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*

Title: Un conte des êtres celestrial
[A Tale of Celestrial Beings]
Chapter: 5
By Fuji S. Yuki

At the Fuji residence the three siblings sat around gather at the table eating breakfast. Already Fuji had recovered splendidly, he also had gain some control over his abilities, and even his wings. Yuuta of course kept up the wards, knowing that it would be the best idea, since his brother was still trying to get use to his new assets.

"You sure you want to go to school Syusuke?" Yumiko asked while serving some pancakes with syrup.

Syusuke just smiled, "Un I am sure Nee-san"

Yuuta just snorts a bit, while gobbling up the food on his plate, after all it wasn't everyday he could taste his sisters fabulous cooking.

"Mou Yuuta slow down your going to choke if you keep this up." Yumiko tsked in disapproval, but inwardly smiled at how cute her littlest brother acted.

Yuuta swallowed down some of the orange juice and sigh happily. "Iyada it taste too good Nee-san." Rubbing his head bashfully, "as for you Aniki." He said sternly, "just because you want to go see Echizen doesn't mean you should push yourself over the edge for it."

"Sa sa…so you do care for me don't you my little Ototo-kun." Waiting for the response.

"Baka Aniki, stop doing that, and damn it just because your so mean and stupid with your smile…" Yuuta raged, until a bag hit him in the head, "Ow what you do that for Nee-san?"

Yumiko smirks and wave the lunch bag again. "This is for you to take, with you to St. Rudolph."

"What is it?" Yuuta ask curiously as he opens the bag, totally forgetting the anger he held at his Aniki's teasing.

"Strawberry shortcake." Yumiko winks, "I know you wanted some, and I thought it would be ideal since you'll be leaving today to go back to school."

Of course Syusuke knew that his brother had to head back to his dorm. It was inevitable, and even so this one week was precious to the tensai. Yuuta had talked to him, had acknowledge in a way that even though he acted like he despise him he still love him enough to drop everything in school just to come down to help him out. Indeed he was happy. "Nee-san been baking more then usual, sometimes I am surprise she never shipped you some cake."

"Mou Syusuke, if I did it would be ruined by the time it gets to him." Yumiko wave her spoon and then glance at her watch. "Oh we better get going, you two be careful ne?"

"Hai." Both Fuji boys answered in unison.

~*~*~*~*~

Kawamura was feeling a bit nervous, well that should have been a usual behavior for him, but it wasn't the real reason behind his anxieties. Fuji had called him letting him know that he would be returning back to soon today.

Walking along the road toward the school he felt the slight pressure of uncertain feelings running along his spine. He was uncertain to what he felt for Fuji. He knew that inwardly he did like him, actually truthfully if he had his tennis racket he would shout that he love the tensai. Yet he knew that it was a sort of love that wasn't meant to be, and that was fine with him.

He knew that Fuji was in love with Echizen, in a way it was obvious, by how they behaved around one another. It was certainly sweet not the type of cute fluffy sort of sweet, more like the bitter sweet taste of hot chocolate with a tinge of Carmel inside. That sort of bitter taste, but yet it was enriching and a whole new reality check for him.

Yet, he was deviating off track of what was making him slightly upset. He wasn't sure if Fuji was really Fuji, oh surely the boy seem like him, acted like him even, but there was a underline current inside his best friend that he knew was straining like a string of hair being pulled and pulled until. It finally would snap.

Indeed Fuji was a walking time bomb, waiting to go off, surely it was a happy go smiley face walking time bomb, but it was still a bomb. Kawamura knew that Fuji had several deep layers to him. He accepted that fact that he would never understand the deepness of the other, he even acknowledge that sometimes the deepness of the other was to far down for him to go. And even if he did try he knew he would end up drowning.

So he choose not to go near that depth to always look at the shallow side of that masked smile. Even though it did make him feel better, make him feel wanted, it still was in a way hollow at times.

Kawamura was worried normally he left that sort of worrying to Oishi. Yet even he doubt that Oishi would be able to comprehend all that he had seen let alone heard. To witness your best friend sprout wings wasn't an everyday occurrence and to learn that he had a deeper side to him, a past life of some supernatural being, it was even more well – hard for him to comprehend let alone stop worrying.

The burning tennis player never wanted anyone to get hurt, yet he had a dreadful feeling that someone might. It was inevitable he only hope that none of the injuries would be too severe and harsh on any individuals that ended up getting caught in the blast once the time bomb went off.

Things were changing to fast for him to catch up with, sometimes he wish time would just stop for a change and let him breath. He was only 14 he wasn't old enough to acquire gray hairs, however with all that was going on he knew that he would be marked by it, not physically but more mentally.

Already he felt some of the scarring in his mental psyche. The bursting of knowledge the lack of ignorance to what was going on around him and he felt that the once rose color world of his was fading now to a shade of grey. The love he felt when he looked at Fuji faded into a painful throb, and yet he was happy for Fuji to find love even if that one wasn't him.

His world was paling by the minute, the one he thought he could at least love was going away from him. Even though he knew subconsciously that the other was never his to begin with even though he had hoped. Yet the words 'his happiness is my happiness' seem like some sort of paradox statement, it was fitting for the situation that he was shove into. Yet it was better for him to let go of the love he held for Fuji.

It was the right thing to do, he didn't want to burden his friend with the knowledge, he didn't want his best friend to know that he was hurt when he learn of the other's love to the short little baby of their group. However, it had been decided Fuji wasn't in love with him, Fuji was in love with another and all Kawamura could do now was to be by the tensai's side. It was fitting Fuji was there when he had lost his mother, he was there to hold his hands, when he lost his self confidence in his self.

Fuji was the one that had brought light into his dark and gloomy life. He was the one to help him through all the negative comment his father had made about him. He also was the one to defend him, and to make his father see that saying those words was hurting his son. That his son love him, and took his words to heart—that was what Kawamura love about Fuji.

He love the devotion the other one had to other's, he love the kindness the other tried to hide under his smiles and close eye look. He love the Fuji that was huddled inside that body the one that would reach out and help those that needed it.

His mother had always expressed that Love is a painful thing, yet to love is the most wonderful thing in the world. To love and lost is a experience that one has to go through to understand it's inner trappings. For there are several levels of love, you only have one life to live and live it well.

Kawamura had live by those words, he had love his friends, his father, the things he did. However, sometimes words cannot not help mend a broken heart, time was all that was required. To help sooth the pain away, and Kawamura had always been positive that things would work out.

Then again everything he believe that everything would be alright. Looking up he smiled a greeting at his classmate as he arrived inside the school, his eyes wandered to the box that held Fuji's shoes and name. His eyes closed and he took a slight breath.

Everything would be alright. Right? Right.

~*~*~*~*~

The day had been long, Fuji had sat through most of his class, ate lunch and talked to his friends like usual. He was also handed in large stacks of homework, would he dutifully worked on during lunch, and breaks, while Kikumaru Eiji filled him in on what had recently occurred in the tennis club.

Would was fine with Fuji since he had the aptitude to listen and write at the same time. By the time all of his lunch and break time was done, he had already finished eighty percent of his homework and had handed them in to each of his sensei.

By the time his fifth class was finish he had enough of things. He was bored, he was unsettled, and he was also extremely tired.

So now the slim tensai found himself sitting on the floor on top of the roof where normally Ryoma ate or even napped at. It was a common place many individual came here to find peace and quiet, or even some privacy away from the massive crowds in the cafeteria during lunch time.

For now the time wasn't even near lunch, Fuji wasn't feeling up to dealing with the teachers in his last class, let alone listening to the boring lectures. Which was odd, since he normally could tolerate it, but today, he felt like a change, perhaps even taking a fresh breath of air would help clear his head. After all playing hooky for one class didn't mean disaster to his top grades now did it.

Even though he knew that Momo had probably done so several times, he wasn't like Fuji. He wasn't able to comprehend things quickly let alone write homework under thirty minutes top. So when Momo came back from his skipping in school let alone tennis practice he was swamped with tons of homework.

Yet now Fuji felt calm on the roof top. The sun was bright and it was nice outside, the fence of course border the sides to make sure no unfortunate students would fall down in a untimely death. That was one of the good things of Seigaku their concern for safety for their students.

However, ever since he had change, he would have the normality and common sense to stick behind the fences like any student would, but the fence was tempting him. Ironic that it was, it almost beckoned him to climb up to stand and stare out at the world to feel the breeze to be free.

So he did what it called him to do, what the feeling inside him ask him to do, willing of course. So he climbed up effortlessly, and sat on the fence looking out. The fence was sturdy and tight, which was amusing since it had been installed with several supports so that it wouldn't tip of waver due to weight. How brilliant the Japanese creators for student safety proof items were. However, he doubt anyone of them thought that a student would be sitting on one right now. If they did, they would have made sure to install barbwire on top of the fence, making it look like some military base.

The wind blew gently across his face, Fuji breath in the air feeling light and happy, it was beautiful the world, and he felt the calmness now creeping onto him. Sliding his feet up onto the top of the fence he stood on it balancing until he was steady and lifted his face to the sky, indeed it was beautiful, and he felt so warm being embraced by mother nature's kindred light.

"What are you doing BAKA?" A stern voice called out in anger.

Startled Fuji whipped his head around and looked down the fence his feet wiggle slightly while he tried to keep his balance. "Tezuka?"

The fence trembled underneath Fuji and he slipped losing his balance. "FUJI!"

Sapphire eyes widen in shock as all he felt is air beneath him, and then a strong hand gripped onto his wrist tugging onto him and he felt himself slam into the fence on the other side. "Tezu…ka." Fuji spoke weakly after having half of the air knocked out of him from impact.

"Baka." Tezuka grinded out, as he manage to pull Fuji up and over the fence. Once he hand a firm grip and made sure that Fuji was able to climb down, until they were safe on the roof top. "What were you thinking? You could have died."

Fuji his lips twitch slightly at the thought of him dying, when he had wings, but then Tezuka didn't know he wasn't suppose to know.

"It's not funny Fuji." Tezuka hissed, his body was a bit shaken even though he kept his stoic mask in place. "If I hadn't past by and seen you. You could have died."

"Tezuka." Fuji shook his head slightly in amusement, "If you hadn't yelled out loud I wouldn't have fallen."

"What if you had?"

"Mmm but it didn't happen that way now did it?"

Tezuka kept glaring at the smiling tensai, he felt his body boil at the sight, even now the boy was pushing him to his limits. The temper the calmness was gone, even though the captain vainly fought for composure.

"Sa sa…I guess I'll go back to class now. Arigato Kunimitsu." Fuji purrs quietly as he left Tezuka to stand there.

Tezuka closes his eyes and clenches his hand, the sensation the frustration, the anger, the fear, was intense he wanted to shake some sense into that annoying smiling face. Damn him. Yet, Tezuka open his eyes and looked at his left hand, the hand that had gripped onto Fuji and felt it burn with a tingling sensation. He remembered how slender the wrist was, like hollow bird bones, and the silkiness of the skin. Clenching his hand he tried to think of something else but the hardness in his school pants told him something entirely different.

Oh how he burned just to feel Fuji again, even if it was only for a second, but now he was branded by just one touch of that skin. He was in hell.

~*~*~*~*~

Ryoma walked through the hallways, he was on cleaning duty today after school, and couldn't exactly make his way early to tennis practice. However thankfully this time the teacher had the decency to make sure that he wasn't paired up with anyone let alone Horio. Just the thought of his annoying loud classmate was something that Ryoma didn't think he could deal with right now.

However, it was just his luck that the teacher wanted him to instead of sweeping the floors outside go to some stupid music room and clean the room. It wasn't so bad he guessed, since the music room by now would be clear of any person's leaving him in the peace and quietness. Paddling down the hallways, he slid open a door into the building where the music classroom should be located in.

Pausing slightly he tilted his head to the side noticing music echoing the hallway, not just any music but piano music. He wondered if anyone was still in the room or if some idiot had left a record player on, without turning off when they left.

Listening Ryoma continued toward where the music was coming from. The melody of the song sounded vaguely familiar to him, he didn't exactly know why. The music kept on going on, and then it stopped in the middle, leaving the echo of the melody incomplete. Standing in front of the door, he slid it open and glanced inside, noticing that the room held some instruments ranging from Harp, guitar, and one large baby grand piano in the middle of the wooden floor. Paddling in he shut the door behind him, tugging the bucket and the rags he had for cleaning. He didn't see anyone in the room, which was strange, since he swore he heard music from the room.

"Echizen, what are you doing here?" A familiar voice called from somewhere near the window to the right side.

Glancing that way Ryoma notice the figure now sitting on the sill, the window was open and one of his leg was dangling out of it. "Fuji-sempai?" Golden eyes looked curiously at the tensai, wondering why he wasn't at tennis practice, since it was his first day back after so long.

"Hai Echizen." The familiar smiling face tilted to face him, with eyes closeness.

"Why aren't you at practice?" Ryoma voice bluntly, after all he wasn't one to beat around the bush unless it had to do with perhaps games, tennis, and tormenting inferior idiots.

"Sa sa…" Fuji mumbles slightly then turn his attention back outside, "I didn't feel like it." However, the real reason was that he didn't want to see Tezuka after the incident today. It was understandable of course, what with the fact after teasing Tezuka a bit, the captain would probably either one strangle him, two shoot him, or three make him run laps. He didn't want to provoke anymore when he knew that he push Tezuka to the limits of his temperament without trying.

Ryoma shrugged and started to clean the desks and the room. "You can't always run away Fuji-sempai."

"Eh?"

"Our match we still have to play it." Ryoma stated, it sounded like tennis of course, but he meant something different, he was stating the day when Fuji had left ill and the look they had shared. "I still have to beat you."

Syusuke smiled and slid his leg inside the room and then got off the windowsill. "Of course we will play."

Watching Ryoma pause in his cleaning to give him a contemplating look, then shrugged. "Itsuyo."

Fuji knew what Ryoma meant; it was obvious by the slight shift of his body, and the changes in those golden orbs. The inward message, when he stared at him for a bit. Ryoma was to damn tempting for his own good and for Fuji whom wasn't a saint since he was born before as Machidiel meant that sometimes it wasn't wise to tempt the devil's son. Especially since, he was now the embodiment of Fuji Syusuke the tennis prodigy with a sadistic sense of humor.

Oh yes, a thing were about to get more interesting, but was it a good thing or a bad thing?

Trailing with a sensual grace Fuji's hand whipped out and latched onto Ryoma's arm jerking he sent the boy sprawling onto the table with his back pressed against the cool table top. "Nani??" The young boy yelped startled, "Fuji-sempai what are you mmph…"

The tensai had silence the other with his lips; his fingers were entangled in the younger boy's hair. When he felt the younger boy's lips part for air, he took advantage of it, sliding his tongue in to lick the lower lips then diving in to taste the sweet nectar that was Ryoma. Amused Fuji tasted something close to grapes, and quickly identified it to be the wonder boy's favorite Ponta (Fonta) drink. After thoroughly molesting the young lips, the tensai slid down to suck on the younger prodigies neck.

Moans were drawn from Ryoma as his hands wandered restlessly against Fuji's school shirt. Then a subtle nip on his neck and the sucking continued. Until Fuji pulled away sliding his hand through his hair to straighten it back to its original form. His eyes were now fully open staring at the clouded golden orbs that were fully aroused and confused by what just happened. "Mmm…I win." Tugging on his shirt, he smiled his usual smile, "If you want to play again Echizen. I'll be happy to oblige." He then left the boy still sprawled in the same position.

Ryoma felt stunned and tried to tug down his cap, but noticing in embarrassment that he didn't have it with him. Lowering his head he muttered softly, "Mada mada dane."

~*~*~*~*~

Yuuta was tired by the time he manage to get back to his dorm room. Trudging in he slip off his Yonex tennis bag and unzipped it taking out the books he stored with the stack of homework he had done during his absence from school.

It as good to be back here in his room, even though he did miss his sister's cooking, since the food here was programmed and planned by the tennis club manager Mizuki Hajime.

Amused at the thought of Mizuki, he continued to unpack his things, he had to convince him that he was needed home since his sister had fallen ill. Of course, since it had nothing to do with his Aniki, Mizuki graciously let him go home, after shoving him with five essay problems, and six chapters of calculus homework, that he wanted him to work on, while gone. Since it was to be hand in to his teachers, once he had arrived back.

A knock on his door made him lift his head, "Come in…" He called out, while sticking the cake, his sister had made for him in his desk. The door swung open to reveal Mizuki dressed in his normal Chinese purple rose shirt. It was a normal sight for Yuuta, though it had taken several days for him to stop flinching at the color clash.

"Yuuta-kun, I hope your sister is well now…" Mizuki spoke with a pleasant voice.

Yuuta beam slightly, "Hai. She is very well, thank you for asking Mizuki-san." He slid another book onto his shelf, and wonder what the tennis manager was here for; certainly, this wasn't all that he wanted to ask him.

"Yuuta-kun are you alright?"

"Hai?"

Mizuki walked in carefully and closed the door, "You seem a bit preoccupied and did you gain weight?" Dark aquamarine eyes survey Yuuta up and down.

Yuuta flushed under the glaze, "I am not sure Mizuki-san."

The older boy pursed his lips together and drew out an tsking noise. "You shouldn't let yourself go especially when you have left us for one week." The other smirked slightly, "I guess I just have to up your menu to double."

"Mizuki-san I am bit tired, I can't really do anything right now except maybe sleep." The younger boy protested his silver eyes beseeched his comrade for a bit of rest. Sometimes Mizuki could be an extreme slave driver, especially if he was irked, or even angered.

"Doesn't matter Yuuta-kun your going to run til you cry out in mercy, beside I can't have my favorite going soft now can I…?" Saying so Mizuki prodded Yuuta's stomach lightly, a different gleam was located in the ever-calculating young man's eyes. "Indeed we can't let you go to waste…"

Outside the doorway Atsushi Kisarazu was walking by Fuji Yuuta's room, in his arms he carried tons of books that he had borrowed from the library. A loud voice made him stop in his track.

"Aa….Mizuki-san why are you coming closer?"

'That was Yuuta-san's voice' Atsushi thought puzzled as to why Mizuki was in the younger mans' room.

"Mizuki-san that's my belt, wah…don't put your hands on that!!!!"

"Now Yuuta-kun, you know that we can't have you going down…" Mizuki's voice purrs from behind the door.

Yuuta's voice cries out, "Mizuki-san!! Just let me sleep please!! I'm tired."

"Doesn't matter you will do as I SAY!"

"Aa….hai Mizuki-san."

Atsushi sigh softly turning away from the door he felt a large sweat drop form on his head. He knew he shouldn't make such hasty conclusions, but it seem that he couldn't help it. Then again, he never thought that Mizuki would be into someone like Fuji Yuuta. They were total opposite, but then again it should have been obvious to him.

His red ribbon fluttered behind him as he resume his walk toward his dorm room. Indeed, it should have been obvious to him that Mizuki was gay, with the capital letter G. After all, by the way, he acted let alone all the skin product's that the tennis manger owns it should have been a large tip off. Then again, Atsushi was one to reserve his judgment, but for today, he couldn't seem to find anyway to make excuses from the truth. That Mizuki indeed was gay and that was probably by now molesting Fuji-san.

He pities the boy. After all, when Mizuki wanted something, he would make your life miserable until he got it. Atsushi had seen it happen many times when Mizuki was denied what he wanted, and made it high in hell waters until he finally did acquire what he wanted.

Indeed, he pitied Fuji-san very much.

~*~*~*~*~

When Ryoma went home he was exhausted, today, Tezuka was in a bigger foul mood then usual. He had the regulars run close to fifty laps, with Inui's evil menu plan that was doubled. It was indeed a horrible day for him.

Walking through the door, he mumbles tiredly. "Tadaima."

"Ah Seishounen your back." Nanjirou stuck is head out and looked at his son. "I have something to tell you."

"Nnn?" Ryoma questioned while rubbing his eyes.

Nanjirou was still holding the perverted picture books he looked at daily. "Your cat is missing."

That totally woke up the golden eye boy. "WHAT?"

"Nanako was giving the cat a bath, but it ran away." Nanjirou shrugged not understanding the attachment that his son had to the feline that seem to like to torment him at every turn.

Ryoma groan frustrated, he quickly turn around and walked out of his home to go look for his cat. Of all days, it had to be today that his cat disappeared.

Meanwhile Karupin had managed to dry himself thoroughly after escaping the dreaded water-torturing device known as the bathtub. Looking around curious he notice that he was in some green grassy area with a lakeside view. A butterfly flew past him, and seeing it the cat decided to chase after the reddish black interesting insect.

Until he stumbled over a leg, glancing up puzzled Karupin stared into a set of sapphire eyes and a smiling face. Smelling the man, he notices that there was a faint scent of his owner on him.

Fuji of course was amused by the kitten; after all this was the second informal time, he met the Himalayan cat. That belonged to Echizen Ryoma, and it seems for some strange reason the cat was circling him sniffing here and there. Then Karupin finally his sniffing he decided that he liked this weird individual that held his owner's scent and scrambled onto Fuji's stomach where it was the warmest and curled up into a ball.

Shaking his head, Fuji softly strokes the kitten earning a purring sound. The cat surely did get around more then usual. Of course, Fuji knew about the anxiety that Ryoma would probably be in now, since it was evidently clear by what Momoshiro had told him and Eiji. "Sa sa…" He whispered quietly, "I think I should get you home to your owner, since he is probably looking for you now."

Ocean blue eyes open to regard him quietly and then close, indeed this cat was Ryoma's, by the way, it acted and how it carried itself. Amused Fuji slid to his feet while carrying the cat in his arms. "Come along now, before your owner does something drastic." 'Like cry.' Fuji thought, and he didn't want that sort of emotion to ever creep into those golden orbs that he so admired and loved.

Three hours later after searching the completely area boy wonder hand reach his home. His body ached so badly and he still hadn't found Karupin. Hoping beyond all hope that his cat would had at least found his way home he opened the door and walked in, "Tadaima." He mumbles tiredly.

"Okaeri nasai, Echizen." The same voice that has been haunting his mind and dreams called out.

Jerking his head up startled Ryoma froze at the sight of Fuji sitting down on the floor with Karupin in his lap playing with the catnip toy that he had bought for his cat. It was an endearing sight, normally anyone else in that sort of position would have seemed out of place, but Fuji didn't he blended in perfect. Almost like, he belongs in the Echizen household playing with Ryoma's cat.

"Oi Seishounen aren't you going to thank young man for bringing back your cat?" Nanjirou called out from behind Fuji.

Ryoma by now had walked closer and Fuji had gently place the precious bundle of fur into wonder boys arms. "Domo."

Fuji just kept smiling, "Sa sa it is alright, I know he means something to you." Sapphire glinted from the slight slated look that the tensai gave Ryoma. "It wouldn't be good if you had lost him." Standing up, he bow to Nanjirou, "I'll be taking my leave now Echizen-san."

Nanjirou waved his hand, "Iie, thank you for bringing my baka son's cat back." Feeling slightly uncomfortable when flash cold eyes stared at him, then the smile was back with the closed eye look. Relief flooded into Nanjirou's body immediately, knowing that he had to watch what he called his son around this young man. Obviously, he was one that was protective of his son, which was rather odd, since he didn't know anything about his son's tennis teammates.

Fuji of course just turned away and looked at Ryoma slightly, "Sa sa walks me to the gate Echizen." It wasn't a request it was a command a demand from the taller boy.

Ryoma was oblivious to this; after all, he was happy that Karupin was returned back to him, even though the one to find him and bring him back was Fuji. Therefore, after placing his cat down on the floor, he walked with Fuji out of the door.

Nanjirou didn't dare trend anywhere near the door; he knew that there was something peculiar and dangerous about that boy. Well okay that was a bit exaggerating it was more as if the other was psychic, he knew when you were there, and he knew what you were almost thinking. Moreover, the complete close eye look and smile was unnerving and rather creepy. However, he wasn't Nanjirou's problem, he was his son's problem, one that seem to possess some hidden depth.

Fuji walked beside Ryoma and then stopped next to a tree. Ryoma blinked puzzled as to why the other had stopped so suddenly. Finally the tensai turned around and looked at Ryoma, his lips were curved slightly upward. "Ne…Echizen."

Shadows were casted around the two boys, due to the lateness of the evening and the only sources of light were either from the house or from the streetlights.

"Nnnn?" Curious golden eyes glanced at his sempai.

"Did you miss me?" And before Ryoma could reply he felt himself slammed into the hard trunk of the tree. A hard body was pressing him against it while lips caress and teases his right ear.

"Fuji-sempai…" Ryoma groan when he felt hands pressed on the hard bulge that was cover by the thick cloth of his school pants.

Fuji purred softly into the younger boys ears. "I've surely missed you." Hands slid easily between Ryoma's pants to squeezed and caress Ryoma's rear. Drawing more moans from the tormented boy.

"Why are you doing this?" Ryoma gasped aloud, earning a slight smack on his rear from the ever so pleasurable hands.

"Don't you like what I am doing Echizen?" Fuji mumbles as he drew his hands out and slid them over green locks of hair, and then down the slim neck. "Didn't you enjoy it?"

"I…" Ryoma licked his lips slightly puzzled then stared at the other wondering what he was up to. "It just doesn't make sense…why you're doing this, when we didn't…"

Lips sealed off the explanation, and then parted slightly to whisper. "I like you Echizen. And I am certain that you like me too do you not?"

The nod from the younger boy made Fuji smile even more. "Sa sa. Tell me when you want more from me. I am patient enough to wait for you."

"Eh?"

"You'll understand later." Fuji replied as he walked away and then looked at Ryoma with heavily eye look, "Look in your room I left you something…" Then he was gone in a flash, only thing the young boy could do was gap slightly confused, and yet wondering how all of this had happened. But then that was rather obsolete sort of thinking.

Pressing his fingers to his lips he felt his face flush at how puffy, they felt, groaning he slumped against the wall in frustration. If he went into the house, his father would be curious as to why his lips were so bruised. Then again, if he didn't go in, his father would end up going out yelling at him to get his ass inside. The stiffness in his pants made walking awkward for the young boy, and he knew that if he didn't somehow gain some control over himself he would end up making a mess in his school pains. Which would earn questions from his Okaa-san when she did his laundry; indeed the world was looking a bit peachy right now.

Ryoma didn't really comprehend what all of this had to do with anything lately. Yet, the way Fuji pressed him into the tree felt familiar and yet honestly scary. It was arousing and terrifying to face someone so strong, seductive, and even passionately deep. He doubted that he would ever meet another like the tensai. And if he did he would think the end of the world was coming, since having two Fuji Syusuke running around was both a nightmare, and pure suicide.

Groaning the image of two Fuji's weren't exactly turning down his hard on; rather it made it jump up more insistently. Shaking his head, he started to try to think about something to stop the insistent torture in his pants.

'Water' No—that reminded him of Fuji's eyes, not the clear crystal color, but the deeper shade of blue.

'Inui Juice' The thought didn't help -- the image of Fuji swallowing the substance and his throat contracting on the liquor and how it might feel to have that mouth on him again…ARGH okay perhaps that wasn't a best action to think of something that would relate to the tensai.

Breathing deeply he quickly brought up his hand and bite into it hard, hoping that the pain would somehow dull out the strain in his pains. Hot licks of passion flared quickly and then died down, due to the pain. In a way, it was rather masochistic of Ryoma to use pain to bring down his sexual drive. Oh how Fuji would have a field day if only he could see the younger boy suffering from the pure physical strains.

Relieved with the dulling of his ardor, he tugged his hat over his face, hoping to hide things well enough that he could rush to his room.

Pushing away from the tree wonder boy stalk into the house, taking off his shoe and then headed up stairs, seriously glad that for once that his father was too immersed in his dirty magazine to pay attention to him. Yes, it was a blessing to say the least, and of course when Karupin saw his owner run up the stairs and he had followed faithfully.

Ryoma had entered his room a blur of beige and dark brown flew past him, just as he had close the door. "Karupin…" Blinking in surprise, the golden eye-boy bent down to pick up his cat.

Karupin purred licking the hand that petted him. The smell of the strange ran over his owner, making Karupin purr, after all he had gotten use to each boy's scent by now. In addition, it was obvious as to what sort of purpose the tensai had in his owner's life. After all, it was obvious about time that his owner had gotten a playmate.

The young prodigy sighs softly and felt comforted by his pet, and then he remembered that Fuji had mentioned a gift he had left in his room. It also put off Ryoma a bit that the other had ventured into his private domain even though it was a bit cluttered, okay that was a lie it was very messy. Yet, by what he could tell the other had taken care not to move anything, leaving everywhere it was, however the object on his bed told him of what the Tensai had indeed left him something. Setting Karupin on the bed, he walked over and sat on the bed to pick up the box.

Pulling open the lid, he notices that there were two other boxes inside. Sighing in exasperation, he hopes that this wasn't one of the tensai's practical jokes. It would be disappointing if it was, cause it wasn't very much fun doing that whole open boxes until you get into the center of the final box with the gift.

Taking out the smaller box first, Ryoma lifted up the lid after tugging off the ribbon and stared at a slim collar, it was light in his hand, and the color was in the shade of dark blue, it had a small feather shape tag with the name Karupin printed on it. On the back was his home address engraved, looking at it, he notice that his cat was eyeing the object suspiciously.

It cautiously walked into his lap and sniffed at the object and then glances up at him with puzzled eyes and Meowed in question. Asking whether that was meant for him, Ryoma stroke his kitten until the Himalayan cat was purring. And with silent stealth he slid the collar around his cat's neck, snapping it into place.

Karupin had cocked it's head a bit annoyed at being tricked, but then after a few plays with the cat tail he totally forgotten about the collar around his neck. Then again it looked good the collar, it was slim enough that the chain blended into Karupin's fur, yet the tag rested on the breast of the cat indicating that he belong to Ryoma. It was thoughtful of Fuji to get his cat a collar; it also made him feel soft and warm, almost as if the other understood his devotion and love for the silly feline of his.

Only a few knew of the young boys love for the small kitten, Momo was one, and it seem that Fuji was another, and there was his family. Ryoma had received Karupin when he was in America, it was a gift given to him to help him cope with being in a new place.

Ryoma didn't exactly remember who it was that had given him Karupin, however all he knew was that it was the first thing that he had ever felt so attracted and attached too. The feline was there when he came home; he was there when Ryoma went to different area's, wherever Ryoma went the cat went. Karupin was the first stable thing that Ryoma had in his life, when he ventured into the America's. So it was understandable about the bond between owner and feline.

Curious about what the other item might be Ryoma took out the larger box and slid open the cover, after untangling the other ribbon. Inside laid a deep green photo album. Lifting it up the young boy opened the book on the first page the image of Fuji holding Karupin in his arm, with his eyes opened stared at the camera with amusement. Startled he turned the page to look at the back of the page to see an image of himself during a match against St. Rudolph. After a few more pages, Ryoma notice that some of these pictures were taken by Fuji when he had brought his camera; other's were taken when individuals were unaware of many things. Odd comments were filled in the margin area's next to the picture, while arrows were drawn here or there. Of course, some of the comments were amusing; some were dialogue's of each regular's battle cries.

Ryoma was entranced with the item, until he came to the last few pages; here things were a bit strange. A photo was pasted in the page, by what Ryoma could tell it was a figure standing in the dark, his body was naked. His hand was stretched out in the dark toward the camera almost as if he as reaching for another, or requesting someone to join him. Squinting Ryoma lifted the book up on his lap to take a clearer look at it, when he notices that the picture wasn't fully stuck onto the page. There was a white slip of paper that had been cleverly hidden in the folds of the picture, sliding it out, wonder boy unwrapped the carefully folded paper to stare at cursive writing of English staring back at him. ~*I'm waiting for you…don't forget to miss me Ryo-kun.*~ S

'S?' Ryoma stare at the letter in vague confusion, oblivious to the fact that S stood for Syusuke, the little chibi boy didn't really remember the first name of the other. All he knew was that Fuji was Fuji; it would be strange by what he could tell that the other would give him a message with a different Initial. Shrugging he flipped another page, Karupin of course was in his lap looking at the picture's it's paw once in a while pressed against the images.

Turning the page wonder boy stared at two black feathers' crossed together on one of the page. Bringing his fingers up he caressed the dark obsidian feathers that was lined with silver, it shimmer against his fingers, trickling it. With each caress the feather seem to glow silver, it was amazing, and yet strange, Ryoma wonder how exactly Fuji had manage to create something that could glow. However, this was Fuji, the tensai always did manage to do things that were the most unpredictable.

Golden eyes closed as he continued to stroke the feather with the tip of his finger. Up and down, he could feel a strange wave emitting from the glowing feather. Karupin purred in his lap, almost as if he too could feel it, hear it.

The vibrations sung and the traces of a melody passed through Ryoma's eardrums, until the sound of his heartbeat seem to pound in beat with the song. A song that only the occupants of the room could seem to feel, and hear, a song that sung of lust, sadness, entailing challenges, and the lost of someone dear, the longing.

With the last faint chords that ended the song, the feather started to fade in its silver glow to nothing but blackness. Ryoma stopped stroking the feather at the end of the lulling tune, his eyes opened to glance down.

Karupin was staring at him with eyes that were unreadable. The feline knew something it knew a secret that Ryoma so wanted to know. Yet, it wouldn't clue him in on it. It was mocking him with the words 'Mada Mada Dane.'

It was foolish for Ryoma to think his cat was hiding something from him. It was ridiculous that he was haunted by a song that seems to come from feathers. Frustration wasn't something that Ryoma enjoyed; déjà vu was another thing that he didn't like feeling too. Yet, all of the things seem familiar, Fuji's eyes, the feathers, the song that the young tensai played, and the ever present lingering looks that past between the two.

It was all familiar, but ever time boy wonder tried to remember all he hit was a wall that seem to grow higher and higher. He couldn't go over it, he couldn't go through it and it was certain that he couldn't go around it. He was stuck, it was infuriating and annoying, he wanted to know the secret, and he wanted to know the truth of the memories that were locked away. For the only time he seems to get to the truth was when he was asleep, but when he awoke, he could only feel the lingering of their presences diminish until it faded to nothingness.

Sighing he close the book shut, Karupin quickly scramble out of his lap as he shifted to flop onto his belly burying his face into the pillow. To many questions, to many troubles, it was so complicated.

The little boy prefer to have things simple rather then complicated, when things got complicated it meant that screw ups happen, people get hurt, and one end up losing themselves to problems that came one after another. He didn't want that, and even though he knew that questioning all of these feelings of familiarity was making things complicated, he couldn't walk away from them. He couldn't ignore them and simply play tennis, his priorities were now shot to a massive pile of mush.

"You could let me in on the secret Karupin." Ryoma mumbled quietly, but all he got was a tail in the face, when he turned to stare into ocean blue eyes. They spoke to him saying that he wasn't ready and it wasn't time and went back to ignoring him, while settling to stare at the fly that was buzzing around on the window panel.

Snorting Ryoma just turned around and tugged the blanket over his head, hoping that if he slept perhaps things would just go away from being complicated to being simple. If only things were only that simple for poor boy wonder, if only he didn't find interest in the other, then perhaps he wouldn't end up on the roster for those that Fuji Syusuke would end up molesting.

The world was filled with shit and right now Ryoma was swimming through a ton of it, at the expense of his sanity.

[Note: Another chapter is done, and uploaded. Joy to the world I suppose is one way to put it. ^^;; Reviews are so nice these days. *Yawns* Though being sleepy isn't a good thing especially when one is feeling rather put off with midterms. Well I hope I find time to write more after this, but who knows what might happen, after I finish everything.]