's Kin-chan."
"I have already bet my dignity on this game. I am not also offering up money."
Shiraishi counts the moves in his head. "It's my loss," he says, moving his racecar to Tezuka's railroad property then hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his Speedo. Rolling onto his back, he slips the black cloth down until it's held in the air on one finger. "Aah, ecstasy~"
This time, Tezuka can't help but stare. It isn't that he isn't used to it, being in the club house with the members of his team, but he's not exactly conditioned to others. He swallows nervously, suddenly thankful to still have his glasses on. Shiraishi leans over the board.
"Do you like what you see, Kunimitsu?"
"Aa."
Shiraishi smiles, pushing the board out of the way. He crosses the gap between them and kisses Tezuka full on the lips. "It was probably unfair," he whispers, "but I still enjoyed the outcome."
Tezuka finds that his voice has left him, so he just nods and goes in for another kiss.