**A/N (February 11, 2011) NOTE! After a whole year of abandoning my fic (:3 Sorry...), I've decided to pick this up again. So, I've rewritten parts of it – no drastic changes. E

A/N: Hello to everyone! This is my first PoT fanfic. I wrote this because I simply worship TezuFuji, and I think they really are the Perfect Pair. Some sort of idea was just bugging me, so I wrote this. I don't have all of the plot planned out, but I have a general gist.

How often I update depends. The first few chapters will be quick since I already wrote them. ^-^. The rest, though, might be slower.

Really, all comments are appreciated.

Enjoy! Hopefully…

DISCLAIMER: Look up fan fiction in Wikipedia.

WARNING: Bad, crude, offensive language. Shounen-ai! MalexMale pairring. There is no yaoi, meaning hot steamy man sex. I'd probably screw it up, and...yeah.

*Since this is an action story and doesn't contain just romance, TezuFuji does not start right off the bat. If you're willing to be patient (or as I sometimes do, skim through the beginning) then yeah it'll come.

SUMMARY: AU. Tezuka Kunimitsu is the leader of a rising gang. Fuji Syuusuke is the son of the most lethal yakuza boss in Kyoto. Even in adverse times and the cruelty of fate, there exists...a story. TezuFuji.

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Chapter 1

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Yotsuba Corporations.

Mention that name on any social stratum of the business empire and a myriad of awe and wonderment comes rushing. Known for their immense achievement of wealth and prominence over a span of eight years, the company owed its existence to two persons in particular: Atobe Kazuma and Fuji Keisuke. The former with his amazing insight and his initial sum of wealth to initiate the massive economic obelisk, and the latter with his ingenious skill with money and stringent personality.

Anything and anyone with a bit of brain knew the economic miracle these two men had bestowed upon Japan in its time of the worst recession in a century. They were the proud kings standing on a pedestal that shot into the light, allowing no one to steal even a glance. Those who worked for Yotsuba held themselves with superiority, and those who didn't stared with jealousy.

That's what Yotsuba Corporations was.

Yet mention the name in other places, more discreet and hidden, and an onset of hushed frightened whispers shriek out, an evil glare perhaps, a silent look, fear hidden in hate. Those who knew what Yotsuba Corps really was, knew what a miracle indeed, it was, that such a demonic force would be thrust into human hands. Atobe Kazuma and Fuji Keisuke.

They say there's two sides to every coin and so true it is. No one could deny their abilities and skills; neither side could. Still, there is a huge difference between a saint and a devil, and those who knew the truth knew the devil.

Yotsuba Corps was controlled by the most dangerous and powerful yakuza group in Japan.

And on this very day, one Fuji Syuusuke, stopped at his destination to stare up at the huge, bleak building that towered over him.

With a sigh, he made his way through the automatic doors, a natural smile forming on his lips, and his eyes twinkling in sweet content. The first floor was bustling with activity and an air of normal, daily routines could be felt. There was no tension of any hidden or illegal affair. Probably because most of the people in this building weren't even suspicious, let alone aware, of such a possible thing.

Strolling in casually with a hint of business in his steps, Fuji quickly made his way to the counter and flashed the attendant his "employee" card as well as a brilliant smile, causing her to look away abashedly, and proceeded to merge himself with the crowd of bustling workers.

It didn't take him long to reach the grand hall of elevators. It really was indeed – a grand hall. Golden elevator doors opened on each side, working endlessly. One ding followed after another, yet each trip seemed to carry an endless track of people.

He had been here a few times. Not too many, not too little. He definitely can't say he's been here as often as most, but enough to know the ropes. As the next available elevator dinged in, he walked in with the waiting crowd. B1, 3, 21, 35, 10, 27, 9…Each person carefully yet casually tapped the set of buttons on each side of the elevator. Fuji smiled and silently tapped the last number on the row.

49.

He could feel the air of discomfort thicken just a notch. The elevator is one of the most awkward phases in each person's daily life. Second only to the subway. But since the subway is so awkward already that everyone is overly used to the awkward awkwardness, no one really finds it awkward anymore. The elevator is a tiny compact space with at least 10 people squeezing in at once.

Maximum occupancy equals maximum tension.

There were 50 levels in this building, underground not included. Floor 50 was the rooftop, a nice and quiet place for lunch, socializing, and relaxation.

Nobody ever went into floor 49.

Not normal people anyways. In all their years of working here, no one had seen the highest stratum of the company squeeze into the densely and confined space of a shaft on metal ropes to get to their destination. It was a tacit speculation that these godly figures of Yotsuba Corps had secret transportation just for themselves.

So why was a young man no more than 18 casually venturing up to the gods' domain?

Fuji was sure this was running through some minds at the current moment. Of course, as Japanese society is, no one pries into others' businesses. Quite unlike the Western society, where people would greet you in the streets everywhere. Everyone is dead silent. As he discreetly glances at the other employees' faces, he could trace out hints of curiosity.

One by one each person left, only to have more step up to fill his or her place. Still, by the time the elevator had reached floor 48, it was empty. Except for one unfortunate, new employee who had the misfortune of forgetting that elevators traveling up travel all the way up before traveling down and had thus, been stuck with Fuji Syuusuke for the ride.

Smiling amiably, Fuji stepped out as the floor dinged 49. Behind him, he could feel the poor man desperately trying to ding the elevator close, as though afraid to have his hand caught in a cookie jar.

It was still and silent. Almost like walking into a huge empty cathedral, with grand walls towering and vast. But Fuji saw only a hallway like any other hallway of the massive building. It didn't intimidate him one bit.

He walked for what felt like hours, and not a single soul in site. Finally, he found himself coming to a stop in front of a set of wide, wooden, double doors. He knocked lightly three times.

"Come in." A deep and commanding voice answered.

Fuji allowed himself entry and let the door swing shut behind him. Taking short strides, he soon reached the large mahogany desk. Smiling, he waited for the man in the chair to turn and face him. He preoccupied himself by observing the various little trinkets sitting on the desk. Though rather empty, there were few things of interest neatly arranged. Was that a barrel cactus right there?

"Syuusuke."

Snapping out of his reverie, he glanced up into eyes that mirrored his own – a deep oceanic blue, although these vibrating blue orbs portrayed the deep sea, a sense of something hidden, lurking around behind that hypnotizing gaze. "Father." He replied politely and formally. In a world such as this, there were no relationships born of familial love, but only ones of business and honor. A son would look up to his father and do him proud, and a father would feel great pride and honor on his son's behalf.

So here he was, standing before his father, Fuji Keisuke. Co-founder and vice president of Yotsuba Corps. And leader of Japan's most fearsome yakuza group.

His father silently observed him a moment longer, before proceeding, "How have you been?"

An average person would have been taken aback by this question. Even if it was a common greeting in normal social life, this definitely wasn't what was regular in a setting such as this. Yet Fuji was Fuji and as a Fuji, he, like his father, could play the game. "Just fine. I managed to talk Yuuta into visiting this weekend". Beaming like a happy little child, Fuji watched his father fidget with his pen – a habit in result of contemplation.

"Ah…" was the only reply he got. It wasn't awkwardness or anything like the sort. Fuji Syuusuke knew not to say anything when his father was thinking – no doubt about some yakuza business – or business in general for that matter. After all, that would be the reason why he was called here today.

Suddenly his father stood up and walked over to the window that looked over the city of Kyoto. Fuji allowed his eyes to follow the moving figure and he waited.

"Syuusuke, there are so many ways society is organized." A simple statement. And something Fuji had definitely heard of more than once.

"As my son and heir, it is important – very important- for you to grasp the concept of how it is organized and learn to manipulate it." His father stated. He was staring intently at the muffled streets thousands of feet beneath him.

Fuji had heard this one as well.

'Ah..'

It was always business, or yakuza. Or both. Seems like today, it was going to be both. His father whirled around and walked back over to the desk, pulled out a drawer and took out a folder, dropping it on the wooden surface.

He turned back towards the window to stare intently at something beyond the glass walls. "Syuusuke, have you ever heard of a group called Seishun-kai?"

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Atobe Keigo usually enjoys any sort of activity that allows him to flaunt himself in front of others. An array of such hobbies included anything he considered "beautiful" and "artistic", anything that was up to "ore-sama's" standards. Or close to, since you must admit it is very very difficult to achieve the great diva's standards.

Yet Atobe Keigo is also like any other normal human being (in some aspects), and he quite enjoys the suffering of others. Currently? He is quite indulgent in the opportunity to poke fun at his normally sadistic friend; seeing as the situation was normally quite reversed.

Fuji Syuusuke.

Was currently moping, or as much as it can be for Fuji, in the great diva's office. Ha.

He breathed in his extremely expensive brand of cigarette and puffed little smoke rings into the air. Taking another whiff, he walked over to the other young man and puffed smoke rings onto his hair.

He smirked as Syuusuke wrinkled his nose and glared up at him, elegant fingers rising up to dust off nonexistent smoke-bunnies nestled in his hair.

"Would you like to try some of Ore-sama's newest brand of cigars? They have an exotic sensation to them. Kind of like you, ne, Syuu-chan?" The silver-haired man teased and gracefully exhaled the toxic chemical.

Fuji ignored the childhood nickname and made a face. "I'm quite alright, thank you. I rather enjoy my youth and don't want to age so quickly…"

Atobe paused for a moment to observe the honey-haired man before putting out his cigarette in a nearby ash tray. He dropped down onto a sofa next to the latter and folded his arms. "…and take over your old man's yakuza business, right?" Atobe ran a hand through his well kept hair. "Frankly, if it were Ore-sama, Ore-sama would not mind at all."

No answer.

"But father is in charge of the company only, so Ore-sama is only suited to take over the company, whereas Keisuke-san is the one in charge of the yakuza…and you, Syuusuke…" His hand paused as he diverted his eyes to Fuji.

The latter had his eyes closed, and it almost looked as though he were sleeping.

Twitch. Was he being ignored?

"Saa…" was the mundane reply he got.

"Syuusuke…" Atobe began, assessing how to deal with an irritated/depressed tensai. God knows He created geniuses only to spite the great heir of Yotsuba Corps. Though speaking of geniuses…

"…"

"Ore-sama is visiting Oshitari and we are going golfing. Would you care to join us?" It was random. It was spontaneous. It wasn't planned. But Oshitari had nothing to do anyways and if Fuji was going to continue his little pissed-off/depression drama, then he was going to do something about it.

After a moment of brief silence, he got his answer.

"Aah…can Marilyn come as well?" The other youth replied as the cheerful smile began to play on his lips again.

Atobe twitched. And shuddered. He had completely forgotten what happened the last time he took Fuji golfing. It was a well known fact Fuji was a tensai at practically everything and anything he did. So he did not believe it when Fuji apologized for "accidentally" hitting that area that should not be hit for Atobe's future generations' sakes. Especially since it was right after Atobe had "accidentally" dropped Fuji's camera in the lake, because you don't take pictures at a golf course and not golf.

"I do not believe golf sites allow such…plants. It disturbs the pristine surroundings." Atobe excused efficiently, receiving a semi-pout. Whatever. As long as that dreaded cactus didn't come…Atobe would have one less thing to worry about.

Sigh. 'Time to call up Oshitari.'

A/N: Ok and there's chapter 1! Hope you liked it. So TezuFuji does not hit off right away, in fact they don't even know each other yet. But it will be changing in a few chapters. ^-^

*Sorry, I keep changing the name of Tezuka's gang, because it's name does hold important significance, but quite frankly, Seishun does sound lame. =_=; Bear with me here...

Please review. I'm not going to ask for a certain amount of reviews to update, but it is encouraging no matter what people say. ^-^

Thanks for reading!