Ima Ai Wo Katarou (Let's Talk About Love Now)

A Fanfic about The Prince of Tennis

By: Fujima Priss

'Claim' All characters are not mine. They are from Prince of Tennis

Tez x Fuji

Sin 1:

Acedia

His breath was almost out as he raced down the familiar street he once lived in. His once messy brown locks were running down with sweat as he breathes faster, clouding up the vision of his small old-fashioned spectacles. The town he grew up with didn't change that much eversince the day he took off and luckily, he still memorized all the shortcuts towards his destination. These same shortcuts that he was now using as a last resort, was also the same shortcuts that reminded him of all the lovemaking and all those sweet moments he shared with the only person he ever loved. He was never a fan of God or destiny but rather of hardwork, but as he dragged his body all across Tokyo, for the first time in his life he prayed.

If only these shortcuts would lead him back to that person he loved more than his own life.

From across the block, he could hear the distant echoes of the church bells. Yes, he was near, and he hoped that it wasn't too late. Just a couple of steps away, and he could be happy again. THEY, would be happy.

He raced towards the towering church. He stood at the big wooden door and looked around for familiar faces. He could see them behind his moist spectacles, his past teammates looking at the altar with hope in their eyes. He knew what they were looking at. He knew that effeminate figure infront of him. He didn't even take a moment to catch his breath, but walked towards the aisle.

"I do."

He stopped.

"I now pronounce you man and wife—"

He didn't hear the other words after that. He took a step backwards as both people infront of the altar turned to face him—SMILING. Both of them were crowded by all of the people in a matter of seconds. Everyone was happy.

Though for him, he felt the world crushing down.

He was late, a second late. Now he knew why he didn't believe in God or destiny, because prayers and hope won't get you nowhere. If he just ran a little faster, this scene would have ended a little different. But now there is nothing left he can do.

"I'm sorry Syusuke…" The tensai kept looking at the broad back infront of him as the other's whispers slowly crept in his ears. He felt tears welling up behind his orbs but pushed it back. He knew this wasn't the time to let those tears flow.

He pasted his famous smile upon his face. "I understand, I won't…" He could suppress the tears anymore. He looked down on his own two feet and continued. "I won't be a hindrance to your dream. Go. I know you wanted it your whole—"

The effeminate brunette felt two strong arms envelop his own body. "I'll be back. I promise." Fuji couldn't suppress it any further. He felt rivers of water fall out of his own ocean-colored orbs as he pulled the shirt that was covering his eyes. He was crying. He didn't want him to leave, but he also wanted him to pursue his dream. THEIR DREAM. "I'll be a famous tennis player and after 2 years, I'll be back for you."

Fuji felt his face being lifted up, and within seconds, he was trapped inside two brown orbs behind old-fashioned spectacles. "Will you wait for me?" the deep voice he always admired asked.

The tensai smiled then nodded. "Of course." Those once lonely tears were driven away by a warm hand. "If you're not back by then, I'll come after you."

He then saw the smile that he knew was only meant for him. "I know you would."

Fuji felt those warm hands cupped his face and automatically he lifted himself to his tiptoes. The kiss was sweet and long. They didn't care that people across the airport were looking at them nor the fact that they were both guys. This was the last kiss they will share for two long years.

"I love you Syusuke."

"I love you too, Mitsu…"

"Syusuke!" he heard his sister shout from the bottom of the stairs.

"Nani?"

"Tezuka-san is on!" Within seconds, banging sounds of footsteps were heard in the threshold and the almost similar younger brother sat in between his older sister and his irritated little brother.

"Aniki!" his younger brother called. "Move will you. There's a lot more space near neesan's side"

"But I want to be near you Yuuta-kun!" Fuji teased as he moved closer to his younger brother.

"IT'S TOO DAMN HOT!" The younger shouted as Fuji moved a lot closer to him.

They both stopped as they heard their sister giggling. "I never saw you this excited Syusuke." Her sister commented.

"Mitsu won Wimbledon and it's almost been two years since he went back to Germany." Fuji smiled.

"He'll be coming back soon." He heard the youngest Fuji grunt, after all their rooms were near each other, he would be surprised to know that his brother hears everything Fuji has been doing in his room.

"So Tezuka-san, how does it feel to be the youngest person to ever win Wimbledon?" One of the press shouted at the tall, spectacled man in the middle of the court.

"It's amazing. I never thought I could win against a strong competitor." The player said in his monotonous tone. "I owe it all to my inspiration."

The court became busy with babbling reporters but there was one question that reigned upon others. "So could we take that statement as a declaration that Mr. Kunimitsu Tezuka is not single anymore?"

"Yes." A one-word answer, typical Tezuka.

"Can we know who was the lucky girl?" A lot of reports were calling out with the same question.

"Actually—" Tezuka started but was interrupted by a high-pitched voice.

"Kunimitsu!" A long haired tall raven-haired woman came rushing into the courts and hugged Tezuka. "You won!" She cheered before grabbing Tezuka and kissing him.

A loud shout was heard both from the audience and the reporters. The camera focused on the newly recognized couple until the girl broke the kiss. "Katherine-san…I—"

"Yes we're engaged. I'm Kunimitsu's girlfriend—" before anything happened, the TV was shut. Yumiko looked at his youngest brother. Yuuta was holding the remote with shaking hands. He was mad as he shut the television off. "What was that!?" Didn't you always talk to Tezuka? I thought you guys were still together! Who the hell was that girl?" Yuuta shouted as he looked over to his brother. Fuji was still sitting beside him with his eyes wide open.

"Syusuke…"The tensai felt his sister's hand holding his. Tears were flowing down his eyes and he wasn't aware of it. He pasted a smile on his face. "I'm sure it was nothing. Mitsu still loves me. He's—" It was a matter of time before he broke down and cried his heart out.

Fuji's body abruptly stood in a sitting position. He clenched his blanket tight and caught his breath. Another nightmare. He said as he brushed his previously clenched fist against his hair. He can feel every inch of his body covered in cold sweat. It was the same nightmare all over again. That scene has been appearing in his dreams everyday for the past year.

And the worst part is that, IT ACTUALLY DID HAPPEN.

Fuji pulled the blanket out of his body, stood up and went into the dining room for breakfast. They said that dreams were an extension of your inner thoughts and the tensai knew that this was true. Deep down inside, he would never forget that day. The day when his—

"Good morning darling!" A high pitched voice greeted him, waking him up from his day dreaming state. The brunette looked up and saw a woman sitting in the dining table and drinking tea. He slowly walked towards the woman and kissed her cheek. "Good morning, Sakura." Fuji greeted back.

"Is something wrong? You really look awful in the morning?" Sakura asked as he cupped Fuji's face. "I'm fine." He answered as he grabbed a chair and sat down. The woman placed a hot cup infront of him and sat on her chair. "I don't know why you don't like tea in the morning it's refreshing!"

"I just don't like tea. It kinda reminds me of something awful." Fuji said with a smile while looking at his cup of coffee. He felt two arms encircle his shoulders. "Can we not talk about awful stuff when I'm about to leave?"

"You'll miss me?" The tensai asked as he looked up into his wife's face.

"Of course." Sakura answered as she kissed her husband. "It's quite unfortunate that I'll be going to Paris right in the middle of your important photoshoot."

Fuji smiled. "It's not really that important, Atobe just asked me to shoot some old friends."

Sakura pecked her husband's nose and let go. "Well, those old friends were the ones I wanna know about. You're a very secretive guy Syusuke, I don't know that much about your past, eventhough we're married."

"Hmmm…." Fuji sipped his coffee. "There's not much to talk about in my past. The present's much more important."

Sakura smiled as she picked her things up. "Well, as long as were happy now. Are you sure you'll be fine? I'll be gone for a week."

"No big deal." Fuji said as he helped his wife grab her things and place it at the back of the car. "I'll be busy with the shoots anyway." He opened the car door as Sakura slipped inside. "Take care and have fun!" He called out before closing the door.

He heard the window slide down, "I love you Syusuke."

"Yeah..."

With that his wife drove off and he went back into the bathroom to go to work as well.

A/N Acedia: state of listlessness of not caring or not being concerned with one's position/ negligence. -Thanks wikipedia.

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