A Kiss to Remember

Summary: Fuji collapses one day and wakes up five years later to a world where no one remembers that he ever existed.

Warnings: Shounen-ai, swearing

Pairings: Ryoma x Fuji, Tezuka x Fuji

Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is not mine.

Haha, this chapter has a lot of Yukimura in it! Right now, I don't really have time to write a proper author's note, and I don't know what to say, either! So please read, review, and enjoy!

Chapter 9: A Friend to Remember:

Fuji Syusuke woke up to the sunlight streaming brightly into his overly large windows. Or, Ryoma's overly large windows. His first though was what it should've been: How the hell did I get home last night? The last thing he had remembered was the sun setting and wishing he had his camera. And the sweet taste of Grape Ponta in his mouth and Tezuka's shoulder feeling awfully comfortable…

Fuji hit himself in the forehead. Holy shit. He hadn't let Tezuka take him home, had he? He didn't remember waking up until now at all. So Tezuka had either dragged him or carried him home. Fuji didn't feel anything wrong with him or any injuries, so it must've been the latter. Tezuka had carried him home?!

Fuji looked to his right, and he saw Ryoma sleeping peacefully. Fuji smiled. It didn't matter to him if Ryoma was now taller than him; he was still the most adorable thing Fuji had ever seen. Fuji moved his hand over Ryoma's hair, but he didn't want to disturb him, so he jerked it back and simply got off the bed carefully.

Ryoma felt Fuji's weight lift off the bed, and he heard the door open and close quietly. He was awake, very awake, but he was pretending that he was asleep. He didn't know why. His eyes opened slowly, squinted at the sunlight, and remembered what he had come home to last night.

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Ryoma heard the doorbell ring. He sighed and decided to take his time getting out of his room and into the hallway. After a little while, though, there was knocking that became more persistent, though Ryoma could tell that whoever was at the door wasn't annoyed.

The young tennis star sighed and walked down the staircase more quickly this time. It better be important, he thought. He opened the door and he saw Tezuka. What would Tezuka be doing at his house when his hotel was clearly in the opposite direction? Ryoma wondered that until he saw what was in Tezuka's arms.

Tezuka gently handed a soundly sleeping Fuji to Ryoma. The tensai felt like feathers in Ryoma's arms; that was how light Fuji was. Really, did the boy eat anything? At all?

Ryoma glanced up at Tezuka, who was merely standing there. He had some look on his face, but Ryoma couldn't tell what it was. He could tell that Tezuka and Fuji were quite close again, by the time that they spent together. Ryoma just nodded and closed the door, though not slamming it, even if he wanted to.

Ryoma walked up the long flight of stairs with Fuji in tow. It wasn't a real effort for him, since Fuji was so light, but the stairs were still long. He set Fuji gently down onto his bed and just stared at his sleeping face for a while. He sighed. How could a boy be born so beautiful?

"Fuji," he said very quietly, so as not to wake Fuji. As much as he wanted Fuji to hear this, he knew that Fuji liked Tezuka. "I love you."

Fuji's sleeping form didn't change at all from the consistent rising and falling of his chest. And that was when Ryoma leaned down and kissed him.

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Ryoma heard the door click open again and he closed his eyes quickly. "Ryoma, I know you're awake. Open your eyes," Fuji said gently.

Ryoma's eyes opened. It was no use arguing with Fuji is you knew that he was right anyway. "Why did you come back?" Of course, Ryoma meant to ask why Fuji came back into the room.

"I don't know. It was too lonely everywhere else in this house," Fuji replied, smiling. "Don't tell me you have more interviews today."

"I don't," Ryoma said.

"Good," Fuji said. "It's boring around here without you."

Ryoma looked down, though trying not to. "Did you enjoy your day alone with Tezuka?" he asked, with his voice almost completely devoid of emotion.

Fuji suddenly looked hurt. He hadn't expected to hear Ryoma like that. He thought, Please, Ryoma, at least sneer at me! Don't say it like that, but it was hopeless. Fuji couldn't stand a voice like that. "I—How did you know?" He liked Tezuka, but Ryoma had been taking care of him, and what had Fuji given Ryoma in return? Nothing, in Fuji's mind.

In Ryoma's mind, though, it was a complete different story. Fuji had given him everything that his life lacked. A companion, a friend, and a pretty, yet gentle face to wake up to in the morning. "I answered the door last night," was all Ryoma said in reply, still not turning his head up.

"Oh." It was all Fuji's mind could think of to say. So Tezuka had carried him home. Was that anything to show Ryoma in return for all the generosity that the younger boy had given him?

Fuji stood up from his sitting position on the bed and walked out of the room into the long, narrow hallway. He couldn't bring himself to look at Ryoma had that face on. He knew he should've at least apologized; he didn't know why he hadn't. The only thought running through his mind at the moment was, well, that didn't go too well.

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Ryoma saw Fuji's back retreating into the hallway, since the older boy had not closed the door after him. Why had he said that?! Had he been trying to make Fuji mad? Scare him away? Ryoma felt like hitting himself, but he huffed loudly instead. Dear god, he sure hoped Fuji hadn't heard that. It would only make things worse, since a noise like that could be easily misinterpreted.

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"Syusuke, where do you think Echizen's taking us today?" Saeki asked, with a childish, excited glint in his eyes. Saeki had always been one to love exploring, especially when they were kids. When playing together, Saeki would always run off somewhere and leave Fuji to look for him. If Fuji didn't want to go somewhere, Saeki would take his hand and literally drag him there, even if it meant a scolding from their parents. Fuji, though he had a strong willpower, couldn't bring himself to say no, even if he knew that they weren't supposed to be in that area. Saeki's eyes when they looked like that were too much for him. And they looked just like that right now.

But today, Fuji wasn't in the best of moods. No, not at all. He didn't look at Saeki, thus, resisting his charming eyes. "Nowhere," he said sharply.

"Syusuke?" Saeki asked, sensing that there was obviously something wrong.

Fuji got up from the table quite ungracefully. His leg hit the bottom of the table hard, making all the expensive dishes clatter, and the cups almost tip over. "Jesus!" Saeki shouted, standing up also, fixing the table. "Watch it! You know this is Ryoma's stuff, and not your's, right?"

"I'm not hungry," was Fuji's annoyed reply, and he stalked out of the dining room and out of the house. He didn't stomp, since that wasn't exactly something Fuji would do (though what he had just done didn't exactly count as something Fuji would do either), but instead just walked swiftly to the door, swinging it open quickly, almost forcefully, stopping it before it hit the wall, and closing it loudly behind him.

"Wonder what his problem is," Saeki muttered, still cleaning up the mess on the table.

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Fuji virtually flung himself out into the broad daylight, relieved to be out of the house. He hadn't meant to take his anger out on Saeki. No, not anger, since he wasn't angry at Ryoma. He was angry at himself, for being so stupid as to have fallen asleep yesterday, and having Tezuka carry him back. It was like doing two things wrong at the same time. He had been a bother to Tezuka, and Ryoma was now mad at him, too. What was he thinking?

Fuji walked quickly between crowds of people, straight to the Wimbledon tennis gardens. Watching tennis might be something to calk him down. As he was about to enter the courts, a gentle hand tapped his shoulder softly.

Fuji whipped his face around, and the person who had been behind him backed his head up just in time for Fuji's hair to narrowly miss flinging itself across his face. Yukimura winced at the reaction he had gotten from the older boy (by, like, a week). "Is something wrong?" he asked quietly. "Or is this not the time?"

Fuji sighed. "I'm sorry, Yukimura," he said. "I'm just not having a very good day today. Don't waste your time on me, please."

"I'd like to at least know what's wrong. The day has only started. I've been following you for quite a while, and that's proved to be quite a difficult task."

"Stalker," Fuji muttered. Normally, he would have said it jokingly, but today, even if he tried not to, all his words came out of his mouth coated with venom. He noticed it before Yukimura, and immediately said, "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Yukimura smiled kindly at him. "Come, would you like me to take you out for breakfast?"

Fuji looked into Yukimura's sparkling eyes, and found that he couldn't say no. Maybe if he had just looked at Saeki that morning, the day would have turned out different by now. Maybe if he had apologized to Ryoma, he wouldn't be hated by the two people caring for him right now. "Thank you," he said and let himself be led by Yukimura somewhere, he was assuming a café or something.

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"So, care to tell me what's bothering you?" Yukimura asked once the two had ordered their drinks and breakfasts. Fuji had just ordered a simple meal of a croissant with chocolate filling, eggs, bacon, yogurt, and tea. Strangely enough, Yukimura didn't order anything himself, even though he was the one inviting Fuji to breakfast. When Fuji mentioned it, he just said he already ate. Fuji offered to share his food with Yukimura, and the taller boy just shrugged.

Fuji sighed. "It's kind of a long story," he said.

"We have all the time in the world," Yukimura replied, smiling.

Fuji said, "Well, yesterday, Ryoma was off at interviews. Saeki and I were looking for something to do, so we decided to play tennis. When we got back to Ryoma's courts, we saw Tezuka there, and Saeki wanted me to play him, as you probably know."

Yukimura nodded. "I watched the match."

"Anyway, afterwards, Tezuka and I took a walk, and we sat by the river to watch the sunset. I was stupid enough to fall asleep, and Tezuka carried me home, and Ryoma was the one who opened the door. He brought me upstairs to his room, and he was down since this morning. We kind of got into a fight, or whatever you want to call it, and I left in a bad mood. I was kind of pissed afterwards, so I snapped at Saeki, and he's mad at me now, too."

"Sounds to me like you're stuck in a love triangle," Yukimura said knowingly, his smile never leaving his face.

"Che," Fuji said. "You've got to be kidding me."

"No, I'm completely serious. The only difference is that you love both Tezuka and Echizen, and you don't know who to choose."

"I'm not some torn-hearted damsel in distress," Fuji said, his eyebrow twitching once.

Yukimura smirked. "Are you so sure about that? I know you're not a girl, but aren't you in quite a state of distress now?"

"All right, then, what do you think?" Fuji asked.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Who do you like better, Tezuka or Ryoma?" Fuji said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Yukimura chuckled. "This isn't about me, Fuji. Follow your own heart."

"But—"

Yukimura draped his hand over Fuji's, which was resting on the table. "Your own heart," he repeated. Yukimura suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. Tezuka and Fuji, the voice murmured in his head. That was all he heard before the world went black.

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Fuji saw Yukimura's eyes widen for a split second, and then glaze over. "Yu—" was all he had time to say before Yukimura fell sideways off the chair he had previously been sitting in. Fuji dived out of his chair and caught Yukimura before he hit the ground. People were now gathering around them because of all the noise. "Someone call an ambulance! Now!" he barked in perfect English. His hands were full, so he couldn't dig his own cellphone out of his pocket. Thankfully, many people complied with his order.

After what seemed like hours of waiting, Fuji was finally called up from his chair in the hospital. "Are you two related?" the nurse asked, obviously referring to Yukimura.

Fuji shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but only family members and the medical staff are allowed to see him at this time," the nurse said.

With that statement, Fuji virtually lost it. "Are you insane?" he next to shouted. "We're in England! His family lives in Japan! Do you think that they're going to get here?! I'm the one that brought him in the ambulance! Let me see him!"

"I'm sorry, but—"

Fuji knew that yelling wasn't going to solve anything, so he resorted to another tactic. "Don't give me that," he said quietly, glaring daggers into the poor nurse's eyes and stalked off the direction of Yukimura's room before she could say anything more. He had seen the lady's clip-board and what room Yukimura was in.

"V—Very well, then," she said to Fuji's back. Well, it wasn't like Fuji was going to stop walking even if she had said no.

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"Yukimura," Fuji said quietly, when he was in the said boy's hospital room. He looked at Yukimura's sleeping form and stroked his hair. Why him? Fuji thought. He's been through this already. Why not me?

Fuji touched Yukimura's forehead, and at Fuji's touch, Yukimura's eyes blinked open slowly. He still managed to smile and say, "Your hands are warm."

"Yukimura, you're in no condition to speak right now," Fuji reprimanded softly.

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Fuji asked.

"Yes, of course I'm sure," Yukimura replied. "Just go on home and don't worry about me," he said. "I'll be fine here for a little while."

"You sure?" Fuji asked again.

Yukimura nodded. "Just remember, follow your heart." With that last statement, his eyes closed. Fuji brushed Yukimura's bangs back one last time and left the hospital. Sweet dreams, Yukimura.


No, Yukimura's not dead. He's sleeping. Literally. Just to clear that up beforehand. So please review! I might post some real author's notes later, but don't count on it. I really don't know what to say. Besides the fact that Yukimura's fun to write. Oh yeah, and like I said before, be courteous. Review before you Alert/Fave. :D