A story based on a song I really like; "Troubled Soul". I listened to it and then a plot-bunny slipped into my head and told me I had to write this. It starts after the nationals, but before the players are off to high school.

Warnings: slash, maybe a littlebit OOC hope you don't mind to bad.
Pairings: Perfect, Imperial, Marui/Fuji (eventually) and maybe some more

Chapter 1

It was a nice Saturday afternoon in Tokyo. And although the sun wasn't shining and the forecast said that there would be rain., it wasn't particularly cold. The regulars of Seigaku had had an extra training session. Because become the National Champions was one thing, but staying on that spot was a whole other story.

The training was over and most of the players had already changed into their normal clothes and went home before the rain would start to pour. In fact, the only two people who were still there were Tezuka and Fuji. There seemed to be a comfortable silence, while they put on their clothes. Fuji was the first to finish and he turned himself towards Tezuka. He in turn looked at him sternly. "You go already", he spoke in a calm manner. "I have to settle some things around here, furthermore it is going to rain soon and I don't want you to catch a cold". Fuji opened his mouth to say something, but one look from Tezuka was enough to make him close it again. He took up his stuff and after a brief kiss on his boyfriend's lips, he left the locker room.

Outside the wind was gaining and dark clouds were gathering. The rain would surely come soon. While he was waking home, Fuji rehearsed the English words he had to learn for a test on Monday. But he got stuck again an again at the same point. It annoyed him to no end. Quickly he went searching for his textbook in his bag. "I has to be in here somewhere", Fuji mumbled. But after going through his book bag three times in a row, he had to conclude that chances were big that his book was still at school. 'Well, if I'm fast, Mitsu is still at school and hasn't closed of yet, so I will be able to get my book'. With that thought in mind, he sprinted back to school. At his arrival there he saw that the lights in the locker room were still on. 'Thank you kami-sama, I'm in time'.

He walked in the direction of the locker room. Right at the moment het wanted to open the door, he heard muffled sounds coming from inside. Bumping, mumbling and – Fuji quirked an eyebrow – moaning?

Carefully he opened the door a little bit and stuck his head around the corner. To see what was going on. De scene that was unfolded in front of him, shocked him. There, pressed against the wall of the locker room, was Tezuka. In what seemed like a passionate embrace with Atobe. Both of them had lost their shirts some time ago and at the moment Atobe was quite busy marking Tezuka as his own. In surprise and due to the shock of Tezuka cheating on him, Fuji pushed the door away. It slammed against the wall with full force. This noise was enough to stop the two in their activities and let them turn their faces towards the door. When they saw Fuji standing over there, they reluctantly let go of each other, but both of them showed no sign of putting on some clothes again. Fuji was nailed at his spot, tears were pricking in his eyes. He could not and would not believe this was happening. But there was the evidence, right in front of his eyes.

"W-why?", Fuji stuttered, he seemed to have recovered his voice. "Yes, why, why? I think I did it because I enjoyed it". The indifference with which he said it hurt Fuji deep in his heart. "But I thought you loved me?" Tears were running freely down his cheeks. "Maybe, at some point, in some far past. It was nice to have you as company until I had found real love. And I think I truly have found that right now, so you can go now." He pointed with his han in the direction of the door. But Fuji wasn't about to leave. The words Tezuka had just spoken to him were still hummed through his head. "Fuji. Get out!". The hard, irritated voice of Tezuka made him jump from his thoughts. With one last desperate look he tried to convince himself that this wasn't happening. But the only thin that he saw, were two people who lost themselves in each other and for whom the world around them could fade.

As fast as he could he grabbed his bag which he had dropped during the events and sprinted out of the locker room. Desperately blinking his eyes he ran right through the pouring rain across the school grounds. He didn't care anymore if he would get wet, he didn't care if there was a chance he would get sick. His heart was broken and for the time being the glue that could mend the pieces together was far away.

Right at the time he ran through the gates, he saw in the corner of his eye a haze of pinkish-red hair. For a split-second he was curious for who it was, but it disappeared as fast as it had come. He ran further, into the storm that was sure to come that night.

A/N Hope it wasn't to bad, it will get better though, I hope ^_^''. Nice comments are always welcome, constructive critasism is appriciated, but flames will only be used to roast marshmellows. R&R