Title: Between Love and Hatred (B.L.A.H.)
Disclaimer: See Chapter One.

Author's Note: I think I owe people an explanation. I deeply apologize for the lack of update in the past year/s. It's just that I wasn't into writing anymore and wasn't into POT fandom anymore. But now I'm in the mood for writing for other fandom and before I do that, I think I ought to finish unfinished fics from long ago. It just doesn't seem right to start something while you know you haven't settled something right?

And I'm rather touched by the fact that people still bothered to review to a story that's been HIATUS for quite a while. I mean I was really prepared not to receive any reviews or hits for this matter. I will try my best to finish this fic and by the way, I still don't know why I'm writing ToFu, I'm an OshiAto fan for tennis' sake.

Thank you for the loyal readers. Thank you shourin and especially to sempai-sama! :3


Eight Encounter

"You're the reason why I'm like this," Atobe hissed as he grinded his hips against Fuji. He cursed inwardly, he felt himself hardening as his body is pressed against Fuji. The room felt hot all of a sudden as Atobe's sweat trickled down his bare chest. He could hear Fuji's ragged breathing against his ears. It sounded so perfect.

Fuji tried to push Atobe again but it proved to be futile. Atobe wouldn't let go of him.

Atobe looked at Fuji, all of his emotions building up, all the barriers he has put up shattering. He felt his resolve to lie, even to himself, about his feelings for Fuji dissipated as he felt Fuji gave a strangled noise yet again. Atobe grinded his hip against Fuji's once again.

"L-let go of me," Fuji whispered weakly, feeling a bit confused himself. He hadn't felt this sensation ever before at all mainly because no one dared to pin him and rub their bodies to his! Not even Eiji Kikumaru who bounced and freely hugged him all the time. Fuji regained a bit of his sanity, his anger towards Atobe coming back to him with renowed vigor.

"Let go of me!" Fuji said one last time as he used his knee to inflict pain to Atobe's gut. Atobe staggered, effectively letting go of his hold to Fuji. Atobe' face crumpled momentarily to the pain he felt. He cursed once again.

"That hurt," the anger in Atobe's voice was palpable.

"You pinned me against the wall," Fuji said in defense.

"You did like it," Atobe was ready to pin Fuji back to the wall again but Fuji wouldn't let it as he clawed Atobe's chest when Atobe's arms encircled him. Atobe ignored the stinging pain, as his arms around Fuji tightened, never letting go.

Fuji's anger was beyond imagination but he was equally confused as to why Atobe's acting so differently, going as far like this. He tried to get away, punching Atobe's side with his slightly restrained arms. Atobe winced as Fuji repeated it once again. Having enough of it, he pushed Fuji again to the wall with force and Fuji's head collided with it. Slumping down and feeling disoriented, Fuji looked at Atobe's footstep closing in the distance.

"Just as I expected, you're hard to handle," Atobe said, feeling out of breath. His stomach still hurt from all the assault but he paid it no mind. As he got down on one knee, he tilted Fuji's face upwards to look at him.

"But this is the reason why I'm so interested in you," Atobe murmured and Fuji noticed that look again in Atobe's eyes as it softened. Atobe caressed Fuji's face, his thumb grazing over Fuji's lips. Atobe swallowed hard. Fuji looked enticing all over again. Atobe bent down and kissed Fuji, softly biting Fuji's lower lip as the tensai parted his lips. Atobe's hand snaked around Fuji's neck, feeling the softness of Fuji's hair as he kissed him.

Atobe pulled away and looked at Fuji's swollen lips. Fuji looked back at Atobe, his head still aching. Even though he wanted to punch Atobe's face, he couldn't.

"…why?" he murmured, hoping Atobe could give a decent explanation to all of the things he did. "…thought you liked…Tezuka…"

Atobe contemplated. He wasn't prepared to tell Fuji everything now because the realization of his own feelings was something he couldn't even handle himself.

"I only said that because…" seeing your angered face gives me satisfaction. Atobe bent down again and kissed him, lips barely touching. Fuji looked away, looking at a far corner of the room.

"I could never…like you…" Fuji whispered despite himself. Atobe's eyes dimmed a little, there was a hint of hurt in his eyes but Fuji would never see it. Atobe took notice of Fuji's pale neck. He traced it with his fingers in a slow, agonizing motion.

"Hating me is enough," Atobe whispered and bit down Fuji's neck. Fuji made a soft gasp of surprise and feeling overwhelmed at the intertwined pain and arousal he felt. Atobe sucked languidly on Fuji' neck and lapped it with his tongue repeatedly. Atobe pulled back again, admiring his handy work and smirking at Fuji.

"Let see how Tezuka will react to that," Atobe chuckled as he rose, grabbing his shirt on the nearby bench. It was the exact time when Oshitari showed up once again.

"Atobe, you have to see the tennis court!" Oshitari spoke, very much out of breath. Atobe hastily put on his shirt, not wanting Oshitari to see the claw marks on his chest.

"Take care of him," Atobe looked down on Fuji's figure, a feeling of superiority hanging around Atobe. Fuji glared at him silently and Atobe's lips pursed. "I have to go," he said to no one.


There was an eerie silence in one of the tennis courts of Hyoutei's tennis club. All of the spectators couldn't believe what they'd seen. Atobe rushed to the tennis court and pushed people out of the way. He looked closely as he saw Tezuka hit the ball with much force.

"I can return that measly shot!" the captain screamed, laughing like a maniac. The Hyoutei captain was prepared to return it but it proved to be futile as the ball rolled away towards the net. Several people couldn't comprehend what happened.

"T-that's the Zero-Shiki Drop Shot," Shishido couldn't help but comment. He had heard of this from other tennis players but to think that it was really true was beyond his knowledge. He was standing next to Atobe and as equally appalled by Tezuka's style. Atobe gritted his teeth as he remembered Oshitari's words.

"He kept winning every single one of his games even though he has an injury."

"Two games to love!" the umpire announced, his voice breaking the silence. Atobe, furious beyond compare walked towards Tezuka who looked unfazed.

"I thought you said we will have a match?"

"Your captain demanded that we fight. I couldn't help it," Tezuka replied, not even a single sweat running down on his face.

"You couldn't help it?" Atobe mouthed, thoroughly displeased. Atobe grabbed Tezuka's collar and yanked him towards him.

"You broke your word," he murmured. Tezuka gripped Atobe's wrist, away from his collar.

"I didn't. We could still fight."

Gakuto rushed towards Shishido and exclaimed, "I think Atobe's close to snapping. He could punch Tezuka anytime soon!"

"Atobe's not like that, he has manners," Shishido growled. But even he doubted his own words.

"Well you should stop them!" Gakuto argued. Ootori fidgeted around Shishido, looking equally concerned.

"Why me? Let Kabaji handle it!" Shishido spat not liking the probability that it'll be his face Atobe will punch for disrupting them.

"No one can order Kabaji around except that guy!" Gakuto groaned in defeat. He sighed as he remembered Oshitari.

"Maybe Oshitari can stop them! He's very sensible!"

"Oh yeah? I don't see him anywhere near here."


"Here, drink this," Oshitari offered a cup of water to Fuji. The latter gladly took it. Oshitari helped Fuji up to sit him on the bench.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Fuji nodded, his headache slowly going away. He stroked his head to a possible bump and winced as he felt it.

"Maybe I should bring you to our infirmary," Oshitari said, looking closely at Fuji. He then noticed a teeth mark around Fuji's neck and froze. Atobe had definitely done it. He couldn't help but feel some sympathy towards the brown-haired guy.

"I'm fine," Fuji replied softly. "Can you bring me to the tennis court?"

"Y-yeah sure but first…" Oshitari stood up and rummaged through his locker. He handed Fuji a plaster pad.

"You have to cover that up," Oshitari said, pointing at Fuji's neck. Fuji's face turned slightly pink in embarrassment, feeling the mark on his neck with his fingers. He took the plaster pad.

"Thanks," he mumbled distractedly. Oshitari sighed.

"I hope you could still find it in yourself to forgive him."

"He doesn't ask for it so I won't give any," Fuji stood up and went to the sink. There was a mirror on the wall. He looked at himself and at his neck.

"Hating me is enough."

Fuji could still vividly remember how Atobe spoke those words. It was so soft that even Fuji had a hard time believing whether he really heard it from Atobe's mouth. Fuji closed his eyes. There was a numb pain in his neck and a flash of incomprehensible feeling in Fuji's chest as he remembered Atobe biting his neck without restraint. He gripped the sink harder, feeling angry and confused again.

"Hating is not enough," he said to his reflection and Oshitari could only watch him. There was something about Fuji's clear blue eyes that makes him enigmatic and Oshitari was slowly trying to understand the reason behind Atobe's fixation on Fuji.

Fuji turned to him and smiled. The smile he usually wears around people, the smile that tells nothing of his emotion and Oshitari found himself staring at Fuji.

"Shall we go?" Fuji said in a cheerful voice.


"What's going on here?" a voice boomed throughout the crowd. Shishido and the others flinched as they recognized the voice. A tall man in his early thirties stood impeccably. The other students parted ways as he walked towards Atobe and Tezuka. Both of them bowed in respect.

"What's going on here?" Sakaki-sensei repeated, directing his question to Atobe. Atobe refused to answer.

"It was my fault," Tezuka answered. Sakaki spared him a look, probing him to continue.

"I deeply apologize for any inconvenience I have caused," Tezuka bowed once again.

"I am not asking you," he reckoned coldly and looked at Atobe. "What happened? How could you let such things to happen in our sacred court?"

"I believe it was our captain's fault, Sakaki-sensei," Oshitari bellowed throughout the crowd. The crowd scurried away, effectively giving way to Oshitari and Fuji.

"The captain wouldn't take no for an answer, he demanded a match with Tezuka," Oshitari reasoned out but Sakaki still wasn't convinced. Atobe glanced at Fuji but Fuji was busy asking Tezuka questions and fretting over him.

"What happened Tezuka?" Fuji asked in a low voice, his hand ghosting over Tezuka's arm as he asked. Tezuka gave Fuji's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"…had a match with Hyoutei's captain," he said shortly. Tezuka was looking at Atobe with a penetrating look.

Sakaki looked at Tezuka and Fuji, one eyebrow slightly turned upward. "What are you doing here?"

"It was really my fault. I did demand a match with the captain," Tezuka claimed. Fuji's hand around Tezuka's arm tightened. Atobe bit his lip in annoyance. There was a pricking feeling in his chest as he watched them.

"I challenged Tezuka to fight me instead, it's my fault too," Atobe spoke. Oshitari slapped his forehead, clearly surprised by Atobe's exclamation.

"What's with all these nonsense you're talking about?" Sakaki yelled at everyone. Fuji found the courage to speak on their behalf.

"One of your students challenged our captain back in Seigaku, we see it fit to return the favor," Fuji said in a clear voice, deliberately omitting Atobe's name.

"I see…so my students did start this ruckus," Sakaki sighed. Looking at everyone, he announced, "Everyone will have their appropriate punishment! I'll have a word with both the captain and vice-captain! That will be all."

Sakaki turned and left everyone speechless again. Slowly, the students left the tennis court with dejected look on their faces. Oshitari approached Atobe with a reprimanding look.

"Why did you do that? You could get suspended, haven't you thought about your position? You're the vice-captain!"

"I'll be the captain next school year, I have to accept my responsibilities," Atobe said, his eyes still on Fuji.

"Let's go Tezuka," Fuji said, tugging his arm. Tezuka grabbed Fuji's hand instead.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into these," he said quietly. Oshitari looked at where Atobe's gaze landed and noticed Fuji too. The earlier smile he had, the one that was fake, was gone replaced by something so captivating—something so genuine even Oshitari couldn't tear his eyes off it.

"Its fine, Tezuka," Fuji assured Tezuka. The latter could only sigh, still feeling responsible for his behavior and for dragging Fuji into his selfish actions. Tezuka closed in the gap around them, his left arm draped around Fuji's shoulder, his right hand grip on the racquet tightened.

"I'm really sorry," Tezuka whispered, the arm around Fuji's shoulder quivering a little. Fuji was surprised, feeling Tezuka's body against him was something familiar and new at the same time. He remembered the feeling of Atobe's body against his and closed his eyes effectively getting rid of unnecessary thoughts. Fuji raised his arms and enveloped Tezuka's back with it as he let himself sink with Tezuka's scent. He smiled again, his hand grabbing onto Tezuka's shirt.

"It'll be alright."

Oshitari looked at Atobe but Atobe's face never betrayed any emotion. Atobe turned and slowly walked away with his head held up high. Oshitari, by then, could've sworn he heard Atobe's heart shattering repeatedly.