Hello anybody reading this! Almost everything is back in order now, so things should go more smoothly from here! I'm actually going to answer reviews this time, and I'm sorry it's been a while.

Blufox- Updating... Fuji is great, but I want to bring out his sadistic side a bit more... It seems I've over looked it. Still, he makes a great masochist!

Yoshikochan- Sorry, I didn't upload as fast as I wanted to... But I'm glad you like it!

KiriharaAkaya- This sounds insane, but I feel that reading a fanfic in class is always the most fun. I've read a lot of 'em XD, and no one ever asks. Actually, I wrote part of that chapter in a computer class, so it's all ironically connected. Okay, I'm just talking to talk now. Glad you liked the fluff. It was fun... Wanna write more about them soon, mm-hmm.

T.I.B.E.-sway-- Thicken! Yay! Plots, like soup broth, are better thick. Why am I rambling so much today?

KaL KeY- Fluff is fun, but I have to be careful, or I take things to the extremes... Yep, glad you like it!

CelicaChick- Umm... Umm... It... It'll all work out... I think... I mean... Grrrr... I dunno what to say.

Disclaimer- I do not own Prince of Tennis

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Everyone one else was asleep by now, Kunimitsu was sure. Fuji had remained awake for a long time, but eventually sleep had overcome him. Kunimitsu sighed silently, then got up without so much as a sound, heading over to his bag. He pulled out his one purchase of the day, from when he and Fuji had gone to the mall. He knew that the other boy had been completely unaware, but that was exactly how he wanted it.

The silver wings sparkled in he pale moonlight that drifted through their windows. Kunimitsu had seen Fuji staring at these necklaces for sometime, and had snuck over to get them while Fuji was in the music store. He took his pocket knife from it's place on his dresser and slowly, purposefully carved an 'S' in to the back of the wing. He undid the clasp and carefully slid it around Fuji's thin neck, using the space where his head met the pillow to get it on his with as little contact as possible. For Fuji to wake up would be the last thing he wanted. Fuji moved suddenly, startling him, but quickly settled again, a smile on his face. Kunimitsu felt himself smiling as well, hoping that the tensai was having sweet dreams.

Then he turned his attention to the second wing, etching a 'K' into it's back. He slipped it around his own neck and felt strangely comforted by the feel of hte cold metal. That done, he moved to the door on reticent feet, opening it only enough that he could get out, then closing it just as quietly.

He couldn't go to sleep in there, he knew it, but he couldn't sleep anywhere else either. If he went to sleep in his room, the pain would awaken them both in the night. He couldn't let Fuji lose sleep over him, especially when it only made him sad to stay up. Still, if he went to sleep anywhere else he wouldn't be able to get back to the room. Though the pain only came once a night most of the time, he was always so exhausted afterwards that he would fall asleep almost immediately, which would make getting back to the room impossible.

At a loss for what to do, he wandered the grounds for a while. Finally, he came to the conclusion that sleep wasn't a possibility for him, not right now. He headed back for the room, slipping in even quieter then he had left, and then slipped into Fuji's bed with him. He knew the sleeping boy wouldn't mind, and ran his fingers through Fuji's hair as he settled into a comfortable position. Fuji smiled and snuggled into him, so Kunimitsu continued, knowing the tensai would sleep on.

'If I can do this,' he though, looking at that angelic face, marveling at the fact that such a person, so wonderful in every way, could love him, 'If only I can do this, and keep my pain from him, everything will be fine. To save him from despair, I can handle a few sleepless nights.'

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When Fuji awoke the next morning, his hand reached instinctively to Kunimitsu's face. The buchou was sitting up, Fuji's head in his lap. Kunimitsu smiled and gave the tensai a good morning kiss. As their lips came together, Fuji felt something cold brush against his cheek. Confused, he broke he kiss a bit early to see. His eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat as he saw the necklace hanging from Kunimitsu's slim neck. His hand moved to his own throat, feeling the thin chain there, and pulling the silver charm to his face. He smiled warmly.

"When did you manage this?" He asked, and Kunimitsu smiled back at him.

"When I was checking out the 'classical music' yesterday," he said, "It seemed like you wanted them."

"You carved my initial in the back," Fuji remarked.

"I would hate you to misplace it," Kunimitsu said, which Fuji responded to with another kiss.

"I'll never take it off," He said, but Kunimitsu merely chuckled a bit.

"You'll have to, some of the tournaments are particular about wearing jewelry. They may make you take it off," he said, but Fuji didn't seem worried about that.

"They can try," he said, and kissed Kunimitsu again. "Hey," he said, parting, "Will you go to Atobe's ball with me?"

"I was going to ask you," Kunimitsu shrugged, "But is it necessary to ask in the first place?"

"People expect it," Fuji shrugged.

"Since when do other people concern you?" Kunimitsu asked with a suspicious smile.

"They don't," Fuji admitted, "You, Yumiko and Yuta are my whole world

"Don't forget about tennis," Kunimitsu chided, "Boyfriend or not, I'm still your captain, so that better be important to you." Fuji laughed.

"Of course." 

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Sadaharu Inui was beginning to doubt his own predictions by the midpoint of afternoon practice. Every time Kaido acted like he had a question, he would suddenly avoid him. That wasn't like Kaido at all. If Kaido wanted to know something, he asked, so every time he approached Inui (Ninety-two percent chance he'd ask) and then avoided his point, Inui knew something was out of place. Practice was nearing it's end, and Inui was thankful no one seemed to have noticed how distracted he was

'Why aren't you scribbling notes in that little notebook of yours, Inui-senpai? Strange, especially with it being a match between Fuji-senpai and Buchou.' Inui was surprised and a bit startled by the voice in his head, but he never let it show on his face. He glanced over at Ryoma, who was watching the practice match with a smirk on his face. Inui turned back to the match himself.

'Impressive,' Inui thought, knowing Ryoma would hear it, 'Your power is developing quickly.

'Don't change the subject, Senpai,' Ryoma sent back, his voice sounding a bit annoyed, 'We were talking about you, not me.'

'No,' Inui corrected, 'You were talking about me, I wasn't.'

'Doesn't matter,' Ryoma answered, 'Now you are.' Inui realized, a bit embarrassed, that he was right. He sighed, thinking, to himself, that he really was off his game today.

'What is it you want?' Inui asked.

'You should just ask him,' Ryoma coached, 'If you're going to let it bother you so much, then ask him what his question is. Or you could just ask him what his question is. Or you could just ask him to go to the ball with you.'

'Atobe's ball?' Inui thought, confused, and blushing slightly. Why would Ryoma want him to take Kaido to the ball? Sure, he liked the younger boy, a lot, but how could he ask him to the ball?

'You're smart, Senpai,' Ryoma thought, sending it to Inui, 'You knew I was talking about Kaido senpai without me saying it.' Inui blushed slightly again, having fallen right into Ryoma's trap. 'You go figure something out,' Ryoma continued, 'And if you don't, someone might take him before you.' then Ryoma left the older boy's mind and Inui felt his absence. Inui sighed, knowing that he was even more distracted now then ever before.

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"Ne, Shuichiro," Eiji said as the two finally came to their favorite meadow in the forest. "Atobe's party should be fun, right?" 

"Don't let him hear you call it that," Oishi chuckled, "Atobe seemed pretty adamant about it being a 'ball'."

"But it should be fun, right?" Eiji pressed.

"Of course," Oishi said, confused, "Why are you asking?"

"Who do you think will be there?" Eiji asked, ignoring Oishi's question. Oishi gave him a confused look for a moment, then smiled.

"Are you worried about Taka being lonely?" he asked. Both of them knew Taka would be the odd man out this time, when either Kaido or Inui worked up the courage to ask the other. Oishi laughed and shook his head, "I'll admit, O'm a bit worried too, but Taka will come up with something. He won't be lonely." Eiji shook his head with a sigh. He hoped Oishi was right.

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Kunimitsu was annoyed. Sure, this morning he hadn't made any reaction that might have told Fuji that he didn't like it, but... No, this was just jealousy; there was no reason to blame Fuji. That would be wrong. After all, everyone had the right to visit their family.

When Fuji had told him that he, Yumiko and Yuta were his world, Kunimitsu had been careful not to look jealous. He sighed, ashamed that it bothered him so much. It was true that Fuji was constantly looking out for Yuta, which was good, fine anyway, but it bothered him that the younger boy didn't seem to appreciate all that his older brother did for him. Kunimitsu felt selfish, he wanted to keep Fuji all to himself, and sharing the tensai's time with Yuta was proving an obstacle. For some reason, Yumiko didn't bother him nearly as much. She was dear to Fuji, yes, but she always seemed to give back, whereas Yuta only pushed Fuji further away.

He glanced around the room, which seemed empty and boring without Fuji in it. He sighed and let himself fall back so that his head rested on his pillows. Finally, he decided to catch up on the sleep he had missed the night before.