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Chapter 5.

Fuji started hating it. Spending time with Tezuka not being with Tezuka. But he couldn't complain, even if he wanted. To whom anyways?

Mizuki? He was the last person Fuji would entrust his secrets and personal life.

Yuuta didn't swing that way. Wait a minute! Syusuke didn't swing that way as well! Some stupid feelings just wandered in his head. But thinking clearly, he had to admit that just by watching Tezuka he was happy. And, strangely, watching Tezuka and Hikaru together made him the happiest person in the world.

So, again, to whom could he complain? Probably, Yumiko, she was able to understand him, not judging him, but… He didn't really want to trouble her with his not-so-important problems. She was a busy woman and she had two sons, who always were in need of attention.

Atobe? No way! Since the day Tezuka offered his help, Atobe appeared in his house and began to rule it. He bought lots of things, always criticizing Fuji's taste, and ordered some security guys to always look after the house.

Ok, this order was not wrong. Tezuka was a … hm… Fuji would kill himself admitting it, but yes, Tezuka was a celebrity. Lots of people followed him, even fangirls and boys, who called themselves 'students of master Tezuka'. Some of them were dangerous, in his point of view. He started to understand Atobe's concern, though he suspected that the silver-haired 'beauty' (Fuji called him that name to annoy him. It pissed the guy off a lot, but it didn't work!) had some other concerns as well.

Fuji still had to learn more about Tezuka's life, but it was hard. His ex-captain was always hard to get. Whatever he did except for tennis practice and philanthropy, it was hidden from public eyes. But he was rich, extremely, almost as rich as Atobe himself. Maybe, it was his wife's money, but…

Speaking of a devil, Fuji had no chance to know her name even. No talking, no mentioning, no questions are permitted. Atobe only said that she was beautiful and kind. Oshitari smiled and went away.

By the way, Oshitari was always beside Atobe. They were like brothers, though… Fuji had a strange feeling, when the blue-haired man smirked at his now-to-be boss.

That's how it was and he hated it. So much. But…

Tezuka was there, by his side. Everything seemed so bright, so freaking right. Fuji's face was shining with pleasure every single morning when he saw Tezuka making breakfast for Hikaru.

About the schedule. Fuji had no idea how it happened, but after a week after their reunion Tezuka moved into his house. Funny as it can be.

Suddenly, Mizuki befriended the dark-haired man. Well, of course it was one-sided, since Tezuka knew nothing about it, but he was actually kind towards Fuji's main pain in the ass.

But mostly Tezuka was kind to Hikaru. He was so kind, so caring, so attentive and soft, that he looked… cute! Strong and stoic legend of Tennis was cute. Fuji could kill himself right there, when he heard their talking. How much the voice of an idol changed, it was so pleasant and refreshing. He loved it. After Futaba's death there was only one person who made him smile truthfully. His daughter. And now he had Tezuka to smile at.

"What are you looking at?" suddenly Fuji's thoughts were interrupted by Tezuka's soothing voice.

"Hm? Nothing", he lied. He enjoyed the view. Tennis legend was washing dishes in his kitchen. "I just wonder if you hate it."

"What?" Tezuka's left brow lifted slightly, though it was invisible for the other guy.

"Doing all this routine work." Fuji smiled.

"I'm tired of extreme work, I prefer peace." Tezuka shrugged indifferently.

"And love." Remarked his watcher chuckling.

"Atobe won't appreciate your jokes."

"Hm… he's such a possessive man." Fuji played his best. And he was not going to stop. "Ne, I wonder if Oshitari likes the way 'beauty-chan' looks at you. Isn't he jealous?"

"What do you mean?" Tezuka turned his full body to meet Fuji's gaze. God, that was too much! Fuji froze staring at his guest. Why, for the heaven's sake, was he that much awesome? Actually, not his looks were the thing that attracted Fuji the most. There was something much deeper. Something he couldn't explain. Was it love, adoration, craziness? "I do not sleep with Atobe and I have no idea about Oshitari." Tezuka's eyes filled with calm but passionate fire. Was he angry? It can't be! He was never angry at anyone. He was a person tolerable to everyone. No?

"Please, don't say something like that in my house. Hikaru might hear!" Fuji muttered, losing his usual smile. He was disturbed and confused.

"She's with Mizuki, they went for a walk," Tezuka said calmly, wiping his wet hands with a towel.

"I see," Fuji was watching every movement. He could hardly swallow, looking at those perfect hands. Since the day Tezuka started living in his house, he was fighting his urge to touch him, to kiss him, to… he even bought some improper magazines to check if he lost interest in women. Well, everything was fine. He liked women! But if he had to choose he would gladly chose watching Tezuka. Even if he could never touch him and be closer to him. That was enough. He hoped.

"May I embrace you?" Fuji's mouth said suddenly on its own, and his right hand covered it in shock. His blue eyes looked at Tezuka's brown-gray ones with alarm. It's been two weeks already and everything was fine. They were friends, weren't they?

Tezuka frowned. That look made him even more handsome.

"Is it really what you want?" he asked unexpectedly.

Fuji shook his head and then nodded. And then again he shook his head and covered his mouth with his left arm, now hiding his face. He was acting like a child, and probably he could laugh at himself if only it didn't hurt that much.

The brown-haired man sighed tiredly and closed his eyes, preparing to say that it was a joke, that he was sorry about it and that he was never intending to do any harm to his precious lo… friend! Yes, his friend who cared about him and his daughter while he was busy with his new job.

He shut his eyes so tightly, that it hurt. He could see nothing and his senses betrayed him.

Suddenly he felt a strange source of warmth. A pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and his head fell on someone's chest.

He blinked, but his vision was filled with white. 'Tezuka's shirt…' that thought hit him instantly. The taller guy embraced him. He was so close, he was holding him in his arms. It was so miraculous that it was hard to breath, hard to think, hard to care about the consequences. Fuji leaned closer to Tezuka's chest and hugged him back tightly.

He wished it could last forever. If he couldn't get more, than it's enough. His heart sang that old song, he once loved. And his mind screamed to go further. Yes, his mind always demanded something more to release this pain, to understand it, to find the reason, to explain this… love?

But he was not going to listen to it. He didn't want to ruin anything again.

"I'm sorry…" Fuji whispered, lightly kissing the white shirt. The other wouldn't find out, he wouldn't be angry. "Can you forgive me?"

"What are you talking about?" soft voice asked from above and Fuji felt how the muscular chest rose and fell after a long sigh.

"For all that happened. I don't understand myself, I don't know what I want, I don't know why I feel the way I do next to you. I can't explain why I act like a wild animal when it comes to you! Can you forgive me? I can't promise that I'm able to control myself, but… but…"

"Fuji." Tezuka stated. "You're not an animal." Statement again. How could he do it? "Maybe, a pig, but probably, domestic."

Was he joking? Fuji lifted his eyes amused and frightened at the same time. Tezuka remembered. He remembered even those stupid words.

"You…"

"You haven't written the interview yet. I wonder if your chief is satisfied with your work." Tezuka let go of Fuji's body easily, looking straight at the pair of two shocked eyes.

"You don't date Mia Koto anymore". Syusuke replied out of habit.

"I never did. She just asked me for help. I quite like her voice, so I agreed." The taller guy explained himself curtly. He checked the oven for the last time, intending to leave the place.

Fuji grabbed his hand fiercely.

"No, you can't go!" his face was full of confidence. "How do you know? Who told you? Atobe? What's going on? Are they playing with me? Are you?" his voice was emotional, but he wasn't screaming. He was Fuji Suysuke. He was always in control, ok, not always, but…

Tezuka gazed at him strangely, almost accusingly, but it wasn't enough to stop him.

"Atobe was the one who wanted for us to meet again." The firm answer followed.

"What?!"

"Go and ask him. I told him many times that it was my choice for everybody's sake, but he's still concerned." Tezuka shrugged. "He knows me for years and still believes that he's guilty." He adjusted his glasses that glinted in the sun. "I've never regretted my decisions and I'm satisfied with the results."

Fuji felt a headache coming. It sounded so wrong. What secret did those two hide?

"And don't forget about the meeting with our team. Echizen called me last night and asked If I could take one point from him yet." Tezuka sighed. "And I can give you an interview if you're ready to hear it. I don't mind publishing it, I changed my mind."

Fuji's grip loosened and he let go of the other's hand. He needed time to analyze everything. He needed time to see the real Tezuka Kunimitsu, because he suddenly understood that all these years he was wrong. He knew nothing about his friend. No, he knew nothing about his love.

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