Author's Note: Another story because I felt like it. I was working on my other project He's Just Not That Into You, and even though I had a good amount of the next chapter done, I kind of fell into a rut and just needed to write something else for a change to take my mind off of it. I always did have a short attention span. It's not very good, but I hope you enjoy. Reviews are welcome!!!

LOVE GAME

Fuji Syusuke prided himself in never losing to the same opponent twice. It was only too bad, however, that his pride was based on a rather false statement. Fuji had, in fact, lost to someone more than once, plenty of times actually, and it was also to a very unlikely adversary. The other did not even seem to realize that he was engaged in a competition, though that did not detract from the simple fact that he was unknowingly winning.

Oishi Shuichiro was a nice and kind-hearted boy, known to be rather motherly in his personality. Also a very talented tennis player, he was vice captain of the tennis team as well as being one half of Seigaku's renowned doubles team, the Golden Pair, the other half being Kikumaru Eiji, a close classmate and friend of Fuji and highly coveted by the prodigious tensai. Though the naïve Kikumaru was utterly unaware of this, every time he played on the courts, a pair of intense blue eyes was always watching him longingly with desire, and when they weren't locked on Kikumaru, they were focused on Oishi, narrowing slightly in a jealous gesture.

"So Eiji, want to get some ice cream with me? I'll treat you."

It was after practice, and after having changed out of their tennis clothes, Fuji and Kikumaru were now leaving the club room.

"Really Fuji?" Kikumaru asked enthusiastically. "That would be so cool of you!"

Kikumaru beamed with excitement at the idea.

"But wait," Kikumaru said, suddenly realizing something. "Oishi was going to tutor me in English this evening. I don't think I can."

"I see," Fuji said, the corners of his smile drooping ever so slightly. Kikumaru did not seem to notice. "Maybe another time."

At that moment, Oishi, who had been waiting for Kikumaru by the front entrance of the school, entered the scene, completely oblivious to the glare Fuji was giving him.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing," Kikumaru said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Just talking, nya."

Oishi gave a small smile.

"So, are you ready to go, Eiji?"

Kikumaru nodded his head vigorously and walked over to Oishi's side, draping a friendly arm around his shoulder.

"You bet!" the red head exclaimed, ignorant to the fact that Fuji's posture had deflated the tiniest bit.

After Oishi and Kikumaru bid Fuji farewell, the two made their way toward Oishi's house, leaving Fuji behind. Watching after them as they walked away, Fuji's eyes flashed open to reveal an exuberant cerulean. His ever present smile had faded, and he clenched his fist.

Fuji had lost yet again.