"Syusuke..." Yukimura murmurred, his eyes wide open in shock and hand gripping his phone tightly as their eyes were locked in a stare. "Did you-"
"I heard everything," Fuji hissed, eyes turning possibly darker than it was in the night. "Who is she?" the brunette demanded, fists clenching at his sides. The bluenette blinked his eyes at him, expression somewhat complexed.
"What are you talking about, Syu-" the other male paused, eyes widening in surprise as if coming to a realization. "She... I... I don't really know how to explain it..."
"Tell me," Fuji demanded, voice low and menacing. His eyes narrowed into slits. "You had a son with her," he stated, his tone despiseful. Yukimura went rigid with shock. "I never thought you had it in you. Sleeping with a woman." The bluenette swallowed hard, pressing his lips into a thin line and creasing his brows. "Who is she?" Fuji tried again with a firmer tone.
Yukimura took a deep breath and replied, "I lied." The brunette sent him a confused look. "When I said it was a mistake, I lied. That person was special... H-"
"So special enough for you to cheat on us," the brunette deadpanned, his words causing the other male to flinch. "Who is she? Tell me now, Yukimura."
It was like a slap to his face. Fuji has always called him by his first name. To hear him call him with such hatred in his voice tore Yukimura's being apart.
"I will tell you," the bluenette answered reluctantly. "Not right now, but soon."
Fuji gritted his teeth. "And why not?"
Yukimura sighed and replied, "it's complicated, but... you'll know soon."
'I cannot believe him,' Fuji thought, a deep frown contorting his beautiful face. His sapphire eyes were unfocused and hollow, drumming his fingers on the table. 'Just who is this woman he's seeing...?'
"Something bothering you, Syusuke?" A deep voice pierced through his thoughts. Fuji raised his head and met the worried looks of his lovers. "You could tell us about it," Tezuka said softly with a small patient smile.
"Ah," Fuji smiled back and nodded his head. "I was just thinking about my latest project," he replied nonchalantly, flopping a hand listlessly. "I have to take photos for a sports magazine, is all."
"Are you sure that is all?" Atobe raised a brow, raising a porcelain tea cup to his lips. Fuji nodded his head silently, stretching his lips into a smile.
"Yeah," the effeminate male said. "I'm sure "
"Well, we think that something is up," Sanada spoke seriously, his expression concerned. Fuji closed his eyes and sighed in defeat. "We know you too well to know you're hiding something from us."
"Well," Fuji paused for a moment to think. 'I can't just say it, can I?' he thought, remembering the incident with Yukimura.
If his lovers were to find out about their former lover's affair with a woman, they were surely be heart broken. Especially about the child he haf with her.
'I can't say it...' his heart clenched tightly as he remembered how many years it has been since the five of them were together.
"Well?" Atobe inquired, creasing his forehead.
Fuji heaved a sigh. "I just miss Seiichi, is all..." he smiled three older males bristled at the mention of their former lover.
Atobe sighed through his nostrils, placing two fingers against his glabella. Tezuka said nothing and sliced through the meat on his place while Sanada cleared his throat and closed his eyes, his face dark and filled with anguish.
He was the one who was most affected by the break up, being the one who knew about Yukimura the most. They were in the same school together and their first meeting was completely love at first sight.
Sanada was a stoic man, but when he found out about Yukimura's feelings for him, he had felt joy he never knew he could ever feel.
"I'm sorry," the brunette apologized guiltily, feeling ashamed of himself. He'd forgotten for a moment how sensitive a topic it was for everyone, especially Sanada.
"No," the tanned male, Sanada, replied, shaking his head. "It's okay. Surely, everyone here feels the same way. We all do miss him."
"Yes," Atobe agreed a bit reluctantly, but his word was true. "Although, if he were ever to come back begging for forgiveness," he said, tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear. "It wouldn't be easy for us to just simply give him a second chance."
'That's true,' Fuji thought agreeably. Even if Yukimira were to come to him and beg on his knees for forgiveness or cast away all of his pride, he wouldn't just easily forgive him.
No, he wouldn't. In fact, he had the sickest thought of having to make the male suffer.
The brunette smirked to himself. 'It's not exactly a bad idea.'
"I agree, Keigo," Fuji replied softly. "You're right with that."
Atobe huffed, running his fingers through his silver locks. "Of course, I am."
"Can we just not talk about this right now?" Tezuka spoke up, knitting his brows together.
Fuji chucked sheepishly and said, "Alright then."
It'd be a shame if anyone weren't to go out and see the lovely sight of cherry blossom petals wandering aimlessly in the spring air. It was a perfect day for Fuji to go sightseeing and take pictures.
He loved taking pictures of his surroundings. When he was completely enamored by a photograph, he would print them out and put them in frames to hang them up in the bedroom.
As a photographer, he loved looking at his photos and just feeling proud of having been the one to take them.
'I wonder what kind of pictures I'll take today,' he thought happily, looking at his surroundings. Children were running around, chasing each and laughing. A picture of innoncence. It was a sight that was truly to behold.
Fuji raised his camera to his eyes and quickly took a picture of the children playing. He looked at the shot and smiled, feeling pleased with the outcome.
Being a photographer was truly one of the most joyful jobs. To Fuji, photography made him able to appreciate life and its beauty. He most especially loved being able to show people the beauty in the simplest of things.
THWACK!
The sound of an abject hitting against concrete shook the photographer out of his thoughts. He whipped his head and spotted a young male inside a tennis court, hitting a tennis ball against a wall. Fuji's features brightened upon seeing the scene.
'Perfect,' he thought and decided to come near the unsuspecting male for a close-up photo. The photographer brought the camera to his eyes and positioned himself to create the perfect angle for the photo and quickly took a picture of the male.
The young male stopped his actions upon hearing the sound of the camera and wheeled around to face Fuji. The male's face was shadowed by a white cap for the photographer to even see his face. "Did you just...?"
"Oh, sorry," Fuji chuckled softly. "I thought you had a really good form, so I decided to take a picture of you."
The shorter male hummed thoughtfully. "Is that so...?" he tilted his head. "You're a photographer," the younger male stated.
"Ah," Fuji nodded his head and smiled. "I'm Fuji Syusuke and I'm taking pictures for a sports magazine," he explained. "You don't mind if I use your picture, do you?"
The male shrugged his shoulders casually. "Doesn't matter much to me, really."
"I didn't get your name," the brunette said, looking at the male expectantly.
The younger male merely adjusted his cap and simply said, "Ryoma. Echizen Ryoma."
"Well, Echizen-kun," Fuji said smilingly. "It's nice to meet you." The brunette held his hand out to him and Ryoma shook it briefly.
"You too," the shorter male said casually. They were mildly startled when they heard a child cry out in pain. The two males turned and saw a boy on the ground, crying. To Fuji's surprise, Ryoma dropped his racket, ran to the child, and helped the little boy get up on his feet.
"Hey, now... Don't cry..." Ryoma spoke softly to the child. "You're a boy, so don't cry, okay?" he cupped the boy's cheeks and wiped the boy's tears away with his thumbs. The sight was a precious one, Fuji thought.
The brunette decided to take another picture of Ryoma who, upon hearing the shutter, glanced at him briefly and looked back at the child. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
The child quickly shook his head and gave him a smile. "Thanks, big sister!" the boy said before running off to play with his friends. Ryoma heaved a troubled sigh and stood up, dusting himself off.
"Hey," Ryoma began, turning to face the older male. "I know you're taking pictures for a magazine, but I don't see how that could be of any use for it."
Fuji chuckled lightly and answered, "I just thought it was really cute."
"Cute...?" The younger male questioned, tilting his head slightly to the side.
"I think I'll print it and frame it to put it in my room," Fuji said teasingly and laughed softly as a cry of protest left Ryoma's lips. "Do you want to see it? If you want, I could print it and give you a copy."
"Can I see?" Ryoma asked and the brunette willingly handed his camera over to him. The younger male took a look at the picture and stared at it for a moment. "This..."
"Yes?" Fuji asked, smiling.
"This doesn't look like me at all," Ryoma complained, handing the camera back to the brunette. "I look like a different person."
"Really?" Fuji arched a brow and took a look at the picture. It didn't really show the younger male's face that clearly, however, the fond smile left unshadowed stood out. It was, Fuji thought, a wonderful smile that showed much affection to the kid, which warmed the heart. "I think it's wonderful."
"Heh," Ryoma mused. "Whatever you say."
"It reflects reality, which in my opinion, says that you're a kind person," Fuji smiled softly.
"Well," Ryoma hummed to himself. "I guess so."
"You guess?" Fuji raised a brow at the male in amusement.
"Haven't you heard that photos can also alter reality?" the shorter male asked with a sly tone in his voice.
"Are you saying you're not a kind person then, Echizen-kun?" Fuji asked curiously, quirking a brow at him.
"Just saying," answered the younger male casually. "Good luck with your project, by the way."
Fuji nodded his head. "Ah, yes. Thank you," the brunette smiled brightly at him. Ryoma pulled his cap off, revealing his face completely. His hair, the color of electric blue, fell softly on his shoulders and framed his heart-shaped face. His eyes, the color of molten gold, stared into Fuji's own sapphire orbs and simply took his breath away.
"I'll be going now," the beautiful male announced, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and shooting the older male a brilliant smile.
It was totally out of his control... It was as if his body had a mind of its own, surprising him and Ryoma as he suddenly grabbed the golden-eyed male, stopping him from taking a step away.
"I-I..." the brown-haired male was at all loss for words, his actions rendering him speechless. Ryoma stared at him curiously, waiting for words to come out of his mouth. "Will I see you again?" the words escaped from his lips - words that just came into his mind - words he hadn't even thought through.
A smile stretched the dark-haired male. "You remind me of someone a lot," he remarked, fluttering his eyelashes at the man. "He said the same thing to me once."
Fuji's heart sank. Why it did, he didn't understand, confused by how he was feeling this way towards the male. "I see..." he muttered, releasing his grip on the male's wrist. "I'm sorry," he shook his head as if trying to snap himself out of some sort of daze. "I don't know what came over me."
"Is that so?" the golden-eyed boy smirked. "I must be really special then."
"Well," Fuji chuckled sheepishly. "I somehow can't disagree to that."
"I often come here," Ryoma informed with a smile, putting his cap back on. Fuji gave him a surprised look. "If you ever need someone to talk to, you can come to me."
"I'll remember that," the brunette said softly with a gentle expression on his face. Ryoma picked up his tennis ball from the ground and put it in his pocket before picking up his racket.
"See ya," Ryoma gave him a smile before he walked away, leaving Fuji all by himself, the brunette staring intensely at the dark-haired male's back.