A/N: You should know by now, in the story things in italics are either thoughts or emphasis, but in this chapter there is also one bit which is lyrics for a song. You should be able to tell which is which.

Also, should you come across something that looks like this:

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It's a break. (grumbles)

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Ayztis & Helpful I hope (repeat reviewer number 1) Thank you. It'll be easier for me to write now that I have this information.

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Chapter 4

To say Kyosumi was happy about their decision was like saying Fuji was a saint; neither statement could be further from the truth. Kyosumi started screaming at Fuji calling him everything from bastard to childmolester, the latter actually making Fuji angry enough to talk back. The argument could have gotten out of hand, had not Fuji suddenly realised they were standing out in the corridor.

And people were looking.

Fuji slammed his smile back into place.
"Kyosumi-san," he said, his voice though soft managing to penetrate Kyosumi's ranting. "The decision has been made and, unless you wish to change your resolution about not paying for an abortion, this is the best you'll get. I don't think you'd want me in your family anyway."
He opened his eyes, showing the irritation he was feeling to the furious man. Fuji wished he could be pleased at the speed with which Kyosumi's anger deflated.

That's right. Look at me; I look like I could kill you if I wanted to.

And for a moment I actually considered it. I'm a monster.

The corridor was silent. Kyosumi had paled, as had most of the people standing in the vicinity. Someone once said 'with good intentions, any action is excusable.' The people who knew Fuji would say 'intent can be more terrifying than action.'

It is not what Fuji does; it's what he is capable of doing.

Ryuzaki – wary but still more used to Fuji's personality than the rest – cleared her throat.
"Fuji, I think you should probably go home for today. I'll tell your other senseis," she finished in her usual brusque yet fond tone of voice. Fuji nodded and walked away from the adults. The students who had been gawping at the spectacle threw themselves out of the way as he stepped towards them. He ignored it.

Fuji had left his books with Eiji, and he decided to go get those before going home. He heard the whispers following him through the corridor. If he didn't hurry, the rumours may reach Eiji before he did. That – depending on who Eiji was with at the moment – had the potential of being a very bad thing.
As it were, the rumours did reach Eiji before Fuji did. Luckily, Eiji was not in the vicinity of Oishi, which was what Fuji had really feared.

Or Tezuka. That would have been worse. Oh God I'm going to be sick.

Fuji smiled at the usually happy redhead. Said redhead did not smile back. He was upset, Fuji could tell.
"Fuji…" Eiji worried his lower lip between his teeth. Then he seemed to decide something.
"Nyah, not here," he exclaimed sending a glance at the crowd of people gathering hoping to overhear their conversation. He grabbed Fuji's arm and started walking. Fuji followed obediently. There was something he needed to make sure Eiji didn't reveal to anyone, and it had very little to do with Fuji's impending fatherhood. But an upset Eiji was not a secretive Eiji.
Eiji didn't stop until they were on the roof. The acrobat looked around carefully to make sure there was no one else there. When he was satisfied they were alone, he made sure the door was closed tightly and gestured to Fuji to move as far away from it as possible, just in case. Fuji blinked – not that anyone would be able to tell – at how careful Eiji was being. Perhaps he hadn't needed to worry. Eiji was biting his lip again.
"Fuji," he began slowly. "HAVE YOU GONE INSANE?"
Fuji nearly flinched. Never mind; he'd worry. That had probably been heard all the way to the tennis courts. Eiji started ranting, thankfully in a somewhat lower volume.
"Nyah, the whole baby thing happening is not something you can help. Well actually, you were the one who told me about how important safe sex and all that is and then you go do something like that so NYAH! You should have been more careful! But anyway, it happened. That's not the problem. I heard from Kurai-kun who heard from Minagawi-san who heard from Tetsuya-kun who was there that you're going to raise it YOURSELF! Nyah, have you LOST YOUR M-mmmph!" Fuji – not wanting the entire school to hear despite their isolated location – had clapped a hand to his friend's mouth. Eiji gave him a look that spoke of indignation. Or what Fuji guessed Eiji considered indignation. It looked more like Eiji was trying hard not to sneeze. When Fuji was certain Eiji had calmed down somewhat he removed his hand. Eiji looked intently at him for what felt like a minute.
"Fuji," he finally continued. "What about your parents, nyah? Your father…"
Fuji's smile got wider.
"He's not my father."
Eiji cringed. Fuji guessed he had heard from the rumours some of the things Fuji and Kyosumi had said to each other. Like how Fuji refused to give the child away for adoption. Fuji had good reason not to want that, and Eiji knew that reason.

Fuji was adopted himself.

"I know he's not, that's what I'm talking about." Eiji whispered. "He won't like this, what if he kicks you out."
"I'm sure he will. And he dislikes everything I do, so it makes no real difference. I had been planning on moving out now that I'm eighteen anyway." Fuji shrugged, still smiling.
"That's not… Fuji, we're still in school. How are you going to pay for a place of your own, and food, and clothes, and all the stuff the baby is going to need, and-"
"I'll get a job. Perhaps I'll be able to use my fame, ne?" Fuji joked. Eiji didn't seem to think it was funny. Fuji sighed.
"I know Eiji. This isn't my idea of a perfect situation either, but you don't have to worry about me. You'll turn into Oishi."
Eiji blushed. Fuji's smile went genuine for a moment. Eiji would probably grow out of the puppy love he was currently nursing for his doubles partner, but until he did the tensai would enjoy reminding him of it. Fuji continued.
"As I said, I've been planning on moving out for some time now. I've been looking for apartments with low rents, and I think I've found something decent. As for a job, if my reputation won't give me a good one, I'll take whatever I can get. In a way I'm glad this has happened, it is giving me the push I need to tell my 'parents' some secrets I've been hiding."
"Nyah… Like what?" Eiji asked, curious.
"Maa, I can't tell you Eiji. You're not my parents. Or are you? Is there something you'd like to tell me?"
"NYAH Fuji, stop being stupid!"
"Ah, sorry. It was just a question… No need to get upset."
"It was a stupid question."
"Maa, perhaps a little."
Eiji was so easily distracted that for a split second Fuji almost felt guilty. Never the less, Eiji already knew the secret of Fuji's parentage which was more than even Yuuta – Fuji's little brother – did. The leak of said secret had been an accident. Fuji's 'father' had roared insults at Fuji once some five years ago – while Yuuta was at a summer camp – and yelled to his wife that they should never have adopted that 'demon child', not knowing that Eiji was in Fuji's room for a sleepover. Fuji had been forced to explain the whole thing to a very scared twelve year old redhead, just to calm him down enough so they could sleep. Eiji rarely stayed over with Fuji after that.

After finally convincing his acrobatic friend that everything was going to be just fine, Fuji – having collected his books – left the school area. As he was walking past the tennis courts he felt as though someone was glaring at him. It quickly disappeared, so he didn't think of it as much more than a side effect of having had so many glares directed at him that day already. The fact that Fuji was emotionally distraught could perhaps excuse his ignorance, but the boy standing next to the changing rooms wasn't in a very forgiving mood about anything that day.
The regulars of the tennis team discovered this the hard way later that day at afternoon practice when said boy ordered everyone to run fifty laps for warming up too slowly.

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"I'm home."
Fuji didn't expect an answer. Yumiko, his sister, was still at work, Yuuta was at Saint Rudolphs, Fuji's 'father' was also at work and his 'mother' was probably at some café with her friends. And even had one of the latter been home, they wouldn't have answered.
Fuji quickly went to his room. There he took out a sportsbag he had bought – for money he had gotten when he sold some of his photographs – some time ago. He quickly put in a few clothing articles, making sure just in case that they too were bought with money he had earned himself somehow. His tennis uniform went in as well, as did his sneakers and one cactus. He didn't dare take his camera, even though it had been a gift from Yuuta on his birthday. Nor did he take his racket. He had a feeling his bag would be searched before he left. He had known it would come to this some day, even had he not managed to do something as stupid as getting someone pregnant, so every time he sold or bought something he made sure he kept the receipts. Finally finished with his packing he put the bag by the door and went to lie down on his bed. It wouldn't be his for long. He had told Eiji he was going to be alright and that he had already found an apartment. That had been an outright lie. There was no such thing as a low rent apartment in the area around Seishun, and while Fuji was currently looking at things farther away, he was having little luck. Not to mention he would now have to find an apartment where he could keep a baby without fear for his or her life from various household dangers. That would no doubt make it even more difficult.
Emotionally overwrought, even though it didn't show on his face, Fuji fell asleep.

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Tezuka arrived at his house in a daze. There was no one home, for which he was grateful. His mood was anything but good. He had been a tyrant at practice and he had been told so too, repeatedly, by a whining redhead and – somewhat more professionally – a spikehaired dataman. Tezuka had just ordered them more laps for interrupting practice, something he later felt was unwise. He should have thanked them for distracting him instead, because standing there alone overlooking the courts his thoughts had been running one way into a dead end.

Fuji.

That was it. Thoughts of Fuji were a constant and had been so since the tensai gave his little confession a bit more than a month ago. At that time Tezuka had been shocked speechless. He had gotten confessions of love before. From girls. Having a boy suddenly say something like that made him want to go hide in a corner somewhere.

He would deny that vehemently if someone asked him though. Or at least give the person asking a cold glare.

He had been frightened and had in his nervousness jumped at the one thing he could think of to excuse his behaviour. Fuji's nature. The tensai was fickle, this anyone of his friends could attest to. Though Tezuka knew Fuji could also be incredibly stubborn about his decisions. It was a bit of a paradox.

Why am I trying to rationalise this, it's Fuji. There is nothing rational about him.

Fuji joked around a lot. He would use his intellect to snare people, then he would watch their embarrassment with sadistic glee. Tezuka knew however this wasn't what Fuji was doing when he confessed his love for the captain. Still, Tezuka pretended this was what he believed. When he left the changing rooms that day, he thought for a brief moment that he heard a sob coming from the shorter boy, but he forced himself not to think about it. And now, it seemed he had been wrong to think Fuji was ever serious about his confession. The tensai had turned right around and gotten some girl pregnant. The rumours had flown all over the school in less than an hour, and before the day was over Tezuka had managed to find out all the details of the argument in the corridor through some inconspicuous questioning. He had found out some more facts from Ryuzaki when she had come to tell him that Fuji wouldn't be attending afternoon practice. The thought of Fuji raising a baby on his own was absurd, but commendable. Knowing Fuji as well as he did, Tezuka knew he would most likely overestimate his own intelligence – sizable as it may be – and try to cope with school, a job, tennis and the baby at the same time. Tezuka had met Fuji's parents, they wouldn't be any help. Tezuka knew he himself would never manage a juggling act so impossible, but Fuji wasn't just any ordinary person. He was a stubborn tensai and if he had decided to do something on his own, he would.

Now all Tezuka needed to do was figure out why that bothered him.

He shook his head. These thoughts of Fuji never ceased. The tensai seemed to be everywhere Tezuka looked. The smallest thing would remind him of the other boy. Tezuka couldn't figure out why. He felt as if it was starting to wear on his sanity. In desperation the stoic youth turned on the kitchen radio. His mother had it tuned in on some channel that played foreign music. Tezuka hoped for something in some language he didn't understand, so he could lose himself in the music and not think anything anymore. Unfortunately, he wasn't so lucky. He had turned the radio on somewhere in the middle of a song sung in English, a language he was mostly fluent in.

"I will walk behind you wherever you go
I will twist among the flames in your fire
I will storm your castle, your will and your pride
and then you will forever be mine."

Had Tezuka's parents been home they would have been shocked as their perfect son suddenly threw himself at the radio to turn it of and loudly exclaimed;

"Fuck!"

A/N: Ok, I know. Don't worry I'm not turning this into a songfic, I don't like those. I just needed something to show how Tezuka is suddenly obsessing. His reaction to that little bit should have been enough. The song is by Fjeld by the way. Afraid I don't remember the name, but that's the chorus of it.

I know I said this chapter would probably contain Fuji family's reaction, well… Probably turned into maybe which turned into "naaaah". It was getting too long for me.

Whee, yaoi hints! Small hints for now, but they should tide you over for a few chapters, because I STILL HAVE MORE ANGST TO SET UP! (evil laugh)

And Fuji is adopted all of a sudden, oh dear. Well, not completely. Here's a hint, his name would still be Fuji, even if he hadn't been adopted.

Review please.