ccDisclaiming Statement: I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS. AT ALL.

Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji

A/N: Okay…I admit, they are very OC and in this chapter, Tezuka's mother is very…abnormal. I'll work on that anonymous review thingy once more. 

Finally the time had come. Fuji and Tezuka headed towards Tezuka's house with Fuji in his new blouse and with a small smile on his face. Tezuka's face showed no emotion but he inside he was regretting ever to fall for Fuji's little trap and inviting him over to his house. Side by side, they walked together for an unforgettable night at Tezuka's.

Tezuka inserted his key into the keyhole and opened the door letting Fuji into the nice, quiet home of his. He really did want it to stay nice and quiet. Fuji politely took his shoes off and put on the slippers that Tezuka offered him.

'So far, so good.' Tezuka sighed.

Fuji looked around the huge house, taking in the smell of Tezuka.

The house had a vaulted ceiling in the main hall and the wall was filled with pictures of Tezuka's family and himself. The living room, Fuji guessed, was a light tint of creamy, orangey color. He could see a beautiful grand piano perfectly shined and not a sheet of music scattered on the ground next to it. Near the grand piano was a couch. The couch was made out of a soft, leathery fabric that was a brilliantly white. There was not a stain on the couch not even a tiny yellow mark. The coffee table itself seemed 'Tezuka-ish' it was a light brown square table along with tiny imprints of leaves on it.

Tezuka's grandfather than walked in it with a wobbly walk. Fuji worked his magical charm and bowed deeply then offered his hand with a courteous, "Fuji desu, dozo yoroshiku." Tezuka's grandfather bobbled his head as if to say, 'Yeah, yeah,' and kept walking. Fuji stood there with his hand outstretched while Tezuka's grandfather moved along walking right past him. Fuji slowly moved his hand to his side while Tezuka closed his eyes and sighed loudly. Then after Tezuka's grandfather walked into a small room, they heard a small 'tinkle' and then a big flush. Fuji chuckled.

"Quite different aren't we?" Fuji pointed out.

Tezuka grumbled and lead Fuji into the kitchen. It was beautiful kitchen with its oak cabinets and its delicate china on display. It was a kitchen every Japanese mother would want. In the kitchen stood a middle aged woman with her jet black hair tightened in a perfect bun. She had a well rounded face with a pair of laughing eyes and cheeks covered in tempura powder. Her hands were too covered with the powder and she seemed to have trouble with coating the shrimp evenly.

"Ehh? Tezuka is this your girlfriend?" the old woman spoke with a thick, syrupy voice, winking.

Tezuka's face muscles tensed. Clenching his fist, Tezuka let out in the most normal voice he could manage, "Yes, his name is Fuji Syusuke."

"Ahh…a beautiful name, although I have to say it is a little too boyish for you." Tezuka's mother thought for a while, "You are a boy!" Her eyes went big and acted as if she just discovered the most valuable secret in the world. Her fingers ran over Fuji nose and cheeks as if in non-belief.

Tezuka and Fuji sweatdropped.

"Ehh…Pleased to meet to meet you Tezuka-san." Fuji lowered his head slightly to show respect.

"Ah! Of course, sit down!" Tezuka's mother seemed to of finally stepped out of her void and gestured him to the couch, "Sit, sit."

"Kunimitsu-kun, get some tea for our guest." Tezuka-san waved her son off to the kitchen.

"So Fuji-kun, tell me about yourself."

"Ahh…I live with my mother and father and my sister, Yumiko and brother, Yuuta." Fuji face lit up with pure bliss and the sound of Yuuta's name.

"Ahh…so does Yuuta and Yumiko play tennis too?" Tezuka's mother continued the conversation as Tezuka brought in three cups of green tea.

"Yuuta-kun does but Yumiko doesn't."

Tezuka sat next to Fuji on the couch wordlessly and reached for his green tea, when…

"Kawaii!" Tezuka's mother leaned over and pinched Fuji's cheek. She just couldn't stand it! Fuji-kun was just so cute. "Tezuka-kun, learn from him! He's so kawaii!"

All Fuji could do is laugh nervously and sweatdrop while Tezuka looked very uncomfortable and also sweatdropped.

Yup, this was going to be a long night, for Tezuka and Fuji.

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A/N: I tried to write it long…but it's just may not happen. It may not be as funny. I'm losing my humorous side. Okay…I had no humorous side. Maybe I did, unconsciously, or subconsciously? Yeah, subconsciously. Most likely I didn't have one and it was forced humor but I can be funny. I can make people laugh. Does that make me funny? I sound like Shinji. I'll start on my new chapter.