A/N: In the story things in italics are either thoughts or emphasis. You should be able to tell which is which.

This WILL be yaoi… Eventually. No matter how much it may not seem like it in this chapter.

Short chapter, sorry. I prefer to write that way.

Disclaimer: Deliriun no own Tennis no Ohjisama, Konomi Takeshi-sensei does. Deliriun owns a Shinji-plushie which she likes to sit in a corner with and mumble to.

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Chapter 2

Fuji looked up from across the hallway where he had been thrown by the force of the hit, his eyes for once open wide. He blinked. An enraged older man (in his mid forties, Fuji thought) was being held back by Ryuzaki Sumire and the principal's secretary. The man was struggling, snarling and glaring at Fuji as if he wanted to kill him.
Fuji had never seen him before in his life.

The hallway was filling up with students, and Fuji felt their eyes staring at him where he leaned against the wall under the window. This would make prime gossip for the next few weeks, perhaps even the next month. Fuji Syusuke the tensai attacked (and knocked down mind you) by unknown middle-aged man. Fuji would have smiled if not for the pain in his jaw, where the man's fist had connected. Instead he settled for closing his eyes and cocking his head to one side.

A small movement behind the angry man caused Fuji's eyes to snap open again. With some trouble he managed to hide his surprise when he recognized who was sitting huddled on the principal's couch, shaking slightly. He hadn't seen her in almost a month.

"Takako-san?" he said slowly, suddenly getting a very bad feeling about the situation.
Takako looked up at the sound of Fuji's voice. Her face was tearstained. She quickly wiped at the tears with the back of her hand and looked away. Fuji frowned. He didn't know the girl very well despite it all, but in the time they had been acquainted Fuji had not once seen her sad. Angry yes, but not sad.

"Fuji, don't just sit there. Get in here now." Ryuzaki's voice was rough and carried none of its usual warmth. She was obviously not happy, and Fuji had an alarming feeling it wasn't the fuming man she was angry at.
Fuji quickly got up. The older man had calmed down enough to not struggle as Ryuzaki and the secretary pulled him into the office again. Fuji swiftly followed. Whispers between the students in the corridor started before the door was even closed. Fuji felt as if he had just walked into trouble way over his head.

The principal – who hadn't moved even once during all the commotion – sat at his desk calmly picking through some papers. He looked up as the door closed and gestured towards some chairs that were placed conveniently in front of him. Fuji ignored the gesture and walked over to the couch where Takako was sitting. He knelt next to it and tried to look up into her face. She avoided his eyes.
"Takako-san, what's wrong?" he asked quietly. The girl shuddered a bit but didn't look at him.

"Get away from her damn it, you've done enough!" The fuming man bellowed and made a move as if to attack Fuji again. Ryuzaki stepped between them quickly.

"While I understand your anger, I don't think Fuji has quite grasped the situation yet. Please calm down, at least for the moment," she said slowly. She then turned to Fuji.

"Fuji, this is Kyosumi Reiji-san. I understand from what I've been told that you have not met before. Kyosumi-san is the father of Takako-chan, though I would think you have already guessed as much," she finished with some of her usual wryness. Fuji nodded calmly. He had guessed the man's relation to Takako as soon as he had noticed the girl sitting on the couch. He had also guessed what this was most likely about now. He stood slowly and bowed his head towards Takako's father.

"Kyosumi-san, I'm sorry we have to meet under such circumstances. I think I know what this is about and I'd like to express-"
"Shut up! You think an apology is going to be enough? I'd beat you black and blue if your senseis weren't here." He glared at Fuji who had interrupted himself as soon as Kyosumi started talking.
"I don't care for your excuses, but I'll give you one chance to make this right. What are you going to do about this?" He looked intently at Fuji, who was having a hard time not to open his eyes and frighten the annoying man away with his Glower-of-Doom (Eiji's words). Fuji frowned.

"As I tried to say earlier; I apologise. Not for my actions, as atrocious as they may seem to you, but because you had to find out. No doubt it is not something a parent would like to know about their children. I don't regret anything however, and I believed at the time Takako-san wouldn't either." Fuji turned to Takako. "I'm sorry if I was wrong about that." He looked back at Kyosumi. "We were both in need of comfort and, while I admit to being the one to bring up the idea of us finding it in each other, the act in itself was a mutual one. I did not force myself on your daughter, sir. I realise it sounds as if I'm trying to share the blame, so to speak, which is not the case. To be truthful however I don't quite see what you're so upset about."

Kyosumi stared at Fuji. Slowly a sneer started to spread across the man's face. It got wider and wider until it looked as if his face would split. He laughed contemptibly.

"And here I bought all those stories of Fuji Syusuke the tensai being the smartest person since Einstein, and you haven't even figured out 'what I'm so upset about?'" Fuji noticed Takako was shaking again. Kyosumi smirked.

"Well, let me enlighten you then. Not only did you fuck my daughter, you apparently forgot the most important thing."
Fuji swallowed as his worst fear was realised. Kyosumi's face went red with fury.

"Bastard, you got her pregnant!"

And with that, Fuji's world crashed down around him.

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A/N (again): Like I said earlier, I like cliffies, ehrm hehe…

I know, I know, like I said, don't worry this will be yaoi, I promise! Just setting up the angst, so to speak (coughs).

Flames will be given to Howl who will then give them to Calucifer who will then bully them into running back crying to the ones who sent them, and that's not very nice is it. Don't put the poor flames in such a position, eh?

Review please. It makes me write faster, though the next chapter may take a week or so. Not sure.