A/N: -Chews thoughtfully on food.-

Title: The Twelve Days of Fujicest (4/12)
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Warnings: First-name referral, because 'Fuji' is obsolete in a story that revolves around both of them.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 fourth day of Fujicest

Aniki gave to me...

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Yuuta was secretly very scared now.

He wouldn't admit it, but he was. Actually, anyone would be scared after they'd outsmarted Fuji Syuusuke; not once, but thrice. Yuuta was almost definite that his Aniki would take revenge.

So of course he would come close to wetting his pants when said older brother knocked politely on the door. "Yuuta," Syuusuke called effeminately.

"Yeah, uh...coming, hold on a second," Yuuta answered, not at all disturbed by the lack of honorific. He was actually kind of used to it now. Then again, he had to be quick to bend to other's whims if Mizuki-san was his manager and once-boyfriend. Yuuta obediently opened his door, letting Syuusuke in without protest.

Syuusuke's eyes opened, revealing a clear blue. The smile on his face widened slightly. "Yuuta...you know, the bottoms of my tennis shoes are starting to skid and sometimes slip a little...would you like to go shopping with me? I promise it won't take long, I just thought it'd be a nice chance for us to bond..." He continued, adding that he needed a racquet restrung and that maybe another one wouldn't do any harm, either...

Yuuta barely heard past the word 'shopping'. Now he was really scared.

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Yuuta glanced over at the brand-name shoes just once more – another look couldn't hurt, right?

"If you want them, just ask," Syuusuke said dryly, amused as he watched his brother ogle those new shoes. "I'll pay and all, Yuuta."

Yuuta fumbled with his response, caught off-guard. "Um...that's okay, Aniki, really...I probably couldn't decide between the blue ones or the red ones, anyway - "

"I'll just treat you to both," Syuusuke said matter-of-factly, scooping up two boxes (that were Yuuta's exact size; the younger Fuji marveled at how observant his Aniki was).

"But...but it's not...I...they're expensive," Yuuta blubbered uselessly. Syuusuke was already at the counter, paying a good 12,000 yen for each pair. Add the two thousand he was paying for his own shoes.

Syuusuke returned with bags, leaving an extremely happy storekeeper waving and hollering to come back again soon, okay? "Hmm...but you have to let me treat you once in a while, Yuuta. I never got the chance to spoil you after you left..."

Yuuta flushed, trying to ignore his older brother's words as the larger bag was handed to him. "Ah...thank you again, Aniki...I'll try to make it up to you someday."

Syuusuke smiled serenely. "No need, Yuuta."

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Four tennis shoes,

Three rolls of grip tape,

Two ex-boyfriends,

And a cactus named Mizuki.