A/N: Exams are finished! And I. Am. Free. (about 92%). So here is another [quite short] chapter :)
celtic27fionn - Please excuse the grammatical errors ^^" And thank you very much :D
mcangel1976 - Sorry about the cliffhanger... Why don't you read and find out in the next chapters, then? ^^
Yuu - Thanks! Glad you like it :)
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Fuji didn't understand.
So… the courts were empty. And even if you squint hard, there was nothing suspicious at all. Trust Fuji, he already tried. He was almost convinced that everything was normal but there was this… feeling.
"You can go ahead, Tezuka, I'll just get a drink," Fuji said.
At first, Tezuka seemed reluctant to answer. Then finally gave a nod.
Fuji walked toward the vending machine but stopped near the trash bin. And sure enough, there lay an empty can of grape Ponta. Fuji tried to pretend he didn't see anything, in case someone was watching. He stood in front of the vending machine, pretended to look, then walked back to the courts.
When Tezuka saw him, he asked, "Where's your drink?"
"They don't have my favorite flavor," Fuji answered. Knowing that the 'favorite flavor' was probably out of the ordinary, Tezuka didn't ask.
When Tezuka opened his bag to get his racket, Fuji noticed something glint inside. He bent slightly and opened his eyes. And he saw a big pair of scissors.
"Would you mind if I ask what the scissors are for?" Fuji almost laughed when he saw a bit of shock on Tezuka's face.
"Yes," he simply answered, took something from his bag and zipped it close.
"Here," Tezuka said, handing Fuji a fuji apple.
Fuji faltered for a moment at the sight of the familiar fruit that haunted his locker, but took it nonetheless.
"Thanks," he said.
And Fuji continued to stare at Tezuka. .
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A sigh. "They're for trimming," he said, talking about the scissors once again. He was silently hoping that Fuji would just drop the subject. When Fuji didn't reply, he asked, "Aren't you going to get your racket?"
"Trimming what?" Fuji asked, as if he hadn't heard Tezuka's question.
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"Plants," Tezuka replied. Sensing that it was getting dangerous, he asked again, "Do you have any plans to start playing tennis?"
"What kind of plant?" Fuji asked again, ignoring Tezuka's question. Oh, he just loved the irritated expression of Tezuka. It was some sort of proof that he was a human, not a robot.
"You're not answering my questions, Fuji."
"We'll play in a while. What kind of plant?" Fuji asked again, adamant in getting an answer.
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"Bonsai." There, he said it. Just to get it over with. Now, finally tennis!
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"Oh." Fuji smirked a little. "Marilyn-chan is lucky to have a responsible owner, ne?"
With that, he took his racket in a flash and went to the courts, leaving an embarrassed Tezuka behind.
"Ne Tezuka, are we really playing a match?" Fuji asked, suddenly unsure.
"Yes," he answered, sensing trouble ahead.
"If I win, you'll do what I say, okay?"
"Ah." Like Tezuka even had a choice.
NOTE: Marilyn[-chan] is Tezuka's beloved bonsai (in the Zany TeniPuri family).