Hunting for the Right Guy

Summary: Tezuka/OC. Set eight years after junior high. She was looking for love. And then, he came. But is he really the right guy? "I'm not going to argue with an idiot!" He merely cleared his throat. "Are you ignoring me?!"

A/N: I haven't watched/read Prince of Tennis so there might be slight OOC... (silence) All right! They're OOC!!! What else do you want me to admit?! That I murdered my imaginary friend because he was pissing me off? Oops. (NBI personnel dragging her to the questioning room) I DIDN'T DO IT!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I know Tezuka loves me a lot. I love him too. The only problem is: we can't be together because of copyright issues. TALK TO MY LAWYER!!!

Chapter 1

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The life of Kunumitsu Tezuka eight years back was exceptionally different from the way he was living his own life now. It was all about tennis then. But now, as he had finally decided on his own career and had given up with his old 'hobby,' he wouldn't let himself go back change everything. He was happy now.

Nobody knew why he had given up. Echizen Ryoma himself was quite surprised when his old tennis captain suddenly stashed his racket away and buried himself with his books. He simply said that he wanted to 'grow up and it was time for a change.' He had said that he didn't want to stay in one track because he wanted to try something else. Even so, the reason as for why he quit the sport that once became his whole life remained vague and unknown.

Deep brown eyes stared at the mirror as Tezuka adjusted the knot on his tie. He was attending a meeting with the board of members of their company, and he wanted to make a good impression with his boss. Damn with it--he wanted to make things right this time.

Working as a junior manager of a large pharmaceutical conglomerate around Japan, Tezuka had finally settled into living in the city. It was hard at first, to settle by himself and away from his family but somehow, he had learned to manage.

Tezuka was interrupted by a sudden beep of his pager. Turning away from the mirror, he punched the button, scooped the blazer off the rack and left his apartment at once. Minutes later, he was pushing the doors of the AVR room and the whole chamber silenced at once.

He cleared his throat and settled the documents on the conference table. "Let's start this meeting."

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"Miyamoto Satoshi-san, do you accept this woman," the priest chanted as he stared at the couple in front of him in holy matrimony. "...to be your lawfully wedded wife--"

He was cut off when the black-haired man, Miyamoto Satoshi, raised his hand in midair, as if ordering silence. Everyone else in the whole cathedral held their breaths and waited.

"Yui," he panted, as if he was holding his breath for a long while. The girl beside him turned to look with sudden apprehension, her eyebrows creasing together. "I can't marry you."

The whole cathedral was still. What did he just say?

"Satoshi, we're--"

"And I have a confession to make."

There was another set of choking silence.

"Sister!"

Yui shuddered at the sudden flashback that played at the back of her head. Up until now, she couldn't believe that she almost married a freaking guy who couldn't even tell the difference between a man and a woman. Gosh, the memory was haunting her off.

"I still can't believe you almost married a homosexual," Yui's best friend, Arisu Mikajima started as she brought the cup of coffee up to her lips.

They were out for a girl's date, as Yui had suggested so she could forget the horror of the earlier experience regarding that horrible almost-marriage. Thank goodness, Satoshi had admitted right before they were announced bound by the power of God or she would have suffered seven years in hell.

"Please don't hark it back," Yui slumped against the round table.

All she ever wanted was to find the perfect guy. But every time all the handsome princes come her way, they would either be taken or they would be darn homos. Fate was cruel indeed.

"Arisu, am I ugly?" Yui asked while poking the untouched cheesecake with her fork. Yes, she was desperate.

"No."

"Am I fat to the point that it was sickening?"

"Not really."

"Am I not destined to find true love?" She blew the stray of chestnut hair away from her eyes and stared at her best friend intently. Finally leaning in, Arisu replied with a wide smile on her lips.

"I have an idea."

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"Next!"

A blonde guy with thick glasses entered the restaurant. He smiled meekly, revealing his silver braces, flashing Yui's eyes with a painful hint of light. She tugged the hem of Arisu's skirt and the ink-haired girl bent down and listened as Yui whispered against her ear.

"How am I supposed to make out with this guy?"

"But you still didn't have your first kiss." Yui slammed her fist against her best friend's head as she dismissed the twenty-second 'supposed-to-be-a-date' that afternoon. She was losing her nerve and the last string of her patience was slowly giving away.

The stupid blind date idea of Arisu was simply nonsense crap. She was making fun of her and Yui was sure of it. Her heart was never meant to be played with like this! Oh, holy mother of God, bring thy heavens and stars and send her the right guy!

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The meeting was a success and Tezuka was up to celebrate when Fuji suddenly showed up. An old friend from junior high. After all the greeting and 'how have you been's,' the tensai pulled him out of the building, shoved him on the passenger seat of his Seraph and drove off.

"Fuji, can you see the road properly with your eyes closed?" Tezuka suddenly brought up when his driver ignored his previous question about where they were going. He couldn't blame him after all. It has been years since they last saw each other and he was up for a celebration anyway. He might as well enjoy it.

Fuji merely chuckled with his comment as he pulled the car up in front of a large restaurant with a long line of boys loitering near the entrance.

"What is this all about?" The former tennis captain was dumbfounded when the tensai pulled him out and drag him to the end of the line, without saying another word.

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"Are you the last guy?" She was tired and drained. After thirty-five bloody nerdish-looking freaks telling that the sun is actually a star and that Mars is red because of the element iron in its sand, Yui gave up. Arisu excused herself and went out with some blinded, brown-haired boy and she was left alone, inside the whole freaking restaurant with another brown-haired, businessman.

"What do you mean?"

Meanwhile, Tezuka sat there, in front of a chest-nut haired girl, crouched against the cold surface of the round table, still and unmoving. Fuji had left him and went out with some blonde that he assumed to be with this girl's company. They were set for a date, he deduced after Fuji said that sometimes, a certain stoic and serious auburn-haired male needed to lay back and enjoy himself, even for a while.

Draining the glass of wine on the table, he watched the girl heave a long sigh and give out a loud snore. Wait--snore?

"Uh--miss?" he reached out and prodded her awake. Nothing. "Hey, wake up."

"Ungh! Ineemoecay."

"Pardon?"

"More cake!" the girl shouted and the waiters turned to their direction, bewildered. Even so, the girl across him remained motionless and asleep. Tezuka sighed. This is going to be one long night. Blame Fuji for that. He almost wished he didn't run into that old tensai. He merely sighed in disbelief as he carried her on his back and out in the suffocating restaurant. Curse it.

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Yui woke up and instantly sat bolt upright while rubbing the sleep off her eyes. Her other arm ran over the soft futon under--wait, futon? She never woke up in a soft futon before because her bed was a soft mattress. Mattress but not the Japanese-style futon. She looked around, trying to register what was happening, and why she was transported into a different dimension. Is this the Meiji Era?

She checked her watch. 10:44 a.m. Saturday. And then--wait a minute.

"These aren't my clothes." And then, she started to panic.

It wasn't her apartment.

The scent lingering on her nostrils was obviously male's. And it was quite dazzling. She cleared her throat.

She was wearing an oversized button-up shirt with the sleeves pushed up slightly past her elbows and a pair of plaid boxers.

What the--? Did she--? Who was--?

"Argh!" Pushing the blankets off, she scrambled up and bolted for the sliding doors. It really was a traditional Japanese home--or apartment? Whatever it was, it didn't matter. She was pissed off, annoyed, frustrated, and whatever you call all of that in one word.

A rather tall, auburn-haired boy sat cross-legged by the small, square table, his glasses slightly slipping off the bridge of his nose. He was reading the morning newspaper with a mug of coffee.

"You're awake," Tezuka acknowledged when he noticed Yui standing by the threshold. He didn't bother to look up.

"You--" she pointed an accusing finger and marched her way up to the stranger. "What happened last night? You--bastard!" she managed through gritted teeth, trying to stop the tears. She felt violated, and she was exaggerating it, really. She honestly has no idea what really happened last night.

"You really want to know?" he asked while folding the newspaper neatly and settling it down the surface of the table.

And then, he started, "Honestly, I have no idea who you are. Fuji set me up with you and you suddenly fell asleep. Out of courtesy, I brought you here in my house and that's the end of it."

That's it? Yui mused while running a hand at the back of her head in embarrassment. "Who changed my clothes?"

Tezuka merely shrugged. Of course, there was no need to ask the obvious isn't it? "Don't worry. I didn't take advantage of you."

Yui slapped her forehead in dismay. Still, he was a guy. Dammit. He saw. This is gonna be a long, eventful day indeed.