Hello, everyone! This will be my first Tezuka/Fuji yaoi fanfic. Its a bit angsty, but you can all deal with it. This is my favorite yaoi couple, and I hope you all will understand, since you're all fans of this couple if you have come to read this. I just felt like writing something completely angsty for a change.

So, I hope you'll enjoy reading this.

Disclaimor: Prince of Tennis does not belong to me nor the characters for that matter, but it belongs to mangaka, Takeshi Konomi.

In the city of Tokyo, Japan, Tezuka Kunimitsu walked about the streets in wonder. He was in deep thoughts as the every day norm passed by him. For the past few years, there was a problem that was going on and on inside his head.

The problem was that a special person in his life was missing, and he wanted to see him again. A few years ago, his special person went missing.

That special person was none other than Fuji Syuusuke. It was February 29. At night the tensai of Seigaku Gakuen went missing. And, the captain, Tezuka, was the last person to have seen him. And, the tall bespectacled teenager began to feel as though it was his fault. He still pondered on why Fuji was acting differently on that day.

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A few years ago…

It was morning at the Seigaku tennis courts. Tezuka was practicing by the wall by himself. He started to sweat here and there, but it never bothered him. His breathing was slowly getting to him, and he made a quick stop. He leaned against the wall, holding the racket in one hand, and the other was wiping the sweat off his forehead. He loved to play tennis ever since he could remember. He loved to win each game with his own technique, and tasted victory with his teammates. He would love to win the nationals with them, along with their coach as well.

"You sure are getting worked, Tezuka…"

The dark haired brunette heard the familiar soft voice, and turned to see Fuji, standing not too far away. The tensai had on his usual smile. He made no comment, and went back on to swinging.

There was silence, and it felt uncomfortable for the team captain. He eyed Fuji out of the corner of his eye. "What is it, Fuji?"

Fuji was startled, and shook his head. His cheeks were flushed as he hid his hands behind him. "N-nothing, really…Hey, Tezuka…Do you know what day is today?"

Tezuka plainly said, "Its February 29th…Why?"

Fuji felt shocked, and made a down cast look towards the ground. He forgot…Figures that no one even knew what today was…

"Fuji, what's wrong? Is there anything else that you'd like to say to me?" Fuji heard his captain's voice.

The light haired brunette gave a weak smile. "Its nothing, really…But, I'd like to do this one favor, please."

"Any favor is fine by me," Tezuka walked up to the tensai.

"Then, please, don't get angry with me…" Fuji leaned on his toes, and brushed his lips against the captain's. He stood back, and saw a stunned looking Tezuka. That troubled the tensai, knowing that it would trouble the captain. "That's all…"

Fuji walked off quickly. Tezuka stood there, still feeling stunned. After a few more moments, realization took its toll on him. His hand reached up and he felt his lips. "He was…in love with me…?"

Before he could take off, Oishi found him, and with the vice-captain was their team's coach, Ryuuzaki. "Captain, everyone's here. Time to practice."

"Y-yeah," Tezuka walked off with them.

Practice began with the usual regulars running their laps, and the seventh graders putting up the nets and getting the balls altogether. Tezuka was watching practice. He frowned when Fuji was avoiding eye contact with him, and this upset him. He planned to talk to the tensai when practice was over.

After practice, the regulars were off in the locker room to change back into their daily school uniform. Tezuka saw Fuji with Eiji talking together. The tensai looked unusually happy. The unusual smile disturbed Tezuka. The captain was glad that he studied the tensai before, which creeped him out, and it greatly disturbed him. He sometimes wondered why he was staring at the tensai at all.

Then, he heard the same question that he was asked earlier.

"Eiji, do you know what day it is?"

Eiji looked up in wonder, and smiled back to the tensai, "Its February 29th! Nya!"

"That's right. Do you know what today means?" Fuji gave a hopeful smile.

The acrobat was still thinking as he put an index finger on his chin. He looked like a curious cat. "It's a leap day, making the rest of the days shifting another day because of the unusual extra day that comes in every four years. Nya!"

Fuji looked shocked again, which Tezuka took a mental note. He wondered what February 29th meant to Fuji. Was it a special day? If it was, everyone would have known, right?

The tensai gave a pat on the shoulder, and smiled to the acrobat. "Thanks for the intelligent answer, Eiji."

Eiji nodded, as he put on his blazer. "Let's go to class now, nya!"

They took off, and Tezuka just watched them. The vice captain noticed that the team captain was not changing. "Hey, Tezuka, aren't you going to change? The class bell will ring in a few minutes."

"Thanks, Oishi." Tezuka quickly changed, and ran for class.

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All throughout the day, the dark haired brunette was not able to even get within five feet near the tensai. At lunch, he searched for the photographer, but he wasn't able to find him. He looked on the roof, the boys' bathroom, Fuji's classroom, the tennis courts, and the cafeteria. He wasn't able to find him at all.

At practice, he sighed a relief when he saw the tensai at practice, but he did not say a word to him, or the tensai either for that matter. Nearing the end of practice, everyone was dismissed for the day. In the locker room, the brunette waited for the rest of the team to leave. He was glad that Fuji was the last one in the locker room. He saw the second best player quickly packing.

Fuji reached the door, but he was stopped when he saw Tezuka standing in front of him, blocking the door. He felt a little intimidated when he stared into Tezuka's narrowed eyes. "Tezuka, I need to go home. Neesan won't be home till late, and I need to do my homework. I have a lot to do when I get home."

Tezuka ignored him, and he walked towards the smaller one. Fuji stepped back, hitting the lockers behind, and dropped his bag on the floor.

Tezuka blocked Fuji from leaving by placing each hand on either side of the tensai. He stared at him, intimidating him. "Tell me, what was special about today?"

Fuji looked to the side, not answering. He wanted to leave, not wanting to see Tezuka at all. No one knew what today was. "Nothing really…"

There was silence between them. The captain stared at the tensai, who was looking towards the ground. He sighed, knowing Fuji won't speak. He backed off, and went to pick up his bag. "Look, Fuji, its fine if you can't tell me. But, it'll be hard for the person to not know what is really going on."

Fuji ignored him and picked up his bag. He quickly left the locker room without saying a word of good-bye to the captain. He felt like crying, and he didn't want his one special person to see him in tears like this.

Tezuka watched Fuji leave, and began to lock the place up. He went on his way towards his house.

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Later that night, Tezuka was reading while sitting at his desk. He was working on Japanese Literature, and taking notes in his notebook. He loved his organized schoolwork. It kept him rather busy, besides tennis. He felt like holding a racket, and practicing at a court by himself after he finished. But, he couldn't. The nights were rather dangerous. He heard reports of a kidnapper, and the local media has not yet confirmed on who and why the kidnapper was trying to do. The only information that was given was that the kidnapper was around in his early thirties, which wasn't really much.

After an hour of homework, he went to eat his home cooking meals that he usually ate alone with no one around. He'd watch a little of the news on his television, and he went to shower. He went to bed afterwards.

The next morning, he went to practice at the usual time. When he got to the school, there were different vehicles parked. He knew which kind of cars that most teachers would drive, but he hardly pays attention He also noticed the fancy red car that Fuji's sister would drive sometimes when he saw her in the city.

He reached the courts, and saw the locker room closed off. He wondered what was up. He saw Oishi and the rest of the team, and walked towards them. "Hey, what's going on?"

"Well, there were cops asking Ryuuzaki-sensei about something, and Fuji's sister is here as well." Oishi commented, feeling worried. He felt something was wrong.

Tezuka noticed that Fuji wasn't here as well. He figured he was with his sister talking inside with Ryuuzaki. But, why are the cops here?

Tezuka looked in question towards the rest of his teammates. They were silent, and they were wondering the same thing in mind. Ryoma stood by Momo, both not saying and stating a word. Kaidoh was not hissing at all. Inui wasn't taking notes. Eiji was not his energetic self. Kawamura looked worried to the ground. Oishi, being the mother of the team, was thinking of many possible explanations that could be given to them.

After twenty minutes, the team saw the door opening. One of the cops was shaking Ryuuzaki's hand, and bowed. They left the courts, and walked towards their cars. The captain saw a most devastating scene. Fuji's sister, Yumiko, crying. Yuuta was there as well, looking upset. Ryuuzaki motioned for the both of them to leave. They did, not saying anything as they left. The tennis team watched them approach the car, and leave the school boundaries.

Coach Ryuuzaki gave a huge, long sigh, and walked towards the team. "I have a most devastating news, everyone."

The boys gathered, wondering what's up. They figured it was really something terrible, if the Fujis' were crying their hearts out. Tezuka thought the worst things that came to mind, and, then, it hit him when Fuji was not physically not there with them.

"I am sorry to tell you all of this most devastating news…" Ryuuzaki was having trouble trying to find the right words to saw to her boys. He looked to each of them in worry. He took a deep breath, "Fuji Syuusuke was kidnapped last night…"

There was silence. The news shocked most of the boys. Tezuka felt that time was standing still. He wished that he did not hear that. It couldn't be true.

Eiji dropped to his knees, crying. Ryoma fell to his knees as well, staring in disbelief. Inui, and Kaidoh were looking worryingly. Momo comforted the seventh grader, and the doubles partners were comforting each other. The acrobat was crying so hard.

Sumire did not know what to say. She was instantly worried when the cops, Yumiko, and Yuuta entered the room. They were asking her questions.

"Have you seen this boy?"

"Yes."

"At what time?"

"It was around after school. I'm not so sure of the time because I was not really focusing when there's over twenty boys practicing in my courts."

"I see…what time did you last see him?"

"Hmm…Well, I have left around 4:20 pm. So, I might've seen him a few minutes before I left…"

"All right, then. Thank you for your cooperation."

Sumire nodded to the officers. She eyed the Fuji siblings. Yumiko was crying, tears streaming down her face. Yuuta looked lost.

"Um, is there something that you should tell me?"

Silence, then, "Their brother, Fuji Syuusuke has been kidnapped…We are searching for all possible witnesses that might have last saw him…"

Sumire Ryuuzaki was shocked when she heard the news. She had to tell the boys. They had a right. After all, Fuji was family to them as well.

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A few years later...

In a room, a boy of eighteen years of age slept on the bed. He had woken to a knock on the door. He heard the familiar commanding voice that he disliked to hear the most. "Fuji, you're up in five minutes…"

"Yes, sir" Fuji moved to a sitting position on the bed. He stared towards the wall in a daze. He wondered how he came here again. He was out in the streets crying one night, and now, he was in an expensive hotel room, waiting on his master's orders.

The door opened too early. A man of white in silver suit, wearing glasses, and white beautiful soft hair covered the man's head came in. His smile turned into a seductive one. "You always make the clothes good on you, Fuji Syuusuke…"

Fuji felt scared every time he saw this man, standing there, not too far away. "I want to leave…"

The man walked towards him, reaching out, grasping the pale boy's neck that was covered in a tight collar that held a special surprise if the boy ever escaped. He smirked when he saw the fear in those cerulean eyes that stared at him. "I will…when I'm tired of having you around…

"Now go!" The man grabbed Fuji's wrist, and pulled him out of the room, closing it. He pushed the boy towards the stairs. Fuji got the indication and began to walk down those dreadful steps. He didn't want to be here. He hated it. He wanted to go back home.

It's been three years since he was ever home.

But, he couldn't leave. He was his master's pet, to be treated as a pet by those damn men that longed to play with him. When they got tired of him, Fuji would be wishing to die.

Kazutaka Muraki stood by, watching his pet, shaking in fear, wanting to leave. He loved to see the boy like this, and he was glad that he has met the boy on that night under the red moon.

To be continued...

I hope you enjoyed reading this as I enjoyed writing this. I sware I will making a happy ending for this story.

Please review, and tell me what you think.

(Disclaimor: Kazutaka Muraki does not belong to me either. The reason why I put the disclaimor here is to not spoil the story for you guys.)