A/N: Mm, I wish I wasn't so lazy so that maybe I could write longer chapters...
Title: The Twelve Days of Fujicest
Rating: G
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji Syuusuke x Fuji Yuuta
Genre: Romance/Humor
Warnings: First-name referral, because 'Fuji' is obsolete in a story that revolves around both of them. And Syuusuke is a warning in himself.
Summary: Syuusuke counts the days between their birthdays and comes up with a holiday of their own.
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. It is the property of Konomi Takeshi.
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On the third day of Fujicest
Aniki gave to me...
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Yuuta blinked in confusion as three rolls of grip tape dropped onto his desk. Immediately knowing who was behind him (not many of the Fuji clan played tennis, you see), he asked, "Are those for me?"
Syuusuke beamed. "Yes, Yuuta-kun." Yuuta breathed a small sigh of relief as he heard the honorific. To be truthful, yobisute disturbed him. When it was Aniki using it, anyway.
But then Syuusuke laughed, corrected himself ("Sorry, I meant Yuuta"), explained about force of habit, and Yuuta was disturbed again.
"Uh, yeah...but thanks for the grip tape," Yuuta picked one of the rolls up, examining the label. The brand name was 'Prince' – well-known and very good. "Ibu-kun and Echizen-kun are always buying out all the damn grip tape in my favourite store."
"No problem, Yuuta. And getting grip tape is actually very easy at Seigaku...Tezuka buys it from another store, and he's always making sure we have a stock of it, anyway." A light, tinkling laugh sounded. Syuusuke walked over to the cactus, gently touching one of the spines. "Ah...and this looks extremely healthy. You must be taking good care of it." He paused, seemingly innocent; though Yuuta knew better than to believe that, though. "What was it's name again...?"
Oh. This again. Yuuta rolled his eyes inwardly, and replied, with the sweetest tone he could muster - "Mizuki."
"Didn't you two break up?" Syuusuke asked, all smiles and kindness. Yuuta had to resist the urge to push him out the window, which was conveniently open in the case that his brother did step over the line.
"Yes, but it's not like you can just change someone's name," Yuuta answered. "Mother doesn't go around changing our names at every whim, does she?"
"Well, no," Syuusuke relented, obviously bothered and thinking that this turn of events was unexpected. "But maybe you should make an exception for this...he did slap you and all, and then didn't give you the chance to explain, right?"
Yuuta frowned suspiciously. "Hey, all I told you was that Mizuki-san accused me of cheating on him with you and that he said you said something, how did you know all that?!"
"Ummm," Syuusuke stammered, trying desperately to maintain his dignity. "I, uh, I know a lot of things."
"Right," Yuuta countered doubtfully. "You were spying, Aniki."
"Was not," Syuusuke returned childishly, crossing his arms in defiance.
Yuuta raised an eyebrow. "Just admit you did it and I'll forgive you." His voice was stern, and he felt a sudden role-reversal; he was acting an awful lot like an older brother, and Syuusuke was taking the part of a whiny little sibling.
Not that he was whiny, mind you. He simply complained a lot.
"But I really didn't," Syuusuke insisted, leaning against the fresh white wall of Yuuta's room. "I had Inui do it for me." Yuuta scoffed, retorting that it was the same thing.
"But whatever. Just...stop with this stupid naming thing," Yuuta said in a disgruntled tone. "It's name is Mizuki, and that's not changing, got it, Aniki?"
Syuusuke pouted. "But Yuuta - "
"Ah!" Yuuta held up his left index finger. "No ifs, ands, or buts. Now get out of my room, I have midterms next week."
"That's not fair," Syuusuke hissed, dramatically storming out of his room.
Yuuta watched his brother's retreating back, smirking. Game and set, Fuji Yuuta. 6-0.
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Three rolls of grip tape,
Two ex-boyfriends,
And a cactus named Mizuki.
