Heal Me

Disclaimer: I don't own PoT, cause if I did I sure would have had to hook a few couples up! Mmmm yoai!

A/N: I just started writing fan fiction and PoT is my first attempt. I know they are a bit OOC at the moment, let me get into the swing of things.

-Enjoy-

The sun cast its last rays over the two boys drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as the yellow blur, that only vaguely resembled a tennis ball, whizzed back and forth across the net. Serve, return, slice, backhand, forehand, lob, slam, forehand, backhand, slice, the game went back and forth for what seemed an eternity. Neither boy used techniques that they had gathered throughout the time they had played tennis. To them it was a lazy game, just a set of volleys, but to the small crowed that had gathered it looked like they were watching a match at the U.S. Open.

Not a single person was blinking, and surely none of them had realized that they were holding their breath. And finally, as the taller of the two boys seemingly stepped in the wrong direction the blur came screeching to a halt against the fence. Both boys stood where they were, holding their positions for a moment before registering back into the real world. As they approached the net they were only minutely aware of the crowed dispersing talking rapidly about what they had just witnessed.

"You let me have that point sempi." The smaller boy said as he pulled his cap just a little further down to cover his eyes. Although his shirt was sweat soaked and his chest was taking in air more rapidly than normal, he sounded as if he had only taken a brisk walk.

"Saa…" the other one left the word dangle in the air for a moment, "did I?" a devilish grin played upon his lips as he reached over the net to shake the other's hand. "Say, Ryoma, let's get something to drink and out of the spotlight." He said glancing at the few manic looking girls that still eyed them with a fearful mixture of admiration and pure insanity.

""The Great Fuji" doesn't want to be in the spot light." Ryoma muttered as they turned to the benches to put away their rackets. Fuji chuckled as he stripped his shirt to change to another. Behind them they could hear the squeals of excitement coming from the girls who had stayed around.

"I never said that now did I?" he laughed pulling on a clean shirt. Ryoma at least had the decency to attempt to keep himself covered as he changed. "I just didn't want my poor Ryo-chan to get mauled is all." Ryoma stopped what he was doing to glare at Fuji, a look that would have made normal people think twice about what they said, but Fuji wasn't a normal person. In fact, all he did was smile innocently back at the younger boy.

The two finished gathering their things in silence, Ryoma just plain annoyed at Fuji's comment and Fuji wondering what his next move would be, how to taunt his pray next. For him it was a game, a good game to pass the time. It was always so amusing to see the young Ryoma fluster at his words.

They walked in silence to the vending machine, fed it their money, and drank their drinks deeply. Fuji watched Ryoma out of the corner of his eye as the boy sat on a bench and watched the courts below as they began to light up. He looked… content at least that was Fuji's observation.

Ryoma had started out as nothing more than something to entertain him, as all the members of Seigaku were at one point in time. However, as time wore on he began to understand that he enjoyed playing with Ryoma a little more than he did anyone else. It was a thought that had startled him at first, but not being one to worry too much about matters of the heart, he let it go thinking that if it was meant to be the so be it. He continued to torment the boy, but Ryoma never told him to stop so it was all fair, right?

They sat together on the bench for a while, not talking, just watching the matches that continued below them. Finally Ryoma turned to Fuji and thanked him for the match before turning back to watch the scene.

"Ne, Ryoma?" Fuji whispered. When Ryoma turned to face him Fuji's face was a little too close for comfort. He wanted to back away but found that the best way to deal with Fuji was to just put up with his antics head on. "Ne, Ryoma," he repeated, "what do you think about me?"

He couldn't help it, Ryoma laughed. "I think you are overbearing, annoying, and insane." He replied. Fuji lifted his hand to caress one of Ryoma's cheeks bringing a slightly pink tinge to his face.

"Is that all?" He whispered. Ryoma couldn't help the fact that he was as flustered as he was. Fuji was in his personal space, his eyes were open and staring him down. Fuji wasn't bad looking either, it was easy to mistake the slim body and gentle facial features for a girl. He opened his mouth to talk but couldn't form a single word.

Before he knew what was happening Fuji's lips lightly touched the corner of his mouth. It wasn't a kiss exactly, but he had certainly been kissed in a way. His face turned a deep red as he tried to back away only to lose his balance on the bench and fall. Fuji made a habit of toying with him, but never like this.

"Oh! Sorry." Fuji exclaimed as he stood up and held a hand out for Ryoma who waved it away and got up on his own.

"I should be going." Ryoma said still in half shock as he grabbed his bag and walked to the stair. The wind had picked up and Ryoma was happy for its cooling breeze which helped to calm his screaming nerves. What the hell happened back there? He thought. He was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he never saw Fuji step in front of him.

For a moment the only thing that existed in the world was the two boys standing at the edge of a random stairwell in Japan. Fuji refused to let his gaze leave Ryoma. "I-I'm so-"

"-Makio wouldn't do that!" a girl exclaimed as she knocked into Ryoma. The boy fell forward into Fuji who in turn lost his balance. For the second time in less than five minutes time stopped as Fuji's hand barely missed the center railing. His body went tumbling down the stairs like a child's rag doll. Ryoma watched in horror as his back hit the stairs, his body jumped back up just enough to do it three more times before stopping three steps from the bottom.

"Fuji!" Ryoma yelled as he ran down the stairs taking them two and sometimes three at a time. He stopped just above Fuji and grimaced. His right leg was twisted in a very unnatural position; his eyes were closed in a way that would have been normal had Ryoma not seen the accident. "Fuji!" Ryoma yelled again hoping that he would open his eyes and say 'just kidding' but he didn't.

Ryoma looked up the stairs to the girl that had run into him. She stood there with both hands over her mouth; a gaggle of girls, her friends presumably, were standing there all with mixed expressions of shock written on their faces.

"You!" Ryoma pointed to the girl that had run into him, "call an ambulance." The girl didn't move for a moment, she just stood there looking at the boy lying on the ground. "Now!" Ryoma roared knocking her back to reality. She nodded her head and pulled out a cell phone while one of her friends ran to get some ice, water, anything that would help bring Fuji back to consciousness.

"Always the graceful one, until you fall down the stairs." Ryoma muttered trying to act tough, trying to pretend that the situation wasn't getting to him. "Baka! Why did you try to stop me?"

A/N: Short I know. I will try to make them longer, promise. Reviews will help me fell more motivated to write though. Let me know what you thin and perhaps even what you want to see.