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Pointless Rambling no. 1: I just recently finished the anime and decided to try my hand at writing a POT/TNO fanfic. This is my take on the whole relationship between Tezuka Kunimitsu and Fuji Syusuke, from post-anime to the end of the anime. Will contain spoilers, shounen-ai, and rating is subject to go up. Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks a bunch!
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Façade: His and His Circumstances
--00. Prologue--
Tezuka
It began, at least for Tezuka Kunimitsu, out of curiosity, and maybe a little bit of reverence. It quickly spiraled out of control largely due to fear. Looking back on it now, he had to admit it was the strangest way for a relationship to begin, but to say the least; the relationship itself was by far one of the strangest he had ever been in.
He was fifteen then, in his first year at Seishun Gakuen, like any other club, the tennis club looked down upon freshmen recruits as if they were trash, while most of them were, Tezuka certainly wasn't, and he wasn't really eager to let it on to anyone.
But having such a secret heightened his awareness more than ever, he watched everyone with the eyes of a hawk. His senpais, for fear that they would find out, his contemporaries, for fear that they would find out, his coach and captain, for the same reason.
Yamato-buchou had allowed free match practice that day, because it was Thursday, it was a foggy sort of day, and the ground was a little bit damp, from the moisture in the air. It was the day that he came.
It was the second week of school. Their flamboyant captain slung an arm around the newcomer's shoulders and introduced the skinny, smiling boy. "Everyone, I'm delighted to introduce to you a new member, he just moved here from Kyushu."
Tezuka was jogging laps, so he just caught a part of the boy's name when he went past the entrance of the tennis cage. "…Fuji. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
He gave it almost no thought and turned his eyes back on the dirt track ahead. Which was ironic, because one day not in the far future, Tezuka Kunimitsu would fear this boy, love this boy and be ruined by this boy. This boy would become his everything, and now, he couldn't have cared less.
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Fuji
The first thing fifteen-year-old Fuji Syusuke thought about the bespectacled, expressionless boy running laps outside the courts was not that the boy would be good in bed. Those thoughts would come much later.
He vaguely remembered feeling simply intrigued, since everyone else was gathered here, and practice hadn't even started yet. Had the boy gotten into trouble already? After he had bowed and introduced himself, he slipped off into the crowd and tapped a boy who had spiky hair and wore thick glasses. "Excuse, why is he running? Is he being punished" he asked, gesturing toward the running boy.
"Oh, him." Flipping through the green-covered notebook he was carrying, the boy he had asked replied, "That's Tezuka. Tezuka Kunimitsu. He always runs three laps before practice begins, sometimes four, if he's in a good mood."
"Is he a freshman?"
"Yes, but he's probably better than Yamato-buchou, you should have been here yesterday when they had a match, it was incredible."
"What were the results?" Fuji wanted to know.
"It was a draw, because they didn't go into the tiebreak. But had they gone ahead and go through with it, there was an 63 percent chance that Tezuka would have won by three points." The boy closed his notebook and stuck out his hand, "I'm Inui, Inui Sadaharu."
They shook hands. But Fuji's eyes trailed to Tezuka, who had apparently finished his laps and was lingering at the back of the crowd.
For Fuji Syusuke, it began as a challenge, a need for dominance, and perhaps a shadow of obsession. It began as a simple game designed to keep himself occupied. It spiraled out of control because he wanted to believe.