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Chapter 1

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It was a nice morning when Fuji decided to take a walk in the park where the sakura buds are beginning to bloom in the spring breeze. He always liked how the streets become satiated with pinkness in this season.

He was walking down the lane with his usual blissfully flawless smile on his feministic petite face when a sight before him made his eyes flickered with somewhat irritation.

Yukimura was sitting on a bench, leaning against Rokkai Chu's tennis vice-captain's well-toned shoulders. A second later-whatever the love birds formed with their mouths that Fuji couldn't discer- Sanada stood up and walked away, leaving Yukimura leaning back on the bench's backrest smiling.

Fuji was on the verge of turning around when Yukimura spotted him and called out his name, loud enough so Fuji couldn't not hear. Fuji looked to Yukimura and fakely brightened his smile. "Yukimura."

Yukimura had stood up to walked over to Fuji in the process. Now, they both were only a few feet apart. "What are you doing here alone, Fuji?" Yukimura had said that word with a smirk that couldn't be missed by the genius himself.

"Nothing, is there a reason for me not to take a walk in this beautiful ravine?" Fuji shot back.

Yukimura smiled with the same intensity as Fuji. "I didn't say that."

Fuji chuckled dryly. "Really now."

"You're not with anyone?" Yukimura faked a surprised tone.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing, I just thought you'd be with someone, but I guessed not.." Yukimura waved off.

"I could be." Fuji narrowed his eyes. He was damn sure what Yukimura meant. They had been on rivalry terms ever since the teams met on occasions and Yukimura was always on the roll for irritating Fuji with his intimate relationship with Sanada. Yukimura and Sanada never minded their relationship in public. Although Fuji and Tezuka was a couple, Tezuka didn't like publicity. That's just how it was.

"Even though our beauty rivals, you can never prevail in the realm of love and Genichirou always spoils me." Fuji rolled his eyes inwardly at Yukimura's attempt in making him jealous. Funny thing was, Yukimura succeeded.

Fuji kept silent.

"I bet Tezuka doesn't love you enough to give you a kiss in public. Your charms are getting rusty on your buchou, ne?" Yukimura grinned confidently.

"Tsk. What makes you think that? If it concerns you that much, I'll show you that I can do more than what you can." Fuji's head was topping like a volcano. He was at lost for cool demeanor and patient.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you do it first before say it?" Just then, Sanada appeared beside Yukimura. To prove what he can do, Yukimura pulled Sanada down for a fervent kiss before breaking apart. "Well, we'll see you at practice meet on Friday." With that Yukimura and Sanada left with their hands twined into each other.

'Arhh!! Stupid Yukimura! Stupid kiss! Stupid Tezuka' Fuji stood rooted on the spot; eyes burning with raw agitation. His eyes screamed with flames as he looked after the trailing away couple. 'It's all Tezuka's fault!' He screamed inside his head.

Oo, that Yukimura always liked to pick on his nerve.

Well, that was what happened yesterday. This morning, Fuji had skipped morning practice. His sister did the courtesy to call in for an apparently believable reason. Even at school, none of the regulars have clashed with Fuji for the whole school hours, except for Eiji whose energetic self was depleted completely when after school practice came.

Everyone was present at the lined up before their buchou, stern-looking as always.

When Tezuka's watch hit 4:30 flat, he looked up from the clipboard and looked around for head count. "Where's Fuji?" Tezuka asked the whole team, expecting at least one would know the answer.

Murmurs were heard when Tezuka cleared his throat to get their collective attentions. Tezuka sent the non-regulars for laps, keeping his regulars around.

"Oy, Eiji-sempai, something up?" Momoshiro asked at the low-morale acrobatic player.

"Eh? Nothing, Momo." Eiji sighed heavily.

Oishi moved to stand beside his double partner. "Eiji, do you know where Fuji is? You were with him the whole day right?"

"Yeah, but..." The others looked at him, confused. "He didn't talk to anyone. And when our English teacher asked him to solve a problem on the board, Fujiko opened his eyes and the teacher fainted on the spot."

"…Is that…possible?" Echizen asked, surprised what their resident sadistic tensai can do,

"Nya, Ochibi. There's more than that. Fujiko is super scary when he's in a bad mood." Eiji dramatically wailed as he latched onto the smaller boy.

"So, Fuji-sempai is in a bad mood?" Echizen asked and Eiji nodded quite dejectedly.

"Poor Eiji-sempai." Momoshiro sighed defeated, feeling sorry for his sempai having to keep up with Fuji for the whole day.

Tezuka was about to assigned laps to the regulars when Inui beat him to it. "Here comes Fuji."

Everyone looked toward the locker room to see Fuji approaching them with the darkest aura emitting dangerous around him with his piercing blue eyes adding to the effect.

The first thing Fuji did was scanning through his teammates with his eyes, scrutinizing them as if they will become dead men for sure. "Why is everyone standing around doing nothing?" Fuji asked with his calm, but seriously deadly tone.

"Ah, Fu-Fujiko." Eiji gulped loudly, earnings looks from the others. "We-We were just-just waiting for you-you."

"That's right Fuji-sempai." Kaido decided to help out his scared sempai, apparently feeling guilty for letting Eiji putting up with the talking.

"What Mamushi said." Momoshiro perched in.

"Ii data! Momoshiro and Kaido are agreeing." Inui whipped out his notebook and began scribbling.

"Fsshh…" Somehow, Kaido's habitual hiss came out wrong to Momoshiro's ears.

"What was that, you stupid mamushi?"

Taken back by the sudden outburst, Kaido's left eye twitch. The word 'stupid' irritated him. "You want a fight? You peachy momo!"

Peachy? The hell? "Did you just call me pussy?" Momo cringed and yelled back.

"Now you are deaf?" Kaido blatantly replied, crossing his arms across his chest as the glowered at Momoshiro.

"That's it! You are so gonna--"

Tezuka's lips twitched irritatingly with his eyes narrowed at the two childish regulars in front of him. Oishi panicked nervously, sweating profusely as he observed the situation.

"Everyone! 50 LAPS NOW! You two, 100!" The thunderous voice bellowed out, sending Goosebumps to the regulars who were scurrying into the laps as soon as the voice reached their ears. Even Oishi stumbled into running.

Seconds later, only scribbling noise could be heard and a few inaudible 'Ii data' came from Inui. His glasses would scintillate a few times.

Annoyed with the noise disturbing the awkward silence, the thunderous voice bellowed out again. "Inui!"

"H-hai." Inui stuttered out as a result from a few muscle contractions in his heart that made him beat so hard to the point where people would called it being intimidated. He closed his notebook quick and prepared to run the laps when he was called back by the same thunderous voice. "Do you need something Fuji?"

"Your notebook." A precise reply came. Fuji's hand reached out and Inui reluctantly handed the object over to the pale hand before taking off without any arguments.

Silence followed. A few panting was heard when the regulars and non-regulars jogged by. Tezuka kept his cool, deciding that it'd be best to keep quiet.

TBC

AN: I have this chapter in my folder since forever. I figured that I won't be able to type up a chapter to my Sequel any time soon, so I hope this will bring some entertainment in my absence. If there are enough people who want this story to continue, I will abandon my other incomplete stories (except for the Sequel) to complete this one. If not, I'll just let this story linger around until I get in the mood of finishing this after the others. So...did anyone guess who the thunderous voice belong to?