A not so in the mood Kunimitsu Tezuka meant body pains.

An all too in the mood Syusuke Fuji meant the same.

Momoshiro fell down on his knees as Fuji volley back his jack knife with one of his triple counters. There are two things he didn't understand that afternoon.

1st: The dreadful fact that Fuji had chosen him to be his practice partner.

2nd: The unreasonable way of how Tezuka let them run a non-stop 150 laps in a span of 30 minutes tops prior to their afternoon practice.

The second year rookie had considered the typical 'bad day' for both men as the reason for this torture, but soon enough he realized that such 'day' has nothing to do with the situation. Not when he could clearly see how their captain was skillfully crushing his opponents on the opposite court. Exactly the same way as how Fuji was doing the same thing to him for quite a while now.

He wiped the sweat on his face with his shirt and went back to the baseline, hoping that his sempai Fuji would show some mercy, though he knew the one coming was just the opposite.

"I'll appreciate it if this finally means yes." Fuji said, not attempting to pull his wrist away from Tezuka's not-so-gentle hold.

"We need to talk." came the cold anwer.

"Speak."

Tezuka stabbed him with the glare reserved for rebellious personalities as him. Fuji didn't react. But the absence of his usual smile indicated that he was, but affected with the sudden aura of resentment coming from the other guy.

"What were you thinking?" Tezuka said between gritted teeth, trying his best to stay diplomatic and cool even if Fuji's passiveness on the situation was driving him close to the edge of his patience.

"About what?"

Pretension.

"You know exactly what I mean, Fuji."

"Tell me."

Provocation.

"Don't act like you're not guilty, because your cover's been blown off, so spit it out." Tezuka countered, now feeling inside him the air of anger starting to spill off its vessel.

Fuji fought Tezuka's glare with his own.

"I didn't remember ever allowing you to get into my personal life, Tezuka."

"I wouldn't want to…but if you're risking the name of the team, then that's a different story."

Fuji pulled his wrist from Tezuka's grasp.

"Mind your own business, will you, captain?"

The hint of mockery in his tone didn't go unnoticed by Tezuka's sharp hearing. Syusuke Fuji. The Seigaku tennis captain couldn't remember when did Fuji start to get on his nerves. Tezuka always had his eyes on the blue-eyed boy, as his own way of showing appreciation and acknowledgement for someone worthy of respect. He may not want to admit it, but Fuji's someone whom he considers as one of his most valued friend.

They've been together for 3 years in tennis, and there were a lot of things that had happened since then. Things which had changed them both; things which literally went beyond the boundaries of friendship; things which Tezuka hold dear on his memories.

Fuji was just…..special.

"Apologize." he commanded.

"What?"

"Admit what you've done, and apologize to Sanada." Tezuka reiterated. He hates to repeat himself. But for the sake of Fuji's clearer understanding, he felt the need to do it.

"I don't have to."

Tezuka once again glared, though he knew Fuji wasn't affected to it at all. As always.

"Fuji…I wouldn't repeat myself again, apo-"

"What's the big deal about this, Tezuka?!" Fuji snapped. If Tezuka was serious in making him feel remorseful about what he did, then might as well inform the other of his seriousness in setting the clear line that divides tennis and their personal lives.

"You drove me away when I told you that I want you. And now that I'm hitting on someone else, you're still driving me away from that person. I don't understand why you're doing this…and I guess I don't want to know. This is ridiculous." Fuji said.

"I told you why I did that and you-"

"…and I said I don't care."

"That's the problem." Tezuka said in finality.

"Not at all. I was simply holding my ground." Fuji countered.

The deserted club room turned more silent and desolated despite the presence of its two residents.

Fuji was slumped on the clubroom bench. With Tezuka never moving from his original position against the door, the tennis genius knows nothing of how to get out of the situation.

"The Fuji I know doesn't throw away his morals that easily."

Fuji smirked at the comment.

"Then perhaps you'd got the wrong person."

Tezuka frowned.

"That's not funny."

"It wasn't." Fuji agreed. "Now mind your own business."

"Not unless you fix yourself."

"I'm not broken."

Now that he'd said that, he realized it wasn't generally true. After all, he wouldn't be fancying other people if Tezuka just paid more attention to what he was trying to say before. But of course, he wouldn't voice that out.

Their bickering went on and on, and Fuji couldn't help it but silently wish he had a recorder brought along with him. It only happens once in a lifetime for Tezuka to be this talkative.

"If you don't care, then stop interfering, Tezuka."

"..and if I do?"

Fuji raised a brow. "Wrong. You don't."

"You couldn't be so certain."

"…and if I am?"

It was Tezuka's time to raise a brow.

"Stop this, Syusuke…"

Fuji remained silent. Yes, he did something weird to Sanada, and he's not a bit willing to ask for an apology or even feel guilty about it. Sanada enjoyed the whole thing, and even let him do what he wanted. That, in its strictest sense invalidates the ground for any mistake.

"You're such a selfish, manipulative, control-freak soul, Kunimitsu Tezuka." he muttered.

"…and you're a dense, inconsiderate, deceiving entity, Syusuke Fuji.." Tezuka countered.

"That's still better than being selfish."

Tezuka crossed his arms in front of him and scrutinized Fuji's sitting figure. He still couldn't believe that what's happening now could be attributed to the time when he rejected Fuji's offer to date him. If he knew all along that this will happen, he would've given second thoughts on how he said his 'rejection piece' rather than the simple 'Impossible.' statement.

"Tell me what you want." he finally said.

Fuji glanced at his direction and gave him that 'what- are- you- talking about look'.

Tezuka sighed. He really doesn't like the idea of repeating himself.

"Tell me what you want and stop bothering someone else."

"You're the only one I want." Fuji said nonchalantly as if what he said was an obvious fact which doesn't need to be said.

Tezuka sighed. Fine. Why did he even care to ask?

"I care for you Fuji….You know that."

"Thanks."

"Then why are you-"

"Because you're a freak, and stupid me just happened to like you so much that it's starting to get annoying."

The Seigaku captain gave no reaction.

"If you like me, then you shouldn't be hanging out with others."

Fuji looked at him, amused.

"…while you hang out with 'that' guy?...Selfish."

Tezuka didn't like that. The last thing he'd want was to involve Yukimura in any problem that they have now. The inconvenience brought by Fuji to the Rikkaidai vice-captain was enough. Anything more than that could be lethal.

Tezuka knew Fuji's decisions are beyond his control and convincing power. Fuji's more intelligent than that. He moved away from his place and went in front of Fuji.

"Let's make a deal."

Fuji looked up and just listened. He found it weird, but he didn't care.

"I'll stop seeing Yukimura, and in turn you have to stop bothering Sanada as well. We'll spend some time together, talking and hanging out. You're going to give your hundred percent focus on tennis, and I wouldn't be interfering with your businesses again."

Tezuka went on saying more thing, but Fuji really didn't mind listening to whatever they were. There's only one thing that registered clearly on his mind.

Tezuka's going to spend more time with him.

"…I want to add something.."

"Go ahead."

"If I manage to let you fall for me on these times , you'll have to date me formally, ….and make love to me…"

Fuji inwardly smiled when Tezuka stood stunned on what he said. He stood up and brought his hands on his captains shoulders, caressing them so gently and suggestively.

He brought his lips next to Tezuka's ear and whispered.

"…and I don't want our first time to be on bed,…You'll have to do it with me on the rooftop, captain."

Before Tezuka could even stop him, he had already grabbed the doorknob and led himself outside.

The tennis captain shut his eyes tight.

What had he done?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

There, there, there!

So Fuji's just so persistent, and he's not just there to easily give his captain up to his nemesis. (which is Yukimura Seiichi...)

...Oh...this is really starting to get difficult! I was almost tempted to have the two of them together!BUT NO! This is a YukiTeZU...(...*sighs*...I can feel Fuji's glares on me every time I say this..)

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