Disclaimer : I don't own Prince of Tennis, alright? Now, bugger off. Or I'll send my Fujiko-chan to shred you to pieces, na, Fujiko-chan? (usu…nya.) Alright! On with the story! Oh, wait. Before I forget…

"…" – Normal talking

"…" – On the phone, online, or things that is not normal. Well, you'll get what I mean.

'…' – Thoughts

I Think I'm In Love

Part 1 – Blinded Decision

Hazel eyes narrowed as the owner stared at the pamphlet in his hands. He could feel all the eyes watching him, anticipating him of his next move. The tension was absurdly high and if he knew them any better, the glaring won't stop until he gives out his answer. Well, perhaps it's confirmation, in this matter. He was absolutely sure that a 'no' was not an option and that there's a high chance that the whole building might crumble down if he do so. Besides…he raised his eyes to look at his team-mates, only to linger for a while at a certain pair of cerulean-blue eyes owned by a particular prodigy. He sighed involuntarily. It's not like he could escape if he ever say 'no' to this…thing, anyway.

"Fine…we'll go."

As soon as the words escaped his lips, a loud cheer erupted, filling the small room. Unconsciously, his hand was raised to his forehead, massaging it softly. Damn…he could feel his migraine catching up and he could've sworn the floor was shaking with all the noise. A vein was twitching at his temple as the tensai only looked on, amused.

"Everyone! 30 laps around the court, now!" he roared.

"But, Tezuka-buchou --!" Momo was about to argue but was cut short by his captain's order.

"50 laps!"

"HAI!" everyone said in unison as they rushed out the locker room, proceeding to do as they were told.

Tezuka Kunimitsu sighed as he stood up from his seat. He was about to turn the door knob when an effeminate voice suddenly gestured him.

"Aaah…Tezuka, you're cruel, ne? Making them running laps during winter…"

"How about you? Aren't you supposed to join them, too?"

"Saa…won't you please open the door then?"

His expression remained nonchalant as he looked into the disturbing smiley face. There was something behind that smile…he knew it. Shrugging of the unimportant matter, Tezuka opened the door and walked outside, a strong, cold wind enveloping him as soon as he stepped out. The 'click' behind him indicated that Fuji Syusuke had made his way out, too, but Tezuka didn't bother turning around to face the genius. Why would he, anyway, when he knew he should be paying attention to the Seigaku regular that was running around the court? Fuji smiled as he took a step forward.

"Maa…it's not like you are so cruel," Fuji whispered and after making sure Tezuka heard it, he ran towards his team-mates, joining them in their quest to fulfil their 'punishment'.

Tezuka looked on at the tensai. He grunted to himself and sure enough, as Fuji had predicted, Tezuka called out to his team-mates, stopping them while they were at 20 laps. He knew that if he did just that, he'd fall into one of Fuji's traps. But that didn't matter. Certainly he didn't want his squad to acquire injury at this time of the year, did he? Hell, no. Well, of course not. A definite 'no' as to what with all those things the events and competition may be keeping in store for them. Besides, Fuji Syusuke had never failed to persuade him. Not yet.

"That's it for today! Everyone go back home and start packing. Be sure to be here early tomorrow morning. I'm going to Ryuzaki-sensei after this, regarding of this trip. Any further information will be informed later. Dismiss!"

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Tezuka bowed his head again as a sign to excuse himself and slid close the door of the office owned by the Seishun Gakuen's coach. It had been three years since he had last stepped out of Ryuzaki-sensei's office. But the memories were still vivid like they were yesterday. Believe it or not, he sort of missed the coach. She was close, like a mother figure to him, and to all the other members of Seigaku Junior High Tennis Club. Now, though, he's already in his final year at Seigaku High School. And in a few months, he'll be enrolling to college, along with Fuji, Oishi, Kikumaru, Inui and Kawamura. All of the regular members had been lucky enough to be admitted to the same high school but he couldn't help but wondered what lies ahead of them. While he was pre-occupying himself with the thoughts that reeled in his mind, his legs were having a mind of their own, automatically bringing him to the front door of the tennis clubroom. Picking up his tennis bag that he had left by his locker, Tezuka walked out and closed the door, locking it with his key in the process. He was about to walk back home when he noticed a slight tinge of honey-brown near the front court.

"Fuji."

A chuckle was heard as Fuji Syusuke made himself apparent by stepping out of the shadows. He was clothed in a white leather jacket above his Seigaku regular's jacket, a red-and-green scarf nestled comfortably around his neck.

"What? No 'hellos'?" Fuji said, his face faking a hurt look.

"What are you doing here?"

"Ah…my heart hurts, Tezuka. Can't I wait for my friend?"

"Eiji had left with Oishi-,"

"I was waiting for you, Tezuka Kunimitsu."

Tezuka just stood there, his poker-faced mask was still on, though Fuji could've sworn he saw a ghost of a smile slid past just now. His grin was getting wider by the minute but considering that it was getting late and that they should head home, Fuji decided he had to break the silence - even though he was enjoying the way Tezuka was scanning him head to toe.

"Saa…should we go home, Tezuka?"

Tezuka nodded, still half-dazed. He couldn't believe that he had fallen so easily. But staring at Fuji like that…the snow contrasted with his honey-hair and his fair complex, making him look like an angel. It was a sight to behold. He couldn't help but feel awed by the scene. It just happened that every time he looked long enough at Fuji, his mind processed out that Fuji looked very pretty to him. It made his stomach flutter and re-awakens the sleeping desire hidden deep within his body. It was torture. Oh, how he hated staring at the tensai.

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Click.

Clack.

Click.

Clack.

Sigh.

An eyebrow twitched irritatingly as brown eyes tailed at the source of the sound. He was trying to watch TV, damn it. It's a Saturday night and he wanted some rest. It's not like he get to do this often, anyways.

"Oi, aniki! I'm trying to watch the movie here."

Blue eyes snapped open and Fuji spun to look at his brother.

"Oh…I'm sorry. Am I disturbing you?"

"With that phone, yeah. You kept opening it and closing it. It drives me crazy."

Fuji chuckled softly. "Well…"

"Seriously, aniki, just do it. It's not like I'm going to go away forever. After all, I promised you that I'll keep in touch while you're there. So, don't bother about me now. We can do this…"Yuuta made a face as his mind searched for a proper word, "brother-spending-time-together-thing at other times, alright?"

"Thanks, otouto," Fuji said, his face lit up by a serene smile.

As soon as Fuji jumped out of the couch, Yuuta took over his place, his hand immediately stretched towards the remote control. All of the sudden, though, the remote control disappeared from his view. Yuuta blinked. 'What the-'

"Aha! Not so fast, Yuuta."

Yuuta arched an eyebrow as he straightened himself, rubbing off invisible dust and wrinkled off his plain white sleeveless t-shirt.

"Nee-san."

"Well, since Syusuke's gone…I guess I'll take over. Now we can have a brother-sister-bonding, right, Yuuta?" Unbothered to even wait for an answer, Yumiko flipped through the channels. "Well, well, well. What should we watch, today, huh?"

"I want to watch 'S-'"Before he could finish, though, his sister had cut in. Again.

"I know! Let's watch 'Once Upon A Time Yumiko'!"

"What!" 'What the hell? Did that story even existed in the first place?'

His mind was racing to find an answer as he watched his sister open up the DVD player.

"NO! Please, no! Anything but that!"

Yumiko froze. Yuuta did too. After he felt the burning aura around his sister, that is. He deadpanned.

"On second thought…why don't we watch it? It seems like, uh…"Yuuta blanched, "such a lovely story."

"Oh, you think so? Hijiri made it. He's a famous producer at a large movie company. But, I guess you know that already."

"Uh…right."

Yuuta sighed. It had been very long since he faced with an angry onee-san. She was very scary. In fact, she was very scary that she made the scary people, like his aniki, looked not scary at all. Speaking of which…Yuuta wondered what the heck was on Fuji's mind when he saw his brother fumbling with his phone, just now. Not that he minded, anyway. But he had a slight hunch that it wasn't based on a good intention. He could feel the couch vibrated a little as Yumiko slumped herself on the couch. Well, at least he could occupy himself cursing the ancestors for passing down such dangerous genetics. Yuuta sighed. It was going to be a very long night.

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Tezuka walked out the bathroom, a towel hung loosely around his waist while he used another towel to dry his hair. His parents and grandparents were out that night - probably at a relative's. So, he wasn't all that worried about walking out the bathroom clad only in his towel. He walked towards his room, closed the door and was walking towards his closet when a sudden 'beep' stole his attention away from the clothes. Tezuka picked up the phone he placed on his desk and flipped it open, only to find that he had received a missed call – from a certain tensai, nonetheless. Wasting no time, Tezuka pressed on the speed dial button and waited for the other line to pick it up.

"Moshi moshi. This is Fuji."

"What is it?"

"My, my…such superb clothes you're wearing, Tezuka. Is that you're pyjamas?"

Tezuka frowned. 'How the hell-?' Keeping his breath in check, Tezuka calmly replied.

"Fuji, where are you?"

"Well, what do you think?"

"Answer me, Fuji."

"Why don't you check the window?"

Tezuka fought down the urge to curse as he went to the window by his desk. He opened the curtain slightly and peered into the streets below him.

"Where are you? I can't see you."

"Of course you can't. I'm not anywhere near your house."

"…"

"Oh…you're wondering how come I know what you're wearing, huh? Saa…I'm not called a tensai for nothing, 'Zuka-chan."

Tezuka felt as though his heart had stopped beating. 'Can it be…?'

"Fuji, don't tell me…" He could feel it. In the midst of his rapid heartbeat, he could feel the undeniable sensation. The all-too-familiar sensation that made his heart quickens its pace. The kind of sensation that tells him… 'Fuji is smiling.'

"Yes?"

"Fuji, you're at home, aren't you?"

'Fuji's smile widened.' He knew it. He could feel it. Just as much as he felt his own heart thumped faster.

"You have no idea what I'm doing. Nor what I'm wearing, as a matter of fact. You were just guessing, right, tensai?"

A chuckle. "You deserved the name much more than I do, Tezuka."

Tezuka sighed. Of relieved or disappointed, he wasn't sure. Fuji did give him a bit of a panic a while there. It was dangerous to let your guard down even for a minute when a certain prodigy might be near you somewhere. But then again, with his parents unavailable…it could've been such a great opportunity… Tezuka shook his head, trying to shrug of the mental image. 'No. Anything but pervert stuff…'

"Tezuka, you okay?"

Right. He had forgotten Fuji. "No. I mean, yes. I'm fine."

He could hear Fuji chuckled again at the other side. "Anything bothering you?"

"No. I told you, I'm fine."

"Oh, okay. Well, I just wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead." 'That's right…go ahead. Ask whatever you want to. Just make it quick.' He just can't bear the headache that had gratefully come along with the hentai image. Combing his already-dried brown strands with his free hand, Tezuka repeated. "Go ahead."

"Can you pick me up tomorrow?"

Mindlessly (a/n: probably because of his headache), Tezuka answered, "Sure."

Silence.

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure. Whatever."

"Alright. 7.30, okay? I'll be waiting."

"…"

"Oh, and Tezuka?"

"Hm?"

"What exactly are you wearing right now?"

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Click.

Fuji chuckled as he stared at the phone. All he did was ask. Well, that was what expected from the stoic captain, anyway. But he didn't really care. Because he knew somebody's going to pick him up tomorrow. And Fuji couldn't wait.

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'Pervert.'

Putting his phone back on the desk, Tezuka threw his body onto the soft bed of his. Damn. He really shouldn't have turned down the therapy session his father had offered him to come along to. Now, he had to fight down the mental image all alone. It wasn't an easy task, either. Not when it involves a certain prodigy. Tezuka groaned as the headache hit him again. 'I can't be sick... No. Not when there's a trip tomorrow-' And then, all of a sudden, something struck him. Tezuka jolted out of his bed and made a quick grasp for his phone. Making sure that he had checked the phone over and over again, Tezuka finally came to one certain indisputable fact -:

He had promised to pick Fuji up tomorrow. And Tezuka Kunimitsu never breaks promises.

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A/N : So, how was it? Any good? Well, why don't you try bring the cursor down to that button below there? Maybe I'll continue if you did. Maybe.