Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka Kunimitsu x Fuji Syusuke
Rating: G
Word Count: 2,092
Warning: Major male OC + little angst
A/N: I want to thank lovefujitez for being my beta-reader. Thank you very much for your patience and what you have done, Junn ah hugs. Besides, I want to dedicate this to chibikaoruchan as a belated gift for her birthday. I'm really sorry for being late; but it's better late than never, isn't it p? Happy belated birthday to you )

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Closing the door behind me, I took off my shoes and put on my slippers, the pair with the puppy-face on it and worst of all, it was PINK. My Daddy was known for having a sadistic side, but seriously, did he really have to buy pink of all colors?

Dad wasn't of any help at that time. I saw a slight smirk on his face when Daddy threw the terribly girlish slippers in our shopping cart. At first, I refused to put them on, but Daddy pinned me by my feet with his infamous glare, the one that said, "You do what I say!"

I tried every ways I could think of, from hunger strikes to sweet talks with tons of promises, to persuade him from the thought of making me wear them. Despite my hankering, his reply was to give me the pair of slippers along with an evilly sweet smile.

That was when I knew I shouldn't have teased my classmate about his frilly Powerpuff girls backpack. It stirred some small trouble that Daddy had to put his work aside to go to my teacher's office and endured some same old boring talk. Trust me, within only ten minutes, Mrs. Tanaka could bring any patient diagnosed with insomnia to a sleep full of nightmares about howling ghosts and witches.

I knew something was up since I first stepped into our house. The atmosphere was just different and cold. Dad was home early today, I noticed his shoes were set neatly on the side of the shelf. He rarely came home before seven, which Daddy didn't like at all. Sometimes a loud argument would ensue because of it. But, none of their fights lasted for more than three days from what I could remember.

Most of the time, Dad was the one who soothed Daddy and offered an apology. Some talking would come about then the hugging and kissing followed. When I was still a kid, I didn't know what kind of make-up action they did afterward. All I knew was the morning after, Dad would be all refreshed and sometimes smiled slightly at Daddy's or my words while Daddy would awkwardly walk around. When I asked if he was okay, he would blush and nod whilst Dad would smirk and pat my head telling me "It's an adult thing."

Last year I turned fourteen and I learned about the "adult thing." The internet could be such a helpful tool!

I looked around for any signs of Daddy since he was always home at this time of the day to cook dinner for us.

Don't freak out!

I've known many people who'd freak out and look at me as if I was some alien when they hear that Daddy is in charge of cooking. It's totally fine… okay, maybe a bit spicy but spiciness is such a good flavor that one should never miss out. I love Daddy's cooking and I bet Dad does too. I heard from Uncle Eiji that Dad's stomach wasn't very fond of spice or any weird food before. I guess living with Daddy for sixteen years has strengthened his stomach and now, he's even able to empty one glass of Uncle Inui's juice in a gulp, something I can never do.

Something was definitely amiss here. There was no talking coming from the living room, the bedroom or the kitchen and I didn't hear Daddy's usual humming. He always hummed whenever he cooked. Could it be that he wasn't home? Curious, I walked around cautiously and looked for any possible noise indicating that Dad and Daddy were together.

For two guys who have lived together for sixteen years, they're always so loud, energetic, and lovey dovey.

Who would want to walk in on them making out?

NOT ME!

…though I have done that before.

I still remember how Dad blushed when he saw me but he managed to mask it with his usual stoic expression and looked at me sternly. One of his eye brows curved upwards, his way of asking me if I needed help with anything. I was too embarrassed to say anything. I just witnessed one of their very private moments and I seriously didn't know how to act. I looked down at my feet trying to find something to say but no words came to mind. The image of Dad and Daddy, half-naked, kissing each other all over kept popping up in my mind and my cheeks burned some deep red color. Moments later, I felt a shadow hanging over me, and before I could react, Daddy held my face in his hands and kissed my cheeks gently, "It's past your bedtime, Yuu. Go to bed, we'll leave whatever you want to ask for tomorrow."

"You're not mad at me for not knocking before going in?" I asked shyly.

Daddy chuckled while Dad raised one of his eye brows again. He sighed and said with his deep voice, "We're not but we'd rather you knocked next time okay? Now, go to bed, kid!"

"I'm not a kid, Dad!" I pouted at the way he called me. I was fourteen and he still called me a kid, which was totally unfair. Wasn't Dad also fourteen when he and Daddy first kissed each other?

'Some kids you were.' I muttered to myself silently.

When I closed the door behind me, I heard Daddy giggling and saying, "How careless of you to let your guard down before our son, Kunimitsu."

"You were the one who forgot to lock the door."

"Mah mah… weren't you the impatient one who swept me off my feet before I could do it?"

"Hn… it's because you are so beautiful tonight, Syusuke. I can't wait to kiss you all over and love you."

OH...MY...GOD!

I couldn't believe what I just heard!

Dad was seducing Daddy! I bet Uncle Eiji and Uncle Inui would buy me a brand new X-box in exchange for this information.

"But of course, I wouldn't do it now and you know why…"Dad continued seductively.

I waited in excitement, "They won't do it now? Maybe Dad's planning to tease, Daddy so he would want more like in those Yaoi books."

"If you're done eavesdropping, you should go to bed, Yuu, so Dad could get to work with Daddy."

I jumped when I heard Dad. I couldn't believe I got caught eavesdropping while they were flirting with each other. Shouting a brief sorry, I ran full speed up to my room without waiting to hear any other words. Dad was probably teasing me because of my nosiness, but the following morning was not an easy one with all the explanations to make and apologies to offer.

That was one of the few times I witnessed their making out.

Even though Dad has always been known for his carefulness and the favorite quote "Don't let your guard down!", his guard's been forgotten quite a few times. With 99.9 of those times caused by Daddy, the other 0.1 was because of the talks between Daddy and me. For example, if he got up late in the morning, there'd be a 99 probability that they stayed up really late the night before and Daddy turned the alarm clock off at its first strike before Dad could wake up.

If Dad forgot to turn off the coffee-maker before he left for work, there's a 98 chance Daddy was hugging him from behind while he was making coffee and things happened afterward.

If Dad forgot to buy the things he needed during a shopping trip despite having a list, there's a 96 chance Daddy teased him, while they were shopping for condoms and lubes and Dad got so embarrassed that he just wanted to go home.

If someone asks me who I think will win in an argument between Dad and Daddy, I will say Daddy. Half of the times, Dad lets him win. The other times, Dad will be so distracted by him and they both forget what they have been arguing about.

Despite having looked in every room of the house, I didn't see either Daddy or Dad. The only place left to check was their bedroom.

However, that's off-limit, even for me.

When I was a kid, I often charged into their room without knocking during stormy nights. Thunder and lightning scared me then and I would sprint to my Dads' room as fast as I could. They always let me sleep between them and rubbed my back soothing me to sleep. When I was old enough to realize thunder and lightning were nothing but some sound and flash of light, I barely went to their room at night. I wouldn't want to encounter one of their "love" nights anyways.

The thought something was up between Dad and Daddy left me worried and somehow curious. The idea, my parents breaking up with each other, was the very last thought in my mind. I wouldn't want to be in the middle of a custody battle or be under some stranger's care and they could only visit me a few times a month. Worst case scenario, Dad would marry some girl whom my grandparents favored and Daddy would date the young junior who's been lusting after him.

Just the thought of it made me shiver! That would be the very last day of human existence in this world for me!

Okay, I'm thinking too much. These are the moments that both Dad and Daddy consider "stupid drama" or I'm acting like some Drama Prince. I tend to over-react to things happening around me for no reason and I'm more sensitive than a normal boy's supposed to be, which is partially why Dad and Daddy will glare daggers at anyone who says harsh things to me.

Having gay parents doesn't help you have nice days at school; on the contrary, it kills your peacefulness. Dad and Daddy are protective of me because they love me. With that, I'm afraid of nothing. I may be over sensitive but I'm still a man, and I have promised myself that I would become a very successful man like my Dad and Daddy. Not everyone has a Dad who was a former professional tennis player and a Daddy as an international photographer, both famous for their work.

And I'm proud to say I do.

"Dad, are you in there?" I knocked on the door asking out loud.

Truthfully, I expected to hear some giggles, some rustling sound and Daddy would open the door with his crumbled clothes and the same old evil-sweet smile. I waited and to my disappointment, silence greeted me.

I knocked again.

No one answered.

Another knock, now I felt like an idiot for knocking on the door over and over again.

"Dad, I'm coming in!" I spoke loudly on purpose so they could stop whatever they were doing.

Again, no one answered me.

A little bit frustrated, I pushed the door open slightly and stuck my head into the room. What I saw wasn't something I expected, it was totally the opposite.

I took a careful look around the room. Dad was sitting by the window staring at the world outside while Daddy was nowhere to be seen. There's barely any light in the room except for a velvet dying stream of sunlight plastered by the corner window.

There was nothing unusual but something was truly amiss. The crinkled tie laid silently on the floor, thrown away nastily. Dad hadn't changed out of his suit but already with a full glass of Vodka in his hand.

"Dad, are you okay?" I moved across the room, kneeling down before him and patted his hands.

He stiffened and turned to look at me with confused eyes, as if he just returned from somewhere in outer space and I was someone he never met before.

His eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement. This side of him surprised me. People would pay millions just to witness this Tezuka Kunimitsu. But, I don't think I would ever want to see him like this again. He looked so vulnerable.

"Dad, are you okay?" I asked again, "It's me, Yuu!"

I rubbed the back of his neck to soothe whatever storm was going on inside of him. He wrapped his arms around himself digging his nails deep into his skin. I repeated my question with a low voice. He turned away to look out the window again, his grip tightened, his lips trembled and softly uttered,

"I hurt him."

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