A pleasant tone filled the air, attracting the attention of the Seigaku regulars who were changing in the locker room after tennis practice. Fuji Syusuke was in the process of putting on a clean shirt when he turned around and picked up the phone, glancing at the number reflected on the screen, his smile widened as a glint of humour appeared in his eyes.
His voice was silky as he answered the phone.
"Hello, this is Fuji Syusuke speaking."
"Ahhh, Fuji, this is Atobe. I would like to discuss something with you."
"Something?"
"Maybe you could come over to my place later?"
"See you later."
Ending the conversation, the tensai turned around, and was hardly surprised to see his team mates staring at him, clearly stunned by what they had just overheard, he ignored their questioning looks deliberately and smiled sweetly as he turned back to pack his bag, knowing full well that no one would dare to ask any questions.
Picking up his bag, he bade everyone a pleasant goodbye before exiting the room, fully enjoying the nervous looks he knew he was receiving. Walking across the courts towards the school gates, he spotted Tezuka beside the courts, warming up for his own tennis practice and promptly started in Tezuka's direction. Arriving in front of the buchou, he smiled cheerily as he spoke.
"Ne Tezuka, what do you think of Atobe?"
Fuji nearly burst out laughing as he saw Tezuka froze at his words and mentally congratulated himself for succeeding in evoking a reaction out of the usually stoic captain. Instead, he repressed the urge to roll on the ground laughing and moved closer to Tezuka, stopping only when their lips were less than an inch apart.
He smiled sweetly at the other youth, sensing his discomfort and drinking in the dazed look on the usually stern features, enjoying this rare moment before he spoke.
"Ne Tezuka, I think you have a crumb on your lips."
Standing up slowly, he continued on his way off.
Arriving at the Atobe residence, Fuji pressed the doorbell and waited patiently until a butler in uniform opened the door. Stating his reason for visiting, he was soon escorted to diva's room where he was met with the sight of a frowning Atobe Keigo lying on the bed face-up.
"Good Afternoon"
The tensai spoke cheerily and casually, yet his eyes were sharp as he observed the manner of the other youth, taking note of how the normally arrogant tennis buchou seemed thoroughly dispirited and confused by Tezuka's response to his invitation.
Atobe looked at him for a moment before speaking, his words were clear and sharp, with no hint of any form of hesitation or uncertainty.
"I would like to ask Tezuka out."
Fuji did not reply and merely moved towards the chair by the desk, clearly waiting for the Hyotei captain to continue.
"But he has apparently rejected my invitation and…I am unsure of what I need to do to get the attentions of someone like Tezuka Kunimitsu"
His voice remained calm and controlled as he spoke, yet it was obvious to the tensai that Atobe was discomforted by what he had just said, and that was hardly surprising, since most people do tend to fall at the diva's feet and that was probably the first time he had ever met resistance.
He did not reply for a moment as he considered his next words carefully, unsure of how he should play the game. He too was unsure of what could actually unnerve Tezuka or rather how a man like his buchou could actually be pushed into a relationship. But then again, it was probably worth the effort since it would probably be fun to watch his usually emotionless buchou in a relationship, especially when it was with Atobe Keigo. Besides, it would certainly be challenging and Fuji Syusuke loved challenges.
His next words came smoothly.
"Ahhh…Tezuka is a difficult one isn't he, he wears that stern look on his face all the time, maybe you could try shocking him into actually removing that blank mask on his face and reacting to your advances."
Atobe thought for a moment before replying.
"And what do you suggest I do?"
Fuji stood up and walked deliberately towards the bed and moved slowly towards Atobe, gently lowering himself onto the diva, he kissed him fully on the lips, enjoying the bittersweet taste of wine upon his lips. After his initial shock, Atobe responded by deepening the kiss and pulled Fuji closer to him, running his fingers through the soft brown hair.
Fuji pulled away after a moment, his smile cat-like as he looked into Atobe's dark eyes. The diva responded with a half-smile and barely perceptible nod, his next step forming in his head.
"But of course that isn't all, Tezuka wouldn't go out with you at all unless there isn't any other choice, but of course, I'll help you with that part, just make sure you smile for the camera."
End of chapter TwoSigh, I'm not sure if I can continue this since it was rather difficult to write this chapter at all, the next one should be alright though…but still. Anyway, I'm working on another fic revolving around the same pairing that I hope to post soon. Oh yes, and if you have any ideas of what I could write about, do share cos' I'm honestly out of ideas.