Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. If I did the characters would all be doing very naughty things to each other in EACH episode. But it doesn't happen, now does it? I live with it.

A/N – August 18, 2007: Ah… welcome readers young and small… This is another one of my ficlets that I write in the middle of the night when I am EXTREMELY bored and have nothing to do. I was rather inspired by this picture of Fuji smiling and carrying a pie… and although that pie looked good, we all know how Fuji's taste buds are like… grins

Chapter 1: Victim 01: Fuji Yuuta

Word Count: 865

Warnings: None for this chapter.

«Prince of Tennis«

Yuuta sticks his head into the kitchen and sees his brother watering one of the many cacti that line the kitchen's windowsills. He, carefully deducting that his brother will not try to glomp him, steps into the said kitchen and opens the refrigerator.

Yuuta coughed, "Aniki?"

Fuji turns to look at him, "What is it Yuuta? Are you getting a cough? Do you want me to run to the drugstore and get you some medicine?"

Yuuta sweatdropped.

"Ah…that won't be necessary, Aniki."

"Then what seems to be bothering you?" Fuji asked.

Yuuta checks the fridge again to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating and asks, "Where's all the milk? And where's all the food that was in here this morning?"

Yuuta throws open the fridge to make his point. The entire thing was empty save for a few sushi rolls and a tube of wasabi that Fuji usually has for a midnight snack. The tensai smiled and opened his eyes. He put down the watering can and stared at the timer set atop of an immaculately polished counter.

Yuuta eyed the shiny counter and swore he saw it blink at him, "Onee-san really needs to reign in her obsessive compulsiveness about keeping this whole house clean…"

The two Fuji brothers resume staring at the timer. It moved.

Ding.

Yuuta looks at Fuji, "Were you cooking something, Aniki?"

Fuji kept smiling and opened the oven. Odd blue smoke rose up from the open oven and he took out something that faintly resembled a glowing green cake. The cake's top bubbled and popped.

Fuji's smile widened and Yuuta turned the same shade of green as the cake.

"I've taken up baking."

Yuuta closed the fridge door and tried to inconspicuously back into the living room. Sweat stared to form on his temples.

"B-baking? You've taken up…baking?"

Fuji set the monstrosity that was supposed to be cake on the table and began slicing it with a knife. The knife wouldn't cut through it so he chose a butcher's knife instead. Yuuta paled.

"Um...Aniki…I think I'll head off now. Mizuki called me a few minutes ago and said that there was practice…so…"

Fuji set one slice on a small plate and looked up.

"Don't be so worried, Yuuta-kun. Mizuki won't kill you if you're a few minutes late."

"But he'll make me run laps!" Yuuta protested weakly.

His knuckles were gripping the doorframe so tight that they turned white. Sweat dripped down his chin.

"I really have to go…"

Fuji narrowed his ice-blue eyes dangerously as he asked, "Fine, Yuuta-kun. You can go to practice today. I'll be giving Mizuki a visit tomorrow and talk about him overworking you."

Yuuta saw the sadistic glint in his brother's eyes and dropped his head in defeat.

"Stupid Mizuki… he better be grateful for what I'm about to do for him."

"It's okay, Aniki. I'll stay."

"Great!" Fuji said smiling.

He pushed the plate towards Yuuta and watched him closely, "Here."

Yuuta picked up his fork with a shaking hand and poked the green slice experimentally.

"What flavor is this…cake anyway?"

Fuji just smiled at him and replied, "It's a surprise."

Yuuta stuck his fork into the cake and took out a portion. Yuuta stared at it and began placing it inside his mouth.

"Oh God…please don't let me die! I'm too young to die!"

He bit and swallowed. Yuuta blinked. He blinked again.

"Wow," Yuuta muttered, "This isn't half-bad."

He took another bite and another until the whole slice was finished.

He smiled a bit at his older brother and said, "Thanks. I'll head off to practice now."

"Okay, Yuuta-kun."

Yumiko, who had been entering the kitchen at the same time Yuuta finished his cake, opened the fridge and closed it again in confusion.

Yuuta grabbed his duffel bag and started for the door, "Bye, Aniki and Onee-san."

"Bye, Yuuta." Yumiko greeted quietly.

She turned to Fuji.

"Syuusuke? Where in the world is everything in here? Did you eat everything?"

Yuuta pointed to the cake, "He made a cake out of everything."

Yumiko placed her hands on her hips and stared at Fuji accusingly, "Everything, Syuusuke?"

"Hai."

"Oh dear. I was supposed to throw away most of the food in here because they were rotten and starting to rot. We were supposed to grocery shop today. Did anyone eat the cake?"

Yuuta's face turned violently green and he ran for the nearest bathroom to get violently sick.

"Yuuta did." Fuji replied smiling.

Yumiko sighed.

«Prince of Tennis»

Ring. Ring.

Mizuki twirled a clump of hair around his finger as he went to answer the phone.

"Moshi, moshi. St. Rudolph's Tennis Club. Captain Mizuki speaking."

"Ah…Mizuki-kun. This Fuji Syuusuke, Yuuta's brother"

Mizuki felt the familiar rage burn within him.

"Fuji Syuusuke, my greatest rival! What could he possible want from me?"

"I meant to call you, Fuji, since you're brother missed practice today. Do you know where he might be. Is he alright?"

"Don't worry, Mizuki. Yuuta's fine. He just felt a little sick and had to go to the doctor."

Sounds of someone throwing up could be heard.

Mizuki flinched, "I see. Well, thank you for calling."

"Ja."

Mizuki put down the receiver.

"Doctor?"

«Prince of Tennis»

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