Sorry for the slightly late update, I just came from the family's vacation in Cebu so yeah.

AND HERE WE HAVE, YAYOI AND FUJI'S DATE IN ROPPONGI (lol, how indecent~) Didn't edit this chapter very much but maybe I will next time.


"What a nice morning!" is what Meino Nanako thought delightedly as she entered the Echizen House's kitchen. As was common for a Saturday morning, neither of the household's men were awake yet, while both of its women, besides Nanako herself, were at work. However, with the kitchen clock reading 9:42, Nanako knew that it wasn't going to stay that way for long, at least for the men's part. Soon, her cousin would awake groggily from his slumber, to be followed shortly by his father.

And that is why, when Echizen Ryoma found her that morning, she was flipping pancakes by the stove, humming to the sound of some catchy show tune.

"Good morning, Ryoma-san! Breakfast will be ready soon," she told him cheerily. Ryoma simply hummed in acknowledgement before settling down on the dining table.

All in all, it was a rather peaceful morning in the Echizen House.

Then, BAM! went the front door, pulling the cousins from their moment of tranquility.

"I'm home!" Ryoma and Nanako heard your almost frantic announcement, which was followed by a series of equally frantic shuffling and mutters of "Shit! Shit! I'm late!" They saw you race past the kitchen doorway and up the stairs where you proceeded to make more noise.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" they heard Ryoma's father shout.

"SOMETHING! WHICH IS MORE THAN WHAT YOU EVER DO!" you yelled back with equal fervor.

"IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT, GO LIVE IN AN APARTMENT!"

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO—!"

After a rather lengthy exchange of colorful feelings, you went back downstairs with a moist face and a towel around your neck. The cousins guessed that your brother had fallen back to sleep. Muttering under your breath, you entered the kitchen. Nanako greeted you with a bright smile, being rather used to the screaming matches between you and your brother.

"Good morning, Yayoi-san! You don't have work today?" she asked sweetly.

"Yeah, I'm off for today," you informed the college student.

"Ah, I see. Should I make breakfast for you then? I'm making pancakes," Nanako offered as she slipped the aforementioned breakfast item onto Ryoma's plate. The 12-year-old tennis prodigy scowled at the food.

"No, it's alright. I have to go now, anyway," you told her.

"Eh? So soon? But you just came back from work! You haven't even changed clothes yet!"

"I'll be fine," you insisted as you took your nephew's fork and used it to take a bite out of his untouched meal.

"Ryoma, eat your food," you told the boy in a calm tone.

"But it's western..." Ryoma whined, slouching into his chair with a pout. You responded by taking another piece of the pancake with the fork and thrusting it towards your nephew's mouth.

"Eat."

Ryoma frowned miserably at the offending piece of food, and then at you. You simply stared in response. With a suffering sigh, Ryoma gave in to your order, munching on the food with a scowl on his face. You nodded, content with the outcome.

"Nanako, don't make lunch for me, I'll just eat outside. I'll be off now!"

"Have a safe trip!" Nanako called after you. The cousins listened as your car came to life before it sped off to God-knows-where. Nanako frowned.

"Mou, I wonder if Yayoi-san gets to sleep at all? She just came back from work and she's already off," she wondered worriedly.

Ryoma simply shrugged in reply before resuming the consumption of his western-styled breakfast.


"I'm late! I'm late! I'm sorry I'm late!" you cried as you pulled up in front of the bookstore with the useless employees. In front of it was Fuji, who was standing in wait, as was agreed upon. You grimaced a bit as it was also agreed upon that you would come pick him up at 9:30, and it was already 10.

Fuji's response was to put his camera down—you guessed he was taking pictures to amuse himself while he was waiting—and greet you with a smile and wave. He approached your car and slipped into the passenger seat.

"I'm really sorry I'm late. Something happened at work so I got out a bit too late," you explained as you drove off.

"Please don't worry about it, Yayoi-san. I wasn't really waiting that long. Besides, I should be thanking you for taking me there at all," Fuji replied politely. You frowned.

"Hey, I told you already, it's payback for your help so don't worry about it, alright?"

"Maa, I guess I'm not going to win this argument anyway, huh?" he asked with a lopsided smile. You gave him a wide grin.

"Now way in hell."

Fuji accepted defeat with a friendly laugh and a nod. Your grin went wider.

"How did you find the place, Yayoi-san?" he asked when you've both settled down.

"I came upon it when I was undergoing my rebellious phase in middle school," you explained casually. Then, you froze.

"Y-You don't really look like the type, but when that time comes for you, don't go to shady places like Roppongi, you'll give your parents too much of a hard time. I know they'll seem like they're ruining your life but they're really just concerned," you tittered nervously in an attempt to sound like a responsible adult.

"I'll take note of that," Fuji replied with a smile.

"Does Echizen get his supplies from there too?"

"No way!" you exclaimed.

"What kind of adult do you think I am?! Letting a middle schooler go to Roppongi... really!" you complained in disbelief, glaring at the road in front of you. Fuji turned to the window and away from you to hide the slight twitching at the corners of his mouth.

He didn't remind you that he was just a middle schooler, too.


Fuji thought it was a complete and utter waste that you made him leave his camera in the car. Roppongi was not the safest of places, but it was quite beautiful in the morning, he learned.

It was already past ten, but the shops were just beginning to open. People—who most probably came from less than decent places—were just coming out from establishments with their heads held in their hands. The sun was shining through the spring fog despite the nearing noon, giving an almost ephemeral glow to the area.

It was Japan's famous red light district at night but at the morning, it was as calm and slow-winding as suburban Chiba, and Fuji found the idea to be rather pretty.

"Fuji, stop dawdling over there!" you called from the spot you stopped a few feet in front of your companion.

"It's really a waste to leave the camera in the car, Yayoi-san. This place is really beautiful!" Fuji told you as he hurried to your side. You frowned at this.

"Hey you, don't go thinking that this place is the same at that graveyard you go to. Roppongi's a hundred times more dangerous than that place. You take a picture of someone you're not suppose to, and a scolding's the least of your worries." You were talking to him with a voice full of concern and that's probably why you just got pissed off when you looked at him and found him smiling widely at you.

"H-Hey! I'm serious! Never go here by yourself! And, I'm not just saying this because you're a kid or anything, nobody should go to Roppongi alone, unless they're really looking for some trouble! If you want to go here, you have to tell me!" Fuji's smile was already shaking in his efforts to suppress his laughter.

"Y-YOU—I'M REALLY SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!" The middle schooler had burst out laughing at that point.

"STOP LAUGHING!" you demanded in embarrassment. Fuji held his hand up in apology and brought the other, which had been clutching his stomach, to wipe his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, Yayoi-san," he apologized between giggles.

"It's just... it really makes me happy that Yayoi-san cares for me so much." Red promptly filled your cheeks.

"WH-WHO CARES ABOUT YOU?! IDIOT!"

"Yayoi-san, apparently~"

"I-I... I TOLD YOU ALREADY! I'M ONLY DOING THIS TO PAY YOU BACK!"

"Heeeh, is that so?"

"IT. IS."

"I see, I see. So it is." Fuji nodded in agreement, but the grin on his face told you that he was doing anything but. You gave him a scowl before marching straight into a rundown-looking establishment.

Fuji called your name and apologized as he ran after you. His laughter definitely was not helping. Whatever else he had intended to say died on his lips as he entered the store.

"Um..." the store was just as it had looked on the outside and, honestly, Fuji had no idea how the place could even be classified as a sports store. Now, he was wondering if your knowledge on the sport, in sports in general, wasoutdated.

"Hooo? If it isn't Yayoi!" the old man behind the counter greeted them, well you, with a lazy grin.

"Yo, Ossan. Still alive, are you? And here I thought Akira would be the one to greet me this time," you greeted back with an almost wolfish grin.

"And you're still a cheeky brat," the shop owner told you with a scowl.

"So? To what do I owe the pleasure after these long nine years? Decided to pick up a racket again?" he asked.

"No, but this guy's in need of some good supplies," you informed him, jutting your thumb at Fuji.

"Thought you could help us out."

"Hm? This that nephew you were talkin' about?" the shop owner asked, eyeing Fuji with interest. You guessed he was probably trying to spot the similarities between the two of you.

"Do we look the same?" you asked with a snort.

"I was guessin' your sister-in-law's Chinese or something." You raised a brow at the old man before turning to your companion.

"All the stuff that gets distributed to the local sport outlets are transported here first. Unfortunately, before the equipment gets there, those private athletic teams buy out all the top-quality stuff from old Tanaka here," you explained to Fuji as you went around the counter and let Fuji and yourself into the door behind it. The shop owner only continued drinking his coffee, Fuji noted. Apparently, he was already used to you doing this.


The room was really nothing more than a dingy storage room.

"Tennis, tennis, tennis... Ah! Here it is."

When you opened one of its many boxes, however, Fuji found out that it was more like a treasure chest. It looked very close to just falling apart but it held treasures that are mostly exclusive to a limited number of eyes.

"Wow..." Fuji crouched down next to you to examine the equipment that were so glaringly top quality.

"He's got most of everything in here and the stuff lasts around five times longer than the ones you get on the market so it's going to be a while before you have to shop for supplies again," you explained.

"I see..." Fuji nodded as he rummaged through the box gently. You were about to go further with your explanation when your ringtone went off. Fuji watched you as you took out your phone and promptly glared when you saw the caller. It was Shion. You debated on whether or not to ignore it because there was an extremely high possibility that it was something stupid. Then again, Shion was suppose to be at work so there was also the possibility that it was work-related.

With a suffering sigh, you rose to your feet.

"Just get anything you want in there. I just need to take this call," you told the boy before leaving. Fuji heard you tell Tanaka that you had left him in the storage room before he heard the shop's door close.

Silence was all Fuji heard as he looked around the boxes for his needs. In a few short minutes, he was able to gather his supplies, which he brought to the counter. He smiled at the door. He, along with the rest of Roppongi he bets, could hear you yelling at whoever was on the phone.

"You got some good eyes, Boy. Everything here's from my best stock," Tanaka told Fuji.

"Ah, thank you."

"What's your name? Yayoi didn't say."

"Fuji, sir. Fuji Syusuke."

"You go to Seigaku?"

"Yes."

"Sumire still alive?"

"Oh? You know Ryuuzaki-sensei?"

"All old people know each other, Kid."

"Haha, I see. Yes, she's alive and well."

"She should be. She'd miss out with all the good tennis players at Seigaku if she retired now." Tanaka shot him a smirk, earning a modest chuckle from the teenager.

Silence came upon them again after that, the only sound being that of Tanaka's pen scribbling on his record book. Once he was finished, he wrapped up all of Fuji's purchases and handed them to the boy.

"Ah, how much will it be, Tanaka-san?" Fuji asked, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

"This one's on the house." Fuji looked up in surprise. Tanaka turned away, scratching the back of his head.

"It's been too long since that kid came around and you're the reason she did, plus its your first time shopping here. Consider it incentive to come again or whatever." The surprise on Fuji's face was wiped away and replaced with a smile.

"Thank you very much, Tanaka-san," the middle schooler said with a bow.

"It's only free the first time, alright? Don't go thinking that the next time will be too, now scoot!"

Fuji grinned at the old shop owner before exiting the store.

"STOP BOTHERING ME OR I'LL FUCKING KICK YOUR ASS TOMORROW!" Fuji's grin could only go wider as he saw you shouting into your phone, which you snapped shut with a huff.

"Yayoi-san," he called. You blinked and turned towards your companion.

"Oh, you're done?" Fuji nodded.

"You were right, there were some really high-quality supplies. I'm glad I came."

"I told you, didn't I?" you asked him with a grin and a wave to the shop's open window form which Tanaka could be seen waving back.

"It's almost lunch, let's go eat before we go home," you suggested as the both of you walked towards your car. Fuji agreed as he had also told his mother not to cook lunch for him.


In the end, the two of you settled for a nearby fast food restaurant. Unfortunately, there were too many people inside so the both of you decided to just get take out and eat in the car. And, because Fuji wanted to pay you back even a little bit for taking him to Roppongi, he volunteered to do so.

"Yayoi-san, I've got the—" Fuji cut himself off when he looked inside the car. There you were, leaning back on the driver's seat, fast asleep.

"Something happened at work so I got out a bit too late," he remembers you saying. With a smile, Fuji notes that your slumbering face was the most peaceful face he's ever seen you make. Almost like a baby. Or a cactus.

With some struggle, Fuji manages to open the unlocked—thank god—car door and let himself in. He closed the door as gently as he could.

Not gently enough, apparently, as it was the action that served as a catalyst for your awakening.

"Fuji, what...?" you asked, looking at him with unfocused eyes.

"It's fine, Yayoi-san. Go to sleep," he told you gently. You look at him incomprehensibly.

"Sleep...?" Fuji controlled his laughter.

"Yes, go to sleep, Yayoi-san."

"Sleep..." you nodded sleepily. You closed your eyes and turned to your side, only to get restrained by the seatbelt you apparently still had on. You groaned and whined tiredly as you struggled with the safety equipment. Fuji only smiled as he watched the scene.

You were cute when you were half-asleep.

Finally deciding to put you out of your misery after a good ten minutes, Fuji unbuckled your seatbelt and gently guided you to your side where you curled up like a little cat. He waited for a few minutes, before deciding that you were fast asleep.

By this point, Fuji was almost shaking with restraint. He knew that it was reasonable to assume that you didn't want pictures of your sleeping face and he wanted to respect your wishes, he really did. But...

"Nnnnn...!" you half-whined, half-purred.

He reached under his seat and pulled out his camera, using it to take shot after shot after shot of your sleeping form. He stopped only when you stirred from the noise, but resumed his work when you went back to sleep.

You were really, really cute when you were asleep.


Hmm, I think I've been reading too much BL manga lately. Yayoi's starting to act like a Tsundere-kun, I wonder if that's alright?

Lol, I thought about ending this chapter like a shoujo manga with Fuji thanking the sleeping you with sparkling roses in the background but somehow it ended up with the brat getting blackmail material. Oh! And there's some Ryoma/Yayoi cuteness in there too~!

Also, I'd like to clarify that I have no idea what Roppongi looks like in the morning, nor do I know if it's comparable to Chiba (the place Fuji grew up in). I'm really just really making this up as I go.

ANYWAY, thank you Nance-chan and Gemitri-chan for your reviews! This chapter is for you guys and Meii-tan who wanted this chapter out. Hope it wasn't too disappointing ^_^"

Thanks for reading and please don't forget to leave a review~!

-Iggy