Fallen Angel

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Disclaimer: PoT is not mine. If it were, I'll be filthy rich, right?

Excuse me if the happenings aren't consistent with the ones in the anime, well, this IS a fanfic…

Pairing: Tezuka – Fuji. Gyaaaaaaah, beautiful people. I'll keep this as mild as possible. And chaste, if I can.

Warning: OOCness…

a/n: hmm… I had to tweak my original plot so as to be consistent with Miyuki's character… it's rather inconsistent with the 2nd chappie, I know, and I'm sorry. But I'm a reader too and I know the feeling of reading about a character and finding that he/she is off in a fanfic, so I'm making up for my mistake now so there won't be conflicts in the future chapters –this fanfic still has a looooooooong way to go. Miyuki is a part of the development… there is still a bigger conflict in the plot.

Kagerou Fuji said that Miyuki calls Tezuka 'thief bro' since he 'stole' her racket when they were in Germany, btw. I heart you, Kagerou Fuji, for those facts, much thanks. Is Miyuki on to something? Hmm, why not? 3

I dunno about jealous buchou… can't do that here, gomen. Much of a jealous buchou in the sequel, though. I say muuuuuuuuch. Haha. That's because I'm already writing the sequel.

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Genetics was a broad topic so Tezuka suggested that Fuji should stick on to one major branch. "DNA vaccines," said Tezuka. "If you choose that, I could be of much help."

"Ahh," said Fuji, nodding as he read the book which Tezuka showed. He smiled inwardly. He had been intending to pry about Miyuki, but Tezuka being Tezuka, was successfully able to steer the conversation into that of gold beads and tungsten guns. But Fuji being Fuji couldn't be easily deterred from his purpose. "Ne, Tezuka, don't you think Miyuki is cute?" asked the tensai offhandedly. "When she grows up, she could be more than that."

Tezuka just stared blankly.

The smile on Fuji's face broadened with amusement. "She seems quite attached to you," said he. "And you dote on her, too."

"Do you like her?" asked Tezuka.

"If you were her real brother, and if I liked her, you'd be quite a problem if I started asking her out… in the future," said Fuji whose eyes have turned completely into slits. Really, he was becoming increasingly entertained by Tezuka's reactions – or lack thereof.

"You shouldn't mind me in any case," said Tezuka uncaringly.

"But she would," said Fuji simply.

"Why would she?" asked Tezuka, his face was as straight as ever.

Fuji watched the buchou's back as the latter got up to get some more books from the shelf. He smiled to himself and wondered how someone like Tezuka could be imperceptive of other people's emotions. There was the fact that Tezuka didn't lie. If Tezuka asked about something, then, he mustn't really know the answer. And Tezuka answered questions outright - which made him cocky in other people's opinions. Tezuka, Fuji figured, really didn't know about Miyuki's feelings. Why did the heavens give Tezuka such an enlarged cerebrum, but a small hypothalamus?

"Fuji."

Blinking, Fuji eyed the buchou questioningly. The latter was shoving a particularly heavy book toward the tensai. It read: Immunology.

"It has all the things you'll need."

"I see," said Fuji, smiling thankfully. "I was thinking… if Miyuki were older, she'd be such a sweet and thoughtful person. Don't you think so, ne, Tezuka?" When Tezuka didn't reply, Fuji continued. "Won't it be worth it to wait for her to grow up?"

Frowning, Tezuka eyed Fuji warily.

"If she were your sister, would you allow me to ask her out?" asked Fuji interestedly. He couldn't understand why, but he felt as if he wanted to hear Tezuka say that he, Fuji Syusuke, was a befitting man, great even…

Still, to Fuji's slight disappointment, Tezuka showed no emotion. "She's not my sister, she's Chitose's. Besides, no one can do anything if you really like her." He paused. "Even Chitose would be a fool to stop you."

"Mn," said Fuji quietly. "You think no one could stop me from doing anything I wish?" he asked thoughtfully.

"Ahh," affirmed the buchou.

The smile on Fuji's lips curled up at one corner. "Why do you think so?"

The buchou's forehead wrinkled and he blinked.

"Saa," said Fuji, wearing an unsatisfied smile. He got to his feet. "I better go." As Tezuka showed the way out, the tensai said, "Thank you for the books, I'll return them as soon as I can."

"Good luck with your paper," said Tezuka.

Fuji merely beamed and set off. He couldn't help but wonder if Tezuka did just see Miyuki as a little sister. He shook his head, however. His business was to make Tezuka happy. Fuji knew that even such brotherly love could turn into something more in the progress of time. A long time in Tezuka and Miyuki's case, but Fuji wanted to be the spark that would cause the flame in the near future.

He stopped in mid-step and eyed the books in his arms. He borrowed a couple of Tezuka's books, didn't he? But the lot weighed heavier… Fuji turned the books over and saw, sandwiched, between the two books of immunology was a leather-bound copy of the latest photo collection of NGC.

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Flipping through the pages of the photo collection, Fuji wondered whether Tezuka mistakenly placed the book between the other two or Tezuka intended to give it to Fuji. The lines on Fuji's forehead deepened. Why would Tezuka want to give him a book that he happened to really, really like? He felt his smile broaden at the thought. Then, he frowned. Tezuka wouldn't do that because there was no reason to.

Fuji released a deep breath and shut the book. To find out, he decided to bring the book to school the next day and give it to Tezuka.

"Ga, I really hate having to give you this."

Fuji looked up and flashed a smile to Yumiko, who just entered the room. In her right hand was the usual dose of Inui's juice. Yumiko flopped down beside Fuji. "If I'm not scared to death of Inui-san, I won't be giving this to you at all…"

Taking the cup, Fuji tried to assure his sister. "But I like it, neesan. It's actually one of Inui's best."

"Inui's best?" Yumiko mouthed, looking incredulous. "You mean you've drunk worse?"

Fuji nodded to Yumiko's horror.

"I'll never understand your taste in food, Syusuke," said Yumiko, shaking her head dramatically. "Never." She took a good look around and beamed. "How is the matchmaking doing?"

"Tezuka acts like he doesn't care," said Fuji pensively.

"Isn't he always like that?" asked Yumiko innocently.

Fuji's face lit up. "He is."

"Syusuke," murmured Yumiko, "Don't you think the idea is a little… er… farfetched? I mean, if this Miyuki is a grade schooler… well, it's difficult for Tezuka to notice her. And she is a grade schooler… Can't you find a girl who's a bit older or something?"

"Tezuka never really cares for girls," started Fuji. "But he dotes on Miyuki… I've seen them together. She's got a head start, you know? If Tezuka already likes her as a sister, he could like her more if she grows older… it's just a matter of waiting."

"Why?" Yumiko asked. "Is that so important? Or are you just playing around?"

"I want Tezuka to be happy," said Fuji seriously. "He can't have tennis forever… when the time comes that tennis cannot become a part of him anymore, he'll need someone to help him and Miyuki already did. Once. It wouldn't be difficult for her. And… I'm quite enjoying myself."

Yumiko heaved a sigh. "You're looking too far into the future… maybe you should dwell on the present, Syusuke, and try to see what is making Tezuka happy now. What if this won't work?"

"At least I tried to help," said Fuji, his smile still hadn't left his face.

"Syusuke, how important is Tezuka to you?" asked Yumiko, searching her brother's face. "Maybe you should stop doing this before someone gets hurt… Miyuki… you…"

Fuji frowned. "Me?"

Not wanting to explain further, Yumiko rose and patted Fuji's head. "Sleep or Tezuka and Inui-san will be after my blood." She gave her brother a tiny smile and left the room.

Staring at the floor, Fuji wondered how he could get hurt in the process. And no answer came. He knew he couldn't stop because a huge part of him wanted to know if he could make Tezuka happy.

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a/n: so it's confirmed that buchou does have a tiny hypothalamus. Hypothalamus has hormonal functions; therefore, emotions and stuff. Emotions don't really come from the heart… so if you're really sincere and you're confessing to someone, better say 'I love you from the bottom of my hypothalamus,' than 'I love you from the bottom of my heart' – care of my former bio teacher. Anyway, back to buchou's tiny hypothalamus… don't you think Fuji has a tiny hypothalamus as well? He's rather innocent and clueless about his own issues, don't you think?

Did this fic become even more twisted? Fuji is conniving in his own way… And he's idea is fairly reasonable, isn't it? Well, he has the tendency to overanalyze… And what is Miyuki doing exactly, eh?

Offhand question: who is older, Tezuka or Fuji?

I had such a nice dream last night… so kawaii… it's about TeFu, oooooh… my dream was multicolored and practically in anime format. Weird, that means I'm really, really into TeFu… isn't that obvious? Hehe. R/R

Hai, Fuji no baka. Tezuka no baka… but that makes them so kawaii!!! Kyaaah!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own NGC… it's ok, right, to mention it here?