Colors.
Rating: T...for now.
Disclaimer: I don't own POT or any of its characters.
A/N: Well lets see. A few things must be said before I get to anything. I am back! After almost a year of taking a break from the fanfiction world, I decided to return. So what does this mean. Well, if I still have readers *cries* I will continue to update my stories starting this week, weekly as I did before. I feel bad for just leaving things as they were. So...LOF and QFL will continue to have weekly updates. My other stories are on hold for now. Sorry. Want to focus on this new fic and my other two stories.

Anyway, started a new multi-chapter fic the other day. This is kind of a oneshot collection, but not really. All chapters are related, in the same time line, with the same characters. I say oneshot, since there are time skips. So yeah...Might be terrible since I haven't written in months, but hopefully it isn't so bad. (One can only hope!) And here we go! Reviews are loved!

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Yellow.

On the offside of the tennis courts, Fuji Syuuske sat alone on a bench with a smile on his face.

He didn't want to go to school. Unlike other twelve year olds who liked going to school and have fun with their friends, Fuji would have rather spend the day doting- at least his definition of the term- on his younger brother, Yuuta. His family had just moved to Tokyo last week due to his father's transfer and he was already well-known in his new school.

He didn't like it.

His classmates made it all too clear that they wanted to befriend him; asking him to join them for snack time and a friendly game of ball many times, but he had decided against it. All the girls in his class would only pester him if he even dared to show any signs of sociability. Instead Fuji had his head set on not interacting with any classmates and make it through the rest of his three years at his new school as another 'ordinary' student.

'Less troublesome,' he thought.

Smile in place, Fuji gazed at the view before him: second and third year tennis club members were playing with each other, and soon he too would be able to play inside the courts, but he would have to wait; first years had yet to receive permission to touch a racket, let alone play on the courts.

Fuji shifted in his seat and noticed a fellow classmate seated on the other side of the courts by a shaded tree. Glancing over he caught sight of a bespectacled boy reading a magazine. He couldn't recall the other boy's name. Sure they were in the same class, but he never bothered to learn his classmates names. But he knew one thing: He was different, or at least he felt he was. The aura around him felt unapproachable, but that only proved to intrigue Fuji even more. Not hesitating for another second he decided to walk over to the other boy.

"Monthly Tennis, " he mumbled, unknowingly. The other boy looked up from his reading and stared at Fuji. Fuji felt his cheeks warm up, he didn't want to seem noisy, he was just interested...that's all. Rising to his feet he walked over to the other boy.

"Hello, I'm Fuji Syuuske," he said with a bright smile.

"Tezuka Kunimitsu," the other boy replied, and went back to his reading.

Fuji gazed at the other boy. 'Tezuka Kunitmisu', that was all he said, and all he was planning on saying. The brown haired boy was slightly disappointed, he didn't want to end the conversation just there. He couldn't explain why, but he knew Tezuka was interesting. Prying for more he continued:

"You like Tennis, Tezuka-kun?"

"Hai."

Fuji noticed the change in the other boy's eyes. They seemed to sparkle at the mention of tennis.

"Do you play?" he asked.

Tezuka nodded in response.

" I play too. Maybe we can play together sometime?" He didn't know why he shad aid what he did, but if he hadn't there would probably be no other chance to talk to Tezuka again.

"Aah, maybe."

There it was. The sparkle in Tezuka's eyes. His hazel eyes were almost entrancing. Just when he was going to ask Tezuka another question, he heard the school bell ring. Slightly dejected he called for Tezuka. Walking side by side, both boys walked across the courts and although the distance between the two was no more than two feet, Fuji couldn't help but feel that there was more.

Paying no mind to what was in front of him the brown haired boy tripped over a rolling, yellow tennis ball. Losing his balance Fuji fell forwards with a loud thump.

"Tche." He silently mumbled. 'Of all the times to be daydreaming...'

Trying to rise to his feet, Fuji felt a wince of pain on his right cheek. Embarrassed, that he was.

Gazing up he noticed a helping hand, Tezuka's hand. Grabbing hold, Tezuka helped the younger boy to his feet.

"Thank you, Tezuka-kun." He uttered with a half smile.

"Aah. Here." Reaching into his pocket, the bespectacled boy handed Fuji a pale, yellow handkerchief.

Surprised, Fuji only stared at Tezuka. He wasn't sure if he should accept the handkerchief, he had noticed that the other boy's initials were engraved on it. Suddenly, Tezuka inched closer to Fuji and gently rubbed the piece of cloth across Fuji's scraped cheek. Feeling the warmth from Tezuka's hand, Fuji felt his cheeks burn a little, and not just from the fall.

"Lets go."

'Go where?', he thought, and suddenly remembered that the bell had just rung minutes ago. He didn't realize when Tezuka's hand was no longer on his face, but he could still feel the warmth, and Tezuka's handkerchief felt so soft against his ski-

"Oh, the handkerchief! Tezuka-kun...here, thank you," he said smiling.

"Keep it." That was all the bespectacled boy said as he continued walking towards the school entrance.

Fuji didn't object. He didn't want to. He held on tightly to the handkerchief and with great care placed it inside his pocket.

Beaming ever so happily, he caught up to Tezuka and both walked side by side again. He felt the distance between the two growing smaller.

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Preview: Coming Soon...

Eiji held his breath; he was surprised for the second time that morning.

"Do you like Tezuka?"

"If you asked me if I like him or hate him, I'd say I like him..." he paused, unconsciously biting on the pencil's eraser. "But you are asking me is if I have romantic feelings towards Tezuka, aren't you?"

"Yeah..." the redhead muttered.

"I'm not even sure of the answer to that. Or maybe..."

Right now all he really wanted to do was avoid the issue entirely.

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So yes, this is a oneshot related fics. Oneshots (all related- same timeline) because they follow are lovely pair through their early teens until they are grown men. ^_^