The morning was a noisy event since everyone was now here at Fuji's house. Ryoma was woken up by the chatter and noise out in the kitchen. He slowly sat up from the bed and rubbed his eyes. He kicked the covers away listening at the noise from downstairs. Yes, he had gotten woke up by Momoshiro screaming at Kaidoh for some unknown and probably stupid reason.
Ryoma got dressed and went down the hall to brush his teeth and his hair and then headed downstairs to where it he walked to down the hall and to the right he'd be in the kitchen where Eiji was making omelets with Fuji. Momo and Kaidoh were arguing on which station to put the small kitchen radio on to. Tezuka was keeping away from the noise and was reading a rather thick novel. Inui was as usual taking down data and was trying to calm down the fight between Momo and Kaidoh threatening them with Aozu at the same time. Oishi was also helping prepare breakfast.
"Oi Echizen's awake!" exclaimed Momo tearing himself away from the argument he was having with Kaidoh. He quickly turned the radio to the station he wanted it to before Kaidoh had a chance to argue.
"Ah good morning," said Fuji smiling leaning backwards a little from the stove to greet the youngest of the group.
"Morning," replied Ryoma.
"Ochibi sleeps too much. It's not good for him," said Eiji beaming at the younger teen.
Ryoma just made a "Hn" and sat down at the metal and glass table turning the radio to an international station that played English music.
Momo made a face at the sudden change of music.
"Echizen! I wanted to listen to the previous radio station! I like Namie Amuro thank you very much!" he exclaimed.
Kaidoh rolled his eyes at Momoshiro's protests and hissed.
"Idiot," he muttered staring out the wide kitchen window where pure white snow was covering everything that it could reach.
Momo made another face...the annoyed and glare-ish kind and went directly to speaking to Ryoma beside him. And Ryoma listened but didn't bother to answer to any of what the loud-mouthed power player said next to him.
"You're okay now aren't you?" asked Oishi flipping over the pancakes that were on the stove.
Fuji nodded.
"Yes, I'm very okay Oishi. Thank you for being concerned," he replied quietly.
Eiji grinned. Fuji looked a little better now that Tezuka was here. It looked like he had gotten a lot of sleep and his devilish side would come out any minute. Eiji was thrilled to know that his best friend was okay.
"We have to be concerned about our friends. It's only right! I hope you and Tezuka-buchou work things out," he said.
Fuji glanced at the Golden Pair. They were so caring and considered his feelings as their own at some points in time which made Fuji feel a little bit selfish.
"You two just worry about yourselves for the time being. Tezuka is my problem. Thank you for the help though," he said.
"We know, but if you ever need us Fujiko, we're always there for you," reassured Eiji.
"Thank you both; now all of you help set the table or else you get nothing for breakfast!" called out Fuji.
Everyone got up from the table to grab dishes or the silverware or the huge dish pans or plates of food. They were all placed neatly on the table and it didn't take long. A bunch of delicious food was lined throughout the table and everyone was eager to eat. There were so many choices. Omelets, dark brown cinnamon rolls, bacon crispy but not too crispy, pancakes, and everything from milk to cider.
"Itadakimasu," said Fuji smiling brightly.
"Itadakimasu!" everyone exclaimed back.
Everyone grabbed at the food and happily ate and chatted little. The food was great. Of course when the tensai was helping with everything of course it would be good. Even if Fuji had a huge urge to place hot sauce or wasabi in some of the dishes. He had a love for odd tasting things that nobody else that was normal could handle.
"Buchou has been doing well in his matches," said Ryoma trying to bring up the subject of tennis. He lived tennis, breathed tennis, and literally talked about tennis all the time. Plus he wanted his ex-buchou to say something.
Tezuka glared at the green haired teen.
"Let's not bring up tennis at the table," he said shortly.
Fuji nodded. Yes let's not, it's better that way he thought.
"Yes let's not. Now if you guys be nice and eat every bite of food on your plates and help me with the dishes I'll allow you to duel in that snow out there," he said in a motherly like tone.
Eiji's dark blue eyes glittered and his eyes went directly to the kitchen window and then back to look at everyone.
"YAY! SNOW! Nya I haven't done that in awhile, not enough people!" he exclaimed.
"Honestly Fuji, you're mothering us. We're grown adults," said Ryoma rolling his golden eyes.
"You're still a teenager Echizen," pointed out Inui.
"Which means that we all can mother him instead," added Momo taking a huge bite out of a cinnamon roll.
Ryoma made a face.
"I'm eighteen and this month I'll be nineteen so don't push it!" he snapped.
Fuji chuckled.
"Our kohai are all growing up," he said teasingly ruffling Ryoma's hair.
Ryoma pouted but kept quiet. Nobody should be able to treat him like a kid anymore. It wasn't fair. Breakfast was soon finished, and with everyone's help with the dishes they were finished cleaning up the kitchen in no time. Tezuka decided to mess with one of his tennis rackets while everyone went outside.
"At least come outside to watch Kunimitsu," said Fuji as he was about to join the havoc out in the snow.
"I rather stay where it's warm. Plus it's childish to be in the snow like that," explained Tezuka.
"I'm twenty, going on twenty-one and I still love to do these sort of things, now get out there and watch," said Fuji tugging at Tezuka's arm.
Tezuka sighed and got up, grabbing his dark blue jacket. He wanted to bring his racket so he could replace the grip tape but he knew Fuji wouldn't allow him to bring it.
Ryoma ducked the oncoming snowball and threw back, and the snowball hit Eiji square in the forehead.
"OCHIBI!" he yelped.
He flipped around the other one and grabbed a handful of snow meaning to throw it at Ryoma but it hit Momo instead.
"AH! Momo-Chan, I'm sorry!" exclaimed Eiji.
Momo threw a snowball at the acrobatic redhead as a reply.
Kaidoh ducked a couple snowballs from Ryoma. And hid behind one of the trees in the backyard only to be pounced on by Eiji.
"OW!" yelped Kaidoh as he was sent to the ground as snow was being shoved down his sweater.
Inui defended his kohai and hit Oishi and Eiji successfully. Ryoma was about to throw a snowball when one hit him in the side on the head. Fuji chuckled leaning against the wall, Tezuka far behind him near the porch to be exact. Culprit caught.
"Oh now it's on," muttered Ryoma forming a snowball. He threw, only for it to be dodged by both Fuji and Tezuka.
"Buchou and Fuji have good reflexes," said Eiji admiringly.
Fuji had hit Oishi a couple times and Eiji tried to get revenge. But failed. The tensai was quick when it came to dodging. Kaidoh got hit smack dab in the back of the head and whirled around to tackle Momo to the ground. Who was caught red-handed on who threw that one at Kaidoh.
"AH! Mamushi what the hell are you doing!" screamed out Momo.
"Shutting you up and getting my revenge," hissed out Kaidoh shoving snow in Momo's mouth. Ryoma about died laughing from that. Momoshiro looked stunned that his rival had gotten the best of him. Kaidoh quickly jumped away and hid somewhere far far away. But somehow Kaidoh knew that Inui would some how protect him if the idiot went after him.
"God damn you mamushi!" screamed Momo spitting out the snow in his mouth.
Ryoma threw another snowball at Momo to distract him away from Kaidoh wanting to piss Momo off even more.
"Agh! Why is everyone aiming for me?" exclaimed Momo throwing back only to have hit Oishi.
Tezuka watched annoyed. This was absolutely childish. Nobody had changed at all, but in a way that comforted him. All the sudden something wet hit him in the ribs. Fuji smirked trying to run away from the buchou before he was either ordered to run laps around his own house or be tackled on.
"Oh no you don't," growled Tezuka grabbing Fuji by the legs sending them both to the ground. Fuji let out a loud yelp and Tezuka crawled over to the tensai shoving the cold snow in his hair and long sleeved shirt beneath his coat.
"AH! That's cold!" cried out Fuji squirming but Tezuka still had a hold of him. Everyone watched in awe at the poker-faced buchou and tensai who started throwing snow at eachother. Both rolling on top of eachother.
Finally both stopped exhausted after a couple curses, threats, and shoves.
"You have snow all in your hair," said Tezuka.
"I noticed, and you my friend have snow all over you," said Fuji giggling a little at the sight. Tezuka looked extremely disheveled which was very un-buchou looking. Tezuka wiped the snow off of his clothes and shook his hair out.
"Hm, we have an audience," said Fuji looking up at the others around him. His blue eyes glittering dangerously. Tezuka looked up at his former teammates who were in awe. He only glared.
"That's your fault," he said getting up and started walking into the house where it was warm and he could avoid his gawking teammates. Fuji's eyes opened and he was grinning. He had gotten Tezuka's fun and devilish side out of him. Not many could do that, and especially when it took a lot to do.
"Let us all go inside before we catch cold," said Fuji getting up from the ground.
Eiji smiled as Oishi and him were back up in their room. SCORE! YES! Things were really working out slowly but surely. They were as playful as children and left everyone in awe. What had came over Tezuka Eiji and Oishi had no idea but things were turning out bright and happy.
"Did you see them? They were all over eachother!" Eiji exclaimed happily.
Oishi nodded.
"I haven't seen Tezuka that happy in a long time. Both of them are definitely progressing," he admitted.
Eiji hugged Oishi tightly to keep warm and just as a reward for getting their two best friends back together again.
"I'm glad we're here," he whispered.
Oishi place his arms around the redhead's waist.
"I am too," he said.
Ryoma quickly changed into some drier clothes still shivering since his hair was still wet. Momo had long changed and smiled at him.
"Cold?" he asked.
"A little," replied Ryoma shrugging as he grabbed his tennis racket and started bouncing a tennis ball on it to keep himself occupied.
"Four days until Christmas and three days until your birthday," pointed out Momo laying on his back.
Ryoma glanced at him.
"Yeah and?"
"Hm, just thinking," said Momo.
"About what?" asked Ryoma.
"I dunno, secret," replied Momo smirking. He wasn't going to tell Ryoma anything about what he had planned for his birthday or for Christmas at the matter either. Leave it all to be a nice surprise. He had learnt to keep his mouth shut and had a couple nice things he wanted to do for the kid no matter how much of a brat he was.
Ryoma made a little noise and still started messing around with the racket and tennis ball.
'Fine be that way.' He thought pouting. Usually Momo couldn't wait to blurt out something but now he was keeping his mouth shut. How annoying…
(A/N: Thank you all for all of your reviews so far! I enjoy reading them so much! I'm glad you're liking this story so far! –gives everyone Pocky- I do hope I finish posting and finishing this story before my birthday though to say that my last fanfic when I was thirteen was this one because that'd be something for me to say. So far I'll keep you updated on how far I've gotten. The fanfiction so far is officially seventeen chapters long and is about to close soon. -.- I've been working so hard to get this finished before school starts back in a couple weeks. Eesh. Um, the rating in later chapters might go up, but I'll leave the rating here until we get closer to the chapter that needs to be rated higher. It's nothing really to worry about for all of you who can't handle lemony stuff, it's more limey than it is anything else so it's not as detailed as some fics I've read… Anyway enough from me, until next chapter ja!)