Ok, so none of the concert is in this and it still has OOCness, mostly Mizuki, Fuji, and Tezuka in this. I hope you read it though! Because this is a plot in here. A very miniscule one but a plot nonetheless. Enjoy! :)
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Chapter Seven- Chatter Drama
Mizuki had not planned on doing this in front of everyone, but a part of him and screamed at him to do it.
When Fuji had been accusing him of doing nothing more then using Yuuta-kun, he had snapped. There was nothing less true about him.
But he had used Yuuta-kun, but that was before he had got to know him and started to protect him.
The purple haired boy wanted to protect him.
He cared for Yuuta-kun.
So, when Fuji had screamed "Prove it" he did what his body was telling him to do; he kissed Yuuta-kun.
He knew he should have stopped right away, but the thirteen year old's lips felt so soft.
A hand wove its way into his purple hair as he let his arm pull Yuuta closer so that their bodies were directly aligned.
When he finally remembered that it wasn't just them in the room and the reason that he had kissed Yuuta-kun in the first place, he slowly pushed away from the brunette who unwove his hand from the purple hair and blinked in a daze.
"Raspberries," Yuuta whispered, stepping away from his sempai, not noticing his shaking and silently fuming brother behind Mizuki.
"What?" Mizuki asked, still in shock over what he had just done.
Yuuta shook his head. "Raspberries, your lips, they taste like raspberries."
Mizuki blushed and looked down at the rug. "Probably my lip gloss."
"I love raspberries," Yuuta stated shyly.
The purple haired boy smiled but didn't look up. "Me too,"
The Seigaku regulars ignored this exchange and instead looked at Fuji whose fists were clenched so tightly that they were bleeding a little and a dangerous shadow was cast over him.
"Mizuki," said boy looked up. "I am going to kill you." Fuji lunged and just in time Tezuka caught him and forcefully dragged him away. "Let go of me! Let me kill him! I've wanted to forever and now I've got a reason! Let go of me Tezuka Kunimitsu!"
Not giving in, the buchou dragged away his flailing boyfriend up the stairs.
When they got to Fuji's room, Tezuka roughly through him on the bed and blocked the door.
This didn't faze Fuji in the slightest though as he got up and tried to get past his boyfriend.
Taking the tensai by the shoulders, Tezuka stopped him.
"No, Syuusuke, you need to calm down!"
"I can't calm down when that boy is touching my Yuuta!" he fought to get free, but Tezuka held him tightly to himself.
"He isn't your Yuuta, Syuusuke, he is just your brother and you have got to start respecting your brother!" Tezuka looked him in the eyes.
"I do respect Yuuta! I love him! He's my little brother."
"There, right there, that isn't respecting him, that's thinking of him as a child who can't make his own decisions but he can. He is thirteen years old; he's old enough to know what he wants! I have to agree with Mizuki-san on this." He really did have to agree with Mizuki on this because—though he hated to admit it—Fuji was wrong on this.
"Why are you taking his side? Why not mine? I'm your boyfriend!" Fuji couldn't help it as his eyes started to water. He never cried, but when he did, he was really hurt.
Tezuka's gaze softened and he pulled Fuji to his chest. "Syuusuke, I'm not taking his side. I just happen to agree with him, but I'll always be on your side, that's why I'm telling you this before you push your brother away anymore than you already have and loose him for good. I don't want to see you hurt, ever, because it hurts me to see you hurt." Fuji snorted and looked up, smiling slightly.
"Mitsu-chan, you're being unusually cheesy right now." The bespectacled boy got stoic once more.
"No, I like cheesy Mitsu-chan," Fuji slapped his chest lightly. "He shows more emotion." His voice sounded a little sad at that.
He blinked and tipped up his lover's head. "Syuusuke, look at me," Fuji met his eyes. "Is there something wrong with us?"
"No, but…"
"You can say it."
"But I just wish that—sometimes—you would show more emotion. That's why I'm always teasing you; I want to see you blush because embarrassment is the one emotion that you never seem to be able to hide from me."
Tezuka let himself smile. "I'll try, but it's hard for me, I'm naturally like this after all."
Fuji nodded. "I know, and I wouldn't want to change my Mitsu-chan, not ever."
Their lips met.
Slowly, Fuji brought up one had to fold itself into Tezuka's soft brown hair and his other arm found its way around his neck.
Tezuka let his left arm hold onto Fuji's waist while his right ran across the shorter boy's back to grab hold of his right shoulder.
Basically, it was a lover's embrace.
They separated too soon for both of their liking.
"So," Tezuka started. "What are you going to do about Mizuki-san?"
Fuji groaned and leaned his head on his boyfriend's chest. "I don't want to talk about him."
"You're going to have to Syuusuke."
"I don't know, as surprising as it is, the Tensai Fuji Syuusuke doesn't know."
Tezuka placed his hand through Fuji's hair and pulled his head back so that they were looking at each other. "Even you don't know everything Fuji Syuusuke."
Fuji cocked his head and gave a bitter smile. "But, that's what everyone seems to think about me."
He placed a kiss on his forehead. "Then they don't know you as well as they think they do. You are merely human, even you make mistakes Syuusuke."
"I know, I have, but I can't afford to, especially when it comes to Yuuta."
"But you already have…"
Yuuta leaned back against the wall in hall next to where Mizuki was twirling his hair looking troubled.
"Tezuka will calm him down," whether he was trying to tell himself or Mizuki this, he didn't know. But it was probably not all that comforting for either of them.
"Maybe it would be better if I left." Mizuki stated suddenly, eyes staring down at the ground.
"You can't leave! It's pouring out and…" Yuuta paused.
"And?" Mizuki prompted, lowering his hand and looking at his kouhai.
His face turned red. "Never mind," he stated, looking away. There was no way he was saying that to his sempai. "I just don't want you getting sick."
"Is Yuuta-kun worried about me?" Mizuki smirked, leaning forward a little.
To hide his embarrassment he exclaimed, "How can you be joking at a time like this? Aniki just threatened your life if you hadn't realized Mizuki-san."
He merely applied some more lip gloss before shaking his head. "Yuuta-kun, I've already told you, I'm not afraid of your brother."
Yuuta gave him a look. "How can that be though? Everyone is afraid of Aniki, our own family is afraid of aniki!"
Mizuki sighed and crossed his arms, looking at his kouhai. "What people need to understand is that yes, Fuji-kun may be a tensai, Fuji-kun may have the ability to blackmail (but so do I), but Fuji-kun is just a teenager like the rest of us except he has weird tastes in food and is better in tennis than a lot of people."
"Uh, Mizuki-san, do you have brain damage or a fever or something, you're not really sounding like yourself." Yuuta was tempted to reach over and feel his sempai's forehead but fought the urge.
"Nfu, nfu, no Yuuta-kun, I don't, I'm just telling the truth. Now, go talk to Fuji-kun." He twirled his hair and looked forward as Yuuta left to walk up the stairs to his room.
He stopped short when he heard a groan from inside his aniki's room.
"I don't want to talk about him." He heard his brother say.
"You're going to have Syuusuke." Said the only other person in the room; Tezuka.
Were they talking about Mizuki-san? They must have been.
"I don't know, as surprising as it is, the Tensai Fuji Syuusuke doesn't know?" What was that suppose to mean, Yuuta asked himself.
"Even you don't know everything Fuji Syuusuke."
Yuuta could nearly hear the bitter smile in his aniki's voice. "But, that's what everyone seems to think about me."
"Then they don't know you as well as they think they do. You are merely human, even you make mistakes Syuusuke."
"I know, I have, but I can't afford to, especially when it comes to Yuuta."
Especially when it comes to me? Yuuta echoed to himself.
"But you already have…"
Deciding he had heard enough already, he knocked on the door.
"Aniki, may I come in?"
There was a shuffling sound before the door opened to show a smiling Fuji Syuusuke.
"Yuuta, come in."
"I'm going downstairs," Tezuka stated before giving his boyfriend a short hug and leaving so that the two were alone.
Fuji sat on his bed and patted the space next to him. "What is you wanted to talk about Yuuta?" He asked as the younger boy sat, already knowing the answer.
"You know what it's about Aniki; it's about Mizuki-san." Fuji turned to look down at his sheets.
"I know and… I guess, I'm sort of sorry for what I said, I know none of its true… it's just…"
"Mizuki-san is a ruthless bastard." He finished for his older brother, nodding matter-of-factly-
What? He wasn't about to deny the truth.
He grinned. "Saa, exactly, so, you even think so?"
"Aniki, I know so for a fact. But…" Fuji saw him smile fondly. "Mizuki-san is my friend, the first one not to compare me to you. He really is a good friend no matter what our school thinks."
Fuji frowned. "What your school thinks?"
Yuuta grimaced. "Let's just say that Mizuki-san isn't the most… popular person around."
"Do they hurt him? Physically?"
"Eh, no, I don't think so, not physically, but that doesn't mean he isn't hurt. Mizuki-san isn't as strong as he seems, he has a very fragile self-esteem for some reason I don't even know. I think he actually was happy about the fact that you're so mad at him enough to pretend to not know who he is. It means that you do know who he is. I think he is worse than I am."
His cerulean eyes opened. "I'll give Mizuki-san a chance, but only one. If he messes that up, he can leave and never bother our family again." He stated sternly.
A smile grew on his younger brother's face. "Really?"
The shorter boy nodded. "Really."
They hugged for the first time in years.
