Author Notes: Here I am! With the last piece of epilogue! I know maybe some of you are bored to see me again ^_^* but there are several reviewers wanting me to make an epilogue. I was curious that I reread the story and…damn they were right! The last chapter is kinda weird and it feels unfinished. So this is the epilogue, for you who asked and for anyone who is interested reading it! Enjoy, guys!

DISCLAIMER : Not mine, okay?

WARNING : male/male stuff, a slight lime –or more, depends on your opinion- in the end of this chapter (according to Einstein there is a relativity in everything, including lime-ness, so read at your own risk ^^), many grammatical errors (hasn't been beta-ed) 

Epilogue : The Future Lies Beyond Our Reckoning

"Game set! Seigaku, Tezuka! 7-6!"

A loud earsplitting roar awakened in the packed tennis court's outskirts, coming from sea of students clothed in blue jersey or either black or green uniforms. A number of spectators rose from their benches, howling voices of triumph. Seigaku had won the National.

Approaching the net were two adversaries, both leaders in their own clubs and it was their second match in three years time. Tezuka extended his right hand up while his left was still clutching the victorious racket tightly, to Keigo Atobe, captain of Hyoutei High School. The latter smirked slightly, looking at the other guy's hand, and said, half to himself, "The same team, the same outcome, only I lose now."

Despite the commotion surrounding them, the Seigaku's captain could hear every syllable rather clearly. Right, they were. They had gone through a pretty similiar match this evening to the one they had been three years ago, with the same line of players –except the Golden Pair was the one in double two since Oishi did not suffer any injury- even though there were five matches of single that they were currently in the High School grade (Momoshiro was single five, Kawamura single four, and Echizen replaced him as the third single). They tied until the final game, the captains' match.

"Can't beat you now, can I, Tezuka?" Atobe shook his hand, still presenting a fair smile, "or was my previous win a blessing due to your wound?"

"I don't think so," Tezuka answered truthfully, "you played well, Atobe-san, really. I won in tiebreak only because of-" his remnant words of modesty were failed to issue themselves as suddenly there was a pair of hands vigorously strangled him from behind.

"We win, Tezuka! WIN!" the yell erupted from Kikumaru almost deafened him, "Aren't you happy? WE WIN THE NATIONAL AGAIN!!"

The rest of Seigaku's regular obviously were ignoring his admonition of not to overreact if they eventually won, judging from their uproarious happiness. He sighed halfheartedly but allowing them nonetheless. They won the National anyway and if there was a moment needed celebration, it was. He inclined his head slightly, as the other captain gave the identical one in return and walked back to his team. He himself joined his fellow regulars still with Kikumaru's arms swinging on his shoulder.

"Brilliant, Tezuka!" Oishi greeted him with a wide grin strapped on his face, "It was the greatest match I've ever seen all along this tournament!"

"A good thing that you don't leave, buchou," Echizen had a chance to add before the gratitude transmuted into furious bawling as he was trying to escape from Momoshiro's hands tousling his uncapped hair. "It hurts, Momo-senpai! Can't you behave more like an adult-"

The captain shifted his gaze from the belligerent underclassmen until it fell to the one he was searching for, the one he wanted to share his happiness most. The prodigy was advancing to his standing place, an overjoyed smile brightened his face. He halted right in front of him and said cheerfully, "Good work, Tezuka! Never thought you could play that well, really. Must practice more, I am."

"Don't see yourself, do you?" the taller guy retorted, slightly irritated –which made Fuji opened his eyes and blinked in bewilderment- "Since when the Triple Counter developed into seven?"

"That was for you actually," Fuji replied lightly, "I invented them to beat you. But I was pressed so hard that I didn't see any option but to use them. If I practiced harder, perhaps I wouldn't have to bring them into play." His smile faltered a bit as he appended, "Seemed I can't beat you yet."

The stoic leader was silent for a moment as his mind absent-mindedly registered that Kikumaru's arm was no longer a burden to his wearied shoulder and thoroughly felt relieved. Not that he concerned if his relationship with the team's prodigy would be exposed –he suspected all of the regulars had already known it anyway- but the way they were mutually staring was sufficient to provoke a fuss from the noisy acrobatic player and he would soon shouting idiot things like 'how romantic!' or 'the ice man falls in love at last!'

"We'll see," a muffled answer was given. Despite the rather alleviating words, Fuji replied with a fleeting sad smile which was soon replaced by a usual placid one. Nevertheless, Tezuka failed to miss it. He knew time was pressing and it would not be long until the moment he must leave arrived.

Unsure how to react, he did the first thing crossing his mind. The prodigy was taken aback when suddenly his captain reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Still flabbergasted, he caught a sight of Tezuka trying to keep his face straight with avoiding the immoderate blue eyes as their feet were dragging them away. Of course, the reputation of being a cold heartless leader was still there to defend in spite of his hard effort to soothe his beloved. A soft knowing smile bloomed on his lips. Wasn't it nice to have a boyfriend such as his captain?

"Ah, buchou!" Momoshiro waved enthusiastically as he saw them –his grin turned into a full more wider snicker when he noticed their linked hands. He nudged his kouhai and whispered gleefully, "Can't seem to get far, can they?" and immediately received a death glare from their leader.

"Fuji!" Kikumaru jumped and hugged his best friend in an instant, "Taka-san invited us over! Imagine…all-you-can-eat!"

"Wa-wait, Eiji-" the jittery Kawamura disapproved, seemed horrified at the prospect of inviting a bunch of greedy friends, "I will treat you sushi, guys, but not all-you-can-eat-"

"But you said so, Taka-san, I reminded myself to write it down back then," Inui interrupted, showing the record in his green notebook. Obviously the promise was made when Kawamura was in one of his burning modes. Not quite unfair though, still no one was to blame.

"Really, I don't remember-"

"That's mean, Taka-san!" Momoshiro wailed, "We have won the national-"

"Aren't you supposed to give the last bow?" Suddenly Ryuzaki-sensei appeared amidst them, glowering at her ex-in-charges. Promptly, they turned their heads to the court, where the regulars of Hyoutei had stood in a row and were waiting patiently for their victorious opponent.

A careless 'mada mada dane' trailed a unison 'shimatta!' coming from Oishi and Momoshiro as the Seigaku regulars scurried to the court, lining as the matches' sequence. Tezuka sighed wearily when he heard the sloppy Kikumaru accidentally stomped his teammate's foot and there was a mix of recurred 'gomen!' and loud hiss. Standing amusedly beside him, Fuji hardly suppressed a chuckle.

"Seishun Gakuen vs. Hyotei Gakuen! Doubles: 1-1! Singles: 3-2! Total results: 4-3 for Seigaku!"

Another shout exploded in the court –Seigaku's cheering force almost outnumbered Hyoutei's at the moment, they were even singing 'We Are The Champion' repeatedly. The regulars bowed at each other. Tezuka gave a sidelong glance at the opposing teams. Both had worked hard, the Hyouteis proved it with their superb performance which terrifically equaled by his own team. Who had ever guessed Oishi's Moon Volley not only landed precisely on the rear line but could also have acceleration in speed? Or Inui whose data reading was inscrutably more accurate and adept than before that seemingly that he could control the way Ohtori moved. Then Momoshiro who was more powerful than ever. They had extended their skills and he as the captain felt a distinct proud that he had the chance to witness it. The fragments of each game passed through his mind like a roll of succinct yet long movie as he listened absent-mindedly to the prodigy chattering with Hyoutei's Jirou.

Both captains shook hands once more and gave their final farewell with a courtesy of looking forward to another match somewhere in the future. Somehow Tezuka felt they would meet again, perhaps when they both had reached the international. He had little hesitance that Atobe would eventually ended as a professional tennis player.

"So?" Suddenly Kikumaru's voice rang, overcoming the sounds of hand-clapping and mouth-whistling. All his friends' attention promptly darted to him who was grinning mischievously at Kawamura, "when do we leave?"

There was a loud groan of protest from the chef while the rest beamed happily and quickly made their way to the changing room. The two tennis coaches smiled in amusement as they watched their prideful boys retreating, overwhelmed by happiness.

"Amazing, aren't they?" Ryuzaki-sensei sighed contentedly, "You have done a magnificent work, Konomi-sensei."

The younger man shook his head and said unobtrusively, "I only helped a little, the rest was up to them. Honestly, I've never found a team as unified and autonomous as them. They are great individuals each, know how to develop themselves, and moreover I have Tezuka-kun to lead them. Don't you think it's a blessing, Ryuzaki-sensei?" he enquired, obtaining approving nods from the other coach trailed by laughter.

"But I can't help but to worry what we will become next year," Konomi-sensei continued thoughtfully, "most of the regulars are third-graders and they will graduate soon. I wonder if you have the same problem three years ago."

The old woman inclined his head slightly, answering, "Yes, but surprisingly the rest of the team could handle themselves pretty well. I thought Momoshiro couldn't be as reliable as Tezuka was, yet he proved to be a great captain in his time although they had different ways of leading. But yes, I must admit I would be comforted well if they stayed as they were." She stopped a moment, recalling the glorious past, before turning his attention back at the younger coach, "Well, I always told myself that my boys would improve even better after they left me, and they do."

"I believe it," Konomi-sensei replied light-heartedly, "Ah, Ryuzaki-sensei, I have something to ask you. I can't come with them this evening –my parents' wedding anniversary, must attend it, really. I wish you are able to substitute me. You know, they need a celebration."

"Very well," the older coach nodded before recollecting the other, "by the way, have you told them about the offer?"

"Oh, I forgot about it," he quickly spun on his heels and soon were rummaging his bag which was laid on the coach bench, abandoned, "I put it somewhere here but I didn't have a chance to talk to him before. Here it is!" He thrust a map to the female coach and added, "Please give it to him, Ryuzaki-sensei."

"Fine," she accepted, slightly smiling, "I wonder how he will react."

*   *   *

"It's mine, Momo! How dare you to eat it for the third time while your senpai hasn't even touched it!? That's a scandal!"

"You're too slow, Eiji-senpai," Momoshiro replied lightly, his hand continued supplying more sushi into his mouth, "Really, Taka-san is getting better in making sushi!"

The small bashful gratitude of 'thank you' from the chef was soon drowned by another protesting respond, "And how senseless, you are! You don't mean to snub me by saying it was good, do you!? The next time Taka-san makes it, it will be mine!" And before a second could pass, he wailed again, "Hey, kiddo! It's my anago!"

The youngest regular only shrugged indifferently and ate it, witnessed by the teary-eyed Kikumaru. In the other hand, Tezuka –who was sitting on one of the stool behind the sushi counter, buried his head in desperation as it was throbbing painfully due to the unstinting squall around him. Ryuzaki-sensei laughed when she noticed the expression coloring the stoic young man next to her.

"You can stop them if you want," she suggested with a smirk on her face.

"Not that they will listen to me at any rate," Tezuka answered grimly, "beside we have won the national and it worth a celebration, even as noisy as this." He closed his eyes as to recollect more patience when an additional scuffle over a newly arrived roll rose.

"Getting considerate, aren't you, Tezuka?" the elderly coach teased, "Someone's influence?"

"Fortunately not," he retorted evenly, accompanied by a stream of laughter from his coach. The captain suspected that Ryuzaki-sensei was not oblivious about Fuji. Not that there was one in their team who was anyhow.

Meanwhile, Kikumaru was still babbling about unfairness surrounding him while his partner was trying his best to cool him down. "Momo! Look at him, Oishi! Look! He snatched my sashimi! Again! I haven't eaten anything- give that to me! Taka-san~"

"Why don't you ask Fuji-senpai to spare his, Kikumaru-senpai?" Echizen graciously suggested, his eyes flickered to the prodigy who was eating peacefully a plate of roll which Kawamura made especially for him. Fuji looked up from his sitting place at the end of the table and offered the sushi with an indulgent look. The redhead eyed the rolls with great suspicion, knowing how odd the tensai's appetite was.

"I hope it's not wasabi sushi," he grumbled in a low tone as his hand grabbed one of them, scanning it meticulously.

"If it wasn't, I would have finished it already, Eiji-senpai!" the greedy two-grader commented, rescuing his upper-classman from suffering a great pain caused by eating too much wasabi.

"You're no fun, Momo-senpai," the youngest regular showed his disillusion by muttering under his breath which unfortunately was overheard by the acrobatic player. He was soon fuming, overcrowded by rage when he learned that the seemingly-so-innocent first year cruelly intended to trick him.

"WHY YOU, KIDDO-"

Fuji observed his complaining friend and decided it was indeed the right time to evacuate himself. His gaze fell on his captain who was drowned in a deep conversation with their former coach with a plain white map was laid neatly under the leader's folded arms. The prodigy recognized it and felt a tinge of pain somewhere in his stomach. No doubt they were discussing about Tezuka's impending departure.

The two of them abruptly stopped their talking when Fuji slowly made his way and took his place beside the captain. He could not help but notice a slight smirk Ryuzaki-sensei was wearing as she scrutinized the brown-haired guy.

"Please resume your talking," the prodigy decorously said, "don't mind me. Or will it be better if I leave?"

"No, it's okay, we've finished already," the coach waved her hand impatiently and added with a broad grin, "I think I'll join them," she glanced at her other ex-charges, mainly Echizen and Momoshiro, who were implicated in another brawl. "Take your time, guys."

She left the two in awkward silence as no one initiated any word. Fuji was conjecturing the reeling of his captain's mind when the deep voice rose.

"Will you mind to spend the night at my house? My parents are out for the night."

The prodigy stared at Tezuka, wishing his hearing was not tricked by the cacophony caused by his wailing loudly friend or he was merely delusional. Nevertheless, the firm visage of his leader was enough a confirmation to erase his doubt. A smile broke on his lips as he answered in a playful politeness, "The pleasure is mine, thank you."

Tezuka muttered a train of incoherent words which was replied by a chuckle from Fuji. Suddenly the taller guy stood up, reaching for the other's hand and prepared to leave as Fuji looked at him in disbelief. "Now?"

"If you don't mind."

"Why would I?" the prodigy threw his last tease as he grabbed his tennis bag. He was about to fare his friends well when he noticed that all present attentions were poured to the quiet chat between the two tennis aces. A devilish thought crossed his mind but he decided not to provoke a further pressure upon his captain who obviously thought the situation had been irritating too much to his tolerance.

"We're leaving, guys. See you again at school," Fuji saved the tense in the restaurant as he realized the only thing Tezuka managed to do was scowling over his curious friends. Momoshiro was bending in pain as he tried his best no to burst a laugh out –he still dared not to challenge the authority his strict leader had in sentencing a penalty. Nonetheless, Kikumaru had the audacity to shout loudly at the leaving couple, knowing it was once in a lifetime chance to make fun of Tezuka. Not to mention, Fuji was a reliable savior when it came to their captain.

"Don't rush him, Tezuka!"

An earthquake seemed to have stricken the modest restaurant as laughter erupted so thunderous, sufficient to shake any building. The captain turned into pale white as his fingers clasped Fuji's forcefully, dragging both of them out of the rambunctious storm. Even Ryuzaki-sensei had difficulties in restoring her composure.

"That's…really…evil, Eiji," the vice-captain could hardly control his glee. His double partner was already kneeling over, inebriated by mirth.

"Imagine…his face…" was the only words Kikumaru could say and soon another streams of laughter overcame him.

"Worth it, I reckon," Inui was already scribbling notes of the recent event onto his book, as soon as his own amusement wore off, "Kikumaru is right. We should take a record of his reaction. A priceless data, it would be-" and he kept muttering as the Golden Pair threw mutual glances and drowned by laughter again.

*    *    *

Two figures lay motionless, panting hard after their intense lovemaking. Both stayed in silence as they were listening to the other's ragged breath thoroughly became steady. The clock ticked by and nobody moved. Fuji closed his eyes, enjoying the warm sensation of the body top of him. It felt nice to have the warmth nestled there, to comfort his every part of the body.

Suddenly the figure moved and slumped back beside him with a soft thud. The prodigy smirked and commented, "Don't rush me, eh?"

"Not that you didn't enjoy it."

Fuji smiled and shifted his lithe body, suspended it on his right elbow as he gazed lovingly at the closed eyelids of his captain. His left fingers made their way on the smooth pale face, tracing it slowly. "It's very much welcome instead," he lowered his lips and kissed the fluttering lashes framing the eyes.

A hand suddenly pushed him down and soon the prodigy was pinned under his leader's body as his lips was sealed by a pair of another. Fuji moaned softly when their tongues were fiercely clashing upon each other, like crushing the other was a main purpose. Since no one volunteered to relent, the battle continued until both had no air left in their lungs. The tensai felt his head was spinning madly as he gaped, inhaling as much as oxygen he could in one count of breathing. Distinctly, he saw through his slitting eyelids that Tezuka settled his dark hair comfortably on the pillow under his head.

"You've taken me three times already, remember?" the prodigy warned, half to himself, as he felt his desire for the fourth time inflating in the night.

A muffled answer was given and Fuji took it as an affirmative. He closed his eyes again. As much as he wanted to replay it, he had no energy left to do so. He was listening to every bit of sound only the serenity of night could offer when Tezuka unexpectedly went aside and got down from the bed. He mumbled something about getting a drink as he wore the bathrobe previously draped at the end of the bed.

Fuji folded his hand at the back of his head, staring sleepily to the dark ceiling. His thought flew unintentionally to the people resolving around his life. Great friends on and off court, a family who became more and more understandable as time went on, and Saki. A smile appeared on his relaxed face. He was glad they could overcome the misunderstanding between them; she was a caring and loving friend despite her selfishness. Of course things could not go as smooth as their childhood was, nevertheless they were friends.

A ring cut his piling thoughts off as he opened his eyes lazily to his white cell phone, vibrating on the nightstand. Slowly he reached out and read the printed name. His cute little brother, apparently. "Hai?"

"Aniki, why don't you tell me before? Congratulation for winning the national title for the second time!"

"Thanks," Fuji replied, "it was the whole team's work anyway, I did nothing special."

"Really? Why don't I feel like believing it?" his brother answered in a mock annoyance before he sighed regretfully, "too bad I didn't watch the entire tournament –Mizuki compelled us in practicing some extra training and damn him to choose the wrong day at the wrong time. He taught me a new shot and I will show you to see whether it will do any harm to my back or muscle –not that I don't believe him or sort but we do know how hard-willed he can be. By the way, where are you, Aniki? I've just called home and Nee-san told me you hadn't come back."

"I'll have a sleepover at Tezuka's house," the prodigy answered, waiting amusedly for the respond his brother would give over such an answer.

"At his bedroom, you mean," Yuuta added with a chuckle, "enjoying your victory, I suppose. Well, I'll let her know then before she is too worried. Ah, one more thing, Nee-san said she was going to marry Shiro in these six weeks. The decision was made right after you won."

"I'll make myself sure to call her later. Thanks, Yuuta" Fuji replied, slightly surprised by the news –he had presumed that their marriage was only a matter of time, knowing how strong the bond they had threaded.

"Well then, I'll see you later, Aniki. Don't push yourself too hard, okay?" the younger brother teased playfully as a good bye.

"Two persons said it for two times in the last two hours," the tensai mumbled to himself after he bade his brother a farewell. He put the phone back to its previous domain and settled himself on the bed. It was not long until the bedroom door was reopened, revealing his captain with a tray on his hand.

"Such a nice host, aren't you?" Fuji gave a comment as the other was handling one of the cups filled with hot green tea. A snort was deemed an adequate reply that the captain said nothing else. Still, the reaction could amuse the weird prodigy no less –instead, it was one he actually hoped for. Sometimes he wondered how Tezuka could stand his endless teasing and irritating commentaries.

The two stayed silent, sipping the greenish liquid carefully as it was burning. Fuji had never minded not to talk, he merely contented to stay beside his stoic captain and that was it. However, he himself preferred not to start a conversation unless it was considered necessary –as a note, in his dictionary, intimidating with delicate words was counted in as a well-needed requisite. As the silence went on, he found himself once more thinking about Tezuka's departure. And it was not a pleasant thought.

"When will you leave?" unconsciously he broke the silence.

No response came for a full minute as Tezuka continued on staring at his tea from behind the spectacles. The tensai frowned, he did not feel like to be ignored now. He importuned for an answer.

"In two weeks," at last there was a reply.

Two weeks. It was not a short span of time but he would not call it long anyway –because it was not long enough. Not to beat him, not to get bored of him, not to every thing. Still the time would come and it was unavoidable. In two weeks, it would.

As to change the subject, Tezuka spoke again, "What will you do after you graduate?"

Fuji shrugged indifferently at the question, "Who knows? I'm intended in taking Photography but something just doesn't feel right. But I like getting along with camera, therefore I think I will like it anyway."

"You're not interested in tennis?" the captain quietly asked.

"Not that I'm not interested," the tensai continued to smile, "I'm not sure if tennis is my future. I'm not good enough, Tezuka."

"Because I get a scholarship and you don't?"

There was a pause occurring as Fuji took the chance to put his cup next to his cell phone. It was not an easy conversation, even for one like him. It was about realizing yourself and admitting your scars, and not everyone was willing to do it. If he were given a choice, Fuji would prefer to stay silent. It was uncomfortable, yet he must resume. Tezuka was not someone who would easily let him off and unfortunately the other guy could read him pretty damn well.

He took a deep breath and leant to his leader's shoulder, whispering, "Part of it," and found himself utterly speechless afterwards. Perhaps he was covetous after all.

"Come with me."

Fuji closed his eyes deliberately –it was going for the worse. A mere offer, it was and thankfully it would be only too easy to decline it –he had thousands of reasons he could serve in mind. Then what is it? He desired to go. Not to be with his captain, he only wanted to go, to chase his dream and unfold his future. Yet, there was an unseen hand restraining him from the entire bright inviting prospect. Perhaps what Tezuka said was true. The invisible hand was his lack of confidence due to no acknowledgement. Of course, he was famed as the prodigy, but was it sufficient?

After several minutes passed without even a simple shake of head as an answer –the tensai was only smiling and it could not be voted as an approval in his case- Tezuka decided to reveal the next.

"If you were offered a full scholarship, would you come?"

The prodigy inhaled a deep breath as he was attempting the picture of him being awarded the particular blessing to take place in his brain. He turned to face the waiting leader and answered, "Maybe. Still it is a dream only…" suddenly he stopped as an incredulous thought crossed his mind, his blue eyes flung open "…isn't it?"

"Sometimes…" his captain said with an intentional slowness –he even took a sip from his still steaming cup, pretending there was no tensai sitting stiffly beside him with a racing heart, "…dream comes true."

As he emphasized the last three words, his gaze flickered to the white map on his desk. No doubt his prodigy caught the brown eyes movement or else he would not rush so briskly to the desk to retrieve the mysterious map. Tezuka observed him in quiet fascination –it was extremely rare being able to present a pleasant surprise for Fuji who seemed to always know more than he should. Not to mention there was no clothe left on the beautiful slender body.

The content of the plain map seemed to at least shock the tensai as his azure orbs were persistently scanning and reading every letters imprinted on the document. Unconsciously, his feet brought him back to the bed, where he practically sagged on as he reached it. The bespectacled guy watched him as he scrupulously reread the particular page where his name –Fuji Shuusuke- was clearly written in bold letters.

Finally, Fuji closed the map and placed it neatly on the nightstand. His expression was still calm despite his gleaming blue pools and the smile, a simple proof that the prodigy was highly exuberant. It was not the plain vacant one, not the forcedly fake one, not the savage or dangerous one. It was the one Tezuka recalled as the foremost smile when their gaze briefly locked for the first time.

"So," the prodigy started in a playful tone as he advanced towards his captain, "this is the reason why you bombarded me with those odd questions, I suppose?"

Tezuka made no answer and merely watched his tensai climbing to his lap, settling himself comfortably there. It was not long before Fuji caught his lips and bound them in a long passionate kiss. Somewhere during their joining of lips, he could hear the other guy muttered.

Thank you, Tezuka.

The cold captain could feel the edges of his lips were quirking, despite the ceaseless motion of ravishing the other's mouth. He was not ashamed to admit that he did not really know nor understand the person he was kissing right now very well. Even he doubted he would ever. Fuji was simply untouchable, indecipherable, and oddly he loved him the way he was. He realized how unsteady and fragile their relationship was, yet it was worth trying. Beside, no body could tell what would fall upon them tomorrow, could it?

****Truly, truly, truly finished****

Ramblings : *sighs* At last! It's finished! Honestly, I don't really satisfied by this epilogue *frowns* I like the previous chapter better but I need to write a last one and this is the outcome! Forgive me if I made Tezuka talk too much, all the characters are OOC, I know. I don't think there will be any sequel because I have started a new story and it's rated R (a promotion) ^^ Well then, thank you, guys, for the reviews and supports! Still, if you are willing to spare a minute, please give me a review! ^.^ I will be very happy!

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