Disclaimer: What's there to own in Prince of Tennis seriously? Everything I want has been claimed! I'm always two steps too late. Oh the bloody angst ):

Author's Note: For Neerod, I owe her a serious TeFu so here it goes! Hope it's up to the standard that you might expect. Cheers (:


Tezuka Kunimitsu

Tezuka never understood Fuji's love for photography. Cacti he could grasp, it was similar to his affection for bonsais and mountains. But photography was something completely out of his league. And Tezuka did not like losing control. It confused him and often resulted in extra laps for anyone within the 1-mile radius.

One of the certain things in his life that Tezuka understood completely was tennis. The game was tough to master but on its own it's easy to understand.

Simply put, it was just chasing an annoying ball, connecting it with the racket, sending it over the net and into the box. The stoic Seigaku captain was thankful for the simple things in life, however little or small they were. But Fuji though petite in stature was an enigma, constantly frustrating him. Whenever Tezuka thought he had him figured out, Fuji would defy all logic and throw him off balance. For a moment, Tezuka sympathised with Inui. It must be difficult on the data collector.

Today was no different. Tezuka had no idea what to expect when Fuji unexpectedly showed up at his house, toting a camera and a smile too wide to be human. And against his better judgement, he had let the tensai in. He knew better than to leave the genius with a tendency to resort to sadistic measures to get what he wanted, alone and ruffled at his doorstep. Tezuka still intended to lead Seigaku to the Nationals.

It was no time to get careless. He had to be on guard. It was Fuji Syuusuke after all.

"What are you doing here Syuusuke?" Tezuka poured the honey haired prodigy tea.

As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Fuji replied. "Searching, Mitsu-chan."

At the mention of that vile nickname, Tezuka twitched. He knew it was pointless to get into a verbal argument with the tensai. Fuji was in one of his moods today.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm searching for? Mitsu-chan?"

Fuji's voice was a tad sweeter than usual and Tezuka's cheek twitched harder. All his senses were on hyper alert, waiting for the imminent disaster to strike.

"If you wanted me to know, you would have said it already."

"You're no fun Mitsu-chan."

Fuji's crystal blue eyes were fully open, staring at Tezuka in a manner that sent chills down his spine. What made it worse was Fuji's smile.

"I'm looking for my muse." Matter-of-factly, Fuji replied as he unpacked his DSL camera.

Okay. Muse. He could accept that. So Tezuka drank more tea.

Muse didn't sound very life threatening to the 15-year-old boy. Fuji made sure of that.

Nonchalantly, Fuji took a couple of random shots at the water features in Tezuka's backyard. And for a while, the shutter clicks became a peaceful harmony of sounds and Tezuka chided himself for being too critical of the tensai.

"And I think I've found it." Fuji declared triumphantly as he sneaked a shot of a pensive Tezuka. The captain was oblivious but cocked an eyebrow, curious.

"Mitsu-chan will a perfect model for today's study."

"You know I don't like taking photographs."

"And you know I enjoy watching people suffer." Tezuka glared.

Okay, wait, I take it back. Fuji is a complete sadist.

"It's perfect for the study. A day in the life of the long-suffering buchou of Seigaku."

"Syuusuke…" Fuji could swear that Tezuka was almost growling if he wasn't positive he just saw steam rise from the stoic captain's artfully mussed up hair.

But Tezuka knew Fuji Syuusuke wasn't just a prodigy in name.

A tensai's gotta do what a tensai must, right?


If Tezuka had known what he was getting into when he returned the tensai's kiss after the confession, he wouldn't have. Look where they had come.

Love made people do silly things and Tezuka Kunimitsu was anything but silly. He knew he was not getting out of this easily. And if past experience counted for anything, he knew Fuji could be more persistent than Kawamura with a racket. Tezuka had to outsmart the genius at his own game.

The question was how to do so without incurring the tensai's wrath.

Tezuka needed a miracle. Fast!

And then it struck him, the only thing that could stop Fuji from executing the impending doom. Tezuka pulled his lover in an embrace and kissed him.

Tezuka was certain he was safe, at least for now.

What he didn't notice was the little smirk at the corner of Fuji's mouth. Apparently, the tensai had seen it coming a mile away. It had gone exactly as planned.

Game, set, match, Mitsu-chan.


Fuji Syuusuke

Fuji once read in a book, an interesting theory.

A famous photographer once said that there were no beautiful people in this world. Under the lens of the cruel camera, all of humanity's ugliness was enlarged. Nothing escaped the sharp eyes of the camera and nobody could be entirely beautiful. Combined with the ruthless claws of time, anything that was remotely positive would fade away into nothingness and the future was bleak.

Fuji had to disagree. That photographer obviously didn't know love.

Or Tezuka Kunimitsu, for that matter.

For before his eyes, in his arms was the most beautiful thing in the world.


Owari! Reviews will be well entertained. Cheers (:

P.S. I hope I did TezukaxFuji and Neerod justice. Not too OOC right? They were a lot tougher than I had imagined them to be. Oh well ):