Mirror, Mirror
Summary: Fuji falls through a mirror one day and lands in a complete different world. Sometimes, while doing a favor for someone else, you realize that they're actually doing a favor for you.
Warnings: Shounen-ai
Pairings: Atobe x Fuji
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is not mine.
-GASP- FINALLY FINISHED WITH THIS FANFICTION! Jeeze, it took me long enough. I think this one's chapters are longer and more detailed than any of my other ones, so if you like that kind of stuff, like me, then it should be better. Well, to me, this fanfiction is better than all my other ones so far. This chapter isn't particularly long, but I promise the chapters after this will be much longer. For now, enjoy this! Thanks for all your support on 'A Kiss to Remember'! It has the most reviews out of all my other fanfictions, with over 160 reviews! I don't think I can break that with this story, mainly because there are less chapters, but if you can review anyway, it makes me feel really good! Please read, review, and enjoy! And I tried not to use 'younger' for Fuji in this fic! XD;;
Chapter 1: The Otherworldly Fall:
"Tezuka, would you like some iced tea?" Fuji asked Tezuka. They were both currently sitting in Fuji's room. The window was open, and they each could hear the rustle of the leaves on the tree outside the room. It was quite comforting, actually, on a hot day such as this, to hear the wind blow a bit for once. It was comforting to Fuji to know that the wind still existed. It was days like this that made Fuji feel like the weather would never be cold again. The summertime always felt much too warm for Fuji and he'd much rather it be winter. Winter was his favorite season, anyway.
It wasn't technically summer yet, actually, it was just mid-May, but the weather made it feel like summer. After all, if Fuji sometimes didn't believe cold weather existed, then it must be really hot that day. The finals were coming up for all of the junior high school students, and Tezuka and Fuji, as well as many other students that they knew were studying like mad. They both knew that they would probably do well, if not get perfect scores, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
"Sure," Tezuka replied. Fuji smiled and walked out of the room promptly. It was no use studying when you couldn't even concentrate because of the heat.
"I'll be right back," he called behind him, and he could almost see Tezuka's curt nod. Fuji was actually grateful for this study date, however little they might need it. They were at the top of their class, anyway. But it was more alone time spent with Tezuka, so who could complain? Not Fuji, of course.
His feet patted down the stairs swiftly and gracefully. He walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. He looked inside, took out the iced tea, and poured it into two glasses; one for himself and one for Tezuka. Their family made their own iced tea, and they always had some in the refrigerator. Fuji sometimes didn't know how grateful he was for that iced tea.
He then walked up the stairs and back into the room. Fuji just then noticed how hot it really was. Upstairs was so much warmer than downstairs, even when the fan was turned on and the windows were open. He didn't notice the heat upstairs when walking downstairs, but when he walked back into the stifling heat, Fuji cringed visibly. He didn't want to turn on the air conditioning, though, since it would make the house much colder, while not helping his room much. He sighed. It was probably because of his big windows, but he like them there.
"Here, Tezuka," Fuji said and handed Tezuka one of the glasses of iced tea, which he drank thankfully. "I'm sorry about my room being so warm." Fuji wiped his forehead and fanned himself on top of the fan spinning in the room.
Tezuka shook his head. "It's not a problem. I've been here before."
Fuji laughed. "It's cold in the winter and warm in the summer. Quite inconvenient, neh?"
Tezuka said nothing. Study breaks were mandatory for the two, since while they were studying, they studied so much. Believe it or not, Fuji felt very pressured to get a high score on the test. Almost as if he was obligated. But what was a genius to do? With good things always comes bad. Most of the time, though somehow worrying about it actually made Fuji do better. It was strange. Fuji sighed. Today was one of the most beautiful days, too. But they had gotten their fair share of tennis, and now was the time to focus on academics.
The pair sat in silence for a while, just enjoying the breeze and the beautiful weather, though it may be a little too hot for Fuji's liking. He kept thinking that and he couldn't get it out of his mind. No amount of studying could change it, anyway. Fuji looked around his room, and he had to admit, it did need a bit of a clean up. There was something in the corner, though, that he had never noticed before. He couldn't be sure if it was there before or not, or if his sister moved it in.
To confirm his thoughts, Tezuka asked, "What's that?" and pointed to the object in the corner. It looked flat, though Fuji's couldn't tell, because it was covered by a tan sheet. It was something flat and standing. It was about the size of an average seventh grade person, and standing on something, elevating it off the floor slightly.
"Looks like a full-length mirror or something, to me," Fuji said. "I've never noticed it before, or maybe someone put it here recently. I didn't know Yumiko or mom had any extra mirrors. I know it wasn't Yuuta," Fuji said jokingly. "I'm going to go check it out." He stepped over all the little objects on the floor of his room; mostly textbooks and the like. He was soon close enough to touch the object and proceeded to take another step, when Tezuka spoke up.
"Fuji, watch out," he said, but it was already too late. Fuji's foot caught on a book that was sitting on the ground, particularly a Japanese History book, and he fell forward into the 'mirror'. Fuji shouted in surprised and clutched the beige sheet that was draped over the object. He pulled it off and Tezuka saw that it was indeed a mirror, but Fuji was covered by the sheet.
Fuji was falling, and it felt like it was in slow motion. His first thought was, Oh great, I'm being such a klutz in front of Tezuka…now he'll probably have to help me clean up the shattered mirror, but that thought changed when he didn't feel himself hit the mirror. He only felt himself, with the sheet, keep falling and falling. He heard Tezuka shout, "Fuji!" again, but he couldn't respond.
Finally, his back hit something hard; like tile or something like that. He thought it was a bit strange, since his room was carpeted. And he never hit the mirror. He only heard, "Hey, who are you, another member of the royal family?" being said jokingly in a voice that sounded strangely familiar. He was still wrapped up in the sheet.
Royal family? Fuji thought. What was that supposed to mean? "No, he just fell through the mirror," someone else said. "Through the mirror. Isn't that a bit odd?"
"When did that mirror appear there, anyway?" another voice said, though no one paid it any mind as they were more curious about Fuji than the mirror.
Fuji felt that now was the time to look up. He lifted his face slowly, though not uncovering his head fully, and looked around the room. He was in a bright room, tiled with marble and it had fancy molding along the bottom of the wall. There were occasional windows along the walls, providing the room with more than enough light, though it was overcast outside. Pillars standing between the windows surrounded the room, and there were nine cloaked figures in the room and a girl sitting on the floor, who looked a couple years younger than the rest, though Fuji couldn't tell how old everyone was, since they were all, well, cloaked. He didn't know where he was or who he was with, but all he knew was that it was not his own room. He looked back, and there was indeed a full length mirror in the corner, exactly the same size as the one in his room that had mysteriously appeared there today.
Fuji pulled off the sheet so that his body was wrapped in it, and he was still sitting on the floor, staring with open eyes. The girl looked up, as did the others, while some were already looking at him. She had black hair that fell a bit past her shoulders and was combed neatly. Her eyes were a dark shade of brown, and she looked like any normal person. She wasn't dressed any differently than someone from the village, and Fuji couldn't tell why she was in the room with the cloaked figures. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she shouted, "That's her!!! That's FUJIKO!!!!!"
"Fujiko?!!" all of the cloaked figures then cried out simultaneously. They each began to throw off their own hoods in a very unorganized manner. Fuji then scanned the room from left to right. He found that their faces and hair looked very, very familiar. In fact, they looked just like those of Oshitari, Kikumaru, Jiroh, Yukimura, Atobe, Saeki, Yuuta Ryoma, and finally…Tezuka?!! What in the world was going on?!
ZOMG! What is going on?! It's something strange, at that! Remember to check back in three days for the next chapter! Until then, please review! Thanks!
