Hello anybody reading this! Shia is sick right now, but I'm still writing! (probably more so, because I can't do much else right now. No Tennis. -tear-) Still, I'm on PAGE 50 (on my word document). Ah, it's a mile stone... I have a feeling this Fanfic may end up being my longest yet... That means I have to get past 88 pages... Sorry, just rambling.

Blufox- Hehe, sorry to keep you hanging, but I like writing cliffhangers. Yep, so fun. Read on!

YukimuraAme- Well, not necessarily everyone. There is a chance that come known characters will develop powers, but I don't think that everyone one has one. I'm glad that it makes more sense! Please do continue reading!

Shimizu Miki- I don't know when your birthday is, so maybe I messed up, but I think I got it!! Yay for me! Thank you for the compliments, and I'm really jealous of the wing-boys too... Flying sounds fun...

Yoshikochan- The Golden Pair is sooo fun... So is Fuji... I've realized that it's easiest to write from his point of view, probably because my friends tell me I'm a lot like him. (Just not when I write! I write SOOO much differently then I act. It's strange.) It's fun to write from Shishido's point of view too. XD

KiriharaAkaya- Haha, Tango Pair and Health... Yep, sounds related to me! Maybe they should make it part of the curriculum? -Thinks about that...- Wow... I might actually want to go to school then... About Fuji's voice... I died. Twice. I was so upset, I felt like crying. WRONG. I mean, did they even listen to how he was supposed to sound? Ne? So, as that is my point of view, kill them if you wish. And Video tape it, so it can be posted on YouTube as a warning to other anime labels in America.

KaL KeY- Okay! Here's the update! (Kinda long this time, couldn't help it. I REALLY wanted to put that last scene in THIS chapter...)

Skyblue147- Oh good! I was thinking 'Oh God! AGAIN?!' Eheh... Sorry, inside joke. I'm glad you like it though.

Disclaimer- I do not own Prince of Tennis

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"Ah, I'm so glad you're not angry with me," Fuji smiled. It felt strange to be admitting he had been so worried, but this was Kunimitsu he was talking to, so he was sure it would be fine.

"I could never stay angry at you for long, Shusuke," Kunimitsu was smiling, and putting a new white sheet on his bed.

"Hnn..." Was Fuji's response as he flopped backwards onto his own bed. All of a sudden they both heard a commotion in the hallway, and Oishi's voice yelling something like 'Be sure to knock first'.

It became increasingly obvious that it was Eiji he was talking to as the doubles player disregarded his advice, and burst through the door anyway.

"Eiji!" Oishi exclaimed, exasperated, following the other boy through the now-open door. "What if they had been..." Oishi stopped himself as a blush ran over his cheeks, then shook his head to rid it of certain images Fuji was positive had shown up there.

"Fujiko! Buchou!" Eiji exclaimed, his tail wagging furiously, "Hoi! You need to go down to the living room! Now!!" Kunimitsu glanced at Oishi, to see just how serious the situation was, and Oishi nodded.

"It's... Pretty important that you go down there," Oishi said, and Kunimitsu nodded in return. Fuji followed him out, a smile still on his face, and the two headed down into the living room, Oishi and Eiji not far behind.

Fuji and Kunimitsu entered the living room, looking around to see what exactly they had been called down for. Suddenly, the two heard Eiji giggle, and suddenly the lights were turned down low, and a movie began to play on the television. A clack from the door told them they had been locked in.

"What are they---?" Kunimitsu didn't even finish his sentence and diverted to shaking his head in a slightly annoyed gesture.

"Apparently, this is a thank you," Fuji said, reading a note he had spotted awaiting them on the couch. "We are to 'Enjoy ourselves, and RELAX for once.'" Fuji chuckled slightly as he put the note down onto the coffee table and took a seat on the couch.

"Might as well not waste this opportunity," Kunimitsu sighed, sitting down next to Fuji. "What are we watching?"

"Something called 'Moulin Rouge'," Fuji looked at the cover of the movie case near him, frowning slightly in confusion at the fact that it was in English. He had never heard of the movie, and told Kunimitsu so.

Kunimitsu had. Actually, he had seen it quite a bit, as it happened to be his mothers favorite foreign film. He remembered having to watch it over and over, to the point that he knew the entire movie and all of the songs in it by heart. Still, despite the fact he had seen it so much, it had actually been a while (almost two years) since he last saw it, and it was a good movie, so he didn't mind seeing it again. Especially if he was going to see it with Fuji.

Fuji seemed intrigued as the credits rolled by, and Kunimitsu was certain from his reactions that he was having no trouble understanding the words said. Well, Kunimitsu silently cursed himself for doubting Fuji for more then a millisecond, it wasn't like the blue eyed boy was called a tensai for nothing.

The movie began, and the two boys settled in further on the couch, Fuji sitting as close to Kunimitsu as he could without being in the buchou's lap. Kunimitsu noticed and nonchalantly pulled the thin frame onto his lap. As the musical went on, Fuji found himself becoming rapped up in the songs and the story line. He had already committed the first two songs that they had seen to memory, and was eager to see more.

"Hmm... He has a nice voice," Fuji said at one point, talking about the male lead, Christian. He was currently singing a ballad to the female lead, Satine, but Fuji was now watching Kunimitsu, waiting for a reaction. The tensai quickly turned back to the movie, as if enraptured, as Kunimitsu turned to face him.

"I sat on the roof and I kicked off the moss. Well some of the verses well, they...they got me quite cross..." It Fuji half a moment to realize that Kunimitsu was singing to him, right along with the movie, right into his ear in a whisper tone, "But the sun's been kind while I wrote this song... It's for people like you that keep it turned on."

Oh, Kami-sama, he was brushing his lips against his ear now, as he sang, and Fuji could feel his warm breath. "So excuse me forgetting but these things I do... You see, I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue! Anyway the thing is, what I really mean... Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen!"

Kami-sama... It took Fuji's breath away, and made the actor's voice sound hoarse by comparison, "And you can tell everybody, this is your song. It may be quite simple, but, now that it's done... I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words... How wonderful life is now you're in the world." Fuji was hardly listening to the actual movie by the time the song was coming to the end, and was a bit depressed that Kunimitsu hadn't gotten to sing the first few lines.

The movie continued like that, with Kunimitsu singing the male lead's parts in Fuji's ear, and even saying all of his lines, as if he didn't want Fuji to listen to the actor's voice. Fuji found himself almost crying by the end, because with Kunimitsu doing the part, it made it all so beautiful and sad.

"You're... Amazing..." Fuji admitted as the credits began to roll. Kunimitsu offered him one of his rare smiles, and Fuji saw that this greatly pleased the buchou. Kunimitsu took Fuji's face softly in his hands and then kissed him, as if to show the tensai how much he enjoyed the compliment. "Nnn..." The small noise escaped Fuji's throat before he could stop it, and then Tezuka had him pressed against the couch. Both were breathing heavily, until both seemed to remember where they were and that Oishi and Eiji could be back any minute now that the movie was over. "Ah... Kunimitsu..."

"I know, Shusuke," Kunimitsu said, but kissed him again. Fuji found this amusing. It certainly didn't seem that he knew.

"Ah, but I don't..." want to stop... The last three words remained unsaid as Fuji caught himself. Kunimitsu seemed to see right through him, and Fuji knew that he felt the same way, but both of them knew that this wasn't the time or place.

Still, Kunimitsu couldn't help but rumble in a very sexy tone of voice, "I see you clearly enjoyed the movie." He pressed himself down on top of Fuji a bit, as if to prove his point, but then moved away before lust could take control of either of them again.

"It was very good," Fuji said, as both of them settled for laying side by side on the couch. He smiled, and Kunimitsu had to kiss him again.

"I've seen that movie a lot, but this was certainly the best," Kunimitsu said as they parted. "I really liked watching it with you."

"Me too. I enjoyed watching it with you," Fuji sighed, and a certain weariness seemed to come over him. He curled up closer to Kunimitsu with a contented sound, and Kunimitsu smiled slightly as he wrapped his arms around the blue-eyed tensai. They lay like that for a few moments, and by the time Eiji and Oishi came to unlock the door, Fuji was fast asleep.

"Hoi! Was it--" Eiji started, but Kunimitsu put a finger to his lips and the red-head saw the sleeping figure on the couch. "Was it good?" Eiji asked, whispering now. Kunimitsu nodded, then moved very carefully to get off of the couch without disturbing Fuji. He slowly, very carefully, took his roommate into his arms, and marveled at how innocent he looked like this, smiling, even in his sleep. His face grimaced a bit, and Kunimitsu's breath catch, but the other boy simply snuggled closer against Kunimitsu, as if searching for warmth, and the buchou continued up the stairs.

Eiji and Oishi followed his silently, and watched as Kunimitsu slid the tensai into his own bed, and then turned back to face them. Kunimitsu moved out into the hallway and closed the door quietly behind him. "Thank you both," Kunimitsu said with a small, but humbling bow. "It was a good evening."

"We're happy to be able to repay Fuji," Oishi smiled, and Eiji nodded, wagging his tail again.

"Yeah, he deserves stuff like this once in a while," Eiji grinned. "You too, Buchou. You both work so hard."

"Thank you," Kunimitsu said again, then turned back to his door, signifying that he was going to turn in. He turned his head back, "And, Kikumaru, just... Forget about the laps tomorrow." With that, Kunimitsu entered his room, closing the door on a smiling Oishi and an ecstatic Eiji.

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Shishido Ryou had been on this earth for fifteen years. Yeah, fifteen, as of today, September twenty-ninth. Not that he had made a big deal out of it or anything. He hadn't even told anyone about it. A few people had remembered, of course, but most people treated it like any other day. To Shishido, his birthday didn't mean much. Sure, the laptop Atobe had (almost) discreetly given him was nice, and the little piece of strawberry cake Taki had slipped him was very good, though obviously store bought, and the few small gifts from various guys and girls around campus that all had crushes on him were pleasant enough, if a little annoying, but Shishido could have easily done without any of it. Actually, he was a bit concerned that even that many of his fans had remembered a birthday that he was sure he had never mentioned.

Fifteen. The number had gone through Shishido's head several times over the course of the day, which was a Wednesday, ever since the call he had gotten from home that morning. Five Thirty in the morning, to be exact, as his idiot brother had decided he had to be the first to tell him 'Happy Birthday'. This would have been even worse, if not for the fact that Shishido hardly slept anymore. Actually, in truth, he hardly slept at night anymore. Since becoming a Trivial Pulse Positive, as Atobe was so found of saying, he had developed some sort of insomnia, where he could not sleep more then a set amount of hours each night. For example, if he went to sleep at midnight, he would wake up at five thirty, but if he went to sleep at eleven thirty, it would be five when he woke up. Still, he was getting used to it, and since he could not remember an actual decent night's sleep in his entire life (it normally took him hours to fall asleep), he could deal better then most people.

Shishido had been raised differently then most of the people at Hyotei Gakuen. He had been raised with morals. He had been raised to take care of himself, and not depend on money. His father was an elementary school teacher, but he knew his mother was rather rich, though she hardly used any of the inheritance she had gained when Shishido's grandparents died. She did use it to pay the fees for Shishido to attend Hyotei (Though his brother preferred public schools), and to pay an occasional medical bill. Still, he had been brought up to stand up for himself and what he believed in, and to protect his pride above all else. He was very different then the rest of Hyotei, most of which was full of pampered brats. There were several exceptions, of course, but it they were harder to find then on might find, with Hyotei's 1652 students. Shishido could count them on his fingers, without ever having to even think about doing some sort of math or adding his toes.

Ever since the earthquake, his world had turned upside-down. For instance, where as before he had been living with his family and commuting to school everyday, he was now living in the Hyotei dorms, in a special building which Atobe had supposedly donated for the regulars to live on campus if they wanted to. In truth, it was for the positives, and it was a good things that most of the positives at Hyotei were in fact regulars. There was only one person that was a positive and not a regular, a freshman girl, but she was not included in the living requirement, or even invited to Atobe's Ball, which would take place in two days.

He said 'dorms', but really they were like apartments, as all but Atobe's and Jirou's rooms were actually doubles, with two rooms and a bathroom, as well as a kitchen and a living room. In essence, it was much more like having an apartment. As for Atobe and Jirou, it was no secret that every night, at least one of their rooms wasn't occupied. Shishido quickly shoved that thought out of his head, shaking it with disgust.

Also since the earthquake, Shishido's animal affiliation (another of Atobe's phrases) had given him a few habits that he hadn't had before. He could sleep standing or sitting up, and with his eyes open, which was very handy, since that meant he could sleep in class without getting caught, to make up for what he didn't get at night. He could also make his hair grow longer, which made a bit of sense, when you thought about what his animal was. He preferred to walk around with his hair longer, and he could do so in the dorms, which was a plus. His speed had also increased, though he had to be careful not to let that show too much as well, as none of the rest of the club, or the school knew about he positives, with the exception of Tarou-sensei, naturally.

Anyway, it seemed that Shishido's thoughts had wandered. He was fifteen now, living away from home for the first time, and, also for the first time, he was in love. Not that that really changed anything. He had loved this person for about two years now, but he still couldn't act on his feelings. Geki dasa...

"Are you going to go to bed soon, Shishido-san?" The familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked up from where he sat on the couch to see Choutarou Ohtori, his doubles partner and best friend, now roommate, looking at him, his head tilted a bit in a question. Shishido grunted a response, not trusting his voice to form the right words. His heart was beating wildly, and he was almost positive that Choutarou could hear it. Choutarou, however, didn't seem to notice, as he was dazed and half asleep already.

"Aa, well there's something in the fridge for you," Choutarou said, confusing Shishido. The second year headed for his bed room quietly, then turned back, giving Shishido a warm smiled that almost melted Shishido, as if he was made of chocolate. "And, Shishido-san, happy birthday."

"... Arigatou," Shishido said after a slight pause.

"Good night Shishido-san," Choutarou smiled again.

"G'night, Choutarou," Shishido slurred, and Choutarou headed off for bed.

Waiting until he was sure Choutarou was asleep, Shishido headed for the fridge, ecstatic that this wonderful boy, that he'd come to care for so much over the past few years, had remembered his birthday. Opening the door the fridge, he saw a small cake, decorated rather well, with a small piece of paper leaning against it.

"'To Shishido-san'," He smiled as he read it. Oh man, it was definitely home made. Way better then what Taki had given him. "Choutarou," he whispered, though it was more to himself, since Choutarou wasn't anywhere around, "You're amazing..."