A/N: Hopefully I didn't portray Fuji as and extremely evil person because well he can be sometimes, but other than that he seems like a cool kid. My chapters are short because it's easier to proofread shorter chapters and stuff and I can update faster. I feel like including shorts at the end since including only my OC, Fuji, and that other girl would seem kind of boring.

I'm also trying to use a more serious tone. It's not working that well though. I'm going to attempt to be romantic but when I try to it just sounds ridiculously stupid XD


Chapter 3: Too Much Ice Cream Makes You Fat


Both Fuji and Asami were sitting down around those quaint little tables you find near ice cream parlors. Asami had gotten herself a large strawberry ice cream; Fuji got himself a small black raspberry frozen yogurt. It was quite sunny outside with a few clouds in the sky. Fuji's chestnut colored hair was wet from the shower he had taken after practice. He had that fresh flowery smell on it. It smelled pretty good.

Asami sat there and stared.

It was completely silent between them.

...

"Saa...I heard some ice cream factories don't inspect their machines so the ice cream they make could be filled with all sorts of weird stuff," Fuji said as he ate another spoonful of his frozen yogurt.

She gave him a skeptical look.

"…But aren't you eating ice cream too?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"No, this is frozen yogurt," He replied as if there were a HUGE difference. Well there probably is a big difference but the writer of this story is too ignorant to know it.

"…Right," She replied wanting to get away from this subject as soon as possible, "So when's your next tennis match?"

"The Kantou Region Tournament is coming up this Saturday. We'll get to play against St. Rudolph," Fuji answered, "Yuuta goes to St. Rudolph."

After saying that his smile seemed to have gotten bigger, he seemed to radiate…and maybe even sparkle.

Asami just gave him a weird look.

His expression was kind of creepy, yet some what adorable.

"Um...are you related to Yuuta?" Asami said unsurely, if it was his secret lover or something she would've died. He nodded.

"My brother."

It looked like he was glowing now...

It started to make Asami's eyes burn. She realized that talking to him anymore would be useless. She made a note to herself that the only subjects he seemed to ever talk about was his brother and tennis. It seemed to be the only subjects they could talk about without her getting insulted.

"...I'm going to go home now," She said slowly as she got up and left Fuji alone.


When Asami got home she took a nice long shower. Sure it had only been two days but it was pretty eventful.

She had gone from barely existing to Fuji, to being rejected, to being like a five year old.

Wonderful.

She got out of the bath tub and dried herself off and made her way to her bed room. On the plus side she had gotten Fuji's number today but only after making up stupid excuses and and having Fuji make fun of her, but it was worth it.

She sat down on her bed and starting combing through her long black hair.

She stared at it.

There were split ends everywhere, she needed to get a hair cut soon. She looked in her mirror nearby and stared at the sullen looking face staring back. Make-up wouldn't hurt either.

She looked at her room wishing that the walls weren't painted white. So boring. The only things that existed in her room was her bed, computer, desk, and a half empty bookcase. Why was it even there in the first place?

She set the comb she was using on her desk. Asami looked over at the poster for the photography convention lying on the it. She would ask Fuji if he wanted to go some other time.

She picked up the phone and dialed Fuji's number.

Right now she just wanted to have a proper conversation. Everyone's been teasing her how much of an idiot she's been lately and she wanted to be taken seriously, especially with a boy.


Fuji polished his camera lenses and placed his prized camera down gingerly on his desk. He made his way to his master closet which he had successfully transformed into a dark room. He kept his clothes in a bureau.

He absolutely loved his dark room. He could spend hours in it looking over the hundreds of pictures plastered over the wall. Sure, he wished it was a little bigger but he wasn't complaining. There was also a small shelf that held some prizes he had won from photography contests.

He looked over at the photos of his brother, sister, mother, and the scarce photos of his father. His favorite photo was the one where he, Yuuta, Yumiko, and his mother had gone hiking. Yuuta looked like he was about to cry from the large swelling misquito bite on his arm. Fuji had smiled like always, and Yumiko had them both in a tight hug. There father was on a business trip that day.

He heard his phone ringing but he made no hurry to pick it up.

After a few more seconds, he sauntered out of the closet and looked at his cell phone that had stopped ringing.

'One Missed Call 7:42pm Asami Michiri"

He looked at his phone for a few seconds.

Normally he wouldn't have called back.

But he had started dialing her number anyway.


"Syuusuke-kun, can I talk to you?" Narumi asked pulling Fuji out of the crowded before class began.

"Saa…What could Miyako possibly want to do with me?" Fuji asked with his usually pleasant smile plastered on his face. He was hoping to scare his ex away.

She frowned.

"Please don't say it like that Syuusuke-kun," Narumi said, "I wanted to talk to you about Asami-chan."

"What about her?"

"I'm going to be frank," She said in a serious tone, "Asami-chan is and idiot. She's gullible and oblivious. If you told her the world was going to explode tomorrow she would start calling up everyone she knew to tell them that she loved them and that she'd hope to see them in heaven."

He chuckled.

"Saa…I got that feeling the first time I talked to her," Fuji said.

"I just want to warn you that someone like you could abuse her, yell at her, insult her, and she'd still think you were the greatest person alive," Narumi said making hand signs, "You are a really nice guy but sometimes you can be really harsh and I know you could probably have a lot of fun teasing her, well because I know I do, but she never seems to take them seriously…just don't take advantage of her."

She took a breath from her ridiculously long sentence.

"Don't contradict yourself, Miyako," Fuji said playfully, "If I were a nice guy I wouldn't take advantage of her, ne?"

"Ah, you're right…"

RINNGG!!

And thus classes began and they parted ways.

"I just can't resist teasing her though. It's too much fun."


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"So the lineup for Saturday's match with St. Rudolph is…" Tezuka started but he trailed off as he started at Ryoma, who had a cat.

Cuddled on his head.

"Echizen, why is there a cat on your head?" Tezuka questioned. His face remained stoic and serious though, but his eyebrow moved like a millimeter in a questioning manner.

"Because Karupin loves me," was Echizen's simple reply.

"Set him down," Tezuka commanded, "You can't play tennis with a cat on your head."

"Yadda"

Then Ryoma gave him a look that was like: "I AM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS. I DO WHAT I WANT."

Everyone telepathically agreed that he had a point. Tezuka was appalled that he was being defied. He didn't really show it though. His mouth just kind of twitched somewhat resembling a frown.

"You're picking up the tennis balls with the freshmen later," Tezuka commanded. Ryoma was in agony because he was actually being treated like a freshman and he also felt betrayed by his beloved captain.

"Mada mada dane"