Chapter 2: The Loss
(A/N: Hallo! Gyah, I'm so sleepy and tired. XDD I just watched Final Destination 2. It was soo sad and disgusting. I almost cried. Blah, anyways, I wanna see an Eiji flashback sometime soon. Poor Eiji, he's not loved. XD We get to see everyone as a little critter except him. Oh well. Lolz, this little author's note section has like nothing to do with the fic, oh well, enjoy!)
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The day seemed quite pleasant. The air was fresh, the sky was clear, the grass was green, and the constant sounds of tennis balls bouncing of tennis rackets were like music to your ears. It was a normal day. A normal average day that happens as any other day before today, which is a bit confusing, but overall today was a normal day.
Ryoma frowned a bit at his smiling senpai. He knew something was up with Fuji senpai. Fuji senpai wouldn't say things without any meaning; he had something up his sleeve. But Ryoma was smart. He wasn't called a child tennis genius for nothing. He smiled and gave his favorable senpai a smirk.
Fuji continuously smiled, as Ryoma began his serve once more. Ryoma served with determination, as the ball flew past Fuji. At that moment, Fuji opened his eyes, as it pierced through Ryoma, giving him quite a surprise. The boy stepped back a step, as something fell on his face.
The sleeve of his white collar school shirt got caught in front of his eyes, covering from viewing anything.
"Damn it!" Ryoma cursed under his breath, as he heard the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground. Fuji had returned the serve, causing him to lose by one point. Ryoma yanked the shirt out of frustration, as he howled in pain.
"FUCK!!!" Ryoma screamed, as the button was still stuck in his hair. "Fuck this fucking button!!!!!"
"Oh my," Fuji smiled. "Do you need help Ryoma? Should we stop the game?"
"No." Ryoma mumbled, as he stumbled with the shirt. He hastily wrapped it around his head, as he began the next serve.
"Bring it on Echizen." Fuji winked, as Ryoma threw up the ball. The ball was easily returned back to Ryoma, as Ryoma was about to return it. Then out of the blue, his shirt unraveled itself once again, getting in the way of the boy. Ryoma dropped his racket, as he stepped back, stumbling as both of his hands were puling the shirt off of his face. His feet slipped on the racket he dropped as he…..
THUMP!!!!!
"ECHIZEN!!!!" Fuji's eyes popped open, as he watched Ryoma fall back tragically on his own racket with the shirt still covering his eyes.
Fuji ran to the other side of the court as he came to Ryoma's aid. He was horrified to see Ryoma knocked out as blood appeared on his cheek. It seems that the racket hit his face on the side. Ryoma's knee was also scraped, as his head was bleeding a bit as well. His school shirt soaked in the blood, as it turned into a deep shade of red.
"Echizen…." Fuji lifted up Ryoma's head, as he looked around. Everyone else was still in the locker room getting dressed. No one was nearby.
Fuji mindlessly yanked the shirt out of the way, as it magically came off.
"Damn that shirt….." Ryoma snapped sharply, as he groaned in pain. "Don't touch me."
Fuji ignored his remark, as he began to wipe Ryoma's blood with his shirt.
"Don't touch me." Ryoma repeated.
"You're hurt."
"So? We are in a middle of a game, if I end this game because of getting hurt, that means I lost…."
"Which means, I won? Right?" Fuji smiled.
Ryoma's eyes widened. "Bastard…."
Fuji smiled a bit more broadly as he noticed Oishi in the side. "Hey! Oishi! Can you help us here? We have an injured loser, whoops, I mean player here."
Ryoma glared back at Fuji with growing hatred. This was far from a normal day. This wasn't a normal day at all.
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Fuji walked into the nurse's room slowly, to check on his favorite team member. He smiled at the sight of Ryoma lying down on the bed with bandages all of his body. The bandage look was quite….sexy.
Ryoma's eyes were closed as the young boy was taking a small nap. Fuji closed the curtains around Ryoma's bed, as he pulled a chair to sit right next to his bed. Ryoma was quite attractive. He looked like a peaceful spoiled brat sleeping like an innocent angel.
Fuji observed the younger boy's figure. He started at the hair. Yes, the loveable infamous hat hair that everyone has to die for. No one can forget that sexy look of a person when they take off their hat after wearing it 24/7. His hair was a very beautiful attribute to his body. Then we come to his eyebrows. A trait everyone has, so it is not an important issue. At least he HAS eyebrows. Fuji's eyes looked at Ryoma's closed eyes. There was nothing amazing about that so he skipped observing Ryoma's nose as well and went straight to the mouth. The mouth must be the most or second most favorable part of the body. Those thin bastardious lips made Fuji's knees weak. His lips were still in a smirk form which Fuji found quite unbelievably sexy.
"Maybe if I kiss him, he'll wake up," Fuji smiled as he leaned forward to the younger boy.
"Maybe if I wake up, I can kill you." Ryoma smiled back sarcastically at the older senpai.
"Surely you don't mean it."
"I bet on my life that I do."
"You're so cute."
"You're so psycho."
"Psycho, eh?" Fuji opened his eyes once more, revealing his gorgeous eyes.
"Yeah, got a problem?" Ryoma smirked.
"Not at all…." Fuji and Ryoma exchanged glances. "Slave."
"What did you call me?"
"Slave."
"No, you did NOT just call me that…."
"Slave."
"Shut up!"
"Slave."
"Stop calling me that!"
"Slave."
"You're annoying."
"Aww, I'm sad." Fuji strangely continued to smile. "You hurt my feelings slave, so you must make me feel better."
"Fuck off." Ryoma mumbled.
"Hey, that's not a bad idea…." Fuji smiled, as he stood up and climbed onto Ryoma's bed. Fuji kneeled in front of his, as his face was a couple of inches away from Ryoma's.
"Wha-what are you doing?" Ryoma stumbled a bit, as he tried his best to keep his cool.
"You suggested that 'fucking off' would make me feel better, so hey, why not try it?"
"I didn't mean it literally." Ryoma snapped. "Plus, we are in a school."
"No one is here." Fuji smiled.
"Shut up."
"A deal is a deal AND not to mention the fact that I beat you under 5 minutes."
"Fuck you."
"Thank you." Fuji smiled. "Now I get my reward."
Fuji leaned forward as his lips met up with Ryoma's. Ryoma's eyes widened, as he immediately pushed back Fuji. Ryoma's arm went up to his lips as he wiped it furiously.
"You-you! You kissed me!" Ryoma exclaimed.
"What other word do you call that?" Fuji asked sarcastically.
Ryoma hesitated. He wasn't the type of person who would break off deals, but then again he never lost to anything so he really never experienced being the loser. Plus he did have certain disadvantages such as having that ridiculous 'turban' around his head. Then he came back to his first thought. He must keep his promises as an honest tennis player.
"You…..win." Ryoma said shamefully.
Fuji smiled. "So I can kiss you whenever I want?"
"Why would you want to do that?"
"Because you're so cute."
"Shut up!" Ryoma paused. "Oh. Sorry."
"Everyone time you tell me to shut up, I get to kiss you, fair enough?" Fuji smiled.
"Whatever." Ryoma shrugged. "What do you want me to do first?"
"Hmmm, well, I want you to…hmm….." Fuji smiled. "First of all, do you have any broken bones?"
"No. My knees and arms just got scraped a bit. I just couldn't move at that moment." Ryoma shrugged.
Fuji smiled a huge smile. "Echizen…..I want you to….."
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Practices resumed, as the regulars were still running laps. The other club members have given up as it seemed that only the regulars were able to keep up with the pace in order to avoid drinking Inui's special juice. It was a normal routine for the members, as Fuji joined in with the run.
"Fuji, where have you been?" Oishi asked, as sweat dripped down his cheek.
"I have been visiting Echizen." Fuji smiled.
"Is Ochibi okay? Man, that bastard, I'm going to get him back for kicking my thing," Eiji pouted as he punched his fist into his other hand.
"Argh, same here, that little punk," Momo glowered at the thought. "Is he coming back?"
"Well, in fact….." Fuji smiled. "He should be coming in with the run any second now."
"Huh?" Kaidoh was the first to notice something from the corner of his eye.
"What the hell?" Momo squinted his eyes.
"FUJI SENPAI RULES! HE'S THE BEST IN THE WHOLE GODDAMN WORLD!" Ryoma ran around the tennis courts with the Seigaku flag around his shoulders as a cape, screaming in monotone.
"That's strange, I never told him to say goddamn….and he could cry out in more enthusiasm…." Fuji frowned a bit.
"BWAHAHAHAHA!!! OCHIBI LOOKS LIKE A HUGE DORK!" Eiji burst out laughing as he was close to tears.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!." Momo began to burst out in laughter as well. One by one all the regulars began to laugh with the exception of Tezuka, who was quite alarmed at Ryoma's behavior.
"ECHIZEN!" Tezuka stopped the run, as he stopped the boy. "Run 100 laps!"
Ryoma nodded, as he shot a glare at Fuji.
This was going to be one long day.
(A/N: Plz R&R! ^^ Yay for FujixRyoma!!! ^o^ Blah, anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. :D)