W Juliet

By: Vert et Noir

Disclaimer: we do not own Tenisu no Oujisama

A/N: ok, here's the chapter 3. Thanks for waiting this awful fic.

Chapter Three

"I don't care about that stupid door!" Fuji shouted back fiercely, and without her knowing she bumped into someone, a tall boy with russet brown hair and glasses.

"Oh, sorry," she said hastily as she stepped aside, but then winced when she noticed that the boy before her wasn't wearing any glasses and she heard the cracking noise just below her foot.

"Oh God, please tell me it's not what I think it is," she chanted softly as she looked down slowly, adding the dramatic effect, as if her life was a movie and it was played in slow motion.

She saw the frame of the glasses, right below her shoes. She winced again as she stared at the shattered glasses. "Oh damn it is what I think it is," she cursed. Wait. Fuji Shuusuke did not curse.

The tall boy frowned a bit. He couldn't see clearly, but that was beside the point. He didn't like anyone to curse near him.

"S- sorry, will you let me make up for it?" Fuji asked, stammering. She remembered that the school provided both Junior and Senior High School, and she really didn't want to mess around with anyone older than her for more than one year.

"Hn," the tall boy replied shortly and Fuji breathed a sighed of relief.

"May I know what class you are from?" Fuji asked, hoping that she was at least only one year or less older than her.

"I'm from 3-1," the boy with glasses –formerly- replied.

"3-1?" Fuji blinked several times. It means that they are on the same grade.

The tall boy shot her a strange look, one that asked why.

"Oh, nothing," Fuji shrugged, "Just wondering," she added. "I know a good glasses shop here, let me take you there," she asked.

"Okay."

"Fuji? It's still too early for-" a middle-aged man stood before the counter, eyeing the collection of glasses he had.

Fuji held her index finger up and placed it on her lips. "No, I'm here to buy a pair of glasses."

"Are you minus?" the shop owner asked.

"No," Fuji growled lowly –so lowly that anyone would have missed it-.

"Ah, it's for your… acquaintance," the owner trailed off as he blinked. He stared at the tall russet haired boy, back to Fuji, back to the boy, and then back to Fuji again.

"Yes," Fuji nodded. Then she remembered something. She hadn't asked the tall boy's name.

"Eh…"

"Tezuka."

"Yes, Tezuka-san, can you tell me what's your eye problem?" the owner asked.

'So his name is Tezuka,' Fuji thought to herself.

"Minus 6.5," the tall boy answered, sighing. His glasses didn't seem that thick, because it was thinned using advanced technology. But thinning the lens would take more than one day.

"Over here then," the owner motioned to a certain rack. There, lied all kind of glasses that was made for 6.5 minus.

"They look expensive," Fuji sighed. She hadn't noticed so because she wasn't assigned to take care of the glasses over there.

"What?" both the owner and Tezuka turned around and asked.

"Nothing," she waved his hand dismissively and patted on her wallet, hoping that her money was enough to pay for it.

How does he get an eye problem that bad anyway?

"I'll take this one," Tezuka said as he took a pair of glasses out of the rack and tried it on. "I'll take this one," he repeated when he had ensured himself that the pair of glasses was perfect for him.

"You can go home first, I'll take care of things back here," Fuji said to Tezuka while smiling nervously. She grasped her wallet and gulped hard. Well, at least she worked in that shop. That means she would get a special price or a discount.

… wouldn't she?

Tezuka nodded curtly and walked out of the shop.

"Well… how much does it cost?" Fuji asked.

"Fifteen thousand yen," the owner replied simply.

"That much?" Fuji's eyes widened a bit. How she hoped that Saeki was there to lend her money.

"Yeah," the owner answered, as if fifteen thousand yen wasn't expensive at all.

"To hell with glasses," Fuji muttered darkly under her breath. Luckily she doesn't have any eye problem.

"Are you going to pay it or not?" the owner asked.

"Err, do I get a discount?" Fuji asked, smiling sweetly.

"…" the owner thought for a while, "Very well, I'll give you a ten percent discount," he said finally.

Fuji reached for his wallet and counted the money inside. One thousand, two thousand, three thousand and so on.

It stopped when it reached eleven thousand.

"Can you make it eleven thousand?" Fuji asked.

"Nope, I can't give you more discounts," the owner shook his head.

"Then, can you give me some of the opposite of less discount?" Fuji asked.

"Stop your word game, Fuji," the owner rolled his eyes.

"But I'm desperate! Until I get the next payment, I can't pay for it," Fuji frowned.

"Then would you like to borrow the phone to call Saeki?"

"I would love to," Fuji said and reached out for the phone, but stopped when a hand grabbed her wrist.

"I'll pay for it," Tezuka said.

Apparently, he had gone back inside because Fuji didn't come out, and heard the last part of the conversation. He didn't really know who this Saeki guy is –probably her brother or cousin or something, but he didn't feel the need to involve two persons just because of his glasses.

"Ah, no, no, you don't have to," Fuji said, "It's my fault that your glasses are broken in the first place,"

"It's mine, after all, you don't have to repay it in the first place," Tezuka said, "Most people nowadays just run off when they broke other people's possession,"

"Oh? Well, but at least let me pay for it," Fuji requested, "If you don't mind, you can cover up the rest," she added.

"Fine," Tezuka agreed as he paid the price.

The owner nodded his head gratefully as he accepted the money. "Oh, and Fuji, don't be late," he whispered.

"Don't worry," Fuji nodded.

But just when they were going outside, the rain started to pour.

"What's this? Rain in the middle of summer?" Fuji raised an eyebrow in annoyed fashion.

"I can lend you an umbrella if you want," the owner offered, "But there's only one left," he added.

"I guess I'll have to wait or call him," Fuji said as she picked his cell phone and dialed a certain number.

After a certain time span had passed, the owner looked at her expectantly. "Well?"

Fuji sighed as she hung his phone up. "Mailbox," she answered briefly, "Maybe he's out somewhere," she added.

"In that case, you both will have to share that single umbrella," the owner said, coming up with a solution.

"Easy to say," Fuji grumbled.

"Well, who's house is nearer?" the owner asked.

"Mine is five blocks away from here," Fuji said. She lived in the apartment five blocks away from the shop.

"Mine is two blocks away," Tezuka said calmly.

"It's decided then," the owner grinned from ear to ear.

"Since when you decide for us?"

Minutes later, they arrived at a medium-sized wooden house, all drenched up.

Well, what do you expect from a small kerokeropi-shaped umbrella?

After they both had entered said house, they took off their shoes and went inside, straight to the tall boy's room, as the tall boy had guided the short girl to do so.

"You may take a shower first," Tezuka said as he handed Fuji a cornflower blue shirt, along with a pair of dark blue trousers. "I'm sorry there aren't any skirts available," he added.

"Oh, it's okay, thank you for your consideration," Fuji replied hastily. She accepted the clothing and the towel, before he went to the bathroom near the bedroom she was in.

Tezuka stared for a while, before shrugging it off. How a girl wouldn't protest to be given such boyish attires was beyond him. Usually, his cousins would complain at the lack of girls clothing in his house when they stayed over or stayed until night.

A ringing sound broke his reverie. He scanned the room to find the source of the sound, and stopped when his eyes fell on Fuji's cell phone.

He took the cell phone in his hand and stared at the LCD, that displayed 'Kou-chan'.

He debated mentally whether he should pick the phone up or not, but then chose to follow the former.

"Hai?" he greeted as he picked the phone up.

"Who are you?" a deadly –and venomously if possible- voice was heard from the other line, "Where's Fuji?"

End of Chapter Three

Hey, thanks for the reviews. We appreciated so much… (cries)

Reply from Ravient:

Skyfen and tezuka eiri : Well, that's the story goes… and yes, he doesn't have money. You will see soon.

RoYale, DnKS-giRLs, BabyTears : thanks for the reviews.

Freyja : Do you like AtoFuji? Hmm, still a secret for you.

Wolfie : Hehe… Fuji is my favorite chara too. Asagi and I are also a great fan of Prince of Tennis and Gravitation too.

Yoshikochan : Sorry, but you know Fuji is a guy who disguises as a girl now, right?

Whity : Hey, thanks for the review. Oh yeah, you are the pervert one. Hmm, I don't know which uniform does Fuji wear, but sailor uniform? Hmm, interesting, ne? XD

Reply from Asagi Tsuki:

Skyfen: yes, he doesn't. If he does, he won't have to go through all this trouble, right?

RoYale: thank you for reviewing as well. I do have a special interest in Saeki, and I'll try to make him in character, but, oh well.

DnKS-gIRLS: well, yes, that's the answer. Thank you, we love you too.

Freyja: hm, it depends. I haven't asked yet, but I have an idea in mind regarding this.

Wolfie: greetings! Is that so? Thank you very much. Yes, he's my fave character too.

Yoshikochan: I'm sorry to confuse you. But if I do so, it'll make it less fun, no? I personally do not like AtoFuji too much, but it all depends.

Tezuka eiri: Atobe promised ten million yen for Fuji if he wins, and the reason why Atobe offers it, will be explained in later chapter, we promise.

BabyTears: thank you for reviewing. I hope your fics make progress. Good luck with your stories.

Whity: hm, thank you, you too, keep up the good work. The sailor type… hm… I think it suits him, but I don't really know. We'll think about it.