Painless

Summary: Fuji is 'Pain' and Atobe is 'Agony'. Their target is Tezuka Kunimitsu. But will their love for him get in the way? Or is it love for each other?

Warnings: Shounen-ai

Pairings: Atobe/Fuji, Tezuka/Fuji, slight Yuki/Fuji, super slight Fuji/Ryoma

Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is not mine.

I really hope you guys like this story. It's my first attempt at writing a long story. Don't you hate it when you're reading a fanfiction, and when you're done with the chapter, at the end, it says, "Give me 20 reviews and I'll update," or something like that? Yeah, I do, too, because if the person doesn't get reviews, it's not your fault, but you still want to see the rest of the story, but you can't? Well, for this fanfiction, I already have the entire thing written out, and regardless of how many reviews I get, I'll update every 3 days to a week or so, you can count on that. But don't let that discourage you. Please review! And enjoy!

Prologue: Trustless

Fuji sighed and trailed his finger along the delicate contours of the wooden chair he was sitting on. His period of resting was soon over. Tonight, they were going to assign him a new project. A new assignment. They, as in, the gods.

Fuji was 'Pain'. His entire life was spent causing , you guessed it, pain. Every now and then, the gods would assign him a new project, a new target that he would have to hurt. The only reason angels like him existed was because the world needed balance, between the forces of Yang and Yin. Agents who were Yang were Happiness, Contentment, and Kindness, to name a few. But the forces of Yin, like himself, were Pain, Agony, Illness, Fatigue, and so on. He would then take human form and live the life of a normal human, only to hurt the target. Today, he would be assigned again.

But today was different. This time, for the first time ever, he would be working with a partner, 'Agony'. Fuji would be meeting him in roughly twenty minutes, and he was as nervous as hell. He got up slowly, and walked over to the closet. He frowned, and walked back to the chair, sitting down. Getting up again, he walked, this time with a slightly different step, over to the closet. Seemingly content, Fuji opened to closet door gracefully. He was a perfectionist, and even his step needed to give the other man a good first impression.

The closet was filled with elegant clothes. Not quite too elaborate, nor too plain, and most of the time, everyone was envious of his clothes, even the gods of a higher rank. Fuji flicked through every shirt, and settled on a plain blue collared one, miraculously matching his eyes exactly. For bottoms, he chose black slacks, bringing out the pale, tan color of his hair. His multiple silver bracelets clacked against each other. On a normal day, they felt light, gave him energy. But not today. Today, they felt like lead weights against his wrist.

Fuji glanced wearily at the clock. He had two minutes. He hadn't known that he had spent so much time philosophizing. He jumped up and hastily dusted himself off. He sauntered out of the room, and met his escort. He followed the other man into the main lobby of his beautiful house. They stopped and waited. It was probably only a couple minutes, but it seemed like hours.

Finally, when Fuji felt like he would explode with anticipation, the front door edged open. Unwillingly, Fuji's eyes widened at the sight before him. There was a young man, not much older than himself, by the door. Alone. He had silky grey hair that stuck fashionably out to the sides slightly. The jacket he wore was loose and white, and it seemed to float around his body perfectly.

"Welcome to the Fuji home, Atobe Keigo, please let yourself in," the escort said politely. Fuji continued to stare at the beauty who called himself Atobe, only to be stared right back at.

"Hello, Atobe, it's a pleasure to meet you," Fuji managed to say. But, unfortunately, Atobe went right in for the kill. He strode over to Fuji and leaned in so that Fuji could feel his breath against his neck.

"Same to you," he whispered seductively. Fuji shivered. Atobe nibbled at Fuji's neck slightly.

"A-Atobe…" Fuji moaned.

"Keigo will be fine." He suddenly pressed his lips against the smaller boy's. Fuji felt that electric feeling flow throughout his entire body. It obviously wasn't the first kiss he had received in his lifetime, but none of them had ever felt this deep. Fuji melted into the kiss and began kissing the other man back, only to feel him pull away at the next moment. "Well, are we going or not?" Atobe asked the escort as if nothing had happened.

"Y-yes," he replied, nodding quickly. "Atobe, meet Fuji Syusuke. Real name: Pain; Code name: 7246. Fuji, meet Atobe Keigo. Real name: Agony; Code name: 24669. This is our first time trying a partnership project, and we hope our two best agents will perform this adequately, if not better."

Fuji stepped forward. "If you would be so inclined to tell, who is our target?" he asked politely.

"Ah, right," the escort said. "Your target this time will be…Tezuka Kunimitsu. Real name: None, Code name: None. He is a normal human, like usual, wears glasses, has dark brown hair, and lives in Japan. His blood type is O, and his birthday is October 7. His dominant hand is his left, and he enjoys mountain climbing, camping , fishing, and hiking. He also is very passionate in the sport of tennis. That is all the information we currently have on file for him."

"Thank you," Atobe and Fuji said, as was done routinely.

"Good luck," the escort said, and led them to the stairway between the heavens and Earth.

Another agent/angel, Illness, was watching all of this. He had seen the display of affection between Fuji and Atobe. He frowned down at the sight, remembering the head master telling them that they could not love. Rather than reporting them to him, as would be the moral thing to do, the god empathized with them, remembering his own last project.

He called for another agent, a close friend of his, Jiroh Akutagawa. "Jiroh," he said when the boy entered the room. "I have a new project for you."

The boy went from a state of nearly sleeping on his feet to a somewhat excited person. "This is totally uncalled for!"

"Yes, but this is also urgent," he said. "See those two?" He motioned toward the window, where Fuji and Atobe were walking. "I need you to check on them ever so often, and make sure they perform their operation with efficiency and effectiveness."

Jiroh bounced over two the window. "Why? Those two are our best agents!"

"I just need you to do this. I just have that type of feeling," he said. "One more thing: make sure that NEITHER of them find out that you are 'stalking' them."

Jiroh nodded eagerly and skipped to the door. "Wish me luck!" In a moment, the agent could see his friend (Real name: Fatigue, Code name: 3284483), hopping across the front lawn. The god smiled and figured he himself should check up on the boys now and then. He then sat back on his recliner and flipped his wavy, blue hair. This would be very entertaining.

So, how did you like it so far? Reviews are appreciated. Thank you!

Next Chapter: Fuji seperates from Atobe and meets Tezuka for the first time! How will things go? You'll have to wait to find out!