Title: Realizations: Eviction
Author: Alexis
Pairing/Characters: Oishi, Kikumaru, Fuji...smidget of Dream Pair this chapter (which is totally for arithion )
Rating: PG-13
Part: 2/3, probably
Warnings: Eiji POV, angst, pissy redhead, Fuji (needs a warning all in itself, 'cause I WROTE HIM), yaoi
Summary: Right before college starts. Fuji visits Eiji and poses some questions in a rather unconventional manner. Both get some answers, though just what those are are up for debate.
Disclaimer: If I owned Prince of Tennis, all the boys would be paired with each other, so that's why I write fanfiction.
Notes: For the first line challenge in encryptedminds.

High school is over. It's official; we're not children anymore, though I don't see how leaving a school makes that so. Soon enough, university will be starting, so this is a last chance to see friends, and to just be ourselves before all the responsibilities set in.

Ever since Oishi told me about his university plans, the two of us have grown apart. I admit that it's on purpose, but it's not my fault. He initiated it by hiding something that big from me, by acting as if I shouldn't be upset, by being so happy to be leaving me...I mean, leaving Seigaku.

My sister asked me what was going on after I kept telling her to tell Oishi that I wasn't home or wasn't available whenever he called or stopped by. After I explained, she asked me why I wasn't acting like this with Fuji. Sisters just don't understand. It's not the same with Fuji; he's not my partner, he's my best friend. Besides, I always knew he wasn't going to be staying at Seigaku, so it's not even comparable, really.

The week before term started, Fuji came over to hang out. The moment I opened the door for him, I knew I was finally going to get the talk he had been storing up for months. I also knew there wasn't any way to avoid it, since he would have slipped it in so subtly I wouldn't notice until it's too late and I'm answering all his questions anyway.

Reaching my room, I sat down on the bed, thinking nothing about it when Fuji joins me there, although he's sitting much closer than he normally would. Maybe I should have been more observant, but my mind was already preoccupied with the questions my upcoming interrogation was bound to include.

When he started to talk, I didn't even realize until his face was directly in front of mine, looking at me. His eyes were open, and it was like those bright blue eyes could see right into me, see all my secrets.

"Nya? I'm sorry Fuji, I kinda zoned out there a bit. Did you ask me something?"

I didn't realize just how close Fuji's face was to mine, not until the moment when he closed those last few inches, and kissed me. Now, I'm about to go to college, I've had girlfriends, quite a few of them. But I had never kissed another guy until that moment.

The first thought that occurred to me was that Fuji's lips were soft, and tasted faintly of apples. He must have eaten one before coming over. It was like second nature for my lips to part under his, for my tongue to come out and tangle with his.

We fell back onto the bed, him on top of me, and it was like something that had always been missing with girls was suddenly there. Our bodies fit together – not perfectly, but better – and it just had a feeling of rightness that had never been there before. Something still felt like it was missing but this...this felt good.

But then Fuji broke the kiss and pulled away, and I know the confusion must have been like neon lights on my face. Catching my breath, I could only ask one question as he got up and stood, straightening his clothes.

"Why?"

He turned back, eyes closed again, smile hiding anything that might have been written there. "To answer my questions. And yours." And with that he left, while I just sat blinking after him. Answer my questions? Why did Fuji always have to be so damn cryptic all the time?!

Flopping back down on the bed, I reached for Daigoro and pulled him close, chin resting on his head, staring at the empty fish tank on the desk. Oishi had gotten it for me for my sixteenth birthday, complete with fish. After I found out about him going to Tokyo instead of Seigaku, they kind of all died. It wasn't my fault, really. Couldn't look at them any more anyway, so I guess it wasn't that big of a deal.

While I lie there, staring at an empty tank, one that has laid empty for a while now, I feel the urge to fill it again. Carrying it into the bathroom, I fill the tank up with water, and bring it back into my bedroom, careful not to spill any. Fiddling with the pump and hoses and filters and everything takes a while, but it's finally set up, air bubbling through the water once again.

After watching the water a moment longer, I turned away and headed for the door. All this must mean something, but I'm not going to think about that right now. Now, I have some fish to buy.