A/N notes: Yo! First of all I ask myself why I always wanna start with an episode from Prince of tennis when I write a fic *sweatdrop* I get too inspired from those!! Secondly I tried to prove to myself that I could write a story with a little angst and an innocent Fuji…well, I was almost there, but Fuji just makes me wanna write sneaky Fuji all the time and angst gets me so down, and my everyday already covers that part- so enough said!!

Sorry about this chapter being so short! It's sort of an introduction, but this time I'll see to it that I will keep the story under 5 chapters! ^^

Warning: Once again I have to go with spoilers, from the matches with Hyotei this time *sweatdrop*

Disclaimer: Not mine.

I said I love you

Tezuka was in pain, anyone could tell, but he had his pride and he would try and be the pillar of Seigaku to the end. Even if it meant the destruction of his arm, he would give it all he had.

The captain took the small chance he got in this tough match and performed with his zero-shiki drop shot.

"He got it!" Ryoma said loudly, where he was standing next to his secret boyfriend Momoshiro, watching the drop shot spin on the ground before suddenly flying up in the wrong direction towards a plunging Atobe.

"It won't reverse!" the little tennis genius then thought shocked, seeing the fallen Atobe reach for the ball.

The other team's captain barely made contact with it, but still managed to return it over to the other side where the ball was immediately caught in the Tezuka zone.

Atobe was lying on the ground, looking at his opponent shocked, as Tezuka made himself ready to score the point needed for him to tie it once again between the two players. Just one more or Atobe would win! He could do it, he could take it!

Tezuka knew his team needed this point. He would make them win the tournament against Hyotei and take them to the Nationals. With Fuji's and the doubles 2 matches' two wins, he would give them the final point they needed.

Tezuka's hand hurt badly as he raised it, ready to make the return. He had given up too much to get this far, he would not back off now! With his arm in this condition he had already jeopardized his and Fuji's future. A sting of guilt struck him as he hit the shot.

Fuji's clear blue eyes widened in shock./It won't…It won't go over--Tezuka!/ his mind screamed to him, as he watched the ball fly dangerously low before hitting the net and bouncing down on Tezuka's side of the court.

Fuji hated that he had been right!

Silence fell over the court and it's surroundings. It was a long while before they could hear the score of 7-6 being called, almost echoing in the tensai's ears.

He studied Tezuka's figure, knowing his captain's thoughts.

When Tezuka returned to them with an apology, Fuji had just placed his normal smile upon his face, except that it was trying to comfort his boyfriend at the same time and give him a 'don't worry about it' look. The tensai almost felt like the apology was meant mostly for him, so this would not be the time to discourage the other guy.

Both Fuji and Tezuka tried to concentrate on the next match between Echizen and Hiyoshi, separate from each other. The captain was seated on the bench and the other boy was standing next to the other regulars.

Fuji hated to see his captain so hurt, and was happy that Ryoma won the match quite fast, so that he could take Tezuka with him to see a doctor as soon as possible.

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The two players walked in silence through the hospital corridor from after seeing the doctor. Fuji pressed the button on the elevator and it gave a small sound before opening the doors for them.

"Fuji." Tezuka then spoke and the tensai lifted his still smiling face to the taller boy.

"I know." came the soft reply and Tezuka remained silent.

After that day, Fuji hadn't been as surprised as the other regulars were when hearing his captain was leaving for Germany. The brunette boy had been slightly lonely on the past few days on club practice, and he knew Tezuka's injury was too huge to be healed in such a short time.

Fuji had not escorted him to his flight, the tensai had followed him from a safe distance, and watched him leave saying goodbye to Oishi and Ryuzaki-sensei. For the first time, Fuji had spent the night at Tezuka's house sleeping next to him as if trying to devour everything and make it stay like that for all eternity.

Even the tensai had cried and he had spent most of his time just thinking about the other boy, occasionally writing him an e-mail or a text message, or talking with him on the phone. But now things would be different. When Tezuka first left, Fuji thought he would continue studying in Germany, but his buchou was back and in time for the Nationals as he had promised his team.

Fuji had started unpacking the bag, when Tezuka walked into his room with his last bag, closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" he asked in his usual tone and Fuji smiled warmer than ever from where he was sitting on the slightly older boy's bed and arranging his clothes in neat piles.

"I'm helping you unpack." the answer came. "Do you mind? Is there something I shouldn't see in here?"  the tensai then continued and took a closer look into the bag. Tezuka gave a silent sigh sitting down on the bed in front of the boy and grabbed the bag, placing it down on the floor.

"You will get it on your birthday, Syusuke!" the response caused Fuji to open his eyes in shock. His birthday?! He had totally forgot about it! Next week he would spend his birthday on the original day he was born, February the 29th. That only happened every four years, and Tezuka had made sure he wouldn't miss this chance and returned as soon as possible to him!?

Fuji's smiled, if possible, even brighter when he felt tender fingers run over his left cheek.

"I missed you." he murmured and kissed the palm on the taller boy's hand. Tezuka almost gave a smile, and Fuji shoved the piles of clothing out of his way as he snuggled up close to him. Hands found their way around his waist and the angelic face hid itself into his shirt.

Tezuka stroke the brunette's hair, enjoying to have his boyfriend with him again. Inside he actually wanted to tell the boy leaning into his arms how much he had missed him too, but couldn't find the words or the voice to it, besides Fuji knew. He knew how much he cared for him. There was no need of saying the words.

They stayed in silence, the only thing barely heard in the room was their soft breaths, Tezuka on Fuji's soft hair and Fuji's warming up the front of Tezuka's shirt. By the end of the night the smaller boy had slipped even deeper into his partner's arms, and they ended up eventually falling asleep in the warmth of each other.

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A/N notes: Yeah, I know, I know, it was short *introduction* chapter, but please R&R!! I'll get on with the next chapter tomorrow again. Ja!