Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi. I do not own any of the characters, except for the plot of this story; anything else belongs to the creator Konomi.
Author's Note: I've received a review stating that my story seem like another persons. However, I can assure you that it isn't plagiarized, I wouldn't do that intentionally, and beside the writing style is different. If the plot is almost the same then I am sorry, however it isn't. I was going to have my beta reader look at the fan fiction to have it fixed and revise. However, she is on vacation and until she comes back there is nothing I can do. So sorry to the Anonymous reviewer, this is the best I can do.
Warning: If you don't like Yaoi, then please do not read this story.
Relationship: FujiRyo
Chapter 2
He isn't human. These thoughts ran through Echizen's Ryoma's mind, while watching the Tensai play against his opponents. The way how the other move, it was unnatural, even though Fuji and Tezuka the Captain of Seigaku both had the same skill level. The Tensai didn't seem human; it was the energy that was running around him, if Ryoma was superstitious, he would have thought he was seeing a phantom ghost playing all those moves.
However, fortunately for him or unfortunately for him, he wasn't superstitious, yet still he couldn't place his finger, on the Tensai. The younger boy didn't understand his obsession that was slowly running with Fuji, it was becoming even more a menace that he couldn't name the reason why he was fascinated. Before, when he first met the Tensai he could sense something special about the willow boy before him, he wasn't short, lanky, or buff like the other members. Instead, he was sleek and petite, almost like a girl, with that incredibly annoying smile.
Sitting beside Fuji he ate his lunch, it was now almost ritual for him to eat with the Tensai, while across from them sat the Vice President Oishi, and his companion Eiji the acrobatic player. Even though Ryoma constantly liked being alone most of his time, while eating, it seem that the extra bodies in his normal turf was fine. Ironically that it was, where ever Fuji seem to go, it seem the other two would follow, almost like they were constantly babysitting them, or even waiting to see something more.
Yet, ever since the declaration of war that was only seen by his old man, the matches between him and Fuji kept on escalating to where they play each other almost every day, even on the weekdays. The flame that light up inside Ryoma's soul burned brightly, it was almost like an addiction he had to the games he played with Fuji. The thrill the burning passion, every time he was near the other, it was unexplainable.
"Ah Echizen did you like that egg roll I made?" Fuji's voice jerked Ryoma out of his musing.
"Eh?" Ryoma blinked quickly not clearly comprehending the words.
Eiji was grinning like a cat at the distracted look on Ryoma's face, "O-chibi you just took Fuji's egg roll and ate it with out blinking!" If he had a tail it would be waving around in smugness, "Didn't you know that Fuji puts lots of wasabi inside egg rolls?"
Ryoma finally noticed the flaming feeling in his nostrils, "Itai!" He cried out, while grabbing onto the canister water that Fuji seem to offer him. Inwardly he cursed at not paying attention to what he was eating, while he gulped down the water, trying to put out the fire in his mouth.
Oishi concerned patted Ryoma on the back, "Echizen are you alright?" Reverting into his mother hen approach, it was an amusing sight to Fuji watching the interplay.
Chuckling lightly, which earned an glare from Ryoma, Fuji just shrugged his shoulders lightly, "Ma ne, not my fault that you wanted a piece ne?"
If the Tennis Prince had his cap, he would have tugged it low, to hide his face, from his mortification. Instead, he settled for taking another sip of the water, Oishi of course was still worried, but satisfied that nothing serious had happen to the freshman.
Eiji went back to talking about what happened in class on a funny joke that he heard, while Ryoma went back to eating the bento that belong to him. Fuji on the other hand, was just smiling like usual, satisfied with the current situation, it was funny that the Tennis Prince had accidentally taken a piece of his egg roll. He immensely enjoyed watching the reddish color that flushed through the younger boy's face, it was beautiful like the most aesthetic rose in his opinion.
Fuji wanted to see it again, and yet he wanted to know what the Tennis Prince was thinking so deeply about that he didn't notice the mix up with the food. Inwardly Fuji being Fuji notice the constant light looks that the Echizen boy snuck at him, whether during Tennis matches, when he played against others, or even when he thought he wasn't looking. It was interesting to Fuji he didn't know what exactly he did to earn the attention of the Tennis Prince. However, it seem that he didn't mind, rather it felt good to know that he was on the dense boy's mind that often. Some people if they knew the deep wheels that turned in Fuji might even suggest if they dare that, the Tensai was please that he possess that much ground with the younger boy.
Perhaps it was the sadist in him, that enjoy having another look upon him, after all even though Ryoma didn't equal the same level that he was, he was definitely catching up quickly. It wasn't that Fuji was worried that one day, when the Tennis Prince might possibly beat him he would lose interest in him entirely. Ryoma wasn't one to lose interest in something that caught his glance for a while, perhaps it was the single mindedness that the other possesses to try to accomplish the task that sheer determination on one single goal. However, to Fuji that seem interesting, to see how far he could push and challenge the younger boy, but he knew that Ryoma had a long way to go before he could beat him.
The five minutes bell rang across campus indicating that lunch was about to end, Fuji swerve his head and started to pack his lunch away. Ryoma already had gotten up, and was waiting at the door, with his stuff.
"See you at practice Echizen!" Oishi called out, as he tugged along his backpack, Eiji was hanging once again over his back.
"Nyyyyaaaaa see you later O-Chibi, Fuji!" The hyperactive boy called, as they walked through the doors down the stairs and to their next class together in History.
Fuji walked next to Ryoma, pausing slightly next to him, when he felt a hand on his arm, puzzled by the unexpected behavior of the younger boy, he turned to look at him. "Echizen?"
"Ne Fuji-senpai, can we have a game, after practice at my house?" Ryoma asked feeling rather awkward at inviting the other to his private domain, even though Momoshiro had been there once to play against him.
"Ah…" Fuji agreed, turning he walked down the dark stairway, his body paused midway on the steps as he turn to look at the light doorway, where Ryoma stood. Opening his eyes sapphire eyes stare at Ryoma, "It should be fun ne?" It was eerie how those eyes, so dark, contain the potent power almost mystical, "One shot!" His soft distinct voice echoed in the hallway, almost like it was carefully timed for that one purpose. "One shot for you to try to get the ball past me Echizen-kun. This is the game, make sure you get it past me, this time." Turning away, until his back was facing the other, the message was loud and clear, this time I'll play serious, this is your chance don't screw up. Plastering the smile on his face, Fuji walked down the hallway, his footsteps creating an unpleasant feeling to the Tennis Prince.