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Notes: Back! A lot faster this time too. Thanks for all the reviews! (Hands out candy to all reviewers )I got past 100! (Insert fangirly squeal here) well, anyway, on with the chapter 10…

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Kunimitsu? Who was Kunimitsu? "Who is—" Kajimoto started, but caught himself in time to save face when he suddenly remembered that Kunimitsu was Tezuka's first name. "Oh, Tezuka's not here at the moment, sorry, may I take a message?"

There was silence on the other end, punctuated only by the light breathing of the stranger who referred to his boyfriend by first name. At length, the voice ventured cautiously, "Who are you?"

Kajimoto could have sworn he heard another question, "And who are you to Kunimitsu, exactly?" it might have been 'My Kunimitsu',but against his better judgment, he decided to answer both, "My name is Kajimoto Takahisa," A pause, "Tezuka and I are, uh…friends." It felt too awkward to say boyfriend, not that he was particularly possessive, but it was a fact.

"Close…friends." The voice seemed to deflate, like a balloon that had been punctured with a pin, letting air out slowly. "I see. Tell Kuni—I mean Tezuka something for me then." It was not a request. "Tell him to come to the college park tennis courts at seven tomorrow, I have something of his to return. Have a nice day, Kajimoto-san. Thank you very much."

"Wait a—" Kajimoto stopped when he realized the other had hung up. He put the phone back into Tezuka's jacket pocket.

"Who was that?"

He whirled around, like a grade-school student caught cheating or shoplifting or something to that effect. Tezuka stared at him, like he knew. The expression in his eyes said so. Kajimoto shifted uncomfortably, "If I heard right, it was a guy." he had definitely heard right, he wasn't deaf. "He called you Kunimitsu."

Tezuka turned his face away, careful that Kajimoto could not see his expression. All of his newly recollected calm was gone. Why did Fuji call at a time like this? "Do you want explanations?"

"…No." Kajimoto stood up, "I don't want explanations. I can't mind what isn't my business. He wants you to meet him tomorrow at seven in the college park tennis courts; it's your choice if you want to meet with him. He says that he has something of yours to return."

"I don't want to meet with him."

"Then don't."

"Would you go?" He was really starting to sound like a spoiled child. The opposite of what he was raised to be. Of course, everything he was now was opposite of what he was raised to be, his parents had grinded it into him to be faithful in a relationship, and where did that lead him?

Kajimoto said quietly, "I'll go."

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Inui had a very irritating routine of reading his mood when he came in the door, this proved no exception, "You're contemplating suicide, aren't you." It was not phrased like a question. "I'll poison you and save you the trouble, what's wrong?"

"Well…" Tezuka considered a moment before countering with, "If you put Fuji and Kajimoto in a boxing ring, what would happen? Let's start with that." (Where did that statement come from? Apparently, too much television wasn't good for him.)

Inui gave him a very strange look that plainly said, "You're insane, I'm just too nice to tell you." But he said, after putting on his thinking pose, "…Interesting question, I'm not familiar with boxing, but given the status of both, I'd say that Kajimoto would win by at least a round. What the hell?"

The stoic boy gave a sigh, "They are going to meet tomorrow."

Inui did not need to ask who 'they' were. He was kind enough to not tease Tezuka, for once, "Oh, how did that happen?"

"I don't know." Tezuka replied truthfully.

"For once, I don't want to know."

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After Kajimoto got home, he went to the kitchen cabinet and proceeded to swallow two aspirin tablets without water. It didn't help.

He was stuck.

He had to meet with Tezuka's ex-boyfriend. Tomorrow.

Why did he agree to that?

"Yo, Kajimoto!" a hand clapped him on the back, "That was one short date."

"It was not a date." He gritted out, turning to face his roommate, Wakato Hiroshi, who was wearing… "What on earth are you wearing?"

"Oh," Wakato ran a hand over his hair, which was held tightly with a number of tight pink curlers, "It's for the musicale today, I'm playing a grandma."

"Okay." Kajimoto said amiably, one might ask, why didn't he scream? The answer is simple, he got used to it, and he had seen his former teammate in a number of costumes, so it was no big deal. "I have a question for you."

"Spill." Wakato busied himself at the counter making a sandwich.

"…" It was a stupid question. "What are you suppose to wear when meeting with an ex?" Oh, joy, the end of the world. He was actually asking Wakato Hiroshi for fashion advice…

"Meeting with an ex?" Wakato raised an eyebrow as he paused in the middle of his sandwich making, the question was obviously too wierd "Kajimoto, you're asking me. For fashion advice. Is it your ex? Or his ex?"

"Um, Tezuka's ex."

"Why are you meeting with Tezuka's ex, of all people?"

"Beats me."

"…What do you want to do during the meeting? Like beat him up? Get with him?" The orange haired boy was genuinely intrigued now. "Tell him to stay away from Tezuka? What?"

"…What does that have to do with anything?" Kajimoto was officially feeling sick. If he came down with flu, it'd be a good excuse to worm out of this. "I just have to get whatever he's returning to Tezuka, that's all."

"If that's case then," Wakato suddenly sounded not unlike a professor, "Wear the most expensive thing you have in your closet. But don't wear it if it's a suit."

"Uh…" Was this ridiculous, or what?

"And take my lucky Change Over hat, you'll need it."

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The two receivers clicked simultaneously. Saeki recrossed his legs and examined the telephone with renewed interest, "Well." He said, prompting the other.

"Sae." Fuji would not meet his gaze, deliberately drawing out the word so he could have time to think, "Are you mad at me?"

"I'd like to be, but, no, I'm not." Saeki still managed to smile, "If you love him, there's no helping it."

Fuji laid his head on Saeki's lap like a child seeking comfort, "I hate this, I hate doing this to you."

"Nah, I did what I was asked."

The cerulean orbs riveted on him, "…Did what you were asked?"

"Yeah." Saeki did not look at him, "I might as well tell you, we're breaking up, anyway. Before Tezuka left for Germany, he came here to see me."

"Here to see you." Fuji repeated quietly, "For what, Sae?"

"He treated me to coffee, and asked me to do a favor for him." Saeki answered readily, "That favor was to love you, and comfort you, and be there for you in his stead, since he couldn't be there for you himself." A sniff. He looked down to see that Fuji was crying.

"Kunimitsu did love me."

"Yeah. A lot."