My Husband

+ A Prince of Tennis and Death Note Crossover

+ Yagami Light and Tezuka Kunimitsu

WARNING: This story contains sexually explicit content in its upcoming chapters. Not suitable for underage readers. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: Crimson or MrEvilEyes do not own Death Note, Prince of Tennis or its characters. We make no profit out of this story. We only own Yagami Niha and Tezuka Miyuki.

A Collaboration between Crimson and MrEvilEyes.

Chapter 1 – Lonely Lives

Xxxxx Niha's POV.

"Aaaaah!!" I screamed the alarm sounded. It was a new day. I looked at my left and found that he was gone. Yagami Light. My husband. World famous Japanese detective. I sighed and got out of bed. Nothing unusual. Lately, he's been out working too hard. Me? I'm a writer who hasn't written for over a year. My name is Yagami Niha. Earlier, known as Kazamatsuri Niha. However, this still happens to be my pen name. I'll turn twenty-three this winter.

As I got out of bed, I stumbled towards the closet rubbing my eyes, yawning and stretching 'I've turned really lazy!' I thought and opened the closet. It was cold early today. A morning others found serene I, on the other hand, thought it was lonely. I grabbed the first thing I got my hands on and pulled it over my head.

A familiar human scent filled my lungs made me giddy. I slowly savored it. I sighed. 'Seems like I put on Light's shirt!' I slowly hugged myself, trying hard to remember his touch, his voice, the look in his eyes…as I breathed his scent, memorizing it. Looking down, as if my feet were the most interesting thing in the world, I hugged myself tighter.

"…Light" I whispered.

Drowning myself in his thoughts, I dragged myself for another day.

Xxxxx Miyuki's POV

I sighed as I noticed that the eggs were burnt. Scraping the contents off the pan, I emptied the contents into the bin. "He's been gone for a long while now," I murmured to myself as I got another couple of eggs out of the fridge.

I trudged around the kitchen, pulled some dishes out of the closet and laid out breakfast for myself. I played with the eggs on my plate for a long while but got up and snatched my phone from the side table. ' I think I should try again. Let's hope…' I thought and called his cell phone again. It rang endlessly. I let out another sigh and was about to disconnect the call when suddenly –

"This is the voice mailbox of Tezuka Kunimitsu. I'm sorry I can't reach you at the moment but if you have a message for me, please leave it after the beep."

" I-um- are you doing well? Have you been eating? You did well in your last match, I was watching. It was nice. Hope you get back soon. Bye," I put the phone down and went to my bedroom.

I am Tezuka Miyuki. I previously worked as a journalist under my maiden name, Sakamote Miyuki. As you may have guessed, I'm married to Tezuka Kunimitsu, the world renowned tennis player. I turned twenty-three this summer.

Xxxxx Niha's POV

"Shit!" I cursed as I accidentally dropped a perfume bottle. I bent down to pick up the shards but it cut my finger, "Ouch!"

The blood seeped out of my finger and I sucked on it. The taste of iron filled my mouth. I cursed again and put on my black blouse. I fixed my skirt, took my wallet and glanced at myself in

the mirror one last time and set out to the grocery store.

Xxxxx Miyuki's POV

I glanced at my watch for the millionth time in ten minutes. It wasn't like I was waiting for someone. I'd just got into this habit recently. I walked slowly toward the grocery store. Maybe grocery shopping would take my mind off things. It's not like I had anything better to do anyway…

I continued walking at me own pace and entered the store noiselessly. I picked up random stuff before I knew it, I found myself towards the aisle that was meant for fruits. Picking up some bananas and oranges, I couldn't resist once again, thinking of my husband. I don't like fruits myself but Tezuka-san absolutely love all sorts of fruits. He used to ridicule me for my dislike of fruits earlier.

I blinked back my tears coming to my eyes and reached for the last peach in the crate.

"Oh!" I saw another hand reaching for the peach. "That's my peach!" I said as I looked up to see a purple-haired woman. "Miyuki!" The woman squealed. I wondered if I'd seen her before. She certainly looked familiar. The woman pointed her right index finger in a particular manner to her face and tilted her head to the left. And before I knew it, torrents of high school memories came rushing to me.

"Ni…ha?!" I said and Niha hugged me and exclaimed, "So you do remember!"

"Of course, I do," I said beaming, "How could I forget you!?"

Xxxxx Niha's POV

I couldn't believe I was meeting her after this long. 'Her' of all people. She looked different now. She was frail and tired looking. One look ar her gave me the impression that she was unhappy.

"How've you been?" I smiled, "It's been five long years!"

"Yeah, I know!" replied Miyuki, "Famous writer huh? I've read most of your books. I heard you're writing a new one right now. What's it about?"

"Wait until you read it! It should be ready by the end of this year," I lied.

"Okay! I'll read it then," grinned Miyuki. "I heard you're married now. You mentioned it in your Author's Note, I think."

I looked down unhappily and nodded, "Yeah, I am married."

"Aha! I want to meet your husband!" said Miyuki happily, "You still haven't told me his name though!"

"I haven't? Oh his name is Yagami Light. He's a detective."

"Awesome! Soooo cool!" Miyuki chimed excitedly.

"So, Tezuka huh?" I asked with a wink, "Never thought you'd marry a sports star. You weren't into sports…EVER!"

"Yeah, I know. It's a long story," she said with a sigh, "Tell you later. You've colored your hair, I see"

"Yeah I told you I would, didn't I?" I gazed upwards, lifting my right index finger to my lips in a thoughtful manner.

"How long has it been purple then?" Miyuki inquired.

"Hmm…maybe about three years now?"

"Great! It looks really fresh..."

"That's because I recently had a touch up done! Sparkly purple, isn't it?!" I replied playfully.

"Is that so?" Miyuki asked curiously. She turned around suddenly and gasped, "HEY! The peach is gone!" She looked around saw a kid running away with it to his mother, "Mamaaaaa! I want this one!"

I giggled, "Don't go arguing with kids now," Holding back Miyuki, our eyes met. I gave her a smirk. She looked as if she'd lost something she had the right to have.

"I see you were going to," Miyuki looked away and blushed I embarrassment, "You'll never change, will you?"

At the Coffee shop –

Xxxxx Miyuki's POV

I stared at Niha throwing in four sugar cubes in her coffee. "You know," I started, "You haven't changed much either"

Niha nodded affirmatively, "Yeah, looks like it. Anyway, how's your married life goin'? The newspapers didn't give a lot out as to how you two met. It just said you were his longtime girlfriend"

"Longtime?" I asked raising an eyebrow, "Whichever journalist wrote that article have got their facts all wrong!"

"So you aren't his longtime girlfriend? What's going on!?" Niha asked confused. She looked at me intently, her gray eyes questioning me.

I sighed and fidgeted with my spoon stirring my coffee, "I married him…within a month of knowing him."

"Whaaaaat!?" Niha gasped. "Come again!?" Niha looked around to see all eyes on her. She quieted down and coughed. As she calmed down, she began, "Oh my God! Just a month of knowing him?That's not like you!"

"Hmm…yeah," I said, faking a smile, "even though I'm not the kind who'd believe in such things, it was love at first for us," I beamed.

"Okay! Stop riiight there!" Ordered Niha , "Love at first sight?What's up with you!?"

"Why? Is something wrong with that?"

"Weren't you the one who always scoffed at those 'love-at-first-sight' and 'love-is-blind' kind of people? You always said, 'Love at first sight? What a load of crap!' "

"Yeah, well, I guess it was different this time," I explained. Watching my cup of coffee intently.

"E-LA-BO-RATE!" she ordered again, sounding interested.

"Let's see…" I began, my voice trailing off.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx FLASHBACK xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

A year ago-

At the Tokyo Tennis Stadium- first row.

"I can't believe you brought me along to this stupid match!" I growled at my friend, Nakamura Yuko, sports journalist for the same newspaper I work for.

"This is a tennis match between the two of the best players in the world!" She squealed excitedly, "How can you not want to be here!?"

"Because! I am an ENTERTAINMENT journalist! My job is covering celebrities! Not tennis stars!"

"So? Well, you've come to the match now, haven't you? Just quietly enjoy it now."

"Damn it! I'm wasting time! I could be making money covering events right now!"

"Shhhh!!!" She waved her hand at my face impatiently as the players walked on to the court.

I watched uninterestedly as Tezuka Kunimitsu came in, looking stern. His opponent, Chris Roland Jr. entered with a smirk. I leaned back and whispered into Yuko's ear, "Um…who am I supposed to be supporting?"

"You support whoever you want to! I'm supporting my beloved Tezuka-san."

I looked at him. He was looking at his opponent. He seemed to have said something that offended the guy. Chris Roland Jr. looked as if he was going to throw the racquet at Tezuka. But Tezuka seemed aloof about the whole thing. "What's so great about him anyway?" I pouted.

"That Gaijin is cuter. Tezuka looks old. How old is he anyway?"

"He's twenty-three," replied Yuko, "He was already a National level player by the time he was thirteen."

"Hmm…awesome!" I said in a bored tone.

The match started. I yawned and tried hard to stop myself from running out of that place. Tennis balls flew here and there. I rested my elbows on my knees and supported my chin on my palms. I tried to make sense out of everything that was going on the court. Tennis, like any other sport, didn't come to me in any way.

"Game to Tezuka!" announced the referee. I yawned again and looked at Tezuka. His face was beaded with sweat and to this day, I don't know why, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw him like that. Even though I had earlier called him 'old', he didn't he didn't seem in the least old to me now. Okay, maybe that's an overstatement. He still looked old, but hot too. Now, I don't know how to say this without sounding crass. So, just understand, will you?

I gazed at him, utterly mesmerized. I didn't care much about the game. Yuko kept going bonkers over something called, 'Drop shot' and 'Tezuka-zone'. I admit, I have absolutely no idea what any of this meant. I just stared at him as the wind blew his hair and he gracefully swung his racquet around. His movements so fluid, his image was burned in the back of my head. I had to speak to this Godly being! I don't know how the time went by. Before I knew it the match was over.

"Tezuka-san won! Tezuka-san won!" Yuko jumped up and down next to me, hugging me hard.

"Um…Yuko…is-does Tezuka have a girlfriend?" I questioned, still drinking in the sight of him.

"Girlfriend? No, I don't think so…" said Yuko scratching her chin thoughtfully. "But why do you want to know?" she asked me but I was already running after him.

Tezuka walked back to the changing room, still looking aloof. I followed him, along with a dozen other media persons. We were stopped by the huge bodyguards guarding the entrance to the changing rooms. I whipped out my media card and screamed- "Let me through! I'm from Nihon Times! I'm here to interview Tezuka! Now move it!" I yelled pushing through the crowd filled with sweaty, ugly, fat reporters putting people like me to shame. I finally pushed away a timid looking girl from our rival newspaper.

'I'll be screwed if I'm caught!' I thought, praying fervently for my plan to work, No…IT BETTER WORK!

One of the surly guards looked at me curiously and said, "You there, Miss!" I looked up, "You talking to me?"

"Yeah, one from 'Nihon Times.' You can go in…the rest can wait."

"Ahh! Arigatou Gozaimasu!" I smiled and moved in but a huge hand blocked my way.

"Now what?" I asked the guard irritably .

"Press card please."

"Oh well, here you go!" I forced a smile as I handed him my press card, a vein popping on my forehead. He read it carefully. Geez…all it said was 'Sakamoto Miyuki, Age-22, Employer – Nihon Times Occupation- Reporter' and our logo at the back.

He studied it and said "You can go now," he handed me my press card, "Tezuka-san would like to see you."

"Thanks!" I waved and went in, heaving a sigh of relief.

I moved noiselessly around the large changing room. Apparently, Tezuka had his own changing room. As I made my way down the lonely corridor, I wondered what he was calling me alone in his changing room for. I blushed furiously at the thought and continued walking.

On reaching Tezuka's room, I rapped on the door loudly. The door swung open and I gulped. His hair was wet and I swallowed loudly.

"Hey," He greeted, "Come on in,"

Author's Note:

Thanks all for taking the time to read our story! Hope you enjoyed it so far sorry for the bad cliffhanger but you see...I was out of time...I'll add more soon!

Until then!

Ja neee!!

~ Crimson