Title: The Meaning Of Cacti
Author: xChemicalRomanticx
Summary: Every flower has a meaning, even a cactus. He really shouldn't have asked. Fuji x Ryoma
Warnings: None? Though just having Fuji should be enough.
Disclaimer: ..Oh I wish.
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Ryoma always knew that he had let himself in to something potentially dangerous when he agreed to date the genius of Seigaku, after all there was nothing normal about a person who could drink a whole pitcher of Inui juice without so much as flinching. Even the so called immovable captain had developed a rather interesting twitch when he had accidentally drank from Inui's juice bottle rather than his own.
He could even turn a blind eye for the most part to the cerulean eyes that followed his every move, drilling holes in the back of his head if he so much as spent any longer than strictly necessary talking to a female (or another male for that matter), or that those people tended to cringe and make a hasty retreat whenever Fuji strolled over to reclaim his property.
However, even he had a limit, and so when Fuji started with his new method of affection Ryoma started to seriously question whether Fuji had finally slipped from genius to mentally unstable.
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It had all started in the clubroom before practice one day. Ryoma was the last one in there, having been involved with his library duty straight after school, and had just finished changing. As he reached to tug his jersey from his shelf something green and spiky fell out with it, landing in a shower of dirt at his feet. As he stared at the object in confusion the door opened.
"Oi, Echizen, you better-" Momoshiro, who had come to retrieve a spare racket from his bag, paused when he saw their youngest player standing staring at the floor with a bemused expression on his face. "What's that?"
"...a cactus."
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After that the cacti seemed to turn up wherever he went, from one being left sitting at his desk at school to several being delivered to his home at once (much to the amusement of his father) and even one being tucked away neatly inside his tennis bag, the latter of which resulted in several choice curse words and a trip to the nurse to have the spines removed.
Of course Ryoma knew who the culprit was, there was possibly only one person in the world with such an unhealthy obsession with the desert plant, and so he decided to confront Fuji about it.
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The time came when Ryoma was sitting in Fuji's room 'doing homework', as he had told his father to get him off his back, though naturally his books were left forgotten in a corner.
Fuji had gone to get drinks, allowing Ryoma's attention to drift around the room. Of course he was immediately drawn to the neatly arranged cacti on the windowsill, each one carefully manoeuvred so as to receive as much light as possible. It wouldn't even surprise Ryoma if he had named them.
When Fuji returned Ryoma waited until he had put the drinks down and turned to face him before asking.
"What's with all the cacti?"
A devious smirk worked it's way onto Fuji's face, as though he had been waiting for Ryoma to ask.
"Ah, did you know that flowers have many different meanings?" Fuji asked lightly.
"What, like roses meaning love?" Ryoma snorted in distain.
"Exactly," Fuji's smile got wider, "Do you know what a cactus means?"
"..no," Ryoma didn't trust the predatory glint in Fuji's eyes nor the way that he was slowly advancing.
"Then let me show you."
With that Ryoma found himself shoved backwards onto the bed with Fuji straddling his hips.
"Wait! I thought you were-" Ryoma was cut off as Fuji's hand inched it's way down to the waist line of his shorts. "-Oh.."
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A/N- So I was just browsing the internet when I came across a website with Japanese meanings for flowers and apparently Cacti do mean lust/sex. Makes you wonder about Fuji doesn't it? xP Reviews would be lovely.