A/N : It's official now how much ffnet hates ; it said I have 5 chapters when I have 6…well, I guess I should be grateful it atleast showed the new chapter…anyway, ignore it please and I pray everything worked out now…I don't wanna start re-uploading chapters or anything XP

I see OshitariGakuto relationship as…kind..of…horny/lusty XD the sexgod and the bitch ::zips her mouth:: this is supposed to be pg-13! And I intend to get on Tezuka's nerves a little more, jealoustezu is so much fun to write ;D

Tezuka and Fuji's relationship is pretty complicated although supposed to be simple. They have never said anything, done anything, but they know it's there…plus so those the others XD They'll just have to deal with the denial (yay!) and so on before they can hit it off ::hearts::

Thank you all for reviewing! You have very interesting points and it helps me write this fic! ::cookies::

Disclaimer: I could wish them for Christmas, but I don't think I'd get them anyway XP

Chapter 7: Atobe x Jiroh

"You were wonderful last night." Oshitari's deep voice was like music in Gakuto's ears.

"Says he who took me to, how do they say it, seventh heaven or whatever." Gakuto replied, seaching for the perfect words he had heard people use in Oshitari's romantic movies they had sat and watched last night, before getting either bored (Gakuto) or horny (Oshitari) and decided to do something else instead...

"Would you two please get a room." Shishido muttered as he did some sit ups, Ootori holding his legs in place for him. Gakuto turned his attention to them. He had been so focused on his Yuushi, that he had totally forgot about his duties to annoy Shishido and Ootori.

"So you two haven't gotten there yet?" Gakuto kneeled down next to Ootori, throwing an arm around the younger boy now when he was safe from Shishido's anger. "Oshitari could probably help you score, Shishido. He could tell you a thing or two if you wanna do it right with Ootori."

Shishido sent a death glare, concentrating on his work out and Ootori's face turned red. Gakuto leaned in towards Ootori. "We ukes can have a discussion of our own in the meantime…or should I be talking with your Shishido-san? Which one of you is the bottom anyways?"

"B-bottom?" Ootori stuttered confused. Now there was no way the boy could be that innocent, Gakuto decided.

"None of your business." Shishido snarled.

Gakuto shrugged and got up. "Fine, it's fine with me if you don't want to hear about the, um, seventh heaven. You know there's a difference between sex and making love..."

Ootori's face flushed, finally being on board on their conversation and he lost his grip on Shishido's feet, who crashed onto his back on the ground. "I'm sorry, Shishido-san!" Ootori cried out and crawled on top of Shishido to make sure the boy was alright.

"So that's how it is…Shishido-san, we can arrange a day to have that talk then!" Gakuto smirked and Shishido's face turned red of annoyance. God, he wanted to rip that satisfied smile off the redhead, but then he would have to deal with Oshitari. And before he could do any of that he would have to get up from under Ootori.

"What are you doing this time?" Atobe's voice came and the captain trailed over there, even more annoyed than he had been the day before and the one before that. He placed his glare first on Ootori, who was still hovering over Shishido, then Gakuto, who was hanging on Oshitari and settled finally on Jiroh, who was snoring happily behind them. "Maybe you should all run a couple of laps."

"We were just gonna start a practice game." Gakuto made up, looking ever so innocent and yet so mischievious.

"Then get on with it and stop slacking around." Atobe ordered and turned on his heels.

Oshitari gave a whistle. "He sure is closing in on a nervous breakdown. It's been like this ever since the rumors about Tezuka and Fuji started."

"Actually, I think we may also have something to do with it…" Ootori carefully filled in.

"Whether we do or not, something has to be done!" Gakuto wailed. "Somebody has to do something before we have to start running laps like those Seigaku players!"

His loud voice had made Jiroh wake up and the boy sat up. "Huh? What did I do?"

Gakuto and Oshitari immediately broke into wicked smiles, Shishido covered his face with his cap knowing what they were thinking and Ootori didn't have a clue about what was going on just like Jiroh.

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Atobe wished he could make all of them vanish into air for the moment. They were driving him nuts and giving his poor head a major headache again. According to Tezuka; headache and torture were probably part of being a captain.

Tezuka and his troublemaker. He would have to give Tezuka some piece of his mind to keep his little meddling wife out of his way. It was hell whenever approaching one of the doubles pairs and…and…where was Jiroh anyway?

Atobe rubbed his temples. If that boy had managed to fall asleep on his way towards practice against a tree again, he was goning to get seriously annoyed. Atobe took a quick sweep around the place, but no trace of Jiroh. But wait a second, he saw him with Oshitari, Mukahi, Shishido and Ootori a moment ago!

Suddenly Atobe feared for Jiroh's well-being and hoped the boy was fast asleep to avoid being traumatized for life. Maybe he should just check, as a captain of course! Atobe Keigo didn't care, but the captain of Hyotei was bound to look after his teammates atleast every once in a while.

What probably irratated the captain the most was the never ending fluffiness and sappiness that was starting to take place on his practice time. It seemed like almost every tennis player there was coupled with one of his teammates.

Atobe took the last turn only to be greeted by the sight of total chaos on his court, where it looked like Shishido was trying to rip Mukahi's face off, Oshitari pulling him off from his lover and Ootori running around hysterically in circles.

To make it even better; no Jiroh in sight either. This time there was definitely gonna be laps!

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Tezuka let his gaze roam over his tennis players. Everything seemed to be in order so far, but he still couldn't shake this bad feeling he had, knowing he almost always was right when his feeling told him something bad was gonna happen soon.

He checked his watch once. 15 minutes left. He could make it. He didn't remember when his tennis practice time had become such a pain.

…

Okay so he could, but he liked to think he didn't remember.

"Sugoi!"

/Oh no, not another one!/ Tezuka sighed and looked at a young boy in a, surprise surprise, Hyotei uniform. The guy was even more energetic than the last one.

"So cool Totally awesome!! To be here to speak with Fuji Syusuke in person! Sugoi!! I won't let him get away!!" Jiroh grinned and Fuji broke out in a smile, but didn't dare to leave practice again. He decided to let it wait until afterwards. That way Fuji avoided another 100 laps successfully and he could go and sort out this thing with Jiroh immediately after practice.

Practice went on for a while longer, until Tezuka called it a day. Fuji gave a chuckle, seeing the just a moment ago so hyper boy had now fallen asleep leaning against the fence.

"Ano, Akutagawa-kun?" Fuji's usually soothing voice came and Jiroh only continued to snore. "Akutagawa-kun?" Fuji tried again and this time he heard some small mumbles and murmurs coming from the other boy.

Fuji knew he had better watch his steps, since his so jealous boyfriend was secretly following the show from aside. Fuji didn't know why Tezuka just couldn't come over and help him out if the captain so insisted on spying on him.

Fuji brought a hand to the sleeping boy's shoulder and shook him gently. Jiroh gave out some more sounds before suddenly wrapping his arms around Fuji's waist, using the tensai as a pillow or a stuffed animal.

"A-Akutagawa-kun!" Fuji was taken aback by the sudden attack and stumbled backwards only to be pulled closer again and Fuji ended up below Jiroh, leaning against the fence for support. Jiroh slowly opened an eye to stare directly down into a blue one.

"Sugoi! To be this upclose to you!!" The bedhaired boy got his energy back, totally awake once more. His arms tightened further than humanly possible around Fuji, who winced slightly.

"Akutagawa-kun…-"

"Call me Jiroh." Jiroh smiled a huge smile and snuggled against Fuji's chest. "You are just what I imagined you to be! So warm and cozy! Like Atobe and Marui!"

Fuji felt a sweatdrop run down his cheek, and in the corner of his eye he saw Tezuka shoot them many looks.

Tezuka again was seriously wondering exactly what kind of service did Fuji provide all of these guys? The secret book, the interesting looking play in front of him right now, the scene with Kawamura and Momoshiro, playing Echizen out of nowhere, moaning on the phone with a mysterious guy?!

And what about the rumors about himself? The root to all that evil had also started from the very same person.

"Waa, I really like you too! Do you think we could go on double dates with our boyfriends then? Me, you, Atobe and Tezuka?" Jiroh asked eagerly. "That'd be so cool!! Oh, and Marui and Jackal have to come along as well!!"

"I guess we'll just have to see…" Fuji said, slowly slinking out of the grip and tried to stand up again, but the other boy was hovering too close that he kept losing his balance before he could have the chance to regain it. "Are you dating Atobe?"

"Well, not exactly…that's why I came." Jiroh shone, remembering the actual reason he had travelled all this way and not to only fanboy Fuji.

"I'm not quite sure if you do these kinds of things…I might just have dreamt it…" Jiroh freed a hand, scratching his head. Fuji took the opportunity to slink further away and create a little distance. "By the way, tell me one thing. Have you ever broke into our locker room and molested me, or was that also a dream?"

"I'm quite certain that was a dream."

"Really? How about in class then?"

"No."

"At home?"

"No."

Jiroh thought for a while. "Kidnapped me then?"

"No, I haven't."

"Really?"

"Un."

"Shame…" Jiroh mumbled, smile still on his face. "But a good thing for Atobe though, right? And Tezuka of course."

"I guess so…but you weren't wrong about that first dream of yours-"

"You've molested me at club pracitice?!"

"No, not-"

"You've molested Tezuka at club practice?"

Fuji was just about to answer, when the question made him re-think. "Well, not quite molested…" he smiled.

"Was molested by Tezuka?" Jiroh then guessed, he loved games almost as much as Fuji did, well maybe not totally the same kind of games as Fuji did…

"No molesting. I'm talking about the first dream you mentioned. About matchmaking." Fuji said and Jiroh recalled talking something about that before getting sidetracked.

"That one's real?"

"Yes, as long as I'm not molesting someone in it." Fuji smiled. "So you had something you wanted to discuss with me about Atobe..?"

Jiroh's face flushed a little. "Well, I'd like him to notice me, instead of himself for a change…"

"Ah, but surely with your…wild imagination you could come up with something good on your own." Fuji said, but the other boy grabbed his wrists and held them tightly with pleading eyes.

"Please? I always fall asleep when I try to I think of something good to tell him!"

Fuji smiled again. There was something about Jiroh's puppy eyes that made him think of Eiji. "Well in that case, of course."

Jiroh broke into an even bigger smile than Fuji and hugged Fuji again. "Good, I'm so relieved!!" the boy let his head sink to Fuji's shoulder.

"Now, this could be something that you would like to do…Eh, Aku- Jiroh?" Fuji tried to shake the other boy by lifting on his shoulders. "Jiroh?" Slight snores made their way down Fuji's shirt and Fuji guessed the boy had been a little too relieved with the fact that Fuji would help him.

With Jiroh's still surprisingly tight grip around him Fuji could do nothing but look around for help.

"Um…Tezuka?"

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Atobe was not on a bright mood when he finally made it back to his house. Oshitari and the others had told him that Jiroh had taken off and Kabaji had tried to look for the boy in all thinkable and unthinkable places where the boy might have fallen asleep.

Otherwise Atobe would not even bother, but he faintly recalled a day when Jiroh had fallen asleep in some older boy's lap and that had caused a lot of noise. Not to mention that Jiroh was such an easy prey to any rapist, thief or murderer who happened to pass his way.

Atobe sighed opening the door to his room. This was really not like him, but he would have Kabaji search after the missing boy a little longer just in case.

He lifted his gaze to his kingsized bed and felt his eyebrow give a twitch. What the hell was Jiroh doing in his bed!? After all his work and this is where he finds him! And on top of that it was so hard to wake Jiroh up once the boy had fallen asleep, that he so usually did.

The captain of Hyotei stalked up to the bed and sat down next to the sleeping form. Too bad he had sent Kabaji away, now he had to do the dirty work himself.

Giving another sigh Atobe laid a hand upon the boy, thinking he'll start by shaking Jiroh and then continue with shouting and playing music really loud and -

Jiroh sat up in a start. A smile spread upon his face, which was soon replaced by a yawn and then an even more energetic smile than the first one.

Well…that was easy. All he had had to do was touch the boy.

Jiroh stretched himself where he sat in front of Atobe. His teddy bear pyjamas stretching together with his body. Atobe couldn't help giving another twitch eyeing the fluffy pyjamas, that was left almost totally unbuttoned.

"You're home." Jiroh then smiled. "Do you wanna do something?"

Atobe resisted the urge to flop the smaller boy down on the bed. His long stressfilled day, was demanding him for a release of some kind. Hmm, he had never been with Jiroh before…only should the smaller boy dare to fall asleep in the middle!!

"What are you doing here? Did you go and fall asleep in the wrong bed again?" Atobe asked instead and the boy tugged on his sleeve.

"No." Jiroh smiled even wider. The boy let his head fall onto Atobe's shoulder and his whole upper body hugged the captain's arm, giving out a satisfied purr.

"Oh, no! Not you too, Jiroh!" Atobe sighed and Jiroh nuzzled closer. "How did you even get in here?"

"It wasn't as hard as I thought, all I did was show up outside your house and tell the guard I was gonna see you and he led me straight here." Jiroh explained in awe.

Atobe shut his eyes tight. "Boys don't usually get escorted into my bedroom without an invitation…So, where are your clothes? You're leaving."

"Huh? I came here like this." Jiroh replied, relaxing against the body in front of him.

"…What?" Well that explained it.

"Yeah, Fuji-san told me to get my favourite pyjamas on and go to your house and tell the guard I'm on my way to see you and the guard would let me in!" Jiroh said, closing his eyes in a smile. "I didn't think it would work, but Fuji-san sure knew what he was talking about! He is so cool! Really amazing!! And very cozy…"

Atobe stopped another sigh from escaping his lips.

Why did Jiroh go to Fuji for? How did Jiroh even hear about Fuji's new game with all the sleeping? And even more importantly how the hell did Jiroh stay awake long enough to get all the way to Seigaku? The question why Jiroh had chose Atobe was quite obvious, now wasn't it?

"Well, I'm sorry, but this is my bed and-" Atobe continued, suddenly realizing the other boy had been quiet for some time now. Leaning in closer he could hear faint snores coming from the boy in the pyjamas.

"How dare you fall asleep when I'm talking to you!?" the taller boy demanded to know, but all he got as reply was some more snorings. Then a miracle happened and Atobe didn't have the heart to continue to shout at Jiroh anymore.

In the silent room, where there was no other witnesses, Atobe Keigo sat in the same position until Jiroh woke up a couple of hours later totally happy and without a clue of what Atobe had sacrificed for him.