Author's Note: An extra part of this story, the pair is back for some, eherm, unfinished business. The manipulative Ochibi is back, what plan is he hatching this time around?

Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is the original work of Konomi Takashi. Remember, only this fan fiction is mine.

TIEBREAKER n. Overtime play in order to break a tie.

'My mother wants me to go to an omiai! How feudal could you get? You would think that she will leave me to my own devices since I am old enough!' said Ryoma as he was again reminded why he was there at Fuji's apartment quite early that morning.

Fuji's sleep was rudely interrupted by a hot-tempered Ryoma, who suddenly appeared in his room and awakened him with some passionate lovemaking. He is such a brute, Fuji sighed, knowing that he won't be getting any more sleep after that. I better calm him down or we won't get anything done outside this room for the whole day. And really, having Ryoma parade in his naked glory is not good for his sanity at all. It makes him want to do things that he really shouldn't this early in the day.

'Who's old? You're only 18 after all. Look, she is just worried for her son like all mothers do. Now, stop pouting. Maybe you should make her happy and go to this meeting, huh?' Fuji told him, busying himself in tidying up his bed. He knows that Ryoma would still go to that meeting even if he doesn't want to, he only needed to be pushed in that direction.

Ryoma sighed. 'You're right. I can never say no to mother. But still! Maybe you could go there with me? Or better yet, I have a brilliant plan!'

'Ah, still haven't told them about us, have you? I don't think that's a good idea. You better think of something else. I don't want to have anything to do with that meeting you are going to,' Fuji declared.

I wonder what am I doing here right now, Fuji thought. It's not as if I agreed to do what Ryoma wants; THAT was a crazy idea. March right in there and announce to everyone that he is my lover? And why do I have to do all the dirty work? A bit lacking in the upper attics, if you ask me. That is not how Fuji acts. Right, right, refer to myself as a third person. Insanity is starting to show through. It must be all that sake I drank. So how many glasses are it now? I already lost count after two. I'm not good in holding up my drink, after all.

Mada mada dane. If that waiter pours any more sake into his glass, I'm afraid I will just have to go there and punch him senseless. Right now, Ryoma is in a dilemma. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that Fuji is now drinking his sixth glass of sake for the evening. And he hasn't even started eating his dinner yet. Ah Syuusuke, what kind of thoughts is in that scheming little head of yours?

Ryoma has no clue as to what Fuji wanted to do, showing up here when he said that he wouldn't go near the restaurant. He knew that he should have told his parents about them but there wasn't any chance to do so the past week, and his mother have already arranged this meeting even before he came back. He just hopes that a drunk Fuji will be harmless enough so he could come out of this whole incident with the least damage, if not totally unscathed.

If hearing about that wild party has been bad, then seeing him in this omiai was even worse. At least Fuji didn't know what really happened there, Ryoma decided not to tell him about it. But he can clearly see what is happening here. And it hurts very much. The girl was the daughter of his mother's lawyer friend. Fuji was guessing that she must only be seventeen, just fresh out of high school. Very young, very pretty, and very woman. They looked so good together too, he so big and strong while she looks petite and soft. This is one torture that he wouldn't forget, ever. But he decided that he has seen enough. He left some money on his table, stood up and started to walk out of the restaurant.

Drat! Ryoma thought, it looks like Syuusuke will not go with my plan at all. This is bad, he is starting to run away from me again. He sighed, knowing that it's time for plan B. And what is plan B, you wanna ask?

'Syuu-chan!' Ryoma hollered. Fuji hated to be called by that name. Ryoma saw that the other man has stopped walking and went to fetch him. He dragged him back to his table while his parents and the other parties of the omiai sat there waiting.

'I really think this is not a good idea at all. Maybe I'll just see you around,' Fuji was saying.

'Bad Syuusuke,' Ryoma said. 'Why don't you just admit it?'

This man is so very stubborn, thought Fuji. Must have gotten that bad habit from me. Like I would fall for that plan B thing of yours. 'What are you talking about? Admit what?'

'That you're jealous.'

'What? Me jealous? I am not!' It must have been the sake talking, but Fuji heard the rising panic in his voice. The painful truth was that he really was jealous of seeing his lover talking with someone else. It was out then, he was a jealous cat.

'Yes, you are. Please don't shout in here,' Ryoma goaded him more. It wasn't every day that he gets to see Fuji like this so he was making the most of it tonight. Maybe he can even give some news of this to Eiji-sempai, he would just love it.

'I am not shouting and I am not jealous! You are imagining things again,' Fuji sniffed. Really, a jealous and sobbing cat? What next, I'll convert into a nice guy? Creepy.

'Exactly my point,' Ryoma said. And just to prove his point, he hugged Fuji against him, bended him backwards and proceeded to kiss him thoroughly. Yes, plan B is a success, Ryoma thought. Just listen to my old man shouting back there.

'Ahh! My son is a pervert!'

'Nani? Are you sure that you're not playing any more tennis, Fuji? I could have been mistaken, nya!' Eiji was complaining as Fuji defeated him in their practice game.

'But I didn't say that I have stopped practicing, Eiji,' was Fuji's calm reply. He sat beside Ryoma and drank the can of Ponta that was handed to him by the other man.

'And you didn't tell me that you and Ochibi_' Eiji started to say. He stopped in his tirade when he saw that he was being ignored by his best friend and his (best friend's) lover. Ryoma is Fuji's lover! Eiji thought. Oh my, the two of them looked so happy together. I am so jealous! I wish I could also have that kind of an affair, if only someone would be man enough to be like Ochibi-chan there. He looked at Oishi beside him and sighed.

'Correction, he is only on leave from the tennis circuits, if I have anything to say to that,' Ryoma stated.

'Quite cocky, are we? How can you be sure that I will come back to play in the pros?' Fuji asked Ryoma.

'Oh, I have my ways,' was the King's mysterious reply.

Afterthoughts: Ah, all good things must come to an end. Or does it? Will there be more craziness from the tensai and the king in the future? Only the Fuji-muses know. Will I get violent reactions from that statement, I wonder? Tee Hee. But to give you a hint, in case you have read the third part of this story... watch out for the cat! ^.^

Ah, I know that this last part looked pathetic. But the idea of an omiai (I've read some story on it) just tickled my Fuji-muses to no end, and so this story was born.

Anyway, many thanks to those who have read this ficcie and especially to the following who gave their reviews for Match (Part 3): Cheeseburger of Doom, Ikyutakei, Rinnikka, and firedraygon97.