Fuji slowly opened his eyes as he awoke from sleeps den. He yawned and stretched and realized that he was now alone. He sat up and looked around. "Tezuka?" no answer. He frowned. 'Maybe he went out.'

Standing up feeling surprisingly free he smiled and looked down at his body. Embarrassment overtook him. He wasn't wearing anything at all. He headed to the bathroom but stopped as the scent of food wafted into the room. His stomach growled terribly loud and followed the delicious scent.

Quickly pulling on a pair of sweats he headed towards the kitchen and stopped. Tezuka was talking to someone.

Flattening his back against the wall he peeked from the corner and saw him on the phone, a sense of relief washing over him but he perked up. He'd never eavesdrop on Tezuka but one word caught his attention.

"What nightmares?" Fuji froze. Who was Tezuka talking to?

"Why didn't you tell me before Oishi?" He heard Tezuka nearly yell into the receiver. 'Oishi.' His eyes widened. 'Why?'

Fuji felt his hands sweating and his body felt completely heavy, should it have not been for his mind shouting out that it was real, he probably would have collapsed. Why would Oishi tell Tezuka about the nightmares? Wasn't it supposed to be confidential? Doctor's or therapists weren't supposed to tell others of the conversations between patients, right? So why?

"What do you mean it wasn't your choice?" Tezuka asked irritated. Fuji looked down at his feet, his bangs covering his eyes as he continued listening.

"It was Fuji's decision?" Tezuka questioned. "How long?" Fuji bit his bottom lip awaiting the reaction. Silence and the sound of sizzling from the pan was the only noise that was heard throughout the room.

"5 Months?" Tezuka yelled. Fuji flinched as if he was being scolded. He never heard Tezuka get so angry, so upset. His heart was throbbing painfully and he felt that whatever tears were shed yesterday, were not enough.

"What is the Serotonin for then if it's only nightmares?" Tezuka's voice was beyond calm. He could picture Oishi stuttering and struggling for words and responses to give Tezuka. He could picture him walking up and down frustrated, running his hand across his head.

Then the question clicked in his mind like some kind of deranged puzzle. If Oishi were to tell him the truth, Tezuka would find out about his anger problems, his suffering, he would find out about how indifferent he had been this morning maybe even come towards the conclusion of Kage. He turned pale and figured he'd have to interfere and endure whatever Tezuka was ready to say to him.

He walked out of his hiding area and yawned loudly so Tezuka could acknowledge his presence.

Tezuka turned around startled and smiled at Fuji. 'Hiding?' "I'll call you back." Tezuka said into the receiver and closed his phone.

"Hm, something smells good." Fuji's eyes trailed to the food that sat in the pan, cooking.

"Ah, I made some breakfast. Did I wake you?" Tezuka placed the omlette onto another plate and placed both plates on the table. Fuji smiled and sat down in the chair, waiting for Tezuka to turn off the stove.

Fuji shook his head. "No. I noticed how cold it was when I woke up so I came to get my warmth back." Tezuka smiled and walked over to place a gentle kiss onto Fuji's lips. Leaning into the kiss, Fuji crept his fingers into those dark brown stands of Tezuka's hair and pulled him closer. He didn't want to ruin any of this. He didn't want Tezuka to leave him, to think badly of him, to know about him.

Tezuka pulled away and looked into Fuji's eyes. They were simply wonderful. So irresistible to pull away from such an entrancement, it was such a beautiful torture. Was it only his imagination but did he see sadness in Fuji's eyes? It didn't matter because Fuji had begun kissing him again.

Everything about it had been passionate, slow and loving. It had so much feeling in it that it scared Fuji. If he lost Tezuka, he'd be losing his only strand of sanity, his one reason to living. That's why he couldn't sit still when Kage took over, that's why a part of him died when he saw Tezuka struggling to breath for those 5 seconds. He couldn't possibly ever live without him.

Everything Kage had said was true nonetheless and he wished it wasn't. He had fallen head over heels for Tezuka since freshmen year and he was too afraid to show it, act on it and especially voice it. Fuji was so glad when Takeda came into the picture their second year. Takeda would be his way of getting Tezuka to like him and the only way was through jealousy.

"20 Laps!" Tezuka yelled at the top of his lungs. Everyone looked towards the victim and immediately felt bad for the kid. Not only was he brand new to the Tennis team but he seemed a little scrawny. Simple black hair parting in the middle, straight nose, eyes simply dark brown; everything about him was so simple. Wasn't meant for the taste of the Seigaku Tennis team. The only thing that stood out was his height. He ought to be playing basketball rather than Tennis with a height like that. Not to mention he was only a second year, by the time he hit his third year he'd be a giant.

"Nya, isn't that Takeda? He just got accepted too."

"What do you think he did?"

"Who cares?"

Fuji entered the courts, a towel around his neck. "Ya minna." He greeted his teammates. They smiled and greeted him back. He looked at the newcomer and smiled. 'Saa Tezuka-kun is always so harsh.' He spent a lot of time with Tezuka since they were teammates and of course classmates, Fuji had come to an understanding that Tezuka wasn't just harsh on people but on himself and maybe that's what triggered his love for him; his admiration and their unbreakable rivalry. Fuji took one last glance at the vice-captain and felt his heart skip a beat.

After practice, Fuji was the last one getting dressed in the club room; Tezuka arrived a few moments later and closed the door behind him. "Fuji. I have to tell you something" he frowned and turned to face Tezuka. "Takeda has been stalking you. I think you're the reason why he joined the Tennis Club." Fuji's frown probably grew and Tezuka had not taken notice of it. "He's been watching your every move since before he was accepted here. I didn't tell you earlier because it wasn't right for me to accuse someone of something I wasn't certain of but this time I'm sure of it. I thought you had a right to know." Tezuka's arms folded across his chest, that serious tone and emotionless expression did nothing to fool the Tensai. He knew Tezuka was very worried about it because he was his close friend.

Fuji looked into Tezuka's eyes and saw what seemed to be a pool of worry and aggravation bunched up together. It wasn't the first time he'd seen it. 'Could Tezuka be … jealous?' he wondered. "Thank you. I'll try to take care it." Fuji turned his back to Tezuka.

'If Takeda is pushed enough could he really love me?' Fuji put on his shirt and began working the buttons. 'If I could get Takeda's attention would Tezuka give me his?'

Tezuka pulled away from those lips that spoke so much through a single kiss and looked into those eyes. Lust wasn't at all present but Fuji was distant. The slim fingers still in his hair, he placed his hand over them and felt how cold he was. Was he still sick?

Tezuka cleared his throat and Fuji's eyes came back to life. "Let's eat." Looking into those eyes, Tezuka nodded and headed toward his seat across from Fuji.

He didn't want to be here right now. All those dreaded memories of what he had done to Tezuka, to himself had opened wounds he thought had healed before. Now he clearly understood why Kage had come to existence. He wasn't just a fragment of what had happened or a crack in his once so perfect sanity. He was everything that he tried not to become that night.

After the incident, after middle school had passed and Tezuka stood by his side, he couldn't bear to see how badly it had affected him. He had no right to strip away someone's life, no right to turn it into something this forgiven. Kage was right. He was a grade A freak.

He closed his eyes as he analyzed what he didn't want to and felt the pain searing through him. Fuji looked up to meet Tezuka's eyes as they watched him, curiously.

'It's not so hard to seek out a little help once in a while, brat.' He heard. Although he knew this would happen eventually, he did flinch out of shock. Hearing a voice and not knowing where it originated from was just downright scary. Tezuka arched an eyebrow up, silently questioning his boyfriend's sudden action. Fuji shook his head and smiled.

They ate in silence. The atmosphere was filled with more than just lies upon lies but secret upon darker secrets.

'What are you talking about?' If he didn't know any better, he could have sworn Kage's voice was filled with sorrow. Again he found himself wondering how an inner, darker side of himself had acquired such emotion. Like a mind of its own.

'You said you didn't want to be around him. I can grant you that, but in return don't question my actions.' Kage said in a different tone than the previous. Fuji cut another piece of his omlette with his fork.

Actions? Grant? Was it also possible for inner selves to become drugged or intoxicated? Kage was speaking like a man who didn't yearn for blood to be spilled, didn't ache to have life slip from his hands into emptiness. Just not long ago, he wanted to seduce his Tezuka, nonetheless tell him everything he worked so hard to hide. Why would he want to help him?

'You want the truth?' Kage asked. 'Alright, I don't want to help your pathetic ass but if you get caught by him, he will send you to jail. He saved your sorry ass once, he can't do it again.' Fuji munched away on his food, listening to everything Kage had just said and looked at Tezuka who was now reading a newspaper.

'He wouldn't. He loves me. He'd do anything to protect me.'

'Anything? Then why did he call Oishi? Why does he not trust you with your medications?' Maybe Kage was right. 'If he finds out that you have anger problems, well, I, how else do you think he'll react when you finds out through Oishi about those dreams of me?' Kage asked. He had a point. He didn't want to admit it but he did. Everything led to the incident and to Kage.

He said, I, right? 'You're the one inflicting this anger towards me? Wasn't haunting me enough?' Fuji mentally yelled. God, it was only noon and he was tired. He had just woken up and now he's tired yet again.

He felt a tug at his lips and he quickly bit his bottom lip from stopping the smile that would have plastered itself onto his face. 'How else would I vent myself?' Kage said sarcastically. 'Now do you want my help or not?'

Kage stood up and walked over to the coffee pot. Turning it on and putting in a new filter along with coffee beans he knew Fuji had bought days ago. "Do you want coffee?" His voice melodic and airy, adopting his captivator's voice. It sounded like music in through the dull and tense air. Tezuka looked up smiling and simply nodded.

Returning to his seat he waited for the coffee to be done. Grabbing his fork once more he sliced a piece and glanced at Tezuka. "Who were you talking to?" He questioned. Trying hard not to add the edge he originally had in mind. Tezuka looked up and just stared at him. It was uncomfortable. Kage didn't really like people; nonetheless Tezuka Kunimitsu so to have him looking at him, into his eyes, was very, very infuriating. But he waited. Patience was within Fuji so he had to be patient.

"Just a coworker of mine was complaining that I left too little work for him." Kage eyed him. He was annoying. He hadn't noticed the way the end of the knife that Fuji hadn't touched now left dents in his hand. Why was he lying?

"Isn't that usually a good thing?" Kage smiled in response.

Tezuka nodded, "It is, but usually with no work, you're free to go home whenever you please and my coworker is the type of guy who loves work." Kage only smiled back. Not a very genuine smile either and the tension came back between them. They stared at each other for what seemed like hours.

A small 'ding' broke the tension and Kage stood up. Tezuka quietly sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose behind him.

"I'm going out later." Kage said. He poured some coffee into Tezuka's favorite cup and scoffed at it. 'Seriously?' he thought looking at the plain hunter green mug. It looked ugly. He shrugged and placed it next to Tezuka's plate.

"Where are you going? I thought you weren't feeling well." Kage turned to pour himself a cup as well and rolled his eyes. Was he always this interrogating?

Despite the questions and the annoying pest he stood silent for a while. Should he really be honest with Sherlock Holmes or should he lie? He smiled to himself. What's the point of being honest to a man who had been lied to from end to end?

"I'm just going to go pick up something from my studio and then I'm coming right back. I think that nap made me feel better." He smiled and faced Tezuka. His cheeks hurt from smiling so much. It was unbearable. How Fuji did it, he would never know. He did know that Fuji was in for some serious wrinkles in the distant future though.

Tezuka took a sip of coffee and ate the last of his breakfast. "You want me to go with you?" Tezuka asked, an uneasy feeling growing inside him.

Kage formed a fist out of aggravation, "No it's fine. It'll be quick."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Kage yelled. He sighed and turned around gripping the counter. 'I need to relax.' He told himself over and over. He felt arms around him and he felt much more uncomfortable than before. 'Get off. Get off. Get off.' He yelled in his mind. He felt lips against his neck and he immediately got goose bumps. He didn't want this, not right now. On top of that, he needed to shower before going out. Oh god.

"I'm sorry." Tezuka whispered into against his neck. His voice was warm and gentle. The arms around his waist were protecting and strong. He tried to pry him off but Fuji's body was just leaning towards Tezuka's. It was disturbing.

'Just let me know when we're leaving.'

Fuji couldn't help but smile at Tezuka's gesture. Fuji ran his fingers through Tezuka's hair. "You need a haircut Mitsu." Fuji whispered. Calloused hands ran themselves over his stomach and he held back a laugh when Tezuka had attempted to tickle him.

"You should cut it for me." Tezuka said nipping Fuji's neck. Fuji let out a soft gasp and smiled.

He shook his head at his boyfriend's stupidity. "Of course not. I wouldn't want to ruin your hair."

Tezuka hummed against his ear, "I trust you." Fuji laughed. Tezuka picked him up and showered him with kisses. Walking into their bedroom only to strip off Fuji's sweats and his own, he led them to the bathroom and closed the door behind him with a grin.

Kage shivered and held his stomach. He felt sick. Not Fuji, but him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt how triumphant Fuji was. He sighed.

Once outside he headed for Oishi's office. It was time to have a word with a traitor.

Whooo. I am on time. I'm feeling a little triumphant now. Anyway. I love you guys.

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