First and foremost; I love you guys.

I love you and appreciate everyone who reads and reviews, very, very, very much. You get 500 internet cookies for being awesome. Your enthusiasm makes me want to keep writing, and I've already got a lot of chapters done because I've been working on this for a while, so this will probably be updated every two or three days. My muse for this...(pairing? Whatever)...has been totally off the wire, so I've been writing A LOT (and totally ignoring my Hiyoshi/Oishi fanfic100 challenge shame)

I suppose I should add this warning because someone had mentioned it. There is no beta for this fic because I 1) Don't know anyone on the interwebz that well 2) My friends would forget if I asked them, and they don't watch/read PoT. So you'll have to bear with me for now. I try and read over everything but its sooooo embarrassing reading your own work, especially something your wrote weeks ago (like this chapter). So, sorry about any mistakes, I'm doing my best (insert random Tenimyu joke).

Disclaimer: Really? Do I need to? Look at chapter one if you really don't know.


"Tezuka's coming too?" Oishi blinked as Fuji said they had to wait for Tezuka to finish in the bathroom. He had tried to ignore Eiji's advice and dress 'casual'. Until he realized that Fuji had already put out what he was wearing on his bed. The tight black jeans Eiji had bought him for his birthday and the short sleeve button-up shirt which exposed too much of his neck and chest - at least in Oishi's opinion. The stupid shirt didn't have buttons near the neck and so he never wore it - at least until now.

"Mmm, guess I forgot to mention that." Fuji said, not sounding the least bit disturbed. "Oh well."

"Shouldn't you two just go to see the movie?" Oishi said, fidgeting with the cell phone in his pocket. "I'll - ." Feel like the third wheel. "It'll be awkward, won't it?"

"Relax, Oishi." Fuji patted his shoulder lightly and then squeezed it gently. "All three of us haven't hung out together in a long time, it'll be fun."

Oishi drew a blank and simply stared and Fuji. Trying to figure out what kind of fun he would get from watching two of his friends cuddle and be all over each other for three hours or whatever long span of time they were planning to be out.

"Lets change the topic." Fuji said suddenly. "You're hair - I think you should spike it."

"It is spiked." Oishi ran a hand through his black hair. He'd grown it out since Junior High, the hair fangs got old really quick. He'd gone back to the fluffy-spikey look he'd had in seventh grade.

"I mean with gel, you look like a fluffy little kitten right now. Cute." Fuji reached up and ruffled his hair like a child. "You want to be a sexy tom cat."

Oishi almost shivered and backed away as Fuji's voice suddenly dropped an octave. If it was anyone else - anyone he might have considered it flirting, but he couldn't because this was Fuji.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Both Oishi and Fuji turned to see Tezuka coming toward them, adjusting his glasses and brushing off his rather form-fitting long-sleeved black button shirt. (Which had buttons at the neck, Oishi couldn't help but think, so not fair.) "Fuji, I could not wear that out in public." His eyes flickered once to Oishi and then landed on his boyfriend.

"But Tezuka..." Fuji seemed ready to whine, as a slight frown crossed his face. But, then took a quick glance at his watch eyes still closed, Oishi's eyebrow twitched slightly as Fuji said. "Saa, maybe next time. We'll be late if we don't go."

He grabbed Tezuka's hand first and then latched his hand onto Oishi's arm, as if he thought the other would run away. Oishi looked at Tezuka alarmed, but the other only gave a slight grin in his direction and said nothing.


The theatre was pretty crowded when they got there, and it seemed to give Fuji an excuse to keep holding on to both of his companions while they pushed through the maze of people to the ticket line.

"Oishi, go get popcorn please." Fuji let Oishi go and then looked at Tezuka. "Go with, and make sure he doesn't get lost or escape." Fuji stood on tip-toe to kiss Tezuka on the cheek then flashed Oishi a smile before heading off to get tickets.

Tezuka looked after Fuji for a moment, a small adoring smile - barely noticeable - on his lips. Only when he noticed Oishi was looking at him did he return to his stoic expression and headed toward the popcorn line(1). Oishi followed after quickly, looking at the sizes and deciding he'd better get a small, and he'd steal some from Tezuka and Fuji if he really had too. They'd be too busy with each other to really notice anyway.

"What do you want to drink?" Tezuka suddenly seemed much closer than Oishi realized. He resisted the urge to move away as Tezuka's arm touched his slightly.

"I'll pay for it Tezuka, I was thinking of getting a combo meal anyway." Oishi said automatically, rethinking what to get immediately. There was no way he was letting Tezuka treat him, he'd done too much already.

He heard Tezuka sigh and say. "Oishi we're almost at the front, do you want coke or sprite?"

"Really, I can buy my own." Oishi said looking up, only to find Tezuka staring at him, looking completely unamused. "Sprite, then?"

Tezuka nodded, satisfied and Oishi felt like groaning. Defeat. The score had to be Tezuka; 100 and Oishi; 2...and those were probably points for trying. He didn't even want to think of Fuji and Tezuka combined. He really needed to grow a backbone soon. He appreciated it, and maybe he even liked when both of them doted on him, but it was getting to be a lot. He was a grown man with a job. No matter how many times I remind myself, I can't do anything about it though. Defeat, absolute defeat.

"Uwaah, look at how cute they look!?"

"Do you suppose they're on a date?"

Oishi froze and resisted the urge to look behind them. He already knew from the voices, two teenage girls with an unhealthy obsession with two males who happened to be romantically involved. Yaoi fangirls. Not that he'd had a one on one experience, but he'd heard stories from Fuji, who found them amusing, and had decided he never wanted that experience ever.

Especially not with his best friend who happened to be his other friend's boyfriend. Yeah.

"Ne, ne. Which one is the uke?"

"Well obviously its the--." (2)

"Come on, Syuuichiro." Tezuka grabbed his arm and pulled him away, a bucket of popcorn cradled in his arm and a drink in his hand.

"Sorry about that." He hadn't meant to stand so close to Tezuka. But it would've been rude to move away, those girls had been the rude ones. Still, Tezuka hadn't seemed to mind and that was really weird. Not a good really weird either, but a kind of...well you know weird. One that made you feel like you were doing something really bad, even if you didn't know what if was.

"We're at theatre four."

Oishi immediately latched onto Tezuka's arm with both hands as he was scared out of his thoughts. He blinked wildly as he realized that it was just Fuji who'd appeared next to him. Immediately he calmed down, trying to hide his blush as Fuji chuckled and patted his shoulder lightly.

"Oishi." Tezuka was looking at him intently, glancing only once at his arm, currently being held hostage by Oishi.

"Ah." With a nervous laugh he let go and wrung his hands. Head down he quickly picked up his pace so that he was in front of Tezuka and Fuji. He could practically feel there gazes burning into him, and he realized that these next two hours were going to be a nightmare.


(1) Does anyone know what that place is called? Its not really a concession stand is it? I've totally drawn a blank when I think about it, because its usually right there and you don't have to tell someone where your going.

(2) I'd be a dirty liar if I didn't admit that me and my friends have probably had a conversation like this in a public place. We could careless what we say when we're out having a good time. So, sorry to anyone we ever traumatized during our somewhat disturbing conversations.

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Love, Tabis