W Juliet

By: Vert et Noir

Disclaimer: we don't own Tenisu no Oujisama

Chapter Four

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

"Where's Fuji?" the voice repeated as it didn't get any reply from the tall russet haired boy who was holding onto the cell phone, but wasn't saying anything. It seemed like the tall boy was thinking about something.

"Fuji…" he murmured, "By Fuji, do you mean the girl with long fair brown hair?" the tall boy finally asked, coming to a deduction that if the owner wasn't Fuji, the ones who called to the cell phone wouldn't search for Fuji.

"Yes, that one, where is she?" the voice, known as Kou-chan, as it had been written on the LCD panel of the cell phone, asked. It wasn't cold anymore, it was friendly even.

"She's at the shower, taking a shower," the tall boy answered. "Drenched in rain," he added, telling the person at the other end of the line the cause as to why she was in his house taking a shower.

"I see, I'm sorry for the bother then," the voice finally said, "Please tell her to come home as soon as possible," it added a final message before the owner finally hung up.

"Who is it, Tezuka-san?" a girl with long fair brown hair asked, standing at the doorway with a big white towel draped over her head. She held both ends of the towel and dried her hair with it.

"Your relative, or your roommate," Tezuka answered. Being a smart student really paid off. No ordinary friends would ask someone to come home. It must be either that someone's relative or roommate.

"Does he go by the name Koujirou?" Fuji asked, looking around, trying to find the comb. She spotted it and pointed it, as if asking permission to use it. She combed her hair with it when Tezuka nodded his head.

"Yes," Tezuka answered after some moments of thinking. It was written 'Kou-chan', but it could mean Koujirou, couldn't it? "Is he a student of St. Ivalice as well?" he asked further.

"Yes he is," Fuji replied, trying her best to let the comb go through her long hair. It's really a pain when the comb was stuck at a knot or more than one. "He's my classmate," she added.

After that, no words were shared. Tezuka picked his own towel and clothes, then he walked to the shower to take a shower since he was drenched in the rain as well.

After combing her hair, Fuji picked up her bag. The rain had stopped and the sky had cleared. She thought that it wasn't good to overstay her welcome there, and she was sure as hell that she didn't want to meet his parents. And so, she decided to go home.

"Tezuka-san," she called, knocking on the door to the bathroom, "I'll be going home now, okay?" she asked, and when she heard a low growl or a low grunt, or maybe something like that, she went out of the old Japanese looking house, and back to her own apartment.

"Good afternoon, Fuji-san," a middle aged woman greeted when she arrived at her apartment. The woman was the owner and the keeper of the apartment.

"Good afternoon, Keina-san," Fuji greeted back in reply. She went to the stairs and started to ascend it to her room. It wasn't on the top floors, so she didn't feel the need to go by elevator.

"Tadaima!" she called out when she banged the door open and then banged the door shut. She walked over to the shoe rack, took off her shoes and put them away in the shoe rack.

"Okaeri," a silver haired boy came out from the kitchen and to the living room. "I'll really appreciate it if you stop banging the door open and shut," he added.

"Sorry, old habits die hard," she chuckled. "Preparing dinner, Koujirou?" she asked as she spotted the spatula in the silver haired boy's grasp.

"Yeah, what do you want for dinner?" Saeki asked. He turned around and walked back to the kitchen while Fuji followed him closely from behind.

"Fish and soup will do," Fuji said as she opened the fridge and noticed that there weren't much food in the fridge. There were only several fishes and vegetables left.

"When will you go to work?" Saeki asked as he picked some fish and vegetables. He put the fish on the frying pan while he chopped the vegetables and threw them into a big pot.

"Around five," Fuji answered as she looked at her watch, "I'll be back before dinner, my shift is not long today," she said as she helped with the vegetables.

"I'll pick you up at seven then," Saeki said and they continued their task at hand without speaking with each other. After they had finished the dishes, they put them in a big pot and stored it just beside the stove.

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The next day at school, it was chemistry. Fuji was playing with her pen, swirling it with her fingers while Saeki did the same to his pencil. They were bored. The chemistry teacher didn't come to school, and so, they didn't get any lesson for that day.

"Fuji," a redheaded boy called, "Fuji," he called again, getting no reply from the girl.

"Yes?" Fuji asked, looking up.

"Are you going to the prom tonight?" the redheaded boy asked eagerly. "It had been a plan from several years ago, I'm really happy I could experience it," he added just as eager.

"Oh really?" Fuji asked, blinking her eyes several times. Then what Atobe said was true. "Anyway, are you going to the prom, Eiji?" she asked again.

"Hey, I asked you first!" Eiji protested.

"Isn't it like that saying, ask first answer first?" Fuji asked as she laughed a little. "I'm going there, it's a waste if I don't," Fuji said.

"I'm going as well," Eiji nodded his head. "Are you going with Saeki-san?"

"Are you going with Oishi-san?" Fuji asked back, smiling widely.

"Err…" Eiji hesitated for a while, before he slowly nodded his head. "So, are you going with Saeki-san?" he asked again.

Fuji looked like she was thinking for a while, before she turned around, looking at Saeki. "Are you going tonight?" she asked and Saeki merely nodded. "It's a yes, then," she smiled at Eiji who merely shook his head and sigh.

"I was talking about your date, of course I know you'll be coming with Saeki-san," Eiji rambled on. He stopped for a while, thinking whether he should continue his ramble or not.

"Haven't thought of that yet," Fuji replied as she sighed softly. "I don't think I'll have a date, so Koujirou will do," she grinned at Saeki who stared at her in annoyance.

"You don't? But you're so pretty," Eiji asked disbelievingly, "If I don't have Oishi with me, I'll go with you for sure," he added as he laughed naturally.

"Oh really?" Fuji grinned at the remark. "I'm not too interested, but… well, as I have said before, it's a waste if I don't go," she repeated what she had said earlier.

"A waste? Have you paid for it?" Eiji asked, not really understanding what Fuji had meant by a waste.

"Something like that," Fuji nodded her head. It wasn't a lie. Atobe had paid it for her, and if she didn't go, it'd be a complete waste. And she'll never be able to pay for it by herself.

Eiji decided to keep silent. The next lesson was coming soon anyway, and he was sure as hell didn't want to get scolded by the biology teacher that most of the students dreaded.

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After the bell rang, most students ran out of the classroom and to the shoe lockers. The school had ended, and they were eager to prepare themselves for the upcoming prom night. It wasn't the third grader's graduation. It was merely a small party where they could only go inside if they have a partner and they're asked to dance, so they decided to call it a prom.

"Koujirou, you can go back first, I'm going later," Fuji commanded as she tidied her books up and placed them neatly in her schoolbag. The boy merely nodded and walked out of the classroom.

She put her pencil case inside and zipped the bag up. She slung it on her shoulder and prepared to walk out of the classroom when a certain someone walked inside.

"Ah, konnichi wa, Tezuka-san," she bowed her head down politely as she greeted that certain someone. "Do you have any business with the student here? But, only I am left here," she asked.

"Yes," Tezuka merely replied as he walked over to where Fuji was standing. "With you," he added sternly, his face expressionless as usual. He was never the one with so much expression in the first place.

"With… me?" she asked doubtfully. Why would someone she met one day ago because of an unfortunate incident be searching for her the next day? Were the glasses she bought for him not good enough? Or was he asking for his money back because he was only lending her his money yesterday?

"Yes, didn't I make myself clear?" he asked, or more likely stated, flatly.

"What is it?" Fuji asked nervously. She surely hadn't had enough money to return his money if it was what he wanted.

"I want you to be my date tonight,"

End of Chapter Four