DISCLAIMER: I don't own Prince of Tennis

He drove in full speed, afraid of something he wasn't sure of himself. The cool breeze outside matched with a slight drizzle added an ominous aura to the heavy feeling he already felt.

Fuji stepped on his car's accelerator and fought the tears that welled up his eyes.

He felt alone. And ruined.

She leaned comfortable on her bed's lean board, laptop on her lap and pieces of hand written reports scattered on her sides.

Leanne bit her pen and reread Fuji's report for the day. If Fuji was pulling off some kind of a prank by submitting an utterly insufficient and grammatically erroneous article, she felt not a bit pleased with it.

Outside of work pranks, acceptable. But never on the kind of job that they have. Leanne sighed and reached for her phone on the bedside table.

She dialed Tezuka's number and was welcomed by his voicemail.

"Tezuka, this is Leanne. Call me as soon as you can. There's something I need to discuss to you in private." she said before placing back her phone on its original place.

She once again skimmed on Fuji's report and sighed.

He's not getting any page on the paper tomorrow.

Desire

Yukimura never thought that it could be this powerful and dominant when matched with the perfect situations and characters that complete its plot.

Sex

Something he dared not to indulge himself in, knowing how selfish he is and how possessive he could be.

Yet given the present circumstance he's in, with Tezuka stealing away his breath with those mind-blowing kisses, Yukimura eventually lost the ability to think straight.

He felt himself being pinned down on bed by a strong pair of arms, and he couldn't help but shut his eyes and let things happen the way they should be, minus his rationality. He felt Tezuka's warm hands caressing his cheek, and Yukimura shuddered. Not because of the warmth, but because of the unexplainable tingle that he feels inside, knowing that it was Tezuka who was touching him. His thoughts were flooded with images about what was about to happen that night, and he felt himself being overwhelmed by the intensity of the emotions trying to escape from their long-suppressed vessel inside his consciousness.

The moment Tezuka once again claimed his lips, Yukimura completely lost his ability to argue with his self-righteous thoughts and just allowed his body to do what it feels like doing. And that exactly includes pulling Tezuka closer and ridding him off with his clothes which suddenly felt no more than annoying.

He gasped when Tezuka gently nibbled on a certain sensitive part on his neck, and moaned when the other's hand went on caressing his chest, his abdomen,….he felt lightheaded…..

"I was out. Sorry for the crap." Fuji said on the phone. He was currently talking to Leanne while driving at a dangerous speed, though he didn't mind it at all. There's one more dangerous thing he knew would happen if he didn't hurry.

"Where are you." she said in command.

"Out."

"Where?"

"None of your business."

"As long as you're not headed to Tezuka's place then fine."

Fuji stepped on the brakes all too suddenly that his seat belt barely manage to prevent him from bumping his head on the steering wheel.

"I am. And if you know something that's going on in there now, spit it out before I go on murdering someone." he said, foreseeing what Leanne meant with what she said.

"Watch your words." Leanne warned.

She felt alarmed and was automatically out of her bed. She grabbed her coat and headed out of her own apartment. Her place was nearer to Tezuka's. She didn't know what to do, all she knew was she needed to be there before Fuji does. The reason? She had to sort it out later.

Fuji slammed the door of his car, and climbed up Tezuka's condo. Good thing he gave him a spare key to his unit. He wouldn't have to break himself in if things come to worse. Just as he was about to turn open the knob, Leanne came in rushing and grabbed his arm. He shook her off. What his editor was doing only made him so sure that something extremely wrong is going on inside.

"This is trespassing. Tezuka's sleeping okay? He had just submitted his novel, why can't you give him a break?" Leanne said, mentally slapping herself for such a lame excuse.

Fuji looked at her as if she just said something stupid. "How do you know that? And what are you doing here anyway? I have Tezuka's keys. This is hardly trespassing."

Leanne didn't know how to respond to that. She bit her lower lip when Fuji turned the knob open. How she hoped her stupid, almost godly accurate intuition isn't right this time. Otherwise, it'll really be a disaster.

Fuji went in and searched the place; the office, living room, kitchen. None. He sighed and headed for the bedroom. As if knowing things all along, Leanne once again attempted to stop him by immediately lounging forward and blocking Fuji's way.

"Look. Save everything for tomorrow when everything's fine. Just go home and sleep. It's just stress Fuji." she said, almost pleading.

"Step aside."

"Fuji..listen.."

" ." Fuji repeated, meaning what he said, ready to shove his editor away if she doesn't voluntarily move.

Leanne looked at him in what seemed like a pity and took a step back. All be doomed. She did what she can.

She held his breath and listened to whatever incoming clash there will be, and felt alarmed when he heard nothing. There was complete silence as if the place was originally devoid of anyone's presence. Apart from her own breathing, the place was unusually silent.

She waited for few more seconds and was rewarded when Yukimura emerged out of Tezuka's room. Leanne shut her eyes and looked away.

"You brought him?" Yukimura asked when he was finally down. The look he gave at Leanne was of someone who was insulted and betrayed.

"God, no!" Leanne screamed.

She licked her lips and tried to calm her nerves. At some point it angered her knowing that Yukimura could accuse her of doing something unreasonable. They've been friends for years! Why would she do something that could jeopardize both her relationship to him as his friend and that of her neutral treatment to Tezuka and Fuji's relationship?

"I tried to stop him from barging in, because I was thinking that you're…that something's going on…"

Yukimura swallowed hard and looked away. Leanne didn't miss how her friend was trying his best not to be overpowered by the necessity to let those tears fall down. It was an utterly heartbreaking scene.

"Yuki….I'm sorry." she said instead. She offered an arm on Yukimura's shoulder, which the latter didn't shrug off. "Let's go. You can stay at my place this evening."

The blue-haired guy nodded but refused to look at her direction. They went out together and headed home. Yukimura insisted on driving his car to Leanne's place. Though doubtful on her friend's condition to do a safe drive, she nevertheless obliged. They can talk about everything later on. Right now, both of them needed some solitary moments.

"Do you want anything to eat?" she offered.

Yukimura sighed and smiled. "I'd love some lasagna."

Leanne smiled back and nodded. She allowed Yukimura to maneuver his car away from Tezuka's garage before she moved her own.

Outside, the rain started to fall.

"Why?"

"I'm asking you the same question."

"Damn it, Tezuka! You're having sex with your editor, and you can't even take responsibility? I know you can be insensitive, but this?!"

"You're one to talk. I'm sure you did more than what you saw earlier with Shiraishi."

Fuji rolled his eyes and gaped.

So now these were all his fault?

"Did you really think I slept with him?" Fuji asked in disbelief.

It's true that Shiraishi did present him the offer, but he willfully denied it. They agreed to just spend more time. That's it.

"Why not? Your history spoke of more than just a simple one night stand. I wouldn't be surprised if you went back dating each other."

"What?!"

Fuji gave out a sharp sigh and glared angrily at the bed, by which Yukimura laid down earlier with Tezuka hovering over him and doing all sort of those…he refused to recall what he saw.

"So what are we now? A failed relationship?" Fuji said, swallowing the lump on his throat as he spoke of the words he would never ever want to happen.

Tezuka didn't respond and picked up his discarded shirt on the floor.

"Tezuka…"

Still no response.

With a heavy feeling and a mind too tired to think, Fuji slowly made his way out of his boyfriend's room. He leaned helplessly on the door frame and looked back at the other man. When Tezuka didn't move from his original position, Fuji turned away and headed down.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

When betrayal starts to get into a relationship, there are things which are best forgotten rather than remembering. But then again, it's not like one could easily forget a sin without staining himself as well.

That's how things work.