A/N: Thanks so much to all my reviewers and everyone who visited my website! Special thanks to those who took the time to sign the guestbook, I loved reading your comments. Thanks for all your support everyone. Please enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Prince of Tennis manga/anime.

Chapter 2

Ryoma tried to resist the urge to yawn, but failed as his mouth opened on reflex. After his mouth was safely closed again Ryoma took a quick so look around to see if the teacher had noticed.

"Mr. Echizen! If you're bored, why don't I give the treat of two extra laps? Two more laps added on boy!" the P.E. teacher yelled at him.

Ryoma sighed, he guessed the teacher had noticed. Disgust clouded his features as he sped up his pace until he was in front of all his classmate. Sure he liked a good workout, but being the brat he was he hated doing it on command.

"Hey, Ryoma sir, wait for me," a voiced called out, panting hard.

Ryoma turned his head slightly to see his sort-of friend Dan putting himself in stitches to catch up with his idol. Another sigh passed the hazel eyed teens lips. He had no idea how or why he became someone for Dan to look up to. He had met Dan two years ago when he transferred into the other boy's school. He had been there about a week when, as he was minding his own business, some random kid had run and bowed low before him. Dan had then proceeded to tell Ryoma how he was wonderful and why he was the best.

Ryoma, who had been fully creeped out, had turned around and quickly walked away. It wasn't a retreat per say, it was more of a tactical maneuver to…never mind, it was a retreat.

"Dan, you don't have to keep up with me, go at your own pace," Ryoma lectured the boy.

"But, sir, I just want to be with you," Dan's eyes watered.

"This is an order Dan, go slower," Ryoma said commandingly.

Dan sighed disappointedly, but nodded and fell back. Finally, Ryoma was wondering how long it would take to get his alone time again. Staying ahead of his horde of classmate Ryoma began to think. The truth was that he was worried about lunch. He really wished that Fuji had listened when he asked to eat outside, but Ryoma knew Fuji wouldn't.

Fuji liked to show Ryoma off. Fuji wanted people to see that he had what they could never have, but he didn't want them to see to much. Ryoma's boyfriend was a complicated person that few understood. Ryoma prided himself in being one of the select few who really knew the true Fuji, but even he didn't know it all. Spontaneous and unexpected actions and reactions forever came from Fuji. The older boy was a living paradox in Ryoma's opinion.

Like, some days if Fuji saw someone talking to Ryoma there would be no immediate reaction from the blue eyed teen. Then a different day, he saw that same person talking to Ryoma he'd flip out, well as much as Fuji flips out. It was the other way around too, He'd flip out the first time, but not the second. In fact, Ryoma sometimes thought that if he didn't truly love Fuji there would be no way he could stand him.

Ryoma liked things that made sense and Fuji sure wasn't one of those things. As a whistle blew Ryoma slowed to a stop as did his classmates.

"Everyone go change because the bell is about to ring. We'll finish these laps tomorrow," the teacher called out.

Everyone let out sighs of relief before the groans of pain began. Winching and walking slowly, Ryoma's classmates began to trudge to the locker rooms. Ryoma smirked at their pain and turned to head the same way in good condition. A hand on his shoulder stopped him however and he turned to see the P.E. teacher.

"Yes?" Ryoma asked trying his best to sound polite.

"I've got an older student of mine who wants to talk with you, can you?" the teacher asked.

"Fine," Ryoma sighed.

He really hoped this wouldn't take long or Fuji would get upset. The teacher led him back over to the outdoor track. He could see a tall teen standing by the track with a serious look on his face. Ryoma stopped in front of him and watched as the boy nodded his thanks. The teacher then turned and left him with this stony guy.

Ryoma quickly took stock of the other boy. He had light brown hair and dark brown eyes that were covered by glasses. His posture was perfect with his back so straight it was like a metal pole had been grafted to his spine. There was no smile on the older teens lips and Ryoma didn't think there had been one there for a long time. Besides all that, this guy was tall and by tall he means a lot taller than him. This almost cause Ryoma to pout. Why was he so short? Even Fuji was taller than him.

"What do you want?" Ryoma asked in his brisk tone.

If it was possible that frown seemed to become even more prominent. Ryoma held in a snicker at offending this proper boy, but instead smirked a little.

"I'm Tezuka Kunimitsu. It's nice to meet you Echizen," the boy bowed slightly.

"How do you know who I am?" Ryoma asked as he bow back shortly.

"Your coach told me your name," he said in his serious, grave voice.

"Ah, so what do you want?" Ryoma repeated himself.

"I saw you running and I want you to join the track club," Tezuka requested.

"Excuse me?" he raised an eyebrow.

"The track club needs more members and you're a first year, yes?" Tezuka asked.

"Yes…" Ryoma said slowly.

"Good, you have potential and I think you should join," Tezuka said in that commanding voice.

Ryoma stared at the boy for a moment. The track team, no way. He had decided not to join any team this year.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" Ryoma changed the subject.

A brief look of guilt passed over Tezuka's face and that made Ryoma's smirk wider.

"No, I was on my way to the restroom when I spotted you running," Tezuka said.

"So you just had to stop and recruit me?" Ryoma asked amused.

Before Tezuka could answer another boy came into view. His hair was a dark grayish-purple and he had dark blue eyes. He was shorter than Tezuka, but still taller than Ryoma. A mole was beneath his right eye that annoyed Ryoma a bit.

"There you are Tezuka," he said in what Ryoma would call an arrogant voice.

"Atobe," Tezuka answered stonily.

"The teacher wanted me to come and make sure you were still in the land of the living. So I graciously volunteered to come check on you and what do I find? You out here flirting with a short boy," Atobe said in a loud exaggerated voice.

The bell for lunch rang and Ryoma's stomach dropped. Time to go to, what he was sure was, his doom.

"Well as touching as this is, I have places to be," Ryoma said.

"Think about it, okay?" Tezuka asked, ignoring an annoyed Atobe.

"Alright, but I don't think I can join," Ryoma said, turning to leave.

"Why?" Tezuka asked in an almost curious voice.

"I'm not sure my boyfriend will let me. Bye, Tezuka and Monkey King," Ryoma said as he walked away.

When he reached the door he turned his head a bit to see the shocked looks on their faces and he went inside. Honestly, if he wanted to join he would even if Fuji didn't want him to. It was however priceless to see their faces. He wondered when the other boy would realize what Ryoma had called him.

Ryoma finished pulling on his uniform and left the locker room. He made a stop at his homeroom and grabbed his lunch. He ignored the people calling his name, especially Dan and Horio. As he walked through the hall to where he thought Fuji's room was he prayed his boyfriend wouldn't embarrass him too much. When he finally reached the third year hall people were everywhere. He knew that in between classes you can eat where you want and go visit you friend, but he had expected the third year hall to be the least rowdiest, instead it was the worst.

A redhead and a enraged brown-haired kid ran past him as he tried to maneuver his way to classroom 3-2. Weird looks were thrown his way as he walked through the hall. Ryoma knew those who saw him wanted to know why a first year was in their hall. This was why he had asked his lover if they could eat outside. Sure, Ryoma liked some attention, but not this much. Finally he entered Fuji's homeroom and his eyes instantly found his boyfriend. His feet began their journey over to Fuji's spot.

Fuji was sitting with his friend Eiji, some guy with hat hair, and a frail looking kid with bluish hair. When he got closer he saw Eiji notice him and jump up. Soon he was hit full on with one Kikumaru Eiji who was squeezing the life out of him..

"Ochibi! I haven't seen you in forever! Fuji hasn't been keeping you locked in some closet has he?" Eiji spoke loudly and everyone n the vicinity stopped to stare.

Ryoma could feel his life force draining until Eiji was finally pulled off him. Gasping for breath he fell in to Fuji's arms.

"Eiji…" Fuji said warningly.

"I'm sorry," Eiji apologized.

"It's fine Eiji," Ryoma muttered and Fuji lead him to sit down.

"It's good to see you, Ryo-baby. How's your day been?" Fuji asked with his ever present smile on.

"Fine," Ryoma said as he saw the frail one exchange a look with the messy one.

Ryoma sighed as Fuji smiled broadly. They both knew that the game had begun.

"Ryo-baby, this is Yukimura Seiichi and Yukimura this is Ryoma Echizen," Fuji pointed to the frail kid and Ryoma nodded to him.

After Yukimura had nodded back Fuji went on.

"This is Yukimura's childhood friend, Sanada Genichirou," Fuji said.

There were nods of acknowledgement from both of them. Ryoma mused that this was the second person he had met today that looked like they hadn't had enough fun in their life. His mind briefly swirled back to Tezuka Kunimitsu and thought about his offer. Track…Ryoma was abruptly pulled back into the real world by a quick squeeze to his thigh.

"Ryoma, are you paying attention?" Fuji asked half in amusement and half in annoyance.

"No sorry, what did you ask," Ryoma questioned his love.

"I wanted to know if you're going to eat," Fuji smiled sweetly or something like sweet.

"Yes," Ryoma mumbled.

He looked down and unwrapped his lunch. Taking the top off his lunch he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat. Today's lunch was pretty good and was thankfully Japanese style, not western.

"Ryoma," Fuji said.

"Yes?" he asked after he swallowed.

"Can I have one?" Fuji didn't wait for an answered though.

Before Ryoma could say no he already had some of Ryoma's food on his own chopsticks and in his mouth. Ryoma briefly wondered how Fuji could make eating food sexy, but this was Fuji.

"Syuu!" Ryoma complained, forgetting not to call Fuji by his first name.

"I'm sorry, Ryo-baby. Did you want something of mine to make up for it?" Fuji asked in a fake tone of remorse.

"No," Ryoma said sourly as he turned back to his own food.

He ignored the looks he was getting and the squeals of how cute 'Ochibi' was from Eiji. Where had the boy gotten that nickname from anyhow, he hated it. It only served to remind him of how short he was.

"Sorry Ryo-baby," Fuji said again.

"It's okay," Ryoma said in a resigned tone.

"Excuse me," Yukimura said after clearing his throat to get their attention.

"Yes," Fuji asked smiling still.

"Are you to only friends?" he asked and Ryoma wanted to smack him for asking.

"Of course not. Ryoma's my boyfriend," Fuji said louder than he had to.

As everyone around went silent and stared Ryoma put his face in his hands. Why did Fuji have to be so…so… Fuji?

A/N: Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. Please review, I love to hear from the readers. Criticism is welcome and I answer everylogged in review I get. Next chapter is back in Fuji's POV. Please look forward to it!

-Kin