" Tears in Heaven" part 3, by Tsutsui Kimihiro

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.

A/N: The third and final chapter. Woo! This was intended to be funny, and fuck ic because in actuality, how do we know how the characters of Tennis no Ojisama would act if these things actually happened to them? I think this is fine how it is. Let the senseless violence and girly drama ensue!

Word spread fast in Seigaku High School. After all, Tezuka was a popular guy. Fuji knew the next day during first block from Eiji who had morning practice with the other Seigaku regulars. (minus Fuji, of course) He found out again, from Tezuka's now ex-girlfriend later, at the start second block. It wasn't the best or most gratifying formal meeting he had ever had, to say the least…

" Hajmemoshite."

He nodded, trying not to look her in the eyes. For the past few weeks, after all, she had been his object of un-tamed, burning flaming passionate hate. The kind of hate that made men cry and brought kings to their knees. The kind of hate that had made his hazel eyes turn green and his brown hair turn blonde…and this was tennis prodigy Fuji Shuusuke we were talking about.

" My name is Wakimiya Chiharu."

He nodded, extending his right hand. His face was eerily blank and his rigid mind appeared to be somewhere else.

" Fuji Shuusuke…desu…" And then it hit him. Actually, Wakimiya hit him. Hard. Really hard. He fell back onto one of the 22 steel desks placed in rows around the classroom, which fell over and left him sprawled on the white tile floor, then she calmly walked away. Probably to the office, where their sensei was screaming at her to go.

He put a hand up to his nose, it was really bleeding and he thought it might be broken. That hurts! Wow, he thought, trying to catch the red liquid as it seeped down his face. He didn't want it in his mouth or anything, Christ. There was a lot of it. This was the historic moment when Shuusuke Fuji lost his fucking mind. Students would talk about it for years and thus a school legend was born. He thought of this, and he couldn't act casual anymore, he just couldn't.

He wished he had been born a girl. If he was a girl, Tezuka could have stayed with him unconditionally. If he was a girl, he could have hit Wakimiya back, but then the thought of him as a girl, and amidst the blood and gawking classmates, he started laughing. Fuji stood up, and found that he couldn't stop it. He laughed until he couldn't breath and tears were rolling down his face, mixing with the blood, which had stained his white dress shirt for school to a point where it was soon going to be his red dress shirt for school as he gasped for breath, his stomach aching and finally the hysteric laughing began to become sobs. Soon, he was just crying and not laughing at all, and he couldn't stop that any better than he had stopped the laughing. Yeah, Fuji was definitely breaking down. I'm definitely breaking down, he thought to himself.

The students around him looked nervous. They glanced sideways at each other for some sort of mental support. Fuji Shuusuke was a scary guy, it seemed.

The teacher gently grabbed the arm that he wasn't hiding his bloody broken nose with and pulled him out of the hushed classroom, toward the nurses office. The only thing going through his head at that point was that he was sorry that he was getting blood on the floor. He pulled away from her when they passed the principal and bowed.

" Blood on the floor…I'm very sorry." He bowed again, bloody and practically sobbing incessantly. The principal blinked.

In the end, he ended up leaving the school in an ambulance. Tezuka sure knew how to pick' em, he thought as a paramedic handed him a towel and told him to try and catch some of that blood while the teacher frantically explained what had happened.

By the end of third block, half the school knew about the love triangle between Tezuka Kunimitsu, Wakimiya Chiharu and Fuji Shuusuke and then about Fuji Shuusuke's total breakdown. ( Maybe he's on drugs? They speculated) That half included most of the Seigaku regulars, and Tezuka found himself at a loss as he himself heard what had happened during second block, room 401.

" Oi, Tezuka! Did that girl really break up with you for Fuji? I heard that he turned her down and then she broke his nose! Ha ha." Eiji said after school. Tezuka blinked.

Why did things always turn out like this?!

Fuji was released from the hospital about half an hour after arriving. By this time, he had a terrible headache and his nose was bruised and sore. He was given some pain relievers by the doctor and he took them willingly and Eiji, Momoshiro, Oichi, Inui ( He brought some of his special Inui Remix Juice, affectionately, to cheer him up) and Kaidou, came to visit him after school. All the regulars, minus Tezuka. Eiji and Momoshiro got right down to the point.

" So did you really turn her down? And she broke your nose!?" Fuji blinked.

" Was that what Tezuka said?" He inquired. What exactly WAS he supposed to say? Yuuta hadn't asked…but everyone else would wonder…

" Un, Tezuka wouldn't tell anyone anything, he was in a wicked bad mood today. Practice was hostile." Momoshiro said, wincing and rubbing a sore leg.

" So you quit the tennis club because you and Tezuka were fighting over a girl?" Kaidou asked, narrowing his eyes as if it was the stupidest thing he had ever heard. Fuji opened his mouth to say something, but stopped. He realized that even if he never said anything, everyone would assume something. The truth didn't matter. He looked down.

" Sorry." Kaidou hissed. Inui looked at Fuji, regular squinty-eyed Fuji, plus the broken nose. Nothing seemed to be different, but there was something wrong that only Inui, who had watched all of the regulars with almost unhealthy interest since they had first begun to play together four years ago could see. He knew more about them than he assumed that they did, and even though Fuji put on a good act, that was all it was.

" So now that this girl is out of the picture, then you should be able to play now." Eiji said thoughtfully. Fuji wished it was that simple, but he couldn't really believe that it would ever be. Part of him wanted to act like that was all that it had been, two boys fighting over a girl, but it hadn't. It had been a boy and a girl fighting over a boy, and the girl had won in more ways than one. Those were the facts. He wasn't about to let some rumor change things, no matter how simple it seemed.

" I don't think so…" Oichi furrowed his eyebrows. This sucked, but they couldn't force Fuji to play if he obviously wasn't going to. He seemed pretty in control. Even though his nose was purple and bruised, Fuji was Fuji, and Oichi knew that he had a lot more going on in his head than he let on. But that was his business, not Oichi's.

They chatted for another twenty minutes, and slowly the visitors began to leave. Finally, it was just him and Inui. ( @ @) They sat in silence for a few minutes, and finally Fuji spoke, because he didn't think that Inui had any plans to leave soon and the silence between them was a little un-nerving.

" So what did you put in it this time?" He asked, holding up a water-bottle filled with the seemingly deadly remix juice. Inui's glasses shown for a moment, and he grinned evilly.

" Don't worry, it's very healthy." Fuji smiled kindly and uncapped it, taking a long sip of the green-brown liquid. He licked his lips.

" Wow, this is really good!" He took another drink and finished it in one gulp, " Thanks!" Inui nodded and flipped open his notebook, making a note. Fuji smiled. Inui flipped back the pages in his notebook suddenly and started reading sporadic notes, translating his own shorthand and not looking up until he finished. Fuji froze.

" Wednesday, February 8th, Tezuka and Fuji leave school together. Thursday, February 9th, Tennis practice, 3:40-5:00, Tezuka and Fuji leave together and go to Fuji's house. They stay there until Yuuta arrives at exactly 8:10 p.m. Friday night, Tezuka and Fuji make plans to see a movie. Fuji takes one tablespoon of cough syrup, half the regular dosage, and an aspirin. They meet at the movies at exactly 7:45 p.m. They leave and go to Tezuka's house, Fuji stays at Tezuka's house and they leave together at 6:15 a.m. the next morning. They arrive at school at 6:35..." It went on in a similar fashion, and it wasn't just this year that he had a record of, Fuji knew, but all the years that they had known each other. Inui knew everything. ( Law # 2: Inui Sadaharu rules the universe.) Fuji's eyes were open now, things were getting serious.

" I don't know what you're getting at, Inui." He said, his face expressionless.

" You know exactly what I'm getting at, Fuji. It wasn't a girl that liked you better than him that you fought over, that you quit the team over. It had nothing to do with her. It only had to do with yourself and Tezuka. " Fuji narrowed his eyes, so similar an expression that he could have been smiling, but he wasn't. This was the prodigy in his most dangerous of moods.

" Why are you saying this? Why does it matter?" Inui crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair he was sitting in.

" Maybe it doesn't, but even so, I think that it does to you." (This sounds like blackmail!!) Fuji shrugged and looked away.

" So what? It's over now. It's the past."

" I just want you to confirm my accusation, that's all." Fuji's gaze met his.

" And what is that?" Inui grinned and adjusted his square framed glasses.

" You and Tezuka were carrying on an elicit affair, unbeknownst to everyone. You were secretly lovers, but something happened between the two of you, and your affair ended. Tezuka started dating someone else, and yesterday afternoon they broke up. She seemed to think that you had something to do with that." Fuji was frozen. Inui made it sound so obvious, as if anyone could come to the same conclusion.

" You didn't tell anyone did you?" Fuji knew he hadn't. He hadn't.

" It's none of my business what the two of you do in your spare time, but it's affecting the team. It affected your playing after you split up, and it's affecting Tezuka's still."

" So what's your point?"

" I don't have one. That's just my accusation. Do you agree or disagree that what I've said is true?" He asked, leaning over toward Fuji in anticipation of the answer.

" It's true," Inui nodded as if to say, of course it is, " Let me see your notebook…" Fuji said, smiling. Inui grinned.

" No way, but if my accusations are correct…" The doorbell rang, " Then that should be Tezuka, coming over to talk." ^ ^ Fuji blinked, then jumped up and ran to the window, cracking the blinds to look outside to the porch.

" I-Inui!!" Fuji faltered.

" I told you so…" He smiled genuinely, because he had never heard of Fuji faltering in anything and this was like a ray of hope in a totally predictable world.

" Inui!!"

" You don't have to thank me…"

" INUI."

" What?"

" HIDE."

" Oh…" He glanced around, and decided on an ideal hiding spot. This was difficult, because of his height, but he'd settled on the closet. He stepped inside, ducking his head and closed the door until it was open just a crack, so he could see out. He quietly pulled out his digital camera and started recording…since he couldn't very well write in the dark. Fuji blinked and when he saw that Inui was out of sight, he cautiously approached the door to open it to Tezuka, who rang the doorbell again. Fuji nervously unlatched the chain lock on the door and wondered why he was acting like this. It was idiotic! He was Fuji after all…Not Yuuta. Sheesh. He cracked the door open and looked out cautiously.

" Yes?" He asked. Tezuka had one hand up as if he were about to knock on the door. He immediately put it down.

" Can I come in?" He asked, looking down to Fuji's one visible eye. In the few seconds between the question and the answer, Fuji thought about saying no. He thought about closing the door and locking it and going to his room and laying down under the covers and ignoring Tezuka. He thought of telling Tezuka that he couldn't' come in because he was with Inui now. ( Which wasn't exactly a lie…he WAS with Inui…in the same room…) He thought about it, but in the end, he took one careful step back and opened the front door, allowing Tezuka to enter.

Tezuka walked into the front hall and looked around, as if perhaps Fuji's house had changed since he'd last been there and Fuji invited him out of the hallway and to sit down in the living room. Tezuka slipped off his shoes and went to the living room and sat. Fuji asked him if he'd like a glass of tea. He'd accepted. With or without sugar? Without. A cup or a glass? A cup…Green tea or mint? Mint…Hot or cold?

"FUJI." Fuji gulped and took a deep breath.

" Hai, Tezuka?" He answered, setting the tea tray down on the table in the living room. He was trying very hard to act natural, maybe a little to natural…Tezuka sounded annoyed.

" We need to talk." Fuji served the tea, being careful not to spill it, which was hard because if he had allowed his hands to shake, they would have been.

" Hm?" He didn't bring his gaze up to meet Tezuka's. He was afraid of what he might find there.

" Please look at me Fuji…Shuusuke…" His heart skipped a beat and he forced himself to look at Tezuka, " I'm sorry," Fuji's eyes opened, " I did a very terrible thing to you, and I just wanted you to know that." Fuji set the tea pot down and rested his arms by his side. He felt numb and unconnected to reality. Tezuka leaned over the table and reached out, grasping Fuji's left arm, " I'm begging for your forgiveness." Fuji didn't look at him. He couldn't. After this month of pure hell, after all the shit he had went through…He was thinking, can I forgive him? Suddenly, he looked up and into Tezuka's dark, deep eyes.

Of course he could. Fuji rose up to Tezuka's level, slightly standing on his knees. He slowly closed his eyes and kissed Tezuka gently. Tezuka responded by tilting Fuji's chin with his free hand, but when he did, Fuji's nose bumped Tezuka's chin and Fuji pulled back in surprise.

" Ow." He laughed, Tezuka smiled and everything was ok. Fuji kissed Tezuka again and he knew that every time, everything would be ok. He would love Tezuka unconditionally. He smiled and Tezuka looked at him with immense wonder.

Inui continued to video tape them ( Hey! This was great stuff!), feeling quite pleased with himself. He decided that he would sneak out when they decided to move things to the bedroom…or when Yuuta got home. Yep, life was good.

When Yuuta got home later that night, he went to the closet to hang up his jacket. Boy was he surprised. Inui stared down at him, a strange grin on his face. Yuuta screamed and slammed the door shut, locking it from the outside.

" SHUUSUKE!!!"

End.

A/N: Wow, that was a long chapter. How Inui got dragged into this, we'll never know. For a few sentences there, it looked like this fic was going to take a trip to the twilight zone and become an InuixFuji fic. Anyway, this fic started out so depressing, it really curved, huh? Well, I hope you liked my first Tennis no Ojisama fic. If you liked it, I have other Hikaru no Go fics that are just as lame as this fic is, maybe even lamer! If you are just a bored person, go here: www.blackpolaris.tk

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