First story with solely canon-characters, though hopefully it will still turn out alright. Please give me your support and suggestions . CC's and flames are welcomed, but keep within the polite zone please; it makes it easier for both of us. Purely a fiction from an idea that popped into my mind when I was eating M&M's today...

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"Hey, where's Fuji today?"

"I heard he's called on leave again..."

"I wonder where he's been going all these days."

"Ya reckon?"

Suddenly a certain red-head in the Seishun Gakuen Tennis Club gave a low and suspiciously evil chuckle.

"Don't you see the pattern? He's always gone...once a month. Near full moon." He flashed a grin as the otehr team-mates stared at him. "This is saying that Fuji must be a-"

"-Don't tell me you actually think Fuji is a werewolf?"

"Oishi! Don't ruin my fun!!" whined Kikumaru Eiji, flapping his arms aggressively. With a determined snort of indignance, he said, "It's possible! There's a possibility werewolves exist! And you know...Fuji is so odd that it screams bloody murder!"

"Eiji, that doesn't really make sense..."

"And he always comments about the moon on random days," pressed Eiji, totally ignoring the helpless Oishi. "And he always hangs back in the change rooms! He is probably hiding ... " Eiji thought for a while before it clicked.

"Hair."

"What?" chroused the Regulars.

Tezuka's temple throbbed.

"Werewolves are furry creatures! There's bound to be some extra body hair on him-"

"Eiji, everything you just said...is absolutely ludicrous," sighed Oishi exasperately, though seemingly relieved he got his message across without interruption. "Fuji is probably just unwell- he didn't look too good the day before, in fact."

"Actually..." said a voice, "There have been several sightings of werewolves around the globe over the past 2 years- though it's not confirmed, the number of witnesses have been steadily growing."

"What do you mean, Inui?"

A trademark gleam crossed his eyes and glasses as Sadaharu Inui flipped through his infamous (and feared) green notebook in which some peculiar newspaper cuttings were clipped neatly inbetween sheets of data. How he just miraculously pulls the required things out at any time of the day is still a mystery.

No, seriously.

"I've got several articles on it- a witness even took a picture," said Inui, holding the article up so that the back of the article was visible. He placed it back in. "Basically, people have been fearing that they have escaped and are getting humans to join-"

"Inui, this isn't some fictional book!"

"...I'm just stating what people are fearing," Inui spoke with the slightest bit of indignance in his voice. "These were spotted in France- but when Japan imported products from France, they fear something might have climbed on the cargo and sailed here with everything else."

There was a dead silence.

"So...it's agreed Fuji's a werewolf?" piped up Eiji uncertainly.

"Fuji-senpai can't be-"

"30 LAPS AROUND THE COURT; NOW!!"

Everybody hastened to obey the ticked off time-bomb of a captain as the timer just striked zero- fantasy talk of mystical beasts during practice was no going to be tolerated.

Not at Seigaku.

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The bell rang.

"Yahoooo!"

The hyperactive red-head regular practically grabbed all his books and flew out the classroom before the teacher could protest in excitement for the following Golden Week Holiday. Sure, he had homework, but who needs homework! Kikumaru Eiji always crmas on the last day- or takes a 'answer check over' with Fuji's work.

He needed to see Fuji.

Not only to confirm whether the tensai was actually hiding something, but to see Fuji if he really is sick; they aren't best friends for nothing, now are they?

"Aww, I left my bike at home today, nya," sighed Eiji, hands crossed behind his head. The sun was close to setting, allowing it's golden rays to light upon the surface of the street. It brought back memories, it did. Like of the few times Eiji would drag Fuji to hang out with him on various days. Or that time Fuji accompanied him to the movies when nobody else went with him. Or when they were stalking Taka-san going into Hirosue (only to meet up with Akatsu Jin later on) and Fuji had paid for his portion since he was low on cash buying grip tape.

Actually, now that he thought about it, Fuji had done a lot of things for him at his request, not minding Eiji's sometimes-occuring selfishness or bubbly character trait.

And now if Fuji really was sick, he'd have to go cheer him up. He never ended up visiting much before.

And if he was a werewolf...then...he'll have to leg it if Fuji gets out of control. -.-

Upon arrival at the Fuji residence, he knocked on the hard, wooden door.

No response.

He tried again.

Again, nothing.

'Yumiko-nee-chan must be at work again...and mother and father must still be out too...' he frowned before looking under the door mat. No key.

O.M.F.G. NO KEY?!

"Haaaaah?! Who took the spare key they told me about!"

Eiji took a few steps back form the front door to try look into the second floor rooms. Nothing.

"Fujiko-chan is out...ah!" There was a shadow at the window of Fuji's room, the light curtains being drawn gently over the windows. 'He didn't see me...hmph!'

So Eiji did what he did best.

Use his monkey-like flexibility to climb the tree and onto the balcony in front of Fuji's room!

"There we go..." Slowly gripping each branch, he navigated his way to the top before landing with a near silent thud onto the wooden floor of the balcony. Eiji snickered to himself. 'This will give Fuji a shock...' "Fujiko!" He slid the window open and the wind pushed the curtains back.

Then he almost screamed.

But he didn't; instead he fell backwards from the window sill onto the balcony ground on his back.

"Owwwies! Ouch, ouch, ouch!!" he cried, trying to get himself up in a sitting position again, only to see Fuji in front of him with his pajamas still worn on, the buttons of his pajama top fumbled clumsily together.

"Eiji, are you okay?! What are you doing he..." He caught sight of Eiji backing away a few inches first, staring at Fuji with disbelieving eyes.

"No way..." To think we were on the topic of this...in a sense...'

"Eiji...?" Fuji's reply was uncertain.

"Fuji...what was that? Don't tell me...you...Yumiko-nee-chan's..." Eiji gave a feeble attempt of a laugh and Fuji's eyes opened up, showing a beautiful sheen of mysterious blue underneath.

"Did you...see...?"

Eiji nodded dumbly. Fuji sighed, looking incredible uncomfortable. He gestured through the window. "Let's go inside first..."

Once they settled into the the coziness of Fuji's room, Eiji kept replaying what he say in his mind. Fuji had been unbuttoning his pajama top- not that it was unusual for Eiji, as they were both guys- and...that's where the problem lied.

Eiji had seen a bra.

Now...what the Heck was that about?!

"Eiji," came Fuji's gentle voice. He felt Fuji's hand rest on top of Eiji's own lightly, as though pleading for a good outcome. "This may come out as...ludicrous but...

...I'm a girl."

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A/N - How was it? I'm not sure if this will be a really short fic of 2 chapters, or whatever. Help me decide please, and please review; I really need some constructive feedback on this. xD

:Updated 23rd September, 1:38am: