Author's Note: I realize that I promised that I'd have Chapter Two up by the end of October, but I realized that Chapter One needed fixed. So I fixed it. And added a bit. If you read this once, please reread it, as there is added dialog and some other stuff. I will have Chapter Two up as soon as possible. I beg your forgiveness. I also have another Prince of Tennis Yaoi fic involving the Fuji brothers and Mizuki. There's also a guest appearance by a random someone in that fic.

Disclaimer: As much as you all love hearing this, no I don't own Prince of Tennis. T-T

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Summary: YAOI. Things were going great between Ryoma and Fuji; until Ryoma found out where Fuji was the night he missed their date . . .

Pairings: Fuji/Ryoma, Mizuki/Fuji, Atobe/Ryoma

Echizen Ryoma was standing by the door of the small sushi restaurant, tapping his foot and glaring into thin air. Fuji was already fifteen minutes late for their date. Ryoma was not someone who liked to be kept waiting. But Fuji usually wasn't late; in fact, as hard as Ryoma tried, he couldn't recall a single occasion when Fuji had been late. He was always on time, if not early.

Why is he late anyway?

Ryoma stood there for a few more minutes, and then decided that if Fuji wouldn't come to him, he would go to Fuji. And so he boarded a bus and headed towards his boyfriend's house.

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Ten minutes later, the bus slowed to a stop, and Ryoma got off and started to walk the short distance to the house. As he walked up the driveway, Ryoma noticed that there was an unfamiliar car in the driveway. That should've been his first clue, but he thought nothing of it. He walked up to the door and knocked. Fuji's sister answered the door.

"Oh, hello Ryoma-kun."

"Is Syusuke here?"

"Yes" the older girl said, nodding. "He's upstairs with . . ."

But Ryoma didn't wait for the rest of the sentence. Vaguely realizing the Yuuta was trying to tell him something, Ryoma ignored him and stormed up the stairs throwing open Fuji's bedroom door. And saw Fuji, lying on the bed . . . with Mizuki. Ryoma's eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene before him. Fuji, his Fuji, was lying on the bed, or rather on Mizuki, kissing him. Mizuki pulled away and Fuji looked up. His eyes widened when he saw his boyfriend staring back at him, face red with rage.

"Ryoma . . ., Koi . . . I-"

"You what!?! Do you have some sort of explanation for, for, for this?" The tensai was still lying there on the bed, his mouth now opening and closing as if to say something. "Koi, this . . ., this isn't what it looks like." Ryoma realized, through his anger, that Mizuki was sitting on the end of the bed, watching and snickering. Considering for a moment, he decided that the best solution would be to tell Yuuta exactly what his friend and his brother were doing up here. Because there was no way in this world or the next that Yuuta had any idea that this was going on. Fuji looked pleadingly at Ryoma. "Koi-" "Don't call me that." The younger boy snapped; fixing the tensai with a glare that could rival Tezuka's. "Ryoma," Fuji continued tentatively, "Ryoma, you have to understand that Mizuki and I . . ., we weren't . . . , we're not . . ." The black haired prodigy continued to glare. "Yes?" Ryoma spat. "This isn't . . ., we didn't . . ." "It sure as hell looked like you did." Ryoma said, promptly turning and walking from the room.

His walk gave way to a brisk run, as he continued down the stairs and out into the night. All the way, thoughts churned up in his head.

He's with Mizuki!

He's been running around behind my back!

No one ran around on Echizen Ryoma. Ryoma continued to run down the street as it started to rain. Noticing a phone booth, he walked in and shoved a hand into his pocket. Digging for a moment, he pulled out a crumpled card that had been attached to the bouquet he had received the previous week. He knew exactly who he was going to call . . .

To be continued in chapter 2 . . .