Zettai Romantica
By: PurificationArrow
(A/N:) A bunny plot given to me by SK100187, following the adventures of the ToFu pairing, via a Zettai Kareshi-type plot. This is a two-shot, and will hopefully be completed by April.
Fuji sighed. Atobe was coming today, which meant he would be picked up in his boyfriend's expensive, white limousene from tennis practice after school.
Atobe had insisted on doing what it was most couples did--which was go to see a movie. Fuji wasn't completely opposed to the idea, nor was he bouncing off the walls with excitement.
He and Atobe had been dating for about two months as of today, which was part of the reason for Atobe wanting to take Fuji out.
And since they had begun to date, Atobe had performed all the actions that a successful relationship required, such as presenting gifts on dates, holding his hand (when it pleased Atobe, of course), and kissing him. Atobe had gotten to the point where he was asking Fuji to have their families meet, needless to say Fuji refused...instantly. That's just how Atobe was. Hasty and fairly simple-minded. Speaking of which...
"Saa, it looks like Atobe is here." Fuji announced. Heads turned in his direction, and Fuji made sure to smile as the limousene door opened and Atobe appeared, already changed out of his school uniform and into something more...Atobe-like.
"Tezuka, I'll be leaving now." Fuji called to Tezuka, two courts over. The captain nodded and returned to watching a match.
Atobe ran a finger along Fuji's jaw when the boy came close.
"Miss me?" he asked in that cocky voice only Atobe knew how to do.
Subtly, Fuji moved away from Atobe and his wandering hand and towards the limousene that seemed to gleam, and beckoned like gold.
"Yes." He said, for the sake of trying to escape from Atobe, and nothing else.
Atobe smirked and shrugged as he filed in behind Fuji into the limousene and rode away, eyes of the whole of Seigaku's tennis team watching.
Once the limo was out of sight, they all gave a shudder. The image of Atobe touching someone so intimately like that was enough to give anyone a bad case of goosebumps--much less Fuji.
"Poor Fuji. I don't know why he puts up with Atobe like that."
Ryoma shrugged and was muttering something about 'Monkey King' while Inui adjusted his glasses. He flipped through his Fuji notebook until he arrived on a certain page. "Well, the chances of Fuji dating Atobe for his personality are about eight percent."
Everyone nodded sadly, as if the fact of dating Atobe, in itself, was tragic.
"So...why do you think Fuji-sempai does it?"
Silence.
Inui flipped a few more pages. "Atobe's money." He replied.
There was nodding. After all, it made sense to date someone that filthfy rich, even if said filthy rich person was a complete prick.
"Someone should do something! Fuji-sempai deserves better than him!"
There were scattered mutters of agreement.
"Yeah, but what if Fuji actually does like him?"
"But how do we know that for sure? No one knows Fuji well enough to say for sure, except..."
Heads turned to Tezuka. The captain looked up once, and walked away. Something about this conversation about Fuji's relationship with Atobe was both disturbing and worrysome, and Tezuka wanted no part of it.
Inui raised a hand for attention, and his glasses glowed deviously.
"..I have a plan."
--
Fuji sneezed and rubbed his nose mournfully. What a terrible time to be catching a cold.
He quietly sighed as the hand wrapped around his waist pulled him in tighter.
"Atobe, let me go."
The arms tightened childishly, and Fuji gave an exasperated sigh. This is how Atobe was, and always would be, probably because of how he was raised--as a rich, prodigous brat. And Fuji meant it, in every sense of the word.
He patted down a stray lock of Atobe's perfect, silvery hair. "Keigo, please let go."
Atobe let go, as Fuji had expected. Atobe, whenever he was in this kind of mood, would refuse to comply with Fuji's requests until he was called by his first name.
Fuji put out a hand to steady himself as the car drifted to a gentle stop when he felt Atobe run a finger along his jaw and to his chin. When he did, a wicked chill went down Fuji's spine and coiled in his stomach. He then scowled at Atobe as his boyfriend smirked, pleased to ellicit that kind of response.
"Happy two-month anniversary, Syus--"
"Atobe-sama, we are--oh..."
Atobe's eyebrow twitched, causing Fuji to smirk. He knew how Atobe hated it when people didn't complete their sentences. A pet peeve of his, Fuji would call it.
"'Oh' what?" Atobe whirled around. His face dropped. "Oh."
Fuji then turned his head a fraction of an inch to look at the chauffer who looked incredibly uncomfortable as he stared at Atobe, lips hovering over Fuji's own. From out of the corner of his eye, Fuji could see Atobe's ears becoming amusingly red.
He smiled and decided to take action. Fuji leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of Atobe's mouth before sidling along the seat towards the open door. The chauffer scrambled backwards and bowed as Fuji got out of the car, followed by Atobe, whose ears were still red.
Fuji stroked Atobe's arm, playing the part of sweet-tempered boyfriend he always did.
"Keigo, can you get our tickets?"
Atobe, as Fuji predicted, accepted, but with the grace that had been pounded into him all his life. Funny, though, how a thing like 'grace' would be pounded into a person, especially one like Atobe.
And as soon as Atobe moved far enough away, Fuji smiled prettily at the chauffer. He knew Atobe would be incredibly annoyed later on, which was precisely why he was doing what he was...he was also doing it to please a certain crowd.
"Thank you for taking us here, Chives-san." He said, completing the smile with a sparkle from his eyes that made that odd Echizen-fangirl with the beauty mark--not unlike Atobe's--sink with a sigh.
'Chives-san's' face grew red and he stuttered what Fuji thought to be a reply, although it was nothing more than a mindless stutter.
Seconds later, 'Chives-'san' was gone, and the limousene was speeding down the road, a very flustered chauffer driving it.
Fuji met Atobe at the front of the movie theatre and smiled as Atobe looked slightly miffed. "And what was all that about?" Atobe asked, although what he meant was, 'what the hell?' But Atobe would never say that. His upbringing went against it.
"Oh, I was just thanking Chives-san for taking us here."
The look he received from Atobe was one that leaked suspicion and jealousy. And from this, Fuji grinned. He had rode in Atobe's limousene, frightened the chauffer, and miffed Atobe into a state of suspicion.
Atobe nodded slowly and handed Fuji his ticket. They headed into the movie threatre together, shoulders just barely brushing so it let people know they were unavailable.
"...so what did you say to Chives?"
Fuji just smiled.
No, he hadn't said anything important to Chives-san.
Yes, Atobe had a chauffer named Chives.
--
The movie began, and the room grew dark. The film wasn't a particularly interesting sounding one, and Fuji soon found it to be quite boring. The only thing keeping him from getting up and leaving was Atobe's hand on his hip, pulling him close.
In fact, the hand was managing to creep uncomfortably close to Fuji's rear end until Fuji reached over and laced his fingers through Atobe's. Fuji leaned against Atobe's built frame, nestling his head in the crook of his boyfriend's neck. Atobe seemed satisfied with this and leaned against his seat.
After a while, Fuji's eyes began to wander, growing bored with the woman on screen shouting her undying love to her husband, going off to fight in some nonexistent war.
Dramatics. That is all movies were, and speaking of dramatics...
Atobe had apparently grown bored with Fuji consenting to hold his hand in public and was instead trying to go for something more daring. Atobe was beginning to drift closer until he pressed his lips to Fuji's earlobe.
Fuji forced a breath through his body to keep from shuddering.
"Syusuke," he said. Fuji noted it was his first name Atobe used. "Happy two-month anniversary."
Atobe continued to press his lips against Fuji's neck, kissing in some places, and sucking gently against the pulse of Fuji's neck. Fuji swallowed, making the fact he was uncomfortable very known to Atobe who chuckled.
Fuji wished it was light enough for Atobe to see as he glared at him. But soon, he just sighed and rested his head against the seat, closing his eyes and letting Atobe's lips wander along his neck. Then, Atobe whispered his name, and Fuji turned.
Atobe's lips were close enough to Fuji that he could feel his boyfriend's cool breath wafting over him. Fuji sighed and leaned in to Atobe, who had been asking for a kiss.
Their lips touched, and Atobe moved forward from his seat to deepen the kiss. Fuji felt slim fingers hold the side of his face as Atobe's tongue danced across Fuji's lips. Fuji then broke away from Atobe. He decided that perhaps a full-blown make-out session in the middle of a movie threatre would not serve any purpose, other than to completely humiliate himself and Atobe. And somehow, Fuji had a feeling Atobe hadn't had that in mind when he had asked Fuji for a kiss.
Nevertheless, Atobe clearly wanted more, judging by the pout on his face that was not unlike the frown of a child if their favorite toy was taken away. Then again, that was just simply Atobe. A child, through and through.
Needless to say whatever it was Atobe wanted wouldn't go any more than a few more kisses when they were alone.
Suddenly, the lights flicked on, and the credits began rolling. Atobe stood and held a hand out for Fuji to take. Fuji turned away from the hand and stood up on his own and followed Atobe out of the rows of seats.
Atobe, being gentlemanly, offered to buy Fuji a beverage. Fuji agreed and chose the most expensive item on the list, because he knew money was no object of concern to Atobe Keigo.
He and Atobe seated themselves at an inconspicious table in the corner, Fuj sipping his drink, and Atobe watching him with a stalker-like concentration.
Fuji easily ignored him and opted instead for watching a group of oddly familiar teenagers stand in a mobbish group near the exit. The only member of the group who seemed as if they were doing vaguely useful--maybe--was a tall figure, writing something down on a notepad.
Atobe began to talk again, and Fuji reluctantly pulled his attention from the group. Because after all, when Atobe spoke, people listened.
"My chauffer is due to be back in ten minutes. Until then, we could--"
"Sorry, Atobe." Fuji interjected quickly. He shrugged the jacket Atobe had given him on and smoothed out a crease near the shoulder. He hated creases, especially on this particular jacket; they were a blemish on an otherwise perfect face, like Atobe's silly beauty mark.
Atobe looked puzzled that Fuji had interrupted, so he continued, "I need to get home and help Nee-san with dinner."
Atobe seemed baffled by the idea of manual labor. Fuji smiled a little as he pictured steam venting from his boyfriend's ears. Such a thought was a great deal to fathom for a spoiled child like Atobe Keigo.
Fuji leaned in and quickly kissed the corner of Atobe's mouth.
"I'm going now." He said.
Atobe looked away to hide a blush before handing Fuji his drink. He then looked away in embarassment.
"Take that with you," he ordered. "I-it cost me good money."
Fuji gave an amused smile. The thought of Atobe being concerned with financial issues baffled him just as much as the idea of doing manual labor baffled Atobe. He took the drink from Atobe's hands and turned on his heel.
Atobe looked a little lost as Fuji increased the distance between them and headed towards the exit of the theatre.
"Hey!"
Fuji turned towards Atobe's voice, his eyes voiced his question.
Amusingly enough, Atobe looked flustered. "Tomorrow, I'll come pick you up again. Right after practice."
The look of earnesty on Atobe's face was almost shocking. It seemed so unlike Atobe, who was always prideful, confident, and egotistical.
Fuji smiled at the look on his boyfriend's face. Warmth spread through his body and reached his fingertips as he smiled back at the egotistical brat that was Atobe Keigo. He waved goodbye and was gone.
A flustered Atobe collapsed into the chair with a sigh, and afterwards, assumed the pose of the strong captain of Hyoutei Gakuen.
--
A pair of gleaming glasses reflected the image of the couple saying their goodbyes for the day. A sadistic chuckle escaped the mouth of the tall youth from the mob. A notebook labeled, 'Fuji Syusuke' rested on his lap.
A woman wearing the uniform of the movie threatre approached and bowed respectfully. Inui barely spared her a glance as she began speaking in a careful tone, so as not to offend him. After all, the customers were always right, even if such a moral did not apply here.
"Sir, we are closing soon. I'm afraid will have to leave."
Inui scribbled a final note into his book and stood up quickly. The unfortunate attendant leapt with squeak.
"Very well," Inui said with surprising compliance. "I have something I need to do, anyway." Although this was more to himself than the attendant.
Without another word, Inui left the movie threatre and headed home.
The streets were filled with crowds and people, even at this time of night. Inui stopped and entered a store with shaded windows; his entrance was announced by the delicate chiming of a bell.
With veiled eyes, Inui waited at the counter until a man who looked like a fake doctor with an equally fake pedigree came and smiled...fakely. The smile vaguely reminded Inui of the kind of smile Fuji would offer up, just to be polite.
"Welcome to the Makino shop. We sell various types of electronics, including--"
"I'm looking for a special product." Inui interrupted.
The fake doctor with the fake pedigree just smiled back at him, feigning confusion.
"A 'kareshi', it's called. A perfect 'boyfriend'."
The fake doctor smiled slyly, as though an inside joke had just been told.
"And am I correct in assuming this is not for you?"
Inui smiled back, creating a frighteningly chilly air inside the shop.
"...yes, you are correct."
The shop's owner gave Inui a bow. "I'll fetch him from the back right away."
"'Saa, it looks like Atobe is here.'"
"'Poor Fuji. I don't know why he puts up with Atobe like that.'"
"'So...why do you think Fuji-sempai does it?'"
"'...I have a plan.'"
Another smile lit up Inui's face. He looked like a deranged maniac, which, in hindsight, he was.
Oh, yes. A plan, indeed.
(A/N:) As I said, this is a two-shot story, written in a Zettai Kareshi (Absolute Boyfriend) type of setting. Thank you for reading this first chapter, and continue to support both mine and SK100187's stories!
Sincerely,
-PurificationArrow
P.S. Thank you, SK100187 for being both the essential creator and beta-reader for this story, Zettai Romantica.