Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis I only own "You". Or, well... the person I refer to as "You".

Sometimes, you wish that the first time you met Fuji Syusuke had been the last.

Not to say that you weren't grateful because it was his contribution to your case that had eventually solved it but you could have seriously done without the complications that said contribution came with. The complications that he came with.

The meeting had occurred in a cemetery at Tokyo. You were off-duty and in great need of some sleep or at least coffee but you stayed firm and stood there, in front of the gravestone of Yamada Ryoichiro, a man you didn't know nor particularly cared about.

You stared intently, almost glaring, at the dirt in front of the sacred stone. The soil was looking pretty dry despite it only being Spring-you weren't actually sure what day it was due to being stuck at work for so long but you were sure it was Spring, around April maybe-and it was making you feel tired and dry yourself, not only because you lacked sleep but also because you haven't eaten yet and it was lunchtime.

Personally, you blamed Yamada-san's family. You had all the evidence you needed to prove that the suspect was anything but innocent. Well, all except the body itself. Apparently, the victim was considered missing until proven otherwise which led you to your current problem.

The previous night, you had tried to track down the victim using police dogs and they had led you to the very spot you were standing. You had been just about ready dig up the grave until the Yamada family came, apparently alerted of your intentions by the cemetery keeper.

Of course the family had been anything but okay with you digging up their newly deceased's grave and the barking dogs that smelled the body did nothing to convince them.

"This is a cemetery!" the family's matriarch had said. "Of course the dog would smell dead bodies!"

The family even threatened to sue you and the police force should you go forward with your supposedly unjustified intentions.

You heaved a sigh and looked to the side, wondering exactly how you were going to finish the case.

A click was heard from behind you, causing you to whip around, your hand subtly reaching for the gun in your hidden hostler. There, a few feet from you was a young man holding up a camera.

He pulled the camera from his face and regarded you with a smiling mouth and a pair of smiling eyes which you couldn't really see due to their, well, smiling.

"I'm sorry," the boy spoke. "Did I frighten you? I didn't mean to intrude upon your grief."

Your hand inched away from your gun, just as subtly as it approached. You frowned at the boy. You guessed he was a middle schooler, a high schooler at best but either way, wasn't the kid suppose to be in school right now?

"A little warning would have been preferred but you didn't frighten me too much," you replied with a small smile of your own, just to not come off as too unfriendly. "And don't worry, I don't know Yamada-san so you didn't really intrude on much."

"Ah, that's a relief," the boy said before he approached. He crouched down next to the grave, holding the camera like a gun that's ready to shoot at the first sign of anything suspicious. Well, in his case, anything interesting.

You became uncomfortable as a thought came to you: was he some who came to grieve Yamada-san?

"Um..." you began, rubbing your elbow. "Did you know Yamada-san?"

The boy lowered his camera and turned to you with that smile that never seemed to leave his face. "Not really, I'm just here for the view."

You cocked a brow, urging him to elaborate. You thought you'd entertain yourself with the kid. You were getting nowhere anyway.

The boy's smile widened before he turned back to his camera which he flipped over to scan the screen.

"This is one of the places in Tokyo that has great lighting at all times of the day. It's not so bright that everything captured looks saturated and plastic but not dark enough that the shutter speed has to suffer for it. It's just enough light to highlight everything that should be highlighted," he explained before handing you his camera.

"See?" he asked, pointing to the picture he took of you. You realized he got a profile view of your face. It was actually pretty good and somewhat calming. You could sort of understand what he was trying to say with the light being "just right".

"So, do you usually go here and take pictures of unsuspecting strangers? What if I'd really been mourning? You'll get scolded because of that, you know?" you asked as you returned the camera. The boy laughed.

"Actually, I'm here to take pictures of the grass and flowers that were beginning to bloom on Yamada-san's grave. I got a picture of them on my phone around a week ago and wanted to take another one with my camera," the boy explained before frowning at the grave in wonder. "I wonder what happened to them?"

Your eyes widened. Grass? Flowers?

You examined the grave before you and found nothing but dirt and, from what you knew, the cemetery keepers only cut the grass when it had actually grown a bit and even then they didn't totally remove it.

"Hey," you called the boy with renewed urgency in your voice. The boy seemed to have sensed it too as he regarded you almost curiously.

"Can you send me that picture? The one you took of Yamada-san's grave?"

You were sure that if the kid had actually preferred keeping his eyes open, he would've blinked. He complied nonetheless, albeit with the hesitancy of a kid who didn't know if he did something that could get him in trouble.

An almost predatory grin spread through your face when you scanned the cellphone photo. There it was, Yamada Ryoichiro's grave with newly sprouted grass and daisies. It was just what you needed.

You quickly pocketed your phone and regarded the boy with a wide grin.

"Thanks a lot, Kid! I'll make sure to treat you for this next time!" you told him before running off, not really bothering to look at the boy.

In retrospect, you're actually quite glad that you hadn't.

Because if you had actually taken the time to look, you might've learned earlier that his eyes were blue.

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-Iggy