Spy Games
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Ego Trip: Hi again! Thanks much for all your reviews! Did I ever mention how much I enjoy getting reviews? Well I absolutely love reviews! So thanks to all you readers who review my stories and inspire me… Though I'm supposed to be preparing for my A levels, I just can't help wanting to continue with this story… just hope my parents don't find out. Anyway hope you'll like this chapter.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis characters are not mine…
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[Thundering Boom Boom]
It was late at night and a storm was raging outside. A particularly loud crack of thunder jolted Fuji from his dreams and had him sitting up in his bed with a start. It took him a moment to orient himself to his surroundings, his dark room illuminated for a moment by a flash of lightning seemed particularly eerie as the shadows danced about. Outside his window, the furious pounding of the rain could be heard as thunder rumbled incessantly and the wind howled its displeasure for the world to hear.
Fuji hated nights like this. As a child, his room in the forest had seemed so eerie during storms, mainly due to the surrounding trees and foliage that produced a rather scary effect when combined with rain, thunder, lightning and wind. As a child, Fuji had been so scared he was unable to do anything but curl up under his blanket and pray for the storm to be over. The pride instilled in him inherently prevented him from seeking solace with any of the adults, as he inherently knew it was something they would deem weak. Even as a child, Fuji understood he must never display any weakness in front of any outsiders, but knowing that didn't help in any way to cure his fear of storms, his phobia of the thunder and lightning that frightened him so. Without any outward show of fear or need, the adults in the house left Fuji alone, thinking the storm didn't affect him, none of them knew just how deeply afraid Fuji was as he curled up under his blanket, trying to block out the storm that raged on outside.
Things changed when Tezuka arrived. A severe storm descended upon them a few weeks after Tezuka arrived at the mansion in the forest. Though Tezuka had started to warm up to Fuji more and more, he was still reserved when it came to dealing with his Young Master. Thinking back, Fuji could almost pinpoint that night as the night their relationship changed ever so inexplicably.
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[Flashback]
A storm was raging outside around the house in the forest, a glorious show of nature's wondrous energy, displayed in full force. However, not everyone could appreciate this display, up in the house, in one of the rooms there was a boy who would have given anything for the storm to stop. Fuji Syusuke, heir to the Fuji Empire, had only one great fear, the storm raging outside his window. The loud cracks of thunder and the flashes of lightning that lit his room for short moments had waked him up. Instinctively, he curled up into a ball beneath his blanket and pulled it over his head, trying to practice the theory of out of sight, out of mind. However it didn't work as he cringed when the next crack of thunder sounded particularly near. The blanket also did little to keep the shadows from surrounding him menacingly. Hugging his pillow to his chest, little Fuji could barely keep the tears of fear that threatened to spill out of his beautiful blue eyes in check. He'd been told many times that boys don't cry or show fear, especially boys that would grow up to rule one quarter of Japan. But against his will Fuji let out a strangled cry when he heard his door opening, saw the shadows moving closer and closer. Monsters in the night existed for every child, regardless of who they were and Fuji too had his own fears regarding those legendary monsters that lurked in the night. Burrowing further into his bed, little Fuji shut his eyes and prayed for whatever was at his door to leave him alone.
That was the sight that greeted Tezuka when he entered Fuji's room. Except for the flashes of lightning that provided some light, the entire room was cast in shadows and darkness. Just barely, Tezuka could make out the shape of his Young Master Fuji huddled in his bed, under the blanket. From where he stood, Tezuka could almost see Fuji's body shivering in fear, hear him whimpering. Not really understanding why he'd woken up with the feeling that Fuji needed him, Tezuka had trooped next door to check on Fuji. Finding him in such a state aroused Tezuka's protective instincts and he knew what needed to be done. There was no way Fuji could be left alone like this.
Crossing over to the bed, Tezuka could feel Fuji's fear emanating from his small form, curled up under his blanket. Seeing no way of prying that blanket away from Fuji without scaring him to death, Tezuka said, "Fuji, let go of the blanket." Fuji was already scared out of his wits, so it took a moment before Tezuka's words penetrated to his brain. 'How did the monster know his name? And why did it sound so much like Tezuka?' thought Fuji to himself.
Seeing no visible response, Tezuka began to get impatient, not to mention cold, standing by Fuji's bed, wearing only his pyjamas. He repeated himself, this time his tone was sharper and more impatient, in a way unique only to Tezuka. Hearing this, Fuji recognised immediately that it wasn't a monster by his bed, it was Tezuka. Tentatively, Fuji lowered the blanket bit by bit. Finally when he saw Tezuka standing by his bed in his superman pyjamas, looking vaguely annoyed, sleepy and impatient, Fuji breathed a sigh of relief. It was indeed a sight for the sore eyes.
Before he could say anything, Tezuka took one look at him and realised there was only one way either of them could get any sleep. Without further ado, Tezuka grabbed hold of the blanket and crawled under it, onto bed beside Fuji. Shocked by the sudden intrusion, Fuji could only react by reflex, to move over to accommodate Tezuka. After settling in bed comfortably, Tezuka pulled the blanket up again to cover both of them up to their chins. Turning to face Fuji, Tezuka said, "Go to sleep Fuji, I'll protect you from the storm."
Seeing Tezuka right beside him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body, Fuji felt his nerves calming down inexplicably. Suddenly, the thunder sounded as if it was coming from a faraway place, the wind didn't seem so angry, the rain seemed to be quieter and the lightning no longer produced frightening shadows. Having Tezuka next to him, hearing his voice, Fuji knew what Tezuka had said was true. No matter what happened, Tezuka would always be there to protect him from whatever threatened his wellbeing. No matter what…
As exhaustion lulled Fuji to sleep, he instinctively curled up against Tezuka, seeking warmth and protection. Feeling Fuji's breathing and heartbeat slowing down, Tezuka knew Fuji had fallen asleep. For the first time, Tezuka took a close look at Fuji's sleeping profile, the beautiful face much like an angel, the long lashes that hid those beautiful baby blues from view now, the dishevelled brown hair that was smooth and silky to touch. His last thought before sleep overcame his senses was that he would willingly spend his lifetime protecting Fuji from harm. No matter what…
[End of Flashback]
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Though he was no longer a little boy, storms would probably be a phobia he'd carry with him forever. Noting wistfully that it'd been years since Tezuka last came to his room during a storm to offer comfort, Fuji knew it was time to take things into his own hands. Ignoring the pounding of his heart that had more to do with what he was about to attempt than the effects of the storm, Fuji got out of bed and silently walked across the hallway. Standing before the door that would lead him into Tezuka's room, Fuji hesitated as fears and doubts ran through his head. It was a matter to tease Tezuka with small little actions, but it was another matter to be so bold. Fuji was feeling none of his usual cool, his nerves shot to hell by the raging storm and his own nervousness. What if Tezuka rejected him? What if he got angry? What if…
"You'll catch a cold if you keep standing there," said Tezuka, holding the door open. Sensing that there was someone standing outside his door, Tezuka had just about guessed who it was and why he was there. The storm had kept him up as well and Fuji had not been the only one taking a trip down memory lane. Seeing Fuji looking so gorgeous in his sleepy dishevelment, Tezuka remembered exactly why he'd stopped going over to Fuji's room when there was a storm outside. It had become too difficult for him to maintain calm when sleeping with Fuji in the same bed, having Fuji snuggle against him trustingly. He could no longer trust himself to keep his cool when in such close proximity with Fuji. Even knowing this, he couldn't help relenting when Fuji raised those baby blues up to meet his eyes. Sigh, would he ever be able to resist his Young Master or even to deny him anything?
"Come in before you get pneumonia," Tezuka said gruffly. Hearing this, a wide smile spread across Fuji's face, chasing all his fears and doubts away. Tezuka closed the door with a small click after Fuji entered the room. Outside, the storm continued to rage.
End of chapter
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Hello people, hope you liked that. Writing this while an actual storm is going on outside. My source of inspiration is as always a little warped. This chapter just focused on Tezuka and Fuji so sorry to those readers who wanted to read about the others. I promise they'll return in the next chapter so please bear with me for now. I remembered that someone expressed a wish for Fuji to jump into Tezuka back in the prologue so I've been meaning to work that into the story. But somehow things got warped again and it ended up like this. I apologize for my lack of literary genius and sincerely hope you'll understand. Thanks much and see you next chapter.