A/N: hehe, well, this is my first PoT fic and it has been a long time since I wrote any stories so… sorry if it's not neat or good. Gomen. Reviews are welcomed! -grin-

disclaimer: nope… I dun own the PoT characters here except the OC…

It seemed like any usual sunny, hot afternoon. The long boring lessons at Seishun Gakuen had long ended. Most of the students have already gone home, leaving the school's tennis club in the midst of training… well, running to be exact, Stamina training to be more specific. They ran… and ran… and ran…. Some fainted, some gave up and drank poison, some persevere and some… forgot how many laps they have ran.

"Argh! How many laps more! Just how many more?" shouted Momoshiro. He looked as if he was going to drop dead any moment. Kaidoh would have liked that a lot.

"10 more laps to be exact." replied Inui as he pushed up his thick glasses, trailing slightly behind so that he can spy… err I mean, carry out better observations. Yes. Carry out better observations. . "It's ok if you want to stop. There's a refreshing glass of my new Deluxe Energising And Thirst-quenching Hot-juice! Its warm temperature would allow your body to cool down slowly to regain full energy and on the other hand,…"

Before Inui could finish ranting on about his new creation, his fellow red-head regular cried out,

"Nyah! It spells D.E.A.T.H.! I don't wanna drink it!"

"What do you mean by 'death', Eiji-sempai?" Ryoma ran caught up, adjusting his cap into proper place. All that running had caused the cap to shift till it dropped lower and lower, covering his eyes. It hardly drops, except when his Dad decides to re-adjust the cap strap without his boy knowing. baka oyaji.

"The initials of the DRINK!"

"AHHHHHH!"

At this point of realisation, the team went bonkers. If one did not knew better, they would have thought that the few screaming people, running round the courts with their hands flailing in the air, were being chased by ghosts. Well, it was till Tezuka-buchou threatened to make them run extras if they continued.

"Stop wasting your energy and run! Scream some more and I'll have you run extras! 10 per second you scream." Everyone stopped screaming at that point. They literally zipped up.

At that very moment, someone lagging behind gave up and fell to his knees. Immediately, he was presented with a glass of bubbly foaming orange liquid.

-Well, we all know what happened next so due to its explicit nature, it shall not be described.-

The torturous scream from the corner of the court struck a chord in Kawamura. He looked around. Not seeming to find the answers to his questions, he asked "Speaking of juice, has anyone seen Fuji? I thought I saw him in school today."

"He's not coming today." Oishi replied. "He said that he has got some family matters to attend to. Dun worry, I'm sure he's fine." It's just like Oishi to know where every member was… Who was sick, who was late, who was in trouble, who was dead…erm… I mean, juice dead. (A/N: hehehe )

"Sou da na…" Momoshiro envied, "he's one lucky guy I guess… No laps, no Inui juice…"

However, not too far away from Seigaku, it seemed Momo's statement was wrong.

"Saa… I wonder what the rest of the team are doing now." pondered a light-hair boy as he stood with his fingers slightly pinching his chin as his smile grew wider, "Maybe they're drinking Inui's new juice! They sure are lucky…"

in a distance, more blood-curling screams arose from the vicinity of Seishun Gakuen+

"I just wish I was there but it's okay since I've got Yuuta here with me." Fuji looked at his brother and smiled. Grabbing Yuuta's hand, he dragged the poor boy away from the bustling lobby towards the large glass panels.

"Aniki! Let go! Don't get so close." Yuuta struggled in vain but it seems his older brother's vice grip has gotten stronger compared to the previous time Fuji dragged (Yuuta: more like abduct) him home leaving Mizuki to wait in the shopping mall till 9pm.

"Ne… we've been waiting for so long. How long more? When is her flight touching down anyway?" Yuuta whined. The both of them plus Yumiko had been standing around the arrival hall of the airport for a really long time and only Yumiko managed to find a seat somewhere nearby while the boys agreed to stand.

"5pm"

"NANIII? And you dragged me out of school just to come here 3 hours earlier just to wait!" For a moment Yuuta thought that he could strangle his bro there and then, leave his body to miraculously rot in the air-conditioned place, and go home without him.

"Maa maa Yuuta, don't be rude. She's our guest after all. As they say there's never a time too late to be early."

Yuuta gave a cry of frustration before turning round to stomp off. However, he was stopped by a familiar face. In front of him stood a girl, slightly shorter than Fuji (Syuusuke), wearing a denime coat and jeans and dragging a luggage behind her.

She squinted her eyes as she tried to remove a part of her fringe that was covering her eyes.

"Yuuta? There you guys are! So you were here all along?" she exclaimed as she threw her arms around Yuuta and hugged him… tight, in fact too tight, more like chokingly tight.

"Yuki!"

The girl looked up and finally let go of Yuuta who was turning blue. She went over to give Fuji a hug. "Syuusuke! Ekk! You've grown taller! Mou… You're taller than me!" She was so excited in meeting them till her voice became shrieky. She tried to tiptoe to see how much she has to go in order to compete with her childhood friend's height.

"Whatever, but Yuuta's still taller than you."

"That's because I sacrificed the good nutritious food for him." Fuji replied while shedding a fake tear and putting a hand on Yuuta's left shoulder, "It seems that it was worth it."

"Next time remember to give me some of the food instead of giving it all to Yuuta ok?"

"Iyada."

"Say," Yuuta cut in curiously after he had caught his breath and pushed Fuji's hand away, "I thought you're flight touches down at 5pm, you're still half hour early."

Looking confused, Yuki peered down at her watch, "Ara? I touched down an hour ago."

"Wait… it was flight 615, wasn't it? Belt 31 right?"

"No. Flight 165, belt 13."

"Aniki!"

The trip back to the Fuji's residence seemed like a short and lively one. The four of them had much to catch up after Yuki left Japan 5 years back to return to her homeland across the sea, miles and kilometres from Japan.

She found herself standing in what used to be a redundant study room. The room was in a shade of pale green with a sweet spring scent It was small yet cosy with a super single bed at the corner. Its sheets were straight and not a single crisp on it, the pillow placed on the neatly folded blanket. The study table was shifted to the side of the bed. On it, the old working lamp was placed there. Though it had aged over time, it still works perfectly. Well, the room did bring back lots of memories, happy memories…

Fuji cocked his head to the side, as he placed her grey luggage down.

God, its heavy, what did she put inside? Bricks? Maybe a dead body or something…

"What's the matter? You don't like it?"

"No… please don't get offended. It's just that I don't think I can re-arrange the furniture in my mind. Maybe it's just that I've lived next door for too long." Yuki walked towards the window and gaze to the house next door. It was under construction. The previous one was torn down, to make way for a new one. Yuki touched the window pane softly and as if in deep ponder, she stood there silently. However, her thoughts were disrupted when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Maa maa… daijoubu daijoubu, your house will be back up again. Shiner and more beautiful ne! Plus a tennis court behind. See! Nothing to sigh about. Smile!" At that instance, Fuji tried to push the corners of her mouth to make her smile. Pushing her to the nearby standing mirror, he showed her. "Mitte! Like this!"

"Like this?" Yuki gave him the smile that he asked for. "How about this? I think it looks cuter." She gave him a pout and posed side-ways, making Fuji give a little giggle.

Ahh… he still hasn't changed one bit hasn't he… that stupid giggle…kawaii. hahah

"No… My pout is nicer than yours" at that, he gave a pout followed by a suited pose. "See?"

Feeling jealous, she stomped her feet and jumped. "Mou… you're mean! You just won't let me win won't you?"

"Ahh.. you must be tired after such a long trip. Don't worry." He walked over to the wooden cupboard next to the window and opened its doors, revealing a pastel green and white outfit with a ribbon on it. "See, we've got your uniform ready. Yumiko-neesan bought it according to your measurements… actually, she dragged me to try it on… quite comfortable I might say. . Make yourself at home."

"Thanks." Yuki nodded as she went over to look at the uniform. "Though the skirt looks… a little short…" She held up the skirt and turned it to the back and to the front. A frown grew on her brows.

"It'll look fine…" He took each of her hand in his and lowered the skirt down to her waist, "See… its fine."

What's with his weird behaviour today? So touchy. First the face, now he's holding my hand…That was definitely suspicious. Wait, what's that tinge of red on his face?

Yuki tiptoed slightly to take a closer look, "It is just me or are you having a sun-burn?"

Did I just saw –that- smile on his face? Wait, that means he's plotting something. Oh no, it's a tri-

"Okay, that should be it. Just make yourself at home. If there's anything, you know where's my room is." With that, he gave Yuki a peck on the cheek, before closing the door behind him. Yuki froze at the bold touch of his lips on her cheeks.

That didn't happen… did it!

The thought of her childhood friend even doing that had never crossed her mind. She slowly touched the spot where he left the kiss. It still felt a little damp yet warm. She looked into the mirror and saw her flushed face. She stood there. The horror, the embarrassment, the confusion, the… the… the…

"EKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

"Ehh? Yuki seems to be having trouble!" Yumiko exclaimed as her brother walked by with a winning smile, humming away back to his room.

"Hmm? She's just too happy that's all. Hehehe."

Fuji Syuusuke, wait till I get my hands on you neck!

A/N: ok that's it for this chap. Pardon the robot language. It's 1am in the morning. I need my sleep. My eyes hurt. rubs eyes Pls review. Thank you. Muax. ZzzZZzzzz