And here's the fic you've all been waiting for~. Inspired by "This is Why You Don't Love Me" and "It's Not That I Hate You" plus a few other people who've been nudging me in the right direction, here's "Don't Assume I Don't Love You".
Tezuka was decidedly relaxed at the dull sounds of tennis balls ricocheting off the clay courts and onto the strings of a racket. He could hear shouts of compliments and laughter. Every so often, he'd hear an excited yell of "Burning!" come from Taka-san. And if he listened close enough, he could hear Oishi's "Good job, Eiji," And Eiji's response of "Hoi hoi!"
But there was one thing missing. That soft whisper of a voice. A voice that, back in the day, would be coming from beside him. A voice that would be speaking quiet words about how the team was doing spectacularly and how they were going to go to Nationals again this year and they were going to win, ne Tezuka? ...Sometimes, Tezuka had found himself struggling to pay attention to just what that soft voice was actually saying and not just the musical tune itself.
He turned around suddenly and touched Eiji's shoulder, who'd just finished his match and was passing behind Tezuka. "Kikumaru. Do you know where Fuji went off to? He has seemed to of skipped out on practice again."
Eiji blinked his wide blue eyes, then rubbed the back of his neck and glanced off. "Do you even have to ask anymore, Buchou?" He knew exactly what Fuji was up to. He knew exactly what one of his closest friends was. But, unlike Tezuka, he didn't abandon him.
Tezuka simply raised an eyebrow, still wanting the answer to his question.
"I saw him going over towards the back building with some guy. I didn't recognize him. He looked too old to go here... Might of been from the high school, but I don't know."
Tezuka closed his eyes, dropped his arms from Eiji's shoulder, and took a deep breath. "Right. Okay."
This was a tough situation for him. He honestly didn't want to see Fuji when he was whoring himself out, let alone drag him to practice. But he wasn't going to make any other member of the team do what was his job.
"Go ahead and keep practicing." Tezuka said quietly. "Tell Oishi I'll be right back."
With a small nod, Eiji left, looking a little bit concerned. Tezuka turned and walked in the general direction of the back building. He figured it wouldn't take long to find his team-mate. Fuji had gotten predictable. He could easily be found in only a handful of places around the grounds. And he happened to be in the first place Tezuka checked. He turned the corner, and it wasn't very hard to spot him from there, under the Sakura trees with the pink petals falling around them.
Fuji was standing on his tip-toes, body pressed against some guy's. He had his hands tangled in the guy's hair and the guy had his tongue down the prodigy's throat.
Tezuka immediately felt sick to his stomach, just like he did every time he found Fuji in this type of situation.
Tezuka cleared his throat quietly and tilted his chin up in that way that just screamed authority. "Fuji Syusuke, if you don't go get on one of those tennis courts and start practicing right this second, you will lose your spot as a Regular and maybe even be off the team." His voice was even and calm, and it honestly shocked himself.
Fuji didn't seem the slightest surprised. He pulled away from the guy, licked his lips, and turned his head to stare at Tezuka with sparkling eyes. "Of course, Buchou." He turned back to look at the guy and smiled. "I'm sorry, Takahashi-Sempai. It seems I have to go."
The man smiled and ran his hands down Fuji's side and let them rest on his hips. "That's fine. It's tennis that keeps your body this damn sexy, right?"
Fuji smirked a little and leaned up to nibble on Takahashi's (At least Tezuka was assuming that was his name) neck. "I'll see you later, then. Don't wait up for me."
By the time Fuji turned around to walk away, Tezuka had already started to leave. He could stand watching anymore. It made him feel sick.
"Oi, Tezuka." Fuji called out softly and jogged a little to catch up.
Tezuka ignored him and kept walking.
"Tezuka!" Fuji grabbed Tezuka's wrist to stop him.
Tezuka easily slipped his wrist from Fuji's grasp and looked him straight in the eye. "You listen to me, Fuji. If you skip out on practice again for any reason less then your family dying, then you will be kicked off the regulars. Do you understand? I do not want to catch you behind a building with your tongue down someone's throat while you're suppose to be with the rest of your team."
Fuji stared at him for a moment. "I understand, Buchou." His voice was cold and unhappy. As he shifted past Tezuka to head to the courts, he paused and smirked flirtatiously over his shoulder at him. "You know, you could get a piece of this," He ran his hands down his sides and hips, "as well."
"I do not want a piece of anything that has been touched by every single guy in Tokyo." Tezuka replied stiffly. He walked past the tensai and towards the court, calling out to the team to get ready for drills.
That was exactly why he didn't want anything to do with his old friend. He was afraid of being treated as just another guy.
I hope you liked the first chapter! Stay tuned for the nest one. 3