Okay. I decided a sequel would be okay. So... here I am. Aaaaand I don't know what the hell is gonna happen yet. XD I'm winging it guys. Seriously. Throw me some suggestions, please? I'll credit you. Promise. :D

Also! I decided to name this weird series thing (The two drabbles and the two multi-chapter fics) All is Fair in Love and War. :3 I like it.

This fic will kinda sorta be Tezuka's birthday fic. I'm writing him another one too, though. XD

And I don't own Prince of Tennis. :/

"Keigo, I'm worried."

With one leg crossed over the other and hands draped elegantly over his knees, Atobe Keigo leaned forward in his throne-like chair and smirked in that flawless, arrogant way he had. "I never thought I'd hear those words come out of your mouth, Kunimitsu."

Tezuka scowled, a flash of annoyed eyes and an angry twist of his lips.

Atobe held up his hands in a surrendering way (Not that Atobe Keigo ever surrendered) and leaned back in his chair again. "Alright, Alright. Why are you worried?"

Tezuka gazed absent-mindedly across the large bedroom at a dresser that held several framed photos. Photos of the Hyotei team, of Yukimura, of himself, of himself and Yukimura and Atobe all together, several single pictures of Jirou, and a picture of the Atobe family.

"I should of gone to Seiichi..."

Atobe frowned. "Is Ore-sama's advice not good enough for you or something?"

Tezuka sighed and returned his eyes to the diva in front of him. "That's not it, Keigo, and you know it. Seiichi's just better at this kind of thing than you are."

Atobe sighed, all dramatic and typical of him. "Just talk to me, Kunimitsu. It's what I'm here for. Besides, it was you who called me."

Tezuka sighed again and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Syusuke's keeping a secret from me."

A long silence ensued. Tezuka casted his eyes off to the side, hiding the worry that clouded them. Atobe took a long sip of his tea, sat it on the table, leaned back in his comfy chair, and folded his hands in his lap.

Tezuka finally looked at him. "Are you going to say anything?"

Atobe hesitated, but only for a second. "Sanada was talking to me the other day about how Seiichi was keeping a secret from him. And..."

"And what, Keigo?" Tezuka's eyes narrowed.

"And... How he was calling Fuji. A lot. And hanging out with him. Um... A lot."

Tezuka sighed and rubbed his temples lightly. "I noticed, too. I was just trying to ignore it."

"Ignoring it won't help, Kunimitsu."

"I know."

There was another silence, just as awkward and long as the first. Both of them shifted restlessly and sipped their tea, not meeting each other's eyes, or even really looking in each other's direction.

Eventually, Atobe sighed and sat his cup down again. "Are you going to talk to him?"

"Yes. Eventually. Soon. I think."

"It's unlike you to be so indecisive."

Tezuka didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't an indecisive person. That was for sure. He knew exactly what he wanted, when he wanted it, and even how he wanted it. He usually never hesitated to make decisions. He was a captain. A leader. These things all came naturally to him.

So why was this so hard?

"Do you think he's cheating on you?"

He looked up, a frown creasing his brow, and he could practically hear Fuji's voice in his head saying, "You'll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that".

"Excuse me?" The question didn't register in Tezuka's mind until Atobe asked it again.

"Do you think he's cheating on you, Kunimitsu?"

Tezuka blinked. Cheating? It wasn't an idea that completely left his mind. Although Fuji had changed, it wouldn't of been hard to slip back into his old habits. Fuji used to sleep around with any guy who had a pulse. The thought that he could of been doing it again scared him.

"No... I- I don't know." Tezuka tangled his hands into his hair and rested his elbows on his knees. "It's not something to just throw out the window, though."

"But you trust him."

It wasn't a question. "Yes."

A slow smile spread across Atobe's face. "I think it's time for an intervention."

Alrighty. I know that sucked. Like, terribly. I'm still getting the feeling for this writing style back. XD

But I hope you enjoyed it. Please read and review!