Going Away
A Prince Of Tennis [Tennis no Ohjisama] Fic
Warning: Contains Shounen-Ai [aka Yaoi]
Pairings: TEZFUJI FOREVER!! Also, Inui-Kaidoh, and Oishi-Eiji... But hints only. Sorry! ."
Disclaimer: All this do not belong to me, I'm not making any profit form this. I'm not even sure if the plot is mine! .
Summary: Everyone has some kind of revelation... and they finally meet Fuji again. (I'm sorry, I know I said there would be news! I'm pushing that to next chapter.)
Notes: laughs I think I may have just had a fic idea on torturing Ryoma and Momoshirou... But I have my exams! I can't type it up, until after! And that's two weeks from now... After which we'll have our holidays... laughs evilly and watches aforementioned couple shudder Um... PLEASE READ END NOTE.
Last Chapter:
He wondered, who would replace him. Perhaps Inui, but then again, when he was in the team, they were quite formidable, and he had enough confidence in his own skills to know that Seigaku Tennis Club had just lost a valuable player. Maybe he'd become manager in Inui's place... At least that would keep him in the club. And that alone would make him very happy, seeing that Tezuka wouldn't spare his time on something... or anyone useless.
Fuji sighed.
Stupid illness.
Why me?
Chapter 3
"Is everyone here?" Tezuka asked coldly, sending shivers down everyone's spines, as they boarded the train.
It was an occurrence they wished would never happen again. Tezuka, the stoic, self-restrained Seigaku captain, was in a bad mood. And he was showing it.
He had absolutely no patience, and was glaring at every single noise they made. He was in a horrible mood, and even he knew it.
Tezuka sighed as he crumpled up his fourth attempt at a History essay. There was just no way to concentrate, knowing that something that he would say later, would probably change everything as they were now. And Tezuka hated it when deviations were made from routines. He lived by routines, followed them, and found comfort in the precision of executing them. Hell, he even got his yearly flu at the same time every year.
All because of one event.
Of one event, that was going to happen, that could ruin his life... and ironically, it was going to be caused by him.
He was going to tell Fuji.
How he felt, what kind of person he was... And how badly he had fallen for the prodigy.
Only, he didn't know how. How was he supposed to tell his team mate that: "Oh, I'm bisexual, and I've fallen in love with you."
Especially if Fuji was on the brink of going into some serious disease, which, by the way, had killed his grandmother.
Tezuka could not stand it. How was he supposed to tell Fuji that he loved him?!
"Tsk."
And at that little sound, History Essay- attempt number five, was crumpled up, and stuffed into his bag. "Damn it."
"Are you alright, buchou?" Inui asked, his eyes hiding behind his reflective glasses. At Tezuka's silence, he surmised that, no, their captain was not ok. The manager smirked at this, and scribbled something in his notebook, noting the four sheets of paper Tezuka had butchered- attempts at a History essay, he thought. And by his notes, which were hardly ever wrong, if at all, Tezuka's best, and favourite subject, was History. He smirked again.
"Are you alright, Inui-senpai?"
He turned around to face the questioner, smirking (quite) scarily. "Ah... Kaido. Y-yes, I'm alright." He replied, hating the sudden, though (thankfully) undetectable stutter in his reply.
"Made another discovery again, haven't you? Ssssh..."
He grinned wider, and this time, the mamushi noticed it, and inched away quite smartly. "Yes... Do you think, Kaido-kun, that Tezuka-buchou has been very... /sick/ these past few days? Since Fuji left, actually..."
"Sshhh... Sick?" In all his time with the captain, Kaido had never seen Tezuka sick. He was just one of those kind of people who hardly fell ill. The mamushi shook his head. "I don't understand. He looks perfectly fine to me."
"Tsk. Tsk." Inui tutted and leant over, making Kaido blush and almost impulsively jerk back. But he stayed where he was. Inui continued, seemingly not noticing. (But, hey, when did Inui ever miss anything?) "I meant a /different/ kind of sick, not physically... and no, he's not mental." The third year said, cutting his junior off before he could speak.
Kaido's eyes widened, and a slow, small smirk grew into a grin. "I see what you mean, Inui-senpai." He murmured, leaning back and looking at his captain crumple up another piece of paper. (Number 8, if you must know.) His voice a low, conspirator whisper, he leant to put his mouth next to a blushing (but frantically trying to hide it) Inui. "Just like I was."
"W-What?"
Across the aisle, Osihi grinned as he spied the mamushi give their manager a little peck on the cheek, over Eiji's head, which was lying on his shoulder. For once, the energetic boy had kept quiet, and lay his head on Oishi's shoulder. Only recently had the vice captain realised that the boy had fallen asleep. There was just something about trains and Eiji...
In front of them, Momoshiro and Echizen were playing blackjack with Kawamura, who was losing terribly. It was almost a fight between Echizen and his senior, as the shy sushi cook went bust every time. Oishi silently wondered whether a golden racket would make the young man play better. Somehow, he doubted Echizen and Momoshiro would be disregarding him as much as they were doing now.
A static-y voice came from the sound system, interrupting his thoughts. "We are now approaching TOKYO. Please remember to take your belongings."
Oishi watched as Tezuka stuffed all his discarded essays, and his pad paper, into his bag, so unlike his orderly ways. The vice captain wondered again, whether what Inui said was true. Then again, he knew that Fuji and Tezuka were close friends, but... He simply smiled to himself, catching Tezuka's voice.
"...Before we arrive."
"Sorry, Tezuka? I wasn't listening."
The captain looked irked that the vice captain wasn't paying attention, and Oishi was wondering (Yet again!) whether the captain would make him run laps too. But he didn't. He sighed. And looked really, really, tired, like he hadn't been sleeping much, and was at the edge of his leash. (Which was true, actually...) Simply, Tezuka repeated what he had said. "Better wake Eiji up, before we reach Tokyo."
"Ah."
The two of them stared at each other for a while, a silent exchange of thoughts. But Tezuka turned away, and left him to rouse the sleeping redhead. What was up with Tezuka?! All three years they were friends, Oishi had never seen- better yet, known, that Tezuka could be like this, like... like... like he was some lovesick guy! And those two things just simply, didn't belong in the same sentence. Tezuka. Lovesick. Tezuka. Lovesick. Tezuka. Lovesick. Sick. Fuji. Beginning of all this. Fuji. When he fell ill.
Oishi's eyes went wide, and in his shock, he said his words out loud. "NO. WAY."
It seemed an effective way to wake Eiji up, a side of him thought, as the redhead jumped awake, as if he had been awake all that time... ( .) "Oishi? Oishi, are you okay? What not a way? Hey. Oishi?"
"Yeah, I'm fine..." He replied distractedly, looking at the now standing Tezuka, his eyes wide. /What the hell? It couldn't possibly be.../ But he remembered Inui's words. Sick, but not in a physical kind of way... Since Fuji had left... He grinned, in a different way which the team had never seen before. It scared Eiji slightly to see him like that, almost scheming and evil. (An evil Oishi? No...)
In a small voice, he voiced out his question again. "Oishi? Are you alright? You're scaring me..." To his annoyance, his voice did not come out as he had wanted it to be. AT ALL. Instead, it almost sounded like whimpering.
But it seemed to work, and the Evil Oishi Smile ™ disappeared, bringing back his normal, kind and nice, caring Oishi. /My Oishi? Where did that come from?/ "Ah. Sorry, Eiji! I was kinda distracted! But c'mere. I'll tell you something." As Eiji leant over, excited, Oishi whispered his suspicions. And the startled, but exurbant Eiji squeaked his surprise, looking tremendously cute. (In Oishi's opinion, anyway.)
"Y-you m-mean... Buchou- and... You. They. Fuji?!?!"
Oishi smiled and shrugged, picking up his bag and standing up as the train lurched to a stop. "Maybe. It seems so..."
"Nya!! But Oishi's NEVER wrong!!"
With a laugh and a few chuckles, the Golden Pair walked out of Tokyo station.
Behind them, Inui's glasses glinted in an almost scary manner, and wrote something down in his notebook.
Kaido looked at his senpai, blushing, and smiled. He never knew that Inui could be like that... Slipping into his own world, the second year walked on.
In the hospital, Yuuta fluffed up his brother's pillows, and let the older boy lean back on them again. The latter smiled, and did so, sighing in contentment. His voice was barely a whisper, and breathy when he spoke. "You don't have to pamper me so much, you know. You have school to attend."
The St Rudolph player simply shrugged and poured his brother a glass of water, and handed it to him. "I don't mind, it's not like I didn't know what they were teaching already, anyway. I'm just worried about you."
Fuji smiled, weakly, and took a sip of his water before speaking. It was just right. Not too cold, but not warm. "But you've already done so much. And calling my friends, too. Thank you so much. I promise, I'll bake you a Brazo Mercedes cake when I get the chance." Yuuta smiled at this, he knew that his brother's baking was- to say it simply, genius. And Brazo Mercedes was his favourite cake, though he knew that it was so much trouble, separating egg whites form the yolks, cooking them separately...
"Ok. I'll hold that to you!"
Fuji laughed, but stopped soon enough, out of breath. It was then that Yuuta chose to leave. "I'll see you later," he promised. "When your friends come, I'll bring them in."
As he left, a tear almost made it's way down his cheek, though he stopped it form falling, and sat heavily on a couch, putting his head into his hands. His brother... was strong, stronger than he could ever be. Even till now, that same, calculating, giving aura was about him, though others usually didn't notice it. They only saw that niceness of Fuji, but not what Fuji really was.
He was sad.
Alone, but by choice.
And to keep others from getting too close, he had set up a barrier around himself, acting noce, but hiding behind his smile, not really smiling, though, and doing what he knew other people wanted him to do. That was, of course, if he chose.
But Yuuta knew better.
That laugh earlier, was so fake. Of course, he hardly knew the difference, if there was any, but his brother's eyes were open then, looking out the window, and he had seen the infinite sadness in them, of his situation. If his eyes had been closed, he wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.
Yuuta wasn't as naïve as he thought himself to be, though.
He knew a lot of things.
A lot of things about his brother that would surprise others.
He wasn't really known for his sensitivity, but he knew that his brother was sad because of having to leave the tennis club. But Fuji Shuusuke had an ulterior motive, he was sure. /Aniki never has no ulterior motive./ He thought wryly, smiling into his hands.
And if he guessed correctly, it was someone. After all, Fuji never really was serious with much. He was hardly serious, taking things for granted, doing them with minimal effort and yet getting good results. And he was serious in tennis. Not overly serious, or he would've been captain by now, but serious enough, that he was well known, a significant figure in the tennis world. And that was something.
It was as if... As if he was trying to get close to someone, who was good as well.
And he wanted to be /just/ good enough, but not overly good to scare the person away, or to fire up rivalry between them.
But Yuuta only knew one person who was 'better' than his Aniki.
His eyes lit up, and he smirked. "What a nice choice, aniki... So much unlike you." /Tezuka Kunimitsu.../
"But I suppose, opposites do attract."
"Fuji-san!"
The St Rudolph's player looked behind him, to see the whole Seigaku regulars' team walking towards him. He smiled and walked over, shaking their hands. Tezuka, of course. He had sounded worried on the phone, but he looked like hell. /Could it be that he has a thing for aniki too?/ Yuuta thought, smiling.
Then there was Eiji, Oishi, Kaido, Inui, Momoshiro, Kawamura. And of course, the brat. Echizen, he meant.
"Come this way, aniki is in room 288. He can't speak much though, he gets breathless quite easily." He knocked on the door, and opened it. "Aniki, your friends are here to see you."
There was a collective, heavy silence behind him, like a thundercloud ready to shout it's fury. He knew that the scene must've come as a shock, seeing Fuji Shuusuke helpless and vulnerable like this was not a typical sight.
Tezuka was silent as he saw Fuji lying there, looking so... weak
Save for the fact that Tezuka knew he wasn't as vulnerable mentally. Fuji was never vulnerable in that manner. He sighed, and offered the closest he could get to a smile as his eyes met Fuji's smiling ones. As long as he was smiling, Fuji never was vulnerable. The walls would still be up, as long as his eyes were closed, and smiling.
He tried to ignore the drip inserted into Fuji's arm, the paleness- almost sheet white, of Fuji's face, and the semblance of tiredness and hopelessness in Fuji's voice, as he spoke.
"Saa, everyone, thanks for visiting me... Please take seats. How's school?"
A/N: HOW WAS IT?! I think this chapter came out kind of well, though there are mixed kinds of moods in it, 'cause I didn't write it at one go. I know I said last chapter, they would receive some news, right? I'm sorry, but the 'pairings' took up most of the chapter, and I didn't want it to be too long. I promise it's going to be in the next chapter, where TEZUKA'S GOING TO TELL FUJI how he feels. .
And, by the way, I'm sorry that I'm asking this, but... Could I get at least three reviews for this chapter? I really need to know if anyone's reading, and what's their opinion. 'Cause though I know people are reading, I feel kind of bad that only one or two reviewed. (Special thanks to those who did!! glomps them) I promise that I'll have my replies next chappie.
Next chappie's going to be full of stuff... I'm going to start it straightaway!!
Ja-ne, Vanilla Fox
Warning: Contains Shounen-Ai [aka Yaoi]
Pairings: TEZFUJI FOREVER!! Also, Inui-Kaidoh, and Oishi-Eiji... But hints only. Sorry! ."
Disclaimer: All this do not belong to me, I'm not making any profit form this. I'm not even sure if the plot is mine! .
Summary: Everyone has some kind of revelation... and they finally meet Fuji again. (I'm sorry, I know I said there would be news! I'm pushing that to next chapter.)
Notes: laughs I think I may have just had a fic idea on torturing Ryoma and Momoshirou... But I have my exams! I can't type it up, until after! And that's two weeks from now... After which we'll have our holidays... laughs evilly and watches aforementioned couple shudder Um... PLEASE READ END NOTE.
Last Chapter:
He wondered, who would replace him. Perhaps Inui, but then again, when he was in the team, they were quite formidable, and he had enough confidence in his own skills to know that Seigaku Tennis Club had just lost a valuable player. Maybe he'd become manager in Inui's place... At least that would keep him in the club. And that alone would make him very happy, seeing that Tezuka wouldn't spare his time on something... or anyone useless.
Fuji sighed.
Stupid illness.
Why me?
Chapter 3
"Is everyone here?" Tezuka asked coldly, sending shivers down everyone's spines, as they boarded the train.
It was an occurrence they wished would never happen again. Tezuka, the stoic, self-restrained Seigaku captain, was in a bad mood. And he was showing it.
He had absolutely no patience, and was glaring at every single noise they made. He was in a horrible mood, and even he knew it.
Tezuka sighed as he crumpled up his fourth attempt at a History essay. There was just no way to concentrate, knowing that something that he would say later, would probably change everything as they were now. And Tezuka hated it when deviations were made from routines. He lived by routines, followed them, and found comfort in the precision of executing them. Hell, he even got his yearly flu at the same time every year.
All because of one event.
Of one event, that was going to happen, that could ruin his life... and ironically, it was going to be caused by him.
He was going to tell Fuji.
How he felt, what kind of person he was... And how badly he had fallen for the prodigy.
Only, he didn't know how. How was he supposed to tell his team mate that: "Oh, I'm bisexual, and I've fallen in love with you."
Especially if Fuji was on the brink of going into some serious disease, which, by the way, had killed his grandmother.
Tezuka could not stand it. How was he supposed to tell Fuji that he loved him?!
"Tsk."
And at that little sound, History Essay- attempt number five, was crumpled up, and stuffed into his bag. "Damn it."
"Are you alright, buchou?" Inui asked, his eyes hiding behind his reflective glasses. At Tezuka's silence, he surmised that, no, their captain was not ok. The manager smirked at this, and scribbled something in his notebook, noting the four sheets of paper Tezuka had butchered- attempts at a History essay, he thought. And by his notes, which were hardly ever wrong, if at all, Tezuka's best, and favourite subject, was History. He smirked again.
"Are you alright, Inui-senpai?"
He turned around to face the questioner, smirking (quite) scarily. "Ah... Kaido. Y-yes, I'm alright." He replied, hating the sudden, though (thankfully) undetectable stutter in his reply.
"Made another discovery again, haven't you? Ssssh..."
He grinned wider, and this time, the mamushi noticed it, and inched away quite smartly. "Yes... Do you think, Kaido-kun, that Tezuka-buchou has been very... /sick/ these past few days? Since Fuji left, actually..."
"Sshhh... Sick?" In all his time with the captain, Kaido had never seen Tezuka sick. He was just one of those kind of people who hardly fell ill. The mamushi shook his head. "I don't understand. He looks perfectly fine to me."
"Tsk. Tsk." Inui tutted and leant over, making Kaido blush and almost impulsively jerk back. But he stayed where he was. Inui continued, seemingly not noticing. (But, hey, when did Inui ever miss anything?) "I meant a /different/ kind of sick, not physically... and no, he's not mental." The third year said, cutting his junior off before he could speak.
Kaido's eyes widened, and a slow, small smirk grew into a grin. "I see what you mean, Inui-senpai." He murmured, leaning back and looking at his captain crumple up another piece of paper. (Number 8, if you must know.) His voice a low, conspirator whisper, he leant to put his mouth next to a blushing (but frantically trying to hide it) Inui. "Just like I was."
"W-What?"
Across the aisle, Osihi grinned as he spied the mamushi give their manager a little peck on the cheek, over Eiji's head, which was lying on his shoulder. For once, the energetic boy had kept quiet, and lay his head on Oishi's shoulder. Only recently had the vice captain realised that the boy had fallen asleep. There was just something about trains and Eiji...
In front of them, Momoshiro and Echizen were playing blackjack with Kawamura, who was losing terribly. It was almost a fight between Echizen and his senior, as the shy sushi cook went bust every time. Oishi silently wondered whether a golden racket would make the young man play better. Somehow, he doubted Echizen and Momoshiro would be disregarding him as much as they were doing now.
A static-y voice came from the sound system, interrupting his thoughts. "We are now approaching TOKYO. Please remember to take your belongings."
Oishi watched as Tezuka stuffed all his discarded essays, and his pad paper, into his bag, so unlike his orderly ways. The vice captain wondered again, whether what Inui said was true. Then again, he knew that Fuji and Tezuka were close friends, but... He simply smiled to himself, catching Tezuka's voice.
"...Before we arrive."
"Sorry, Tezuka? I wasn't listening."
The captain looked irked that the vice captain wasn't paying attention, and Oishi was wondering (Yet again!) whether the captain would make him run laps too. But he didn't. He sighed. And looked really, really, tired, like he hadn't been sleeping much, and was at the edge of his leash. (Which was true, actually...) Simply, Tezuka repeated what he had said. "Better wake Eiji up, before we reach Tokyo."
"Ah."
The two of them stared at each other for a while, a silent exchange of thoughts. But Tezuka turned away, and left him to rouse the sleeping redhead. What was up with Tezuka?! All three years they were friends, Oishi had never seen- better yet, known, that Tezuka could be like this, like... like... like he was some lovesick guy! And those two things just simply, didn't belong in the same sentence. Tezuka. Lovesick. Tezuka. Lovesick. Tezuka. Lovesick. Sick. Fuji. Beginning of all this. Fuji. When he fell ill.
Oishi's eyes went wide, and in his shock, he said his words out loud. "NO. WAY."
It seemed an effective way to wake Eiji up, a side of him thought, as the redhead jumped awake, as if he had been awake all that time... ( .) "Oishi? Oishi, are you okay? What not a way? Hey. Oishi?"
"Yeah, I'm fine..." He replied distractedly, looking at the now standing Tezuka, his eyes wide. /What the hell? It couldn't possibly be.../ But he remembered Inui's words. Sick, but not in a physical kind of way... Since Fuji had left... He grinned, in a different way which the team had never seen before. It scared Eiji slightly to see him like that, almost scheming and evil. (An evil Oishi? No...)
In a small voice, he voiced out his question again. "Oishi? Are you alright? You're scaring me..." To his annoyance, his voice did not come out as he had wanted it to be. AT ALL. Instead, it almost sounded like whimpering.
But it seemed to work, and the Evil Oishi Smile ™ disappeared, bringing back his normal, kind and nice, caring Oishi. /My Oishi? Where did that come from?/ "Ah. Sorry, Eiji! I was kinda distracted! But c'mere. I'll tell you something." As Eiji leant over, excited, Oishi whispered his suspicions. And the startled, but exurbant Eiji squeaked his surprise, looking tremendously cute. (In Oishi's opinion, anyway.)
"Y-you m-mean... Buchou- and... You. They. Fuji?!?!"
Oishi smiled and shrugged, picking up his bag and standing up as the train lurched to a stop. "Maybe. It seems so..."
"Nya!! But Oishi's NEVER wrong!!"
With a laugh and a few chuckles, the Golden Pair walked out of Tokyo station.
Behind them, Inui's glasses glinted in an almost scary manner, and wrote something down in his notebook.
Kaido looked at his senpai, blushing, and smiled. He never knew that Inui could be like that... Slipping into his own world, the second year walked on.
In the hospital, Yuuta fluffed up his brother's pillows, and let the older boy lean back on them again. The latter smiled, and did so, sighing in contentment. His voice was barely a whisper, and breathy when he spoke. "You don't have to pamper me so much, you know. You have school to attend."
The St Rudolph player simply shrugged and poured his brother a glass of water, and handed it to him. "I don't mind, it's not like I didn't know what they were teaching already, anyway. I'm just worried about you."
Fuji smiled, weakly, and took a sip of his water before speaking. It was just right. Not too cold, but not warm. "But you've already done so much. And calling my friends, too. Thank you so much. I promise, I'll bake you a Brazo Mercedes cake when I get the chance." Yuuta smiled at this, he knew that his brother's baking was- to say it simply, genius. And Brazo Mercedes was his favourite cake, though he knew that it was so much trouble, separating egg whites form the yolks, cooking them separately...
"Ok. I'll hold that to you!"
Fuji laughed, but stopped soon enough, out of breath. It was then that Yuuta chose to leave. "I'll see you later," he promised. "When your friends come, I'll bring them in."
As he left, a tear almost made it's way down his cheek, though he stopped it form falling, and sat heavily on a couch, putting his head into his hands. His brother... was strong, stronger than he could ever be. Even till now, that same, calculating, giving aura was about him, though others usually didn't notice it. They only saw that niceness of Fuji, but not what Fuji really was.
He was sad.
Alone, but by choice.
And to keep others from getting too close, he had set up a barrier around himself, acting noce, but hiding behind his smile, not really smiling, though, and doing what he knew other people wanted him to do. That was, of course, if he chose.
But Yuuta knew better.
That laugh earlier, was so fake. Of course, he hardly knew the difference, if there was any, but his brother's eyes were open then, looking out the window, and he had seen the infinite sadness in them, of his situation. If his eyes had been closed, he wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.
Yuuta wasn't as naïve as he thought himself to be, though.
He knew a lot of things.
A lot of things about his brother that would surprise others.
He wasn't really known for his sensitivity, but he knew that his brother was sad because of having to leave the tennis club. But Fuji Shuusuke had an ulterior motive, he was sure. /Aniki never has no ulterior motive./ He thought wryly, smiling into his hands.
And if he guessed correctly, it was someone. After all, Fuji never really was serious with much. He was hardly serious, taking things for granted, doing them with minimal effort and yet getting good results. And he was serious in tennis. Not overly serious, or he would've been captain by now, but serious enough, that he was well known, a significant figure in the tennis world. And that was something.
It was as if... As if he was trying to get close to someone, who was good as well.
And he wanted to be /just/ good enough, but not overly good to scare the person away, or to fire up rivalry between them.
But Yuuta only knew one person who was 'better' than his Aniki.
His eyes lit up, and he smirked. "What a nice choice, aniki... So much unlike you." /Tezuka Kunimitsu.../
"But I suppose, opposites do attract."
"Fuji-san!"
The St Rudolph's player looked behind him, to see the whole Seigaku regulars' team walking towards him. He smiled and walked over, shaking their hands. Tezuka, of course. He had sounded worried on the phone, but he looked like hell. /Could it be that he has a thing for aniki too?/ Yuuta thought, smiling.
Then there was Eiji, Oishi, Kaido, Inui, Momoshiro, Kawamura. And of course, the brat. Echizen, he meant.
"Come this way, aniki is in room 288. He can't speak much though, he gets breathless quite easily." He knocked on the door, and opened it. "Aniki, your friends are here to see you."
There was a collective, heavy silence behind him, like a thundercloud ready to shout it's fury. He knew that the scene must've come as a shock, seeing Fuji Shuusuke helpless and vulnerable like this was not a typical sight.
Tezuka was silent as he saw Fuji lying there, looking so... weak
Save for the fact that Tezuka knew he wasn't as vulnerable mentally. Fuji was never vulnerable in that manner. He sighed, and offered the closest he could get to a smile as his eyes met Fuji's smiling ones. As long as he was smiling, Fuji never was vulnerable. The walls would still be up, as long as his eyes were closed, and smiling.
He tried to ignore the drip inserted into Fuji's arm, the paleness- almost sheet white, of Fuji's face, and the semblance of tiredness and hopelessness in Fuji's voice, as he spoke.
"Saa, everyone, thanks for visiting me... Please take seats. How's school?"
A/N: HOW WAS IT?! I think this chapter came out kind of well, though there are mixed kinds of moods in it, 'cause I didn't write it at one go. I know I said last chapter, they would receive some news, right? I'm sorry, but the 'pairings' took up most of the chapter, and I didn't want it to be too long. I promise it's going to be in the next chapter, where TEZUKA'S GOING TO TELL FUJI how he feels. .
And, by the way, I'm sorry that I'm asking this, but... Could I get at least three reviews for this chapter? I really need to know if anyone's reading, and what's their opinion. 'Cause though I know people are reading, I feel kind of bad that only one or two reviewed. (Special thanks to those who did!! glomps them) I promise that I'll have my replies next chappie.
Next chappie's going to be full of stuff... I'm going to start it straightaway!!
Ja-ne, Vanilla Fox