Disclaimer: Not mine. They're technically my employees, you see...

Warning: Most are drabble length (100-500 words) but some might duck that range and exceed by a few hundred more. FujixRyoma focus, and ideas usually based off of challenges unless otherwise noted.

Author's Notes: Just to show that I have not been sitting on my ass, letting my FujiRyo muses grow old and moldy, here's the beginning of a drabble collective whose main purpose is to entertain and amuse. Nothing is canon (even though the animators would like to make us think otherwise) and the things left unsaid can be interpreted any which way.

Requested on LJ by sapphira (underscore) angel, otherwise known as Luna Crescent;.
Parameters as follows: "They paired me up with who?"

Doujinshi Circles
by kasugai gummie

"What are you reading, Fuji-senpai?"

"Hmm? Ah, Echizen." The much-amused smile transferred itself smoothly from the black and white pages to the vaguely curious expression on Echizen Ryoma's face. "It's a doujinshi. Would you like to see?"

"Dou-jin-shi?"

The smile widened. "Mmn. You didn't have these in America did you?"

Large tawny eyes blinked unhurriedly. "Obviously not."

Fuji chuckled softly, patting the empty seat next to him invitingly. "A doujinshi is a fan-made comic," he explained, holding the book up so that his younger teammate could see better.

"It's very amusing actually. Although, in this particular book, I personally think the lines need to be cleaner, but Osakada said that this was her first official attempt as a circle artist anyway—"

Ryoma stared.

"—However, I think her portrayal is very accurate too, don't you think?"

Fuji paused and waited for his kouhai's reaction.

A tense silence wrapped itself around the two tennis prodigies before being broken by a strangled murmur.

"......... Fuji-senpai...."

"Yes?"

"Is that me on the cover?"

"The likeness is remarkable."

"And is the spiky-haired guy supposed to be Momo-senpai?"

"Yes."

Silence reigned once more.

".......... why's his hand up my shirt??"

Fuji snickered. "Maa...." He smiled mischievously at the shocked boy. "You really have no idea, do you?"

Ryoma shook his head mutely.

A brief flash of pity for the other boy suddenly washed over him. Corruption was a long hard process after all. Sharp blue eyes flickered from the offending image to the blatantly puzzled face of one boy wonder. Suddenly his lips twitched into a bright smile. "Has your father already told you about the boy-girl differences yet?"

Ryoma's expression immediately dropped from confused to deadpan. "Not funny, Fuji-senpai. If you're trying to explain hormones, then yes, my stupid father has already involuntarily educated me on that."

"Hmm That means that explaining the mind of a fangirl shouldn't be as difficult then."

"Eeh?!"

The tensai continued to smile sweetly at the growing suspicion on Ryoma's face. "Aesthetics is very important to young people, you know." Fuji punctuated his statements with the colorful booklet as he launched into the task of "educating" Echizen.

"And with a certain few, pretty boys are required to satisfy their tastes."

"And you know how they say that two—" Fuji frowned before correcting himself. "—or three, four, five, you get the idea, is better than one."

Ryoma continued to stare at the smiling boy.

"So when it comes to creative output, naturally they'll come up with certain romantic combinations to amuse themselves with. Same sex pairings aren't uncommon, it seems, in certain fandoms." The smile widened unnoticeably. "Actually, I've seen doujinshis where you've been paired up with Tezuka—"

"Me and BUCHOU?!"

"—Momoshirou, Kikumaru, Me—"

"They paired me with who?"

"—Sengoku, Atobe—"

Fuji continued to flip through the doujinshi's pages and rattle off names before a frantic hand suddenly snatched away his focal object. "Echizen?" He glanced at the particular page that seemed to have the younger boy complete (and horrified) attention. He beamed. "Ah! That story is one of my favorites!"

"They drew Fuji-senpai and me....." Ryoma struggled to articulate. "Oh. My. God."

"Nn." The tensai regarded his underclassman with open eyes before smirking uncontrollably. "And contrary to popular belief, that position is, in fact, possible to do." He leaned closer to his now visibly twitching teammate. "Would you like a demonstration?"

Fin
Completed: 07/28/04