A/N: Wow…I'm slacking off already. But I am rather unmotivated due to the lack of response…still I won't hold it against anyone. It's all psychological, though. I blame my subconscious for not hurrying me up. Its sorting this story as one of the last priorities since its not as demanding…T_T

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And without futher hindrance and blabbering…

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WARNING: Bad, crude, offensive language. Shounen-ai! MalexMale pairring. There is no yaoi, meaning hot steamy man sex. Simply because I consider myself still not ready to read all that (though I do some hehe), let alone write it. O.O

SUMMARY: AU. Tezuka Kunimitsu is the leader of a rising gang. Fuji Syuusuke is the son of the most lethal yakuza boss in Kyoto. Even in adverse times and the cruelty of fate, there exists...a story. TezuFuji.

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Chapter 4

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Atobe Kazuma was a rather wanted man. Between family and business, he often found little time for himself. All he really wanted was for one day to appreciate the beautiful, oh how he wished he could. A sigh escaped. He was quite looking forward to a day of touring art museums today, but some things just come up in urgent need of attention, it seems.

So this being the reason why he was currently 'enjoying' the scenery of the dull office of his vice-president instead of ethereal galleries, he lamented over the fact that there was no escaping his duty as Fuji Keisuke's 'right-hand man'. In all honesty, he rather disliked having to dabble with yakuza and the shady side of society. Normally, all of that 'other business' went to the Fuji-senior.

Society at its lowest was not considered beautiful.

He preferred reigning on Mount Olympus, superseding the clouds and second only to the sun. It really didn't do for a man of his caliber to deal with the dark arts of Lucifer, which he has dubbed his friend on multiple occasions.

Yet perhaps this was the reason for their faultless partnership. Balance.

"It was the second year of high school, was it not?"

Atobe Kazuma slowly raised his head attention. "Hm…was it?" He countered prudently, not wanting to admit inattentiveness. You never wanted to let a Fuji think you weren't paying attention.

The former's eyes narrowed suspiciously, before resuming staring at the blank wall. "Seishun. We had placed all our efforts and interest in that rather than focusing our studies." A curve of lips.

Atobe caught on to the flow of the conversation. Straightening himself, he added in his own comment, "Yes. Geniuses like us were bored. Something had to keep us occupied. It came at the opportune moment, didn't it?" He mused back to their adolescent adventures.

He wasn't expectant of the sigh that followed. Raising a delicate brow, he inquired, "Keisuke?"

The weary –he'd just noticed- man massaged his temples. "We followed that man everywhere, didn't we? The youthful vigor contained in us demanded to be released for some…soul-thrilling cause. And that man was the incarnation of just that."

The other blinked a few times, memories shining forth in a blaring light. Vivid images of an intelligent and charismatic man resurrected in his mind. "Hm…yes. He had much potential…"

"…that was all wasted!"

The president of Yotsuba turned in surprise to the unprecedented outburst from the normally composed Fuji Keisuke. "Ah-"

"And for what? Family? A good fortune it had done for him indeed! His good-for-nothing son was a coward that left when people around him needed him most!" Fuji Keisuke was fuming now. He could clearly recall the day the sentimental old fool 'retired' from yakuza business to take care of family. And he could also recall how the said son had turned out. Nothing by disappointment and shame to the honor his father once held.

Atobe knew better than to cut into the other's thoughts. 'Maa…Keisuke's going a little too far…' He grimaced as he realized his partner's anger was not about to curb anytime soon.

He wasn't counting the number of minutes he was simply standing, but it actually wasn't long till the impregnable silence was finally broken.

"Seishun-kai is on the rise again."

For the second time that day, a brow rose on Atobe Kazuma's head. "Oh? I thought you said it was a minor false alarm –"

"It isn't. I've confirmed it."

"Then – "

"It's not him, this time."

An sense of relief mixed in with disappointment within the Atobe senior. He settled on a third emotion of confusion. "Then why – "

"It's his grandson. If that bastard-son did one good thing, it was that he sired a son."

Atobe took this in and pondered on it carefully. Not wanting to be interrupted for the fourth time, he prodded, "So…"

Sigh. "Tezuka Kunimitsu. Tezuka Kunikazu's only grandson, and his most probable successor." The yakuza head let his eyes drift close.

And Atobe Kazuma was left with an empty feeling in his stomach.

Tezuka Kunikazu was a man of raw talents, a natural-born leader. If his grandson was anywhere near his grandfather…

…then Yotsuba had quite an issue at hand.

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Echizen Ryoga definitely thought they –being him and his idiot of a brother- had hidden talents in the art of stand-up comedy. If not, then they could be one of those comedic relief squished into one of those boring unending TV dramas their mother watched on a daily basis.

The young teen pictured himself giving instructions on using a hand grenade. Counting to the number 3, and not 2. The number that is not after 3, which is 4, but definitely not the one previous to it either, being 2.

Then he could picture Ryoma interrupting him with a simple 'Mada mada dane', and proceeding to chucking the hand grenade at the killer rabbit right then and there.

Oh joy.

He felt his fingers beginning to itch and began twitching into a drumming beat. Tapping his index finger a few more so than the rest on the ivory armchair, he let his head roll back and slid down into his seat.

He shot back up when the door swung open, with an old man hobbling into view.

Ryoga knew it was rude to comment…but this guy looked like he was about to keel over and die at any given moment. Really…it was just a heartbeat away…he could feel it.

The old man said nothing, except for a crooked smile on his face and his hands clasped loosely behind his hunched back.

Ryoga suddenly wondered if this was what Harry Potter felt like upon meeting one Albus Dumbledore.

He wasn't left much time to wonder when the door was suddenly banged open for a second time, this turn revealing a fifty-year old looking lady. She barged in and stood in front of the two brothers.

"Where are they? Those two brats of that damned Nanjiroh…!" She was seething and Ryoga couldn't help but raise his hand meekly.

"A-Ano…I'm Echizen Ryoga…and this is my kid brother, Ryoma…" He gulped at the fire-breathing dragon in front of him. What the hell had his father done to piss off an old lady as scary as this one? Once again, he found himself mentally cursing the man who sired him.

The old man in the corner cackled – which was quite startling considering everyone had neglected to notice him – and the old lady snapped sharply up at the sound.

After a dreadful lapse of silence, the lady sighed and turned to face the two 'Echizen-brats'. "Good grief…ah…this day's been somewhat hectic for me. My apologies. Your good-for-nothing father always had a tendency of dragging things off until the last minute. I got word of your arrival just five minutes ago…jeez…" She pinched the bridge of her nose and sat down in an opposing chair.

Ryoga blinked and wondered whether it was safe to speak. He discretely glanced over at his brother and sweat-dropped at the lack of change on his face. 'Oblivious to the world…' He twitched.

"My name is Ryuuzaki Sumire, the Vice-principle of Seigaku, and I don't know whether Nanjiroh told you or not, but I was his coach and practically his mother back when he was your age." She seemed to reminisce on something, but then grimaced. She then gestured to the bony, old grandpa standing awkwardly beside her and said, "This is the principle, you can just call him Principle Oji."

Oji flashed them a crooked smile, and Ryoga was sure he saw a flash of gold teeth. Or was that a trick of the light? In any case, he found himself shuddering. First the scary baa-chan that was likely entering menopause, and then the crooked old man who seemed to be not as brittle as he seemed. Ryoga off-handedly toyed with the idea that perhaps the old man was one of those old kung-fu masters that beat the hell out of you despite their old age.

A gentle knock pulled him out of his thoughts and three heads – Ryoma's not included – turned to find a student entering in.

"Ryuuzaki-sensei." He stated simply with a courteous nod and slight bow.

Ryoga scrutinized the figure before him. Tall, brunette, with a stern look, he could almost pass off for a young teacher if not for his uniform which clearly indicated his position as a student. He held himself with proper posture of authority and an aura that dictated due respect.

"This is Tezuka Kunimitsu, our accomplished Student Council President, as well as a senior this year." Ryuuzaki seemed quite proud of the young man beside him as she had clasped her hand firmly on his shoulder.

Ryoga winced since it seemed like it hurt. Tezuka didn't budge. That grandma had spunk…

The student council president gave a polite bow, "I hope you will enjoy our classes here." No twitch. No quirk of the lips. Nothing but a straight, impassive stare. Damn, was anyone here normal?

"Ah."

The elder Echizen sibling jumped at the noise, later realizing it was emitted from none other than his dear younger brother.

Ryoma was now blinking owlishly at Tezuka Kunimitusu, who in turn, was staring back. Ryoga seriously felt like poking both of them with a rod.

"It's him."

'It's him? What the Jesus Christ is that supposed to mean?' Ryoga pondered with much annoyance. He really didn't understand vague answers. Maybe that was why his last girlfriend dumped him. Girls are too vague. That's what he said to her. Then he got dumped. Yeah.

He was about to bombard his sibling with questions when something clicked in his head.

Tezuka…Kunimitsu…

Tezuka…

Tezuka…

Tezuka..

Oh shit. This was the guy that led the Seishun group?

For the umpteenth time, he cursed his baka-oyaji and his spontaneous stupidity.

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In a New York condo, Echizen Nanjiroh sneezed, causing him to get a full blast of the perfume ad in his sensual magazine.

Wasn't he allergic to this type of perfume?

Well oh shit.

A/N: Yay! Ok. So not a lot of Fuji. Crap. No Fuji. Where's Fuji? In the next chapter. The next fated chapter where Fuji meets Tezuka, and vice-versa.

I couldn't help with Monty Python and Sarah Palin references...XD

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