A/N: Hey, it's been a while, sorry. Real life and all that.

As always, in the story things in italics are either thoughts or emphasis. You should be able to tell which is which.

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

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it's a break, ok?

I'll just get on with it, why don't I.

Chapter 5

Fuji awoke to the sound of the front door slamming shut. He sat up quickly. There was only one person in the family who ever slammed the door, and that person should not be coming home that week. Fuji felt his heartbeat accelerate.

Not you. I can't allow you to be here for this.

He checked his packing once more. Perhaps he should just leave now, through the window. He moved slowly to do so when a knock on his door stopped him.
"Oi, aniki are you there?"
Fuji wanted to hide and pretend he wasn't, but he knew Yuuta had most likely seen his shoes at the front door, and so knew he was home. He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly remembered.

I'm leaving. I can't leave without him knowing why.

He promptly threw his smile back on and walked over to the door, opening it to find a rather ruffled little brother outside.
"Stupid aniki, why don't you answer when I'm yelling?"
"I'm so sorry Yuuta, I was sleeping." Well he was earlier anyway. "Did you want something?"
Yuuta glared at him and shrugged, a bit embarrassed.
"I was just wondering if you had a racket to lend me. We're supposed to do this exhibition match tomorrow for the non regulars and I broke the strings on mine and it's too late to fix them now…" He trailed off and blushed. He looked so cute Fuji just wanted to cuddle him up.

My my, not very manly of me.

Fuji held back a chuckle. He quickly went and got the racket he had used that day at morning practice.
"Here Yuuta, take this one. It's really obedient." Yuuta's face got even redder as he snatched the racket from his brother. Then he suddenly frowned.
"Aniki, this is your regular racket."
"Aah. Is there a problem?"
Yuuta's frown got more severe.
"You use this for practice, don't you need it yourself?"
"Maa, about that, there's something I should tell you. Do you have a minute?" Fuji tilted his head to the side. Yuuta looked at him in distrust for a moment but then nodded grudgingly. The two brothers entered Fuji's room and sat down, Fuji on his bed and Yuuta on the chair in front of Fuji's desk. At his little brother's questioning glare, Fuji took a deep breath and started to speak.

"This is going to be a rather unusual story, and you may not believe it, but even so; please wait to storm out until I'm finished." Fuji made sure his face reflected how serious he was being, his eyes open and honest. Yuuta stared at him in disbelief already but nodded none the less. Relieved, Fuji continued.
"You know about uncle Yanosuke? He died before either of us were born, but neesan may have mentioned him. Since I don't know how much you've heard though, I'll start from the beginning. Fuji Yanosuke was the younger brother in the family. He was a bit on the wild side, so when he announced that he was getting married to a girl ten years his junior people didn't really care. Apparently though, the whole Fuji family speculated that the marriage would only last a year at most. If they were right or not will never be known, because Yanosuke died in a car accident just three months after he wed. His young wife, who was living off her husband while she finished school – she was only 16 when she married you see – was pregnant when her husband died. She had no family of her own, and so no way to support herself, or her child. Her husband had been the black sheep of his own family, so getting support from them seemed impossible as well. She dropped out of school, took odd jobs and somehow managed to get through her pregnancy, giving birth to a baby boy, whom she named Syusuke."
By this point Yuuta looked like he was choking on his tongue, but he kept his word and did not speak.
"After the birth, things became troublesome for the girl, who was after all still a child herself. She was desperate and near a breakdown when she suddenly received a visit from her late husband's older brother. He told her that his own wife had been forced to be sterilised due to difficulties during his daughters birth, and that he was thus without an heir to his company. He told her that his wife had given him leave to take a mistress to conceive a son. He then told her that since she had proven her ability to bear male children, he would like her to be said mistress. The girl at first refused him, horrified, but the man was very persuasive. In the end, she agreed, on one condition. The man must not only raise the child – or children, should the first one not be a boy – he would conceive with her, but also adopt his brother's son as his own. The man was none too happy with this, as he had disliked his younger brother fervently, but agreed never the less. Approximately nine months later the girl once more gave birth to a baby boy. This one was given the name Yuuta."

Here Fuji paused the story, fully expecting a fully blown fit from his younger brother. He was surprised when no such thing happened. Yuuta was staring at his aniki in horror, his lower lip trembling slightly. Fuji didn't really blame him for that. After all, he had just been told the person he considered his mother was in fact not so. He spoke the rest in a soft voice.
"The girl, having served her purpose, was quickly tossed aside. She was told never to contact the Fuji family again, as she now held no connection to it anymore. Both her sons now belonged to her late husband's older brother, and she was to have no part in their lives. She pleaded to the family to at least allow her to see her sons every now and then, but she was flatly turned down. In the end, she moved away from Tokyo, and the Fuji family could breath easily again."
Fuji's voice had gone from soft to hard while he spoke. He looked up from where he was studying his clenched hands to meet his brother's eyes. Yuuta seemed to have collected himself somewhat and was now eyeing his brother with an – even to Fuji – unreadable expression.
"If this is true, and I'm not saying I think it is… How come you know so much about it? I've never heard anything to support this stupid story anyway." He looked heatedly at Fuji.

Fuji nodded thoughtfully.
"I figured you'd say that." He got up and walked over to where he had placed his sportsbag. Opening a side pocket, he pulled out a few sheets of paper and a couple of pictures which he had hidden there just shortly after he bought the bag. He handed one of the pictures to Yuuta, who took it hesitantly. As the younger boy looked at it, his face paled.
"Those are pictures some of the nurses took at the hospital when you were born. Apparently 'father' didn't know about them, or I'm sure he would have taken them away. You've seen baby pictures of yourself. I'm sure you'll agree the baby in that picture is you and that the woman is not 'mother', but in case you still don't believe me…" He handed another picture to his brother. "This should convince you."
While the previous picture had shown a nearly sleeping girl holding a red-faced baby Yuuta, this picture showed a very awake girl holding said baby. As Yuuta gasped Fuji knew his brother had realised the truth. The young mother holding baby Yuuta had deep blue eyes that seemed to want to swallow a person up. Eyes Yuuta had never before seen on anyone other than his brother.

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"Tezuka, sorry to call you so late."
"Hn."
"Are you alright? You seemed a bit… Upset, at practice this afternoon."
"Hn."
"Well, if you say so. I just want you to know, if you need someone to talk to…"
"Oishi."
"Eh, hai?"
"… Make sure you are on time tomorrow for unlocking the door. Some of the second years have expressed a wish to begin their warm-ups early."
"Err, right. I'll do that. Are you sure there's nothing…"
"I'm sorry, I have to go. I will see you tomorrow."
"Ah, alright. See you then."
"Good night."
"Good night Tezuka."

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It took a while for Yuuta to calm down. As soon as he was capable of speech again he started questioning his brother once more. Fuji handed over the sheets of paper he had extracted from his bag earlier and explained that they were letters he had started to receive from their mother a few years back. He also told Yuuta that their 'father' had never made a secret of the fact that Fuji was adopted, the tensai had simply not known the circumstances surrounding the whole thing until Yumiko started handing him his mother's letters. Apparently, Fuji and Yuuta's mother realised that letters sent to them directly would be intercepted by their 'father', so she sent them to Yumiko instead, via her work, hoping the girl would not hand them over to her father. Yumiko, who loved her younger brothers even knowing Fuji was adopted, had kept the letters until she was sure it was safe. She had then only given letters to Fuji however, because he knew the truth to a point, while Yuuta was quite happy in his family life. She didn't want to destroy that.
"The only reason I'm telling you now is because I'll be leaving, and I feel you should know the reason." Fuji finished his explanation. "If you ask Yumiko-neechan I'm sure she'll give you your letters."
"You're leaving? What, where?"
Fuji smiled.
"You know I've never been welcome here, now you know why as well. I'm eighteen years old. I can live on my own now, and that is what I'm going to do. I had planned to wait until I finished school, but certain things have happened."
"What certain things?" Yuuta asked confusedly.
"Oh, this and that. I've bought all the things I need to move out, I managed to get enough money for it, I got a girl pregnant. Nothing major." He waited the preset three seconds it usually took for his brother to work himself up to righteous incredulity. He was right on the dot.
"WHAT THE HELL?"
"Maa, I sold some photos. You'd be surprised at what some people will pay for…"
"ANIKI DAMNIT! You know it's not the money I'm…! What the hell do you mean you got a girl pregnant? I thought you were…" Here Yuuta interrupted himself and blushed a furious shade of red.
"Gay? Maa, perhaps I am. Though it's so troublesome to stick to one preference. I'd rather just go with what my…" He gave his brother an innocent look. "… Gut tells me."
Yuuta's face looked like it could be used for a traffic signal. Fuji couldn't help wanting to tease him some more.
"Aah, doesn't your… Gut… Ever tell you to… Do things, Yuuta?" He languidly moved closer to his brother who was fretting on the desk chair, reaching out a hand to touch the boy's face. Yuuta flew up in a hurry.
"STUPID ANIKI!" He rushed to the door, flung it open and stomped down the hall to his own room where he quickly locked himself in, leaving his older brother holding on to an empty chair while trying very hard not to collapse in merriment.


A/N: There you go, another chapter. Not sure how long the next one will take, because I'm not quite sure how to write it. And after that it will become even more difficult (sniff), even though I have the plot mostly worked out.

And there is more angst coming, muahahaha!

You may have noticed that I'm only using very few Japanese words in this fic. The ones I do use are as follows:

Aniki: Older brother (or perhaps simply older sibling, not sure). I think this is a polite form of address.
Oneesan/neechan: Older sister.

I'll probably use some more in the coming chapters.

Review please; it's like fuel for my writing. Tell me your thoughts.

(Flamers will be ignored)