Antonyms

March 31, 2008

Summary: Fuji is the unwilling servant of the Inner Class, often wishing he had committed social suicide instead of playing the part of the leeching worshiper. When he's piqued the interest of the Elites, will his tormentors finally get what they deserve?

A/N – My first attempt at writing after months of hiding under a rock. Be nice. Review.

Todai Campus Library. 2:43 PM.

"Syuu-chan… would you mind giving me a ride home after class? Our driver got sick with the flu and no one can pick me up."

Fuji forced a smile. "Why not take the bus? There's a bus stop in front of the campus."

Shizuka's pleading look morphed into a painful one. "You know I hate taking plebian transportation. Buses are breeding grounds for HIV!"

"Shizuka-san, you get HIV from unprotected sex, not from public transport." If you actually listened to the Biology class you would know that.

"Whatever, Syuusuke," Shizuka said flippantly, "There is no way I'm taking the bus. You can't make me."

Fuji sighed. At least I tried. "Alright. I'll meet you by my car ten minutes after the last bell. Do try to be on time." As if that'll happen.

Shizuka grinned and gave the bespectacled tensai a hug. "Thank you so much, Syuu-chan! You saved me a lot of trouble! Don't worry, I won't be late!"

Fuji nodded and went back to his book. That's what you said the last four times and I ended up waiting for an hour. Why do I put up—

A smooth voice snapped him back to reality. "Fuji?"

Great. Another prat. "Hai, Echizen-san?"

The onyx-haired man put both of his hands on Fuji's desk and leaned forward. "Call me Ryoga."

It was more of an order than anything. Fuji closed his book and prepared himself for whatever favor Ryoga was going to ask of him again. Usually these favors ended badly, on Fuji's behalf of course. Like the time he had asked Fuji to give him a ride and his car ended up with four bullet holes on the passenger side door. His sister nearly took of his head.

A sigh. "Hai, Ryoga-san?"

Ryoga's Cheshire grin widened. "I need a favor."

You never fail to surprise me, Ryoga. Fuji thought dryly. If I nearly get killed again, I am pushing you into the river. Or into a meat grinder. Whichever is available.

"What kind of favor?" Please don't let it involve another one of your well-publicized affairs.

Ryoga pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to Fuji. "I need you to go to this address and pick something up for me. This is really, really important."

Fuji pocked the paper. "Then why don't you go pick up whatever it is yourself?"

Ryoga grinned and ruffled up his hair. "Because the guy who lives in the house sorta hates me right now. If I go over there then he'll probably chuck the thing out of a window. If it's you maybe he won't be so…hostile."

Fuji looked interested. "He?"

"Atobe Keigo."

"I see." Atobe… Oh yes, the guy you made out with in public last week. He found out about your little tryst with Kevin, didn't he? It pains me so to do your dirty work.

"What time do you need this thing? I still have to drive Shizuka home."

Ryoga shrugged and adjusted his blazer. "Around nine. Take your time. I'll pick it up at your house by then. See ya, Fuji."

"Ja." Fuji muttered under his breath. Not even a thank you? God if ever I become a serial killer you'll be number one on my black list.

Seeing from the previous conversations, you've probably guessed that Fuji is not the most straightforward person in the school. Instead of making scenes and giving his annoying classmates the Death Glare™, he prefers to silently massacre them inside his head. Even if he could, he would be digging his own grave. Those who even tried to oppose people like Echizen Ryoga or Yamato Shizuka would find themselves socially murdered.

Not that Fuji was popular or anything, but he was known as the go-to-guy of the Inner Class. They would ask him favors and he would comply, no matter what the favor was. That was just the way things went. It was better than being a nobody. Fuji would play the role of the leeching servant until his batchmates graduated and he would continue studying Medicine proper.

That was a good two years away.

Two more years of pure torture. I can't believe my life sucks this much.

Fuji ran hand through his shoulder-length brown hair and tied it into a low ponytail.

Damn, Atobe is going to eat me alive. He's an Elite. Double damn.

A certain blue-haired male watched Fuji's resigned expression. There was something about the genius that caught his interest, like a diamond in the rough. Yukimura Seichii knew potential when he saw it. Especially if the person is blissfully unaware of the potential.

"Genichirou? Do you know who that brunette is?"

Sanada looked up from his magazine. "Fuji Syuusuke. Oncology major."

Yukimura leaned back into the leather chair and smiled. Syuusuke, hmmm…You'll make an interesting project.

Fuji slowly brought the car to a stop on the wide gray driveway in front of an immaculate white mansion. A man in a black suit opened the passenger door and allowed a certain pink-wearing princess to step down.

"Thank you so much, Syuu-chan! Ja ne!"

"Anytime, Shizuka-san." Fuji put the car back into gear and started driving off. One of these days I'm going to run you over with this car.

Suddenly, the brunette became aware of the sickening sweet perfume Shizuka had been wearing and quickly lowered all the windows of the black Jaguar. The seats would permeate with the stink if Fuji left the windows up. He had foolishly done that a few weeks back and the smell of Paris' Heiress perfume stuck to the car for a whole month.

Fuji tried not to gag and swatted the air in front of his face. That girl is going to get skin cancer if she doesn't stop overdosing on perfume.

One again, he slowly stepped on the brakes and the car halted in front a pair of large iron gates. There was a speaker next to the driver's side. Fuji reached out and pressed the call button.

"Ano…I'm here to pick up a package for Echizen Ryoga."

There was an audible ding and the gates swung open silently. Shizuka's house was small fry compared to the Atobe Manor. Not only was it bigger but also it held an aura of aristocracy that the Yamamoto Mansion just couldn't capture. Fuji stepped out and handed his keys to the butler and stepped inside the marble hallway.

"Keigo-sama will attend to you in the music room."

The old man led Fuji into a very large room, where several instrument were set out. The centerpiece of the room was the huge, obviously old, Grand Piano. Fuji smiled as he ran his fingers over the white keys. It brought back childhood memories of his old piano lessons back in the States. Before he could start playing a tune, the doors swung open.

"Hello Fuji Syuusuke-san," a voice drawled.

Fuji jumped slightly and he quickly straightened up.

"You play the piano, Fuji-san?"

Fuji nodded dumbly. Wow.

Atobe Keigo's presence was nothing to downplay. He was dressed in a pair of gray slacks and a purple silk shirt. His purplish hair was carefully messed up to give the look of playful nonchalance. It had been a while since Fuji had been face to face with someone from the Elite Class.

The Elite Class was distinctively separated from the Inner Class. While the Inner Class flaunted off their popularity and status, the Elites did not. They were simply that good. Unlike the Inner Class, they were not as stuck up. They didn't demand anything from you; you gave it to them willingly. Elites included the likes of Atobe Keigo, Yukimura Seiichi, Genichirou Sanada and Tezuka Kunimitsu.

"Eto… Ryoga-san sent me to pick up a package from you."

Fuji was glad that his voice didn't stutter. He reached up a nervously tucked a strand of hair away from his face. What am I doing? I'm acting like an idiot!

Atobe seemed amused at Fuji's anxiety. "I've sent the maids to get it… Dear, dear, I wonder why Ryoga didn't come here especially to get ore-sama's gift…"

Atobe walked over to the piano and turned to Fuji. "Do you play, Fuji-san?"

Fuji wet his lips. "A bit. I took lessons when I was in Middle School."

"Would you care to play something for me? It has been a while since anyone has played the piano. I'm a violin person myself."

Fuji shook his head vehemently. "I haven't played in years, Atobe-san… I really shouldn't…"

Atobe smiled at him. "Please? For ore-sama?"

Within seconds of the request, Fuji registered his body sitting on the bench and his fingers readying at the keys. I'm such a coward. I'm going to mess this up and I'll get laughed at again.

Atobe watched him like a hunter watching his prey.

Fuji took a deep breath and started playing the first piece that entered his mind. Ludwig van Beethoven's Pathétique Sonata. Fuji remembered practicing it over and over again for his recital years back. His fingers flew over the keys as if he hadn't stopped playing at all. As he pressed the final key, Fuji let out a breath.

That wasn't so bad.

Clap, clap.

"You were being modest, Fuji-san."

Fuji tugged on his light blue sweater and offered no reply. Atobe handed him a black box, tied with a violet ribbon. Fuji looked at it quizzically. When did that get here? I didn't notice anyone come in.

"Send Ryoga my love." Atobe said as he led Fuji back outside. "And do play for me again sometime soon. Your music is like wine to the senses"

Fuji blushed and bowed. "Thank you for having me, Atobe-san."

Atobe gave Fuji's hand a lingering kiss and looked straight at Fuji's blue orbs. "It was my pleasure, Fuji-san…"

Fuji stood frozen for a minute before he regained control over his limps and drove off like hell was after him. Maybe it was. Atobe folded his arms and smirked.

"What an interesting fellow… Seems that Seichii is right once again…"

Fuji gripped the steering wheel tightly. I'm going crazy.

Fin… for now.

PS - Do review… :-) The purple button wishes to be clicked. And as for the pairing, it's still up for grabs. Send in your suggestions through a review. It can be anyone. Fuji looks good with anyone anyway.

-Pain Au Chocolait (formely evilsadisticbutterfly)