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this is the second POT fanfic

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A/N : POT is not mind I just stole them here becaue I love them so much!

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Prologue

"The play?" Tezuka quirked his brow up, his amber eyes wandered around the tensai's smiling face who happened to be sitting across him, in the student council room, with no one else around.

Just when Hinaya, the vice president, took a step out of the room with his goodbye waving hand at Tezuka who was so engrossed in his own work that didn't know when the resident tensai from tennis club had invited himself in and sat calmly across Tezuka. He blinked when Fuji waved his hand in front of his face, to get him attention, and that's when he knew that he was sat in the room alone with Fuji.

Fuji nodded his head. "Yes, what do you think?" he asked smilingly.

"Think what?"

"The club's play, of course." Fuji laughed lightly, his eyes still shut but Tezuka could sense the other boy's blue orbs were observing at him. "Ryuzaki-sensai already gave us a permission to perform a play in the upcoming school festival as did everyone from our club. You are the last one that I have to convince."

"Why am I the last one?" Tezuka frowned. He stopped looking at a pile of paper about the list of many activities each class want to do on the festival day and waiting for him to approve lying in front of him. He took a glanced at the still smiling face and deepened the frown. So that's why the others kept staring and acting weird around me these few days.

"You are the toughest one." Fuji answered promptly. He strengthened himself so he could see the expression on the Seigaku tennis team captain better. "So..?"

Tezuka glared back "No." He said before diverted his gaze back to the mountain of paper and read them one by one.

"Why?" Tezuka could hear the soft voice asked him, without looking up at his friend, he explained briefly, "We already retired from the club and everyone has their own class's activity on that day besides, even there's a festival coming, the club still needs to practice for the prefectural."

"But I asked Kaidoh and he said yes." Fuji, still not giving up on his thought, mentioned the name of the new captain of tennis club to, maybe, can convince Tezuka more or less. "He also said that he would consider on letting the practice end early for the sake of the play."

He still remembered how he had to threaten the bandana boy to say 'Yes' with the help from the data player. Kaidoh was just too cute to tease, well, aside from the stoic boy in front of him, he mused.

Tezuka sighed tiredly. His voice started to sound irritate. "The festival will be in a week, Fuji."

"And?"

"We don't have time to rehears the play." He gritted his teeth trying hard to sound passive.

Fuji blinked then broadened his smile. "Oh, so you just worry about the time?"

Tezuka took a deep breath. Dealing with Fuji was always not an easy task, not even when he so stubborn like this.

"Not just that." Tezuka looked up to see Fuji brightly stared back at him like a boy expected presents from his dad on Christmas's day. He fought the urge to give in to the boy in front of him and asked what's in his mind instead.

"Why do you so persistent in doing this." Tezuka's eyes searched through the now opened cerulean ones. Fuji kept quiet first, as if he was trying to find the proper word, before smile broke up on his clear face.

"I just want us to have a good memory together." He smiled sincerely. "Who would know when we will have a chance to see each other again." Blue eyes looked out of the window wistfully. Fuji turned his gaze toward his captain. "Especially you. You are going to Germany, aren't you?"

He found himself nod at the question Fuji has asked him. He had never thought that Fuji would be thinking something so emotional seeing the tensai always went on teasing everyone with wasabi sushi and running after their friends with Inui juice in hand like that. Tezuka almost agreed when suddenly he asked curiously, "What about the roles and the props? We can't afford to do that in a week, can we?"

Fuji smiled "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. Inui already started writing the script maybe it will be finished by tomorrow and he will give us a suitable role after that." Feeling Tezuka's gaze softened, he continued. "As for the props everyone will help make them together. Eiji already ran out with Oishi to buy some necessary tools since yesterday, you know?"

Tezuka heaved a sigh, his back leaned against the chair. "Why do you have to ask for my permission if you've already done everything?"

Fuji chuckled, said in soft tone of his melodic voice, "Because I know that you will allow us to do crazy thing like this, that's why I'm so confident in convincing you."

"So…?" Fuji beamed.

Tezuka sighed for the umpteenth time. He looked at the tensai and finally, gave in knowing too well that he couldn't say 'No' to this boy even once.

After the long silence, he muttered, an "Ahh." Didn't need to look up, he already knew how wide the smile on Fuji's face went. He knew that all but his eyes betrayed him and stared at the brunet.

He didn't know whether his eyes deceived him or not that Fuji's smile seemed so different, so foreign but beautiful in its own way. With blue eyes opened widely, he couldn't find any word to muster the stunning view in front of him at all.

When he heard "Thank you" from that smiling lips, he knew that he had made the right decision, to let the tensai make a fuss last time in his junior high school life.

Unconsciously, he let himself smile as well.

TBC.