Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi. I do not own any of the characters, except for the plot of this story; anything else belongs to the creator Konomi.

Author's Note: Well, this is a bit frustrating; it is hard to write in character on these characters, so please excuse me if they seem out of character. Even though I watch the episodes repeatedly, however I've discover that it is hard to try to keep to the character's personality. So, bear with me if they seem a bit different, thank you. ^_^ Skies-chan is my beta reader, and until she goes over this, I am afraid this thing will have grammar errors. *Sweat drops*

Un conte des êtres celestrial [A Tale of Celestrial Beings]

Chapter 4

By Fuji. S. Yuki

Ryoma open his eyes he felt rather strange that he was in an outdoors sort of area. It was woodsy and yet it had high arches and a soft cushion couch like bed. Pillows were strewed over it and soft silken sheets lay here in there scattered with different leaves and flower petals here and there. Wiggling a bit he notice that he was sleeping on one of the soft cushion couch bed in the shade of moss green, his clothing attire was compose of a white shirt and white shorts, his cap was strewed over to the side. Yet, the sensation that made him open his eyes continue to tickle his ears.

Turning over slightly he stare into sapphire eyes that seem to darken into midnight blue, it was obvious who this boy was, and it was Fuji Syusuke. He should have felt shocked and nervous, yet all he felt was languish and content. Perhaps even a slight hunger that lit a small burning fire in his gut when his eyes trail down from the familiar face to a half clothed Fuji.

This Fuji was different, his lips were now mouthing his neck, and his hands were stroking him. It wasn't right; the Fuji he knew wouldn't be doing this to him. The Fuji he knew only play tennis with him, he never indicated he wanted anything more until that faithful day, when he was taken away from school due to his illness.

"Shhh…" Fuji whispered softly against his lips caressing them tenderly with his, he could almost taste the other, the faint trace of sweetness of peaches to a mixture of exotic berries.

The young boy never knew that this was what Fuji would taste like. And-Yet-it seemed almost right and fitting for the tensai. Slender fingers crept onto his limbs and slowly tugged off the article clothing from Ryoma, until he was naked, and just as quickly Fuji divested himself of his apparel.

Ryoma felt his eyes roam over the pale flesh, noting that instead of perfection like Michangelo's David there lay small scars with faint silver lines over the slender body. The scars fascinated and being unable to control his body he pressed his lips against one of the scars near above Fuji's heart. Ripples of shivers storm through the older boy's body, he hissed slightly, then lean down grasping onto Ryoma's hands and forcing it over the younger boy's head. "Invite me in…" The dark sapphire eyes glinted in the light, "I dare you too…"

Ryoma jerked up awake confused and sexually aroused, he glanced down to note that indeed he was hard, aching, and frustrated. Groaning he got up and paddled to his bathroom, Karupin had awakened up when Ryoma had jerked out of his dream.

It sympathetically followed its owner into the bathroom sitting on the floor meowing softly as to comfort the poor boy. Ryoma splashed water onto his face, while leaning his forehead on the coolness of his mirror hoping that the tightness in his groin would pass quickly away. This was bad, ever since he saw the hidden message in those sapphire eyes he couldn't seem to walk away. Yet that wasn't the only thing that disturbed wonder boy, he had just dreamed about doing some odd things with another boy, and not just any boy—Fuji.

That was seriously bad, no one in their right mind would go with Fuji, the tensai had a really sadistic humor, and anyone that was his significant other would be subject to it 24/7. After all look at Fuji's little brother Yuuta and how much the other had to suffer through Fuji's sense of humor. It wasn't something that comforted Ryoma and now a stark realization just hit him. Was he really gay?

Indeed live had just gotten complicated for boy wonder, Karupin rubbed against his leg purring hoping to comfort Ryoma from the distress of his new discover. The world must really hate him.

Sighing Ryoma picked up Karupin and buried his face into the Himalayan felines fur. The purring sound lulled him a bit, after all Ryoma like his life being uncomplicated, he knew that if he didn't accept the fact that he might well in fact be attracted to boys. Scratch that, he would be only attracted to Fuji, then he would be screwed majorly since complication lead to questions, and questions led to people meddling in his life. Which then made him perform bad in tennis, this would result in him being unable to play and ascend to his goal and that was to beat better players before he could finally beat his father.

Life really must hate him. For even if, he did accept the fact that he was attracted to Fuji that means that his problem wouldn't necessary solved. The certain issue regarding his dreams, and the hardness in his shorts spoke of a different problem that might have to be addressed soon. If not he would be doomed to hell from not being able to play tennis, while being more interested at jumping a certain sapphire eye boy's bones.

That would certainly create some rumors and talking all over the school. That was a big No-No.

Karupin just patted Ryoma's cheek with his paws cerulean eyes stare into golden ones in concern. All Ryoma could do was sigh, "Karupin…I think your going to hate me as a bed partner if these dreams keeps on going."

All that he got as an answer was a soft meow.

~*~*~*~

Yuuta was still home even though it was well into a week since his Aniki's transformation. Moreover, out the whole time he was either doing homework that he had brought with him, or checking up on the sleeping Syusuke. It had worried him ever since the event Syusuke had been sleeping the whole week. It was very uncommon, since no human could sleep that long, let alone without food for a week. Surely, those that were in a coma could, however they had to be fed through some intravenous.

Standing in the doorway, he could make out the faint shimmer of the black feathers in the dark on his brother's back. He wasn't certain how comfortable his brother was sleeping in a fetal position let alone with his wings set in that awkward angle. Yuuta felt uncomfortable, he really didn't know who his Aniki was anymore. Even though Yumiko had told him Syusuke was still Syusuke,

Yuuta didn't feel that way as much; there was a hidden quality in this individual now sleeping in front of him. There were also secrets that he held, and wouldn't divulge to anyone. He knew who his Aniki was, but who was this person that slept in his brother's bed. Who was this Syusuke that had lain so dormant in his brother until being finally awakened?

Almost as if hearing his inner thoughts, the body on the bed shifted and sapphire eyes glinted in the dimly lit room, until they held onto silver orbs. Feathers flickered open, as the taller boy slid gracefully to his feet, stretching a bit, his eyes warily staring at the younger. Then just as quickly the shutters fell shut, and the close eye familiar expression of his brother was back with his obnoxious smile. "Yuuta is something wrong?"

Yuuta's heart had sped up. The open eye sapphires had pinned him, he felt dissected, tested, and perhaps even grudgingly accepted by those predatory eyes. He didn't like how the other was pretending to be his brother right now, seeking shelter by burying deeper into the façade his brother had created. "Why do you try to hide?" His hands clenched as rage took over him, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Syusuke purred slightly in amusement, the tilt of his lips curve upward more into a smirk. And just as quickly snapped back into the familiar smile, "I don't know what you mean Yuuta, I am your brother."

"Stop trying to pretend." Yuuta wanted to shout at him to stop acting; he didn't want this strange, this other side of his brother this inner—Stranger, Demon, Trickster, and pretender. To stop it with the act, "Who are you?" Almost as quickly eyes opened to reveal slight hurt in the other's eyes, but it was an act, it had to be the youngest acknowledged.

Sapphire eyes quickly appeared and stared at the other deeply. "I am still your brother, I am just an extension, the deeper quality of him that lay hidden." With a flicker of one pale hand, the wings quickly disappeared shielded away in to the other's back. With sensual grace, he walked over to the desk in the room and perched on it with his hips. "Yuuta do you remember how you use to tell me that each person had a certain aspect of themselves. A quality that they don't really like, a part of them that they don't exactly see but know that it exists."

Yuuta crept a bit careful from the door and stood near his brother. "I remember that. I didn't exactly know which way I was going, I didn't know exactly who exactly I am." Puzzled and feeling the hackles he rose diminish and the hostility fled slightly, "But what does that exactly has to do you well what you are? You're not really my Aniki and yet, you sort of are, but that other side of you I don't really know almost like a stranger."

"Not a stranger." Fuji cut him off slightly and leaned his head against the wall. "More like different, but familiar. Take for instances, if you learned a new sort of skill like playing tennis. And I didn't know, and when I found out, you were different, you could use this skill, I wouldn't feel you're a stranger." Eyes still open, which was odd, and yet comforting for Yuuta, "You would be growing more changing, so you're different, but you're still Yuuta. Your still my brother with the same emotions, same ability to be kind caring, easily, and quick to anger." Chuckling slightly at the indignant expression on his little brother's face, he was absolutely adorable especially when his feathers were ruffled.

"So your still Aniki right?"

"Hai." The smile was back, and again the eyes closed hiding once again the deeper darker emotional depth toward the awaken personality of Fuji Syusuke.

Yuuta looks a bit uncertain, "Aniki. Do you really love Echizen?"

Surprise seems to echo in the room, it was subtle, but noticeable from the body language of the fair hair boy. "The deeper me Machidiel is still in love with Chamuel." He whispered quietly, "Before Machidiel was awaken, I was attracted to Echizen, and then it developed more deeply as I got to know him well." Quietness echoes in the room, "I am Syusuke and yet I am Machidiel, but before I was just Syusuke." Confusion lace the soft words, almost like indecision, then a pause of silence as if something clicked into place. "Hai."

Odd. That was all Yuuta could think that this awakening somehow befuddled his brother's mind. Even though Machidiel had awaken he still was his brother, and just as so he was still trying to adjust to what he remembered, with the feelings, the memories, and perhaps even the grief that still lurked in those deep mystical eyes. Yuuta knew, he could identify this Aniki very well, this one that seem to show more of his emotions then normally. "Just wanted to make sure you are straight on it. I don't want you to mistaken what was your past life for now." Coughing slightly to clear his voice for the next few words, "Aniki remember your both are human now. Even though you might possess perhaps all of the powers you had back then, you had live a life of Earthly existences."

Syusuke slid off the table and walked toward his little brother. "Arigato." He breath quietly into Yuuta's ear and jerk him into a hug, "When did you become so wise Yuuta?"

Tensing and then relaxing Yuuta closed his eyes; it had been long since he had been hugged. He missed it. "Baka Aniki I had always been wise." Wrapping his arms around his big brother, "Now I think it is wise for you to eat something Aniki you've been asleep for seven days."

"Seven?" Surprised echoed the taller boy as he drew slightly away to look at his younger brother. "I've been asleep for that long?"

"Hai." Unwrapping his arms Yuuta dragged Syusuke into the dining room, by the arm. "You've been asleep for that long, I guess things work differently for you, since the whole ordeal."

"Nnn…"

"Don't worry, I am sure that Echizen-kun has been wondering where you went." Yuuta added slightly, as he brought out some of the food that Yumiko had set out for Syusuke and Yuuta, before she left for work.

Fuji smiled a little, "Maybe. Though I hope, he is all right. Last I saw him was when I was sick and got dragged home." Lips curving, "I am sure Tezuka is going to make me run laps after this."

Yuuta laughs slightly, "I am sure he wouldn't be so cruel. After all you have been sick."

"You don't really know Tezuka like I do." Fuji tilted his head to the right as he picks up the chopsticks his brother offered him. "It isn't because I was sick, it is because he doesn't want me to lose all my hard earn training, and besides he wants us to win and do our best."

"Sounds like a logical man." Yuuta snickers, as he set the food down on the table and seated himself. "I can see why the other schools call him icy and perhaps even cold."

Fuji began to pour the soy sauce over his food, inwardly smiling at the balking face his brother was giving. "Not icy, or cold, just prideful, proud, it is the way Tezuka is, but inside all that floundering of logic Yuuta. Tezuka feels more then what he lets on, even though he won't show it in his face, all you have to do is look into his eyes."

"You seem to know a lot about Tezuka."

"Sa sa he is just too fun to mess with especially when Inui brings up his drinks." Gleeful happiness at other people's suffer was a trait that both Machidiel and Fuji agree heartily on.

Yuuta shivers, "I can see why the whole world is doomed from you Aniki. Though I wish Echizen-kun a very large good luck if you're set upon him."

"Ma ne I think it is the other way Yuuta."

Disbelief was only in the other's face, while he was chomping on an egg roll, not being able to respond from eating.

"Your so cute when you don't believe me." Fuji leans on his hand while watching his younger brother flush red in anger.

1…2…3 "ANIKI!" Yuuta shouted resulting in the egg roll dropping from his mouth and onto his lap. "Baka Aniki look what you made me do." He knew that Fuji probably had the innocent who me look plaster on his face now.

"You were always a messy eater Yuuta." Earning another shout of anger from his little brother, at how he never changes. If only that were true then perhaps things could remain the same, but things always changes, and already it was too late.

~*~*~*~*~

Tezuka wasn't happy. That was an understatement of the year. His mind and body were filled with anger, irritation, and frustration. Anger from the lack of control he displayed whenever he was near Fuji. Irritation at the emotions that seem to well between the two prodigies of their tennis club. And frustration from what he was feeling. Tezuka didn't like many things he didn't like to be angered, he didn't like lack of control, and he certainly didn't like his emotions to be in turmoil.

His emotions had been in a uproar since the day Fuji had fallen ill. No that was a lie of a century. His emotions had been in a uproar for a while, ever since he had meet the petite tensai. Yes, at the beginning, he remembered the subtle boy sitting on a tree limb watching the tennis club practice. Fuji was a freshman at the time, and then he suddenly popped up in the tennis club joining up.

Tezuka of course notices the other, it wasn't easy to ignore let alone not notice one with such prodigious abilities like Fuji Syusuke. He was gifted, he was a nuisance, he drove his sanity up to the brink of limitation, making him yell at the other boy to run laps several times, when he finally was Captain.

That was how Fuji was always annoying, a unpredictable force that like to grind on his self control. Even though on the outside he appeared calm and collective Tezuka was a very passionate man on the inside. However he prefer to find a certain balance in his emotions seeking calmness. It was something he needed to achieve in order to not strangle, chop up, or even kill the tennis regulars, since they were a lively, annoying, bunch. It would take a patience of a saint to deal with the lot without trying to toss them into a dungeon.

Yet, for now it wasn't working, he couldn't find that inner peace that he sought for so long. He didn't understand why he held such resentment for Fuji when he was talking to Ryoma, but it had washed away leaving something else inside of him that he couldn't comprehend.

Not to mention ever since watching the heated look between the two tennis prodigies, he had a feeling there was something deeper going on between the two. That look was something that had made him wake up in the middle of the night in a cold hot sweat, and a raging hard on.

Damn that look. Tezuka wasn't sure if it had been done intentionally or unintentionally he wasn't really necessary sure. Yet, that look was so powerful that it shot straight to his groin, the want, the need, the power of that one look, the emotions, lust, and perhaps even love.

He was jealous of that. He was jealous that the two would openly show such emotions, even though it wasn't suppose to be scene by public eyes, by his eyes. Yet it had been and it had effected it, had open the pandora's box that he had kept sealed tightly inside him.

It was a incident that he didn't like to think about, call it self preservation, but even if he tried he couldn't denied that the damage had been done. The box had been opened, and now he was suffering from the consequences. He was suffering from the awareness of his body ~Shit the world did hate him after all.

After all every time he tried to set down his logic to control his emotions remain stoic and cold outside so that he would be able to control situations. People. This had to happen, the wear and tear of his patience had run out, and he was dearly paying for it. It wouldn't be long before the emotions he felt would cause the mask he wore to slip, then where would he be? In a uncontrollable situation.

Already he was feeling it every time he picture Fuji he felt his body responded. It was wrong so wrong what he felt. The lust the wanting the need. The crying from his body for him to devour the taste from the younger boy, he was only thankful that the other wasn't at school for one week. It was a blessing, but he knew that pretty soon the other would come he would arrive and then everything would just go to hell.

It was bad enough he was having erotic dreams of Fuji when he slept of what he would look like with out his clothes on lay out flat on his bed. This was all wrong, he wasn't gay damn it. He wasn't a homosexual. That was a lie of a century and even though he did deny it now, the hard pressed tightness of his groin told a different story.

Groaning he leaned back into his cushy chair, the gravitational book was already place to the side; his teacup was held in his right hand by the handle. Even his favorite mint tea wasn't helping him figure out what could be wrong with him. Closing his eyes he felt himself sink a bit getting comfortable, trying to calm himself with the meditative breathing, yes it was working, yes he could feel the return of calm ~ Shit! It all was a lie, the swelled in his pants justified it. He wanted to slam his skull against the wall in order to try to make it stop.

Tezuka wanted the calm back; he wanted to feel the peaceful tranquility that he bad, before all of this came up. He wanted to get rid of these feelings. Especially the one throbbing in his pants right now. Putting down the tea cup, he slid his glasses off his nose. Pressing his forefinger and thumb on the bridge of his nose he groaned softly as the headache came. Oh yes the world indeed hated him.

Yet the continuous images kept on flooding over him taunting him mocking him. He didn't understand why he was lusting after Fuji of all people. The tensai wasn't someone you wanted to have as a lover. He was a sadistic person that enjoy tormenting individuals. If only Fuji knew of his horrible predicament he was sure that the other would be smiling in enjoyment of his embarrassment.

He wasn't gay damn it. However, the voice in the back of his mind whispered that he was, that he liked guys, that he was just to damn scared to admit it. He belonged to a traditional family that probably wouldn't welcome those that were interested in their own gender sexually. It wasn't just hormones Tezuka knew inwardly, he also know that the reason why he was in denial was because of his family, his up bringing.

Tezuka however wasn't up to admitting the truth yet to himself that he was really into guys. For goodness sakes he was only 15 he wasn't even suppose to be thinking about this so deeply, and yet he drew questions about Ryoma. About the little young boy, and whether or not he knew what he was doing when he looked at Fuji.

It was uncharacteristic of Ryoma it even was downright strange, he didn't understand, but all he knew was that even though they were young, when they were together it was some how almost right. They would look prefect together, but it didn't mean he would approve of their relationship if they had one.

Then again he wasn't thinking clearly Tezuka acknowledge it wasn't his decision on whether or not Fuji or Ryoma should be together. After all it wasn't his concern about what others did, except a part of him wanted to say he did have a say. Ryoma was the baby of the group he didn't know what he was getting himself into. Perhaps it was the protective feelings that Tezuka had for he younger boy that had so much potential. Then again it could be the resemblance and kindred spirit that Tezuka had felt whenever he saw the other boy in action. The want the need to become stronger, to defeat more people, to take what was his to take.

And Tezuka knew what exactly Ryoma was, he knew that potential and he wanted to help in the development of it. That was why he had Ryoma play matches again him, that was why he wanted Ryoma to look at his type of tennis and not mimic Echizen Nanjirou's tennis style.

He consider Ryoma to be a wonderful asset that would change the world, remake it shift it, build it, and perhaps that was why he warned Fuji away at first. Because he couldn't stand the fact that if Ryoma became like Fuji a individual without any drive that didn't play seriously, then the world would have lost a great player of tennis.

Fuji never did had faith in tennis Tezuka knew this. Yet Ryoma did have faith in it, and so did Tezuka, that was why they play so hard even if they were injured they still believed in it. It was a obsession an addiction something they couldn't live without.

Yet, he was going off topic, he was still troubled with these certain dreams, he didn't know how to get rid of them, and that was a very nasty problem. Already he had spent most of the nights in the bathroom, and if things kept on going on it won't be long before his parents figure out his nocturnal activities. He was so doomed. And surely he was…

[ Note: I can't decide on pairings, but with how things are going it seems FujiRyo pairing is going to stay. Now if only I can fit the other pairings in. ^^;; This is going to be a little bit difficult then I thought it would be. *Slams head on keyboard* The names of Machidiel, Chamuel, and Sadriel btw are real angel names, they are listed as Patron Angels I think. I found it on some website, though I don't remember where. ^^;; Also I want to say thank you to those that have reviewed so far. ^^;; Though some of them I sort of found amusing. Then again I've been busy being sick, midterms, you know the whole deal with school. I just hope I can keep producing more chapters. ^-^ The reviews are helping to let me know that you want to read what I write. Even though I still suck at grammar. However, it can't be helped, I am still waiting for my beta readers to revive and look over my stuff. Other then that Ja ne.]