Disclaimer: I don't own shit, don't sue me. Go sue Takeshi Konomi.

Pairings: Hinted TezuFuji and MomoRyo

Warnings: Bad humor, OOC- ness, slight shounen-ai, sadistic Fuji

A/N: Try to be nice, this was written during a stress-filled break. Oh, but I do SOOO love TezuFuji!! Please read and review, be nice, unnya~

Meant to Be -- Chirika

" Wait, Fuji. Please. " His words and face were stoic, impassive. Without feeling, but his eyes pleaded with his confidante, beseeching him to stay, to help.

" It's useless, Tezuka, " The slighter prodigy sighed. His frail shoulders slumped and he shook his head in defeat, sending fine brown hair flying.

" We can't make it work, there's no way. Give up, Tezuka. "

" We can try. When there's a will, there's a way." Obstinacy shaded his voice.

" Not this time, there isn't." Exasperation.

" There must be a way. "

" There won't be, trust me. "

" ..."

"Some things are meant to be. This isn't one of them. "

" ..."

" Chemistry can't be forced, it won't work. "

" But ..."

The tensai blew out a breath. " No matter how well they get along, Echizen and Momoshiro simply can't play doubles together. It wouldn't work. They just ... do not suit each other. "

" ... "

" Trust me. "

Seigaku' s buchou sighed. " I guess you're right. "

" I know I am." Seigaku's resident tensai smirked as playful annoyance flashed in the other's eyes.

Fuji Syusuke chuckled. Tezuka was just too fun to tease. This would be entertaining.

~Finis~

2/5/2004