Heh another story :))

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A/N: Pot's not mine.

bad grammars and a lot of errors

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Finally, we know

1

Tennis stadium was surrounded by the loud cheers as the spectators altogether witnessed the fierce match in front of their very own eyes. Who would have thought that the middle schoolers nowadays could hold such a power and could be so talented. Their eyes followed unblinkingly as the two skillful players, one's in blue uniform and another was in yellow's and wearing a cap, were rallying with dead and determined look set on both of their mutual faces. It was only the first match of the finals that took their breath away. They couldn't imagine what would be up next, seeing the monsters disguised in the form of tennis players like that.

People all around the court gaped when the boy with spectacles suddenly fell on his knees, he clutched his left arm tightly as if he was in pain. The pure white racket was abandoned by his side as the yellow ball rolling near his feet, announcing silently that the brutal match has reached its end.

And the cheers began once more.

"It was a good match." Amongst those loud cheers that nearly caused his ears deaf, a casual tone mixed with exhaustion from a long match caught his attention. He looked up and forced himself to get on his feet.

Unsteady, he grasped his hand with Sanada's. The boy was covered with sweat and his knees were red from using those special moves against him. Tezuka gave the other boy a curt nod.

"Ahh." He replied shortly. "It was."

"And that was only making us draw 1-1." Sanada added seriously. His eyes not left Tezuka. "Let's settle this down next time."

"Ahh."

Sanada gave him one last nod and went back to his team where Yukimura and the others from Rikkaidai waiting for celebrating their first win. Tezuka knelt down to pick up his racket that his legs started wobbling. He gritted his teeth. The match devoured so much of his energy that he could only walk slowly to where his teammates were. Afraid that if he paced too fast, his body would fell down right then and there.

And he wouldn't let that happen. Not in front of his friends and his kouhais.

Tezuka was surprised when he felt something warm wrapped around his back and someone's hand supported his weight by placing it softly on his shoulder.

Fuji gently put Tezuka's left arm on his shoulder as he started to walk slowly toward their way.

"Don't say anything." Fuji warned. His eyes was still closed but for one, Tezuka could sense the cold glare pierce pointedly at him. And so, he kept his mouth shut, not that he wanted to say anything in the first place though.

Sitting on a bench with little difficulty, Ryuzaki touched the boy's left arm, carefully rubbing the red spot. She sighed.

"You didn't learn at all, did you?" She got up from her feet and crossed her arm around her chest. "What if you can't play again? Your left arm has just been healed and you went on forcing to its limit like that." She shook her head in disbelief. "The match with Atobe that time didn't teach you at all?"

Silence answered her question, she looked down to see the determined look shown quietly on those amber eyes yet, she sighed again.

What an obstinate boy. She mused irretatedly. Turning her head to the smaller boy who had been silent all the time standing next to the bench, she called out,

"Fuji" the said boy shot his head up. "Take him to the infirmary and make sure to come back before your match."

"Hai."

"Oishi will take care of the rest so don't worry about trivial things." Fuji said as he assisted the other boy to sit on the bed. Looking around, he frowned slightly. Where is a doctor when you need him?

"I don't."

"Good then." Fuji sat on the nearby stool as he held out a pack of ice he had found in the cabinet. He pressed it softly against the red mark that expanded ungratefully over the captain's arm. "Is it too cold?"

"No."

"Is it hurt?"

"A little."

"I see."

"Fuji." The boy looked up, his hand was still pressing the pack of ice firmly and carefully.

"If you have something to tell me, tell me."

"I don't." The genius replied quietly. He pulled the cold object out and dried the injured arm with clean towel. His eyes missed the stern look Tezuka shot him.

"You did it for the team, I understand that perfectly." Fuji said, still not looking up. " As a captain, you have to lead the team to victory and be a model of the man they would look up to." He rolled out the bandage and wrapped it neatly around the red arm. "I won't blame you for overdoing your arm. But..." He trailed off.

Tezuka looked at the mobs of light brown hair as he felt the other's voice shaking a little.

"Can't you just confide in us a bit more?"

The captain of Seigaku tennis club was taken aback when those ocean-like blue orbs fluttered open, staring at him intensely.

"I know that we are still far away from your level but we aren't that weak either." His voice raised up.

"I know."

"So, why?" Fuji sat upright in his seat, his brows were knitted. "Why did you go all out like that? You do know that your arm isn't completely healed right?"

"Because it was Sanada."

Now Fuji found himself being taken aback this time. His blue eyes rested on the dark brown ones, waiting for more details.

Tezuka sighed. He retreated his arm back and moved it carefully. Finding that the pain from before was almost gone, he noted the tensai was also good at nursing too.

"It was Sanada. I can't halfheartedly play him." He looked into those fascinating blue eyes. "Otherwise It would be rude to him, to both of us."

"To the point you would have sacrificed your arm?" Fuji snorted. "It doesn't make any sense."

"It does." Tezuka retorted with steady, low voice. "If I have to play someone who is also serious in having a match against me, I would fight him with all my might even that will harm my arm again."

Fuji halted in his position as he caught a meaningful look sent toward him. In an instance, the picture of them while they were still in the first year of junior high school having a secret match underneath sakura tree reflected in his mind. Little dark brown haired boy who despite being so strict to himself and always isolating from other people around him, was the boy with gentle and kind at heart that he agreed to have a secret match with him in spite of his injured arm from the previous encounter with the seniors.

He was mad, to the point that his smile was cracked and was replaced with anger he barely showed when it came to his family or to Saeki, the childhood friend of his, he took the other boy by collar, shouting at the top of his lungs with the same question he has just asked Tezuka earlier. The answer he got at that time was similar to this though.

And he understood it clearly.

Fuji's shoulder slummed down in defeat. He rubbed his face and sighed. The intense air that had been clinging on them was all but gone when the usual smile took the place on Fuji's lips again.

Tezuka let out a small sigh in relief.

"Just promise me that you won't do anything recklessly like this again." Fuji said. "Oishi was crying like a baby when he saw you use that Tezuka Phantom of yours."

Tezuka nodded, smiling a little. "I promise."

"Good." The blue eyes boy smiled. Feeling something moving faintly in his pocket, Fuji fished his vibrating phone out of his pocket. Flipping it open with ease, he frowned slightly when his eyes skimmed through its contents.

"It seems Echizen finally come back." He looked at Tezuka uncertainly. "But Eiji said Echizen is acting strange from usual."

"What does it mean?"

"I don't know. We will find it out when we get back to the others." The prodigy stared at the clock calculatingly and diverted his gazed back to the captain on the bed.

"You think you can go back by your own? I have to go warm up now. It looks like The situation on the court doesn't look so good on our side."

"Fuji." Tezuka called out when the said boy was on the way out of the room. The petite boy looked over his shoulder to see Tezuka still sitting on the edge of the bed stared at him with hard yet gentle look on his eyes. He smiled.

"Do your best."

And Fuji smiled back.

"Ahh, I will."