"Tears in Heaven" by Tsutsui Kimihiro

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A/N : Thank-you for all the reviews I have received. In actuality, it's hard for me to continue stories with no feedback, and I've received more feedback for this story than any of my other fics in the first 24 hours. ( Probably because Prince of Tennis is a popular anime and category.) Anyway, this chapter will mostly be about Tezuka and in the next chapter maybe something will happen. ( I will abide by my pg13 rating, but since I am a shonen-ai writer…I'm not going to disappoint you. ^ ^ ) Anyway, this a/n is getting a big long so I'll stop being so egotistical and write the fucking story already.

Tezuka was bored and quite frankly annoyed, which was a very poor combination for him, in his opinion. He found himself mostly staring at his brown, patent leather school shoes as he walked (which were also very boring, seeing as how almost every male student at SHS wore the same type of brown, patent leather school shoes) and thought about tennis. About tennis practice that afternoon, and about their training schedule and about Fuji Shuusuke. ( In strictly a tennis coach manner, however, because Tezuka was very determined not to allow himself to think of Fuji Shuusuke in any other way other than as his tennis coach recently.)

However, lately he couldn't even truthfully say that he thought of him as a tennis coach thinks of any good player, because Fuji had quit the tennis club. He had waited until their last big tournament was over for the year, but still, it had been very sudden. He hadn't discussed it with anyone before, but he had obviously had it planned for some while before he actually did it. In fact, he had waited exactly 3 weeks, Tezuka regrettably assumed. 3 weeks after they had broken up. Every time Tezuka thought of it, he felt a tightness in his chest. He hated that, and he often saw Fuji walking home from school ( alone, since most of his friends were at the said club) while practice carried on and more often or not, he felt the urge to call out of him to join them, or to run 20 laps, to just look at him and acknowledge that he was there. Mostly the latter. Instead, he had to settle for second-rate reports from Eiji and other team members who occasionally saw Fuji in class or (rarely) outside of school. Eiji's reports were usually uninformative, but that was who saw the most of Fuji, besides his brother, Yuuta.

" Eh? Fuji…We study together after school sometimes. He seems normal to me." And that's how it was. Fuji ignored Tezuka, and acted like everything was normal, minus tennis. Tezuka couldn't complain, not with the circumstances. He had ended it violently with Fuji, then betrayed him further when he'd gotten a girlfriend. Of all of this, he was aware.

It wasn't that he was a bad person, but perhaps that he thought way to much, and said way to little and did half as much as he thought ( Or half as much as he thought he did, but it wasn't really that relevant.) His whole relationship with Fuji had been really fulfilling and all of that, but it didn't seem like a real relationship.

No that this did either.

Which brought him back to the present.

She wasn't a bad person, he knew, just a bit…annoying, un-Fuji like, and he had to admit that they had very little in common as well. She talked continuously, and that was difficult for Tezuka, because although he rarely had anything to say to her, he didn't want to listen to her drag on and on incessantly. In truth, he longed to break up with her every time that they were forced to spend more than ten minutes alone together. The problem was that he needed her to distract him from Fuji. Of course he still loved him! ( Duh..) But it couldn't be a real sort of love, could it? Not between two men, certainly not. He truly only wanted Fuji to be happy, minus Tezuka. (But then again, wasn't that love in its purest form? Duh…) It didn't seem like Fuji had reached any sort of Nirvana in the month that they had been separated, but it didn't seem as if he was affected very deeply from what Eiji and others said. He was the typical, prodigious Fuji Shuusuke. Quiet and thoughtful and above all, cold. (And in Tezuka's mind, above that: perfect 10.)

" Tezuka? Oi, Tezuka, are you listening?" Space in. She was talking to him. ( Again…he sighed)

" Hm." He turned to look at her. She wasn't ugly at all, in fact, he was sure that she could be considered beautiful.

" I said that Fuji Shuusuke is a very cruel person, don't you think?" Tezuka's heart skipped a beat. He gulped and adjusted his glasses.

" Hm."

" Just today I was talking to a girlfriend before class, and he sits just behind her, when I mentioned you. He swiped all his books to the floor and walked out as if it was nothing! He didn't return until the class was almost finished! Does he have something against you?" Tezuka blinked.

" Tennis…club…" He finally managed to stammer.

" Oh? Well he certainly took us by surprise. He's usually so calm and collected. Maybe the two of your should make amends. I don't like to admit it, but Fuji is a very scary person when he's like that." Tezuka could have cried. A month of listening, and this was the most inquisitive news he had received about Fuji the whole time, from her. FROM HER!!! Life was cruel and ironic. She must have noticed a change in his expression, but she didn't say anything.

FROM HER!!!

He walked her the few blocks home in silence after that, and after she had bid him adieu and was was gone, he slowly began to walk in the direction of his own house. The tightness and compression he had occasionally felt in his chest was there, and it wasn't going away anytime soon, it seemed. He had only gotten a girlfriend to help him forget about Fuji, yet he had realized how selfish that really was, which was probably even more selfish than anything. That suddenly dawned on him, with all the gentleness of a baseball bat. How stupid had he been? Even if he didn't think he could l-o-v-e Fuji, that didn't give him the right to toy with some innocent girl's fragile emotions. Even if it was to late for him, he had to make things right before he hurt someone else. Tezuka knew what he had to do. He suddenly stopped, turned around, walked back to his girlfriend's house, and promptly broke up with her. (BASTARD.)

And that was how all the girls in the school learned this golden rule: NEVER mention Fuji Shuusuke to Tezuka Kunimitsu.

End.

a/n This is getting a little Seuss-ish…I think that this story is taking a turn for the funny. Maybe I'll change the genre then. This is so much fun to write, even if it is stupid and pointless. ( Well…that is what yaoi means after all…yama nashi, ochi nashi, imi nashi, an acrynym for" No point, no climax" which is basically how all my yaoi-paired stories basically are, pointless.) Thanks for reading this far…