Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.

Ok let's see- I want to thank all my reviewers from last chapter: Gorilaz, ki-ku-maru BEAM, Liliath, Rinko, Amiya, Fanny chan, RuByMoOn17, and Aisaki Sumi. I'm so glad everyone is enjoying the story so far and I apologize for how long I made you wait between chapters. I know this chapter is short but I hope to have the second part of the date up soon, once my horrible exam is over. Oh and Rinko you won- you're the only one who guessed the right answer to Fuji's date. So read and enjoy.

Chapter 5

Echizen spent his 10 minute break the next morning staring at the photos surrounding Fuji-san's office. It was then that he came to the realization of two facts. One, Fuji-san apparently was involved in the sport of tennis since many of the shots covered young athlete's mid-swing. And two, his boss had an unnatural obsession with a younger boy with a strange scar on his forehead. Unfortunately, it seemed the poor boy didn't return his affections since he was glaring or scowling at the camera each time.

At this thought Ryoma turned around to look at his employer, who smiled pleasantly back at him while continuing to water the living pincushions Fuji fondly referred to as cacti. 'He must have a thing for unhappy people.' Ryoma surmised, glancing back at Fuji's crush. Somehow, he couldn't stand to stare at the glaring boy any more and instead turned to the action tennis shots. These of course brought a different feeling to him and Echizen couldn't stop himself from envisioning himself across the court from these players and from hearing his father's voice in his ears. 'Tennis is your past Ryoma.'

Echizen couldn't prevent the rush of memories from flooding his mind, swirling around to taunt him. Days of a bright and unlimited future, terrifying moments of pain and misery, his frantic struggle to come out of the bottomless pit he had been tossed into, his disappointed father, his mother full of pity, his lover growing distant, his-

A warm hand on his shoulder brought his roller coaster of thoughts to an abrupt halt. "Fuji-san," he gasped as the angelic face swam into view.

"Echizen-kun are you alright? You look rather pale." Fuji asked, concern filling his face as he reached up to brush delicate fingers across the boy's forehead.

"I'm fine Fuji-san," Ryoma answered automatically, reaching up to brush the cool fingers away from his face, and yet at the same time longing to grab them and not let go. A sideways glance to the pictures on the wall brought his hidden demons back to the corners of his mind, whispering doubts and Ryoma stepped away from the other boy. How was he supposed to work in an office covered in reminders of his failed past? He deliberately looked away from the tennis shots to focus on something else, the scowling boy. "Fuji-san the boy in the picture," Ryoma started, trying to distract his employer from looking at him.

Fuji-san visually brightened as he turned to look at the photos of the mysterious boy. "Saa isn't he cute Echizen-kun? I wanted him to model for my new showcase but he turned me down, I was so depressed. But luckily now I have you. And maybe I can still convince him to model for me. I do have pull over him after all since he's my-"

Ryoma couldn't believe his boss's words. Sure he knew the boy had meant something to Fuji-san but to actually find out that he was a replacement in this project, just filling in for a better model and could be abandoned the moment this boy decided to change his mind, well it hurt. He had started to like Fuji-san and this job and now he didn't know what to think. "I have something I have to do this morning Fuji-san. I'm sorry I can't stay for today." Ryoma's voice sounded hollow in his ears as he gently pushed his employer aside to walk out of the office, forgetting to change his clothes or pick up his belongings. It ending up being a very long walk back to his new apartment in the rain.

"Since he's my brother." Syusuke finished without realizing that his model wasn't even listening. So it came as a shock when the smaller boy muttered a half excuse - half apology and walked out of the office. Something had happened in those few minutes which the tensai could not understand. He stared at the photos of his brother and pondered how things came about. Echizen was a mystery to him, always scowling and never really letting anyone know what he was thinking. A mischievous smile spread across his face as the tensai realized many people accused him of the same offense using a smile. Then a second glance at his brother's scowling face froze his smile and he opened his eyes slightly to stare at the open door where his model had disappeared as a thought crossed his mind. Could it be, was it at all possible? Fuji chuckled softly in the now empty office as he went to close the door and turn off his camera.

Was Echizen somehow jealous?

Yuuta was counting the seconds.

At first it was a good thing, the precious moments he could spend alone with his lover. Mizuki was in a good mood that night and Yuuta couldn't help but think positivity with the older boy kissing slowly down his neck. Then a slender hand reached down to play with the waistband of his pants and Yuuta was too lost in lust to count anything.

The doorbell ringing was agony.

For a long moment Yuuta and Mizuki stared at each other, both panting slightly and eager to continue and both wishing that whoever was at the door would simply leave. And then the door opened by itself.

"Yuuta are you alright?" a soft voice called from the hallway causing Yuuta to flinch as his lover starting smirking. For some strange reason Yuuta never understood, Mizuki really enjoyed watching the two Fuji brothers interacting together. "There you are Yuuta. I was scared when no one answered the door that something might have happened to you. You shouldn't scare your big brother like that." Fuji lectured as he stepped into the living room. The older brunette stopped in the doorway to take in the view of the two boys sprawled across the couch, both in different stages of undress and his eyes opened slightly in surprise, only to narrow in rage.

Taking a step forward, Syusuke's bright sapphire eyes promised death or worse to the dark haired boy laying across his brother. "Yuuta you seem to be missing some of your clothing."

Mizuki snickered seemingly unaware of his near demise as Yuuta flushed and scrambled with his clothing, pulling his shirt back on and zipping his pants closed again. "Aniki, it's not what it looks like. Mizuki and I were just, uh we were just, um..." Yuuta trailed off as he realized he couldn't really explain away their position.

"Horny?" Mizuki suggested helpfully from his stretched out position on the couch, making no move to put his shirt on, instead twirling a strand of hair with his hand and enjoying the show.

Yuuta rewarded his lover's thoughtfulness by shoving him off the couch and onto the floor to end up at Fuji Syusuke's feet. For a long moment there was silence as the three boys looked at each other- one terrified, one enraged, and one amused. Then the front door burst open for the second time that night and a melodious arrogant voice called out to fill in the silence. "Ore-sama does not appreciate being left to wait outside like a commoner."

Three heads turned to watch the diva join them in the living room, a small frown gracing his perfect features as he saw the strange arrangement of the boys. "Mizuki if you were planning on having sex before dinner you should have informed me so I could move back our dinner reservation. And never again start an orgy before Ore-sama graces you with his presence." Atobe flipped a strand of his perfect hair behind his ear and pauses as if waiting for praise. When none appeared forthcoming he scowled and then smirked at the brunette standing next to him. "Fuji Syusuke of Seigaku. Well, well it's been awhile. I hear you gave up your tennis rachet for a camera. What's wrong, grow bored of the sport?"

"Atobe? You're my date for tonight? Saa Yuuta, you didn't tell me you were friends with Atobe." Fuji asked staring curiously between his brother and the diva, pointedly ignoring the boy at his feet.

"Actually I don't really know him that well. Mizuki was the one who suggested him." Yuuta responded truthfully as he finished straightening his shirt and stood up to join his aniki and Atobe in staring at his lover still on the ground.

"Mizuko? Saa is that the name of your hairdresser Yuuta?" Fuji asked innocently. Atobe, beside him snorted in laughter and Yuuta grumbled under his breathe. Mizuki stood up so that he was face to face with his lover's brother and glared at the brunette.

"Mizuki. My name is Mizuki Fuji Syusuke. Get it right. I am Yuuta-kun's boyfriend not his hairdresser and as such I demand respect." the dark haired boy yelled at the former tensai.

Syusuke merely blinked at the other boy and looked him over from head to toe. "Yuuta your friend appears to have misplaced his shirt somewhere. And his pants. Is he coming with us or is he going to bed? I can't figure it out." Mizuki's face turned red as he tried yelling again. However Yuuta got there first and clamped his hand over his lover's mouth, dragging him away from the other two to get dressed again. As Mizuki complained about certain irritating older brothers, Yuuta quickly pulled his lover's lilac sweater over his head. His gaze caught a glimpse of the clock in the hallway chiming 8'oclock and Yuuta sighed, that was 20 minutes of the date from hell over, only about 3 hours of fun left. A muffled yelp of pain brought his attention back to the dark haired boy beside him and Yuuta apologized profusely as he noticed he had accidently grabbed his lover's hair. It was going to be a looong night.

Tbc...

Ok I know really short chapter but I promised I would post something this weekend and I decided to break the date in half chapterwise. So the next chapter will have the second half of the date and if I have room left Echizen's night will show up also.