Title: Un conte des êtres celestrial
A Tale of Celestrial Beings
Chapter: 7
Status on Chapter: Completed
By Fuji S. Yuki

It hurt. His whole body felt like it was on fire; it wasn't like any pain that he had suffers before. This was different it was sharp acute and extraneous. "Kuso." Ryoma hissed while clenching his arms around the middle of his abdominal.

The little boy didn't understand why this was happening to him, after the fall, he didn't think he was injured badly. Fuji had avoided his questions regarding the other's wings, and then now -this- unbearable uncommon fever.

The stairs creaked and he turned his hazed golden orbs at the door, it slid open and a half a sleep Fuji walked in with a tray full of items. "Fuji-sempai…" Ryoma hissed while clenching his hands more, "What?"

"I heard you tossing and turning. I came to see why…" Fuji questioned and set the tray down, and kneels next to Ryoma. "What is wrong Echizen?"

Throat dry, hand still fisted, Ryoma didn't want to show that he was hurt, but this was too much. The feeling of something trying to tear out from his body was something he wants to stop. "It hurts…"

"What does Echizen?"

"My –back- it hurts." Ryoma felt slight tears creeping into his eyes, as another wave of pain shudder through his small frame.

Fuji opens his eyes to stare into the pain filled orbs. The one thing he never wanted was for his beloved to suffer from pain, standing up, he walked toward the tray, a hand latched onto his wrist and a choke sob came from behind him. "Don't leave me."

Clenching his left hand, he loosens it slightly, and whispers softly, "I am not going anywhere Echizen. I am just going to get something to help you."

Comforted by the fact that the other wasn't leaving because he sounded weak, Ryoma let go of the wrist he grasps. Sweat slid down his forehead, his face was an alabaster shade instead of its normal golden glow. The tensai knew this was going to happen, it was inevitable; after all, he was a trigger for the young boy and the same for Ryoma. Bringing the tray closer to the bed, he sat down and slid the cup into his hand, "Drink this—"

Helping Ryoma consume the herbal remedy that he had prepared, he watched, the potion would dim the pain slightly, however the pain would still stay, and sharpen when the other awoken. When golden eyes turn to look at him in slight thanks, he made his move, "Do you want me to help take away most of the pain Echizen?"

Ryoma felt cold and nod his head, he would take whatever he could from Fuji to help him. The other didn't mean him any harm, let alone to cause any pain, sure he enjoys the suffering of others. However, it didn't mean he was cruel. "Onegaishimas."

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When Ryoma came too, he notices that he was lying on his stomach, sitting up; he noted that he was nude. Golden eyes survey the area, a flutter from behind him, made him glance over his shoulder. Clenching a hand to his forehead, he frowned when he saw pure dove color wings attach to his back.

Then the images start to assault his senses making him groan. "Aa your awake." Fuji's voice came from the corner of the room; the other was enshrouded in the shadow.

It made Ryoma frown slightly, when he didn't notice the other, after all, it should have been obvious. "What?"

"You've awakened. I know your probably confused Ryoma or should I say Chamuel." Fuji stroll into the light, his deep midnight eyes were open, one arm was crossed over his waist, while he look faintly concern. Fuji was a bit tired from cleaning Ryoma's wings, however he didn't want his love to wake up to the feeling of dirty wings. Not to mention if left unclean it would cause a infection, that would be painful.

"Chamuel—" Ryoma blinked and shook his head, "What you do to me?"

"I didn't do anything, Echizen." Fuji s straddles a chair with his legs, facing the other.

Ryoma felt confused, he didn't understand all of these images in his mind. He didn't understand what they mean, and yet they felt familiar. "I'm supposed to be dead." He didn't understand any of this; he looked at his chest and felt around, yet it seems normal except for a faint thin line over it. "But if I am dead, why am I—"

Fuji notices the lost look standing up he walked to the other and held him in his arms. "Sshh…I am here, just rest now-love- just rest." So Fuji held the other in his arms while Ryoma tiredly comply and slept.

A teacup shattered onto the wooden floor, Tezuka slumped against the wall bracing it. His round frame glasses fell onto the floor, and he felt his hands claw against the floor.

Image of a garden flooded into his mind. A man surrounded by golden light stood before him with wide spread wings, and encrusted robes. "Sadriel I want you to meet someone." The man Michael gesture beckon from the side of the garden for someone to approach them.

A slim child walked slowly to them, he wore a white sports shirt, and had a hat on his head, with white shorts. However, that wasn't what caught Sadriel's attention, it was when the other lifted his head to look at them with golden orbs. "Chamuel I want you to meet Sadriel, he will be your guide in your newly promoted level. Sadriel this is Chamuel your new charge I do hope you give him a warm welcome for all of us."

Sadriel bow his head, "Aa…I'll be sure too Michael."

This brought a smile out of the higher level angel, "I am sure you will, have fun both of you. I have to go now, I have other duties to attend too." With that, he flew off, while Chamuel and Sadriel eye each other warily.

"You're an archangel?" Sadriel question quietly.

Chamuel nods his head, "Yeah do you got a problem with that?"

"Not really, it is just odd that we have someone so young at this level." Sadriel stated while gesturing with his hand, "Shall we go?"

"Sure."

Tezuka breathed hard shaking his head as another flash shot through his body.


"Why do we have to fight against evil all the time?" Chamuel look vaguely bored, while training with his powers.

Sadriel eye his charge in amusement, "It's our duty."

"That sounds like a order. I don't like it. It is almost as if we are mindless robots." Chamuel grumbles.

Sadriel suppressed a sigh, "Then why are you an archangel?"

"I tested and passed the test." Chamuel tug on his cap, "Michael though it would do me some good to be productive or something."

Sadriel patiently drew his sword and struck against the barrier that Chamuel had cast quickly. "Your still young, you wouldn't understand the reason behind it all." Slicing the barrier, he charges against the younger angel.

"I understand enough." Chamuel brought up his sword and fire shot out of the blade to block and attack at the same time. "I understand that we are fighting a war that we don't even have a clue as to how it begun."

Sadriel hisses when the flames hit his robe, and threw out a coolant spell. , "Don't question God and his ways. That was the reason why the one called Morning Star had been exiled. If you question him, you might end up the same way Chamuel."

"If I was like him Sadriel would you attack me too?" Chamuel question striking when the other hesitated, the sword in Sadriel's hand flew out of his grasp and hit the floor vibrating from the impact. "Would you kill me, just because I had another way of thinking?"

Sadriel harden himself, "It is a duty to make sure that evil doesn't over run the world."

Chamuel stared at Sadriel quietly then turn around, "But I am not evil just because I think differently." He then walks away, until Michael walked in front of the other boy talking to him in quiet whispers. A slight stiffening of his posture, he felt himself being lead back to Sadriel.

Michael had a serious frown on his face, "Sadriel we need you and Chamuel to watch the other's and the gates in sector 120. It seems one of the captive follower of Morning Star has escaped. We need to make sure he doesn't escape."

The blonde hair man felt slight discord. "He isn't ready yet." Gesturing at the younger boy clearly displeased that he would be taking a rookie with him.

"He seem efficient to me when you knock that sword out of your hand Sadriel." Michael said in faint amusement. "I think he is ready."

Stiffening Sadriel bow his golden head, "As you wish."

Michael eye his friend slightly then nods, "Alright then, be sure to be careful while down there. I am counting on you two."

Tezuka groan clutching his head, and panted, "Chamuel." He keeled over, his back arching upward in several microbes of time until tearing sounds were heard. Eyes flashing silver, he felt himself slammed against the wall where a mirror was located. His hand came from his shoulder then pressed against the mirror where bloody handprints were smeared. All Tezuka could focus on was the pain, the feelings, the imagery and flashes that flooded through him. Until one image pause in front of his eyes of Fuji smiling it flickered back and forth from a different looking individual. A older looking Fuji back to a younger version, his shoulder pulsed, and his chest heaved from the face running pace of his heart. "Fuji…" Hand stretched across his chest, "Fu…ji…" He then fell into unconsciousness, the glow of his body pulse and vibrated with intensity.

Fuji lifted his head from the pillow his arm was still wrapped around Ryoma, his sapphire eyes slid to the window, knowing that the time would be arriving soon. It would become either tragedy or a new resolution to his and Ryoma's life. Fingers stroke the creamy emerald hair; he smiled a genuine smile when the young boy called his name. "Don't worry, I'm here. I've finally found you I'll never let you go now, Ryoma."

As if he heard Fuji's declaration the younger boy snuggle closer to the warm of his significant other.

Fuji knew it wouldn't be long before the hunter would come for him and Chamuel. He also knew it wouldn't be long until Morning Star's seeker would find him. The power he let loose when he had glided to catch Ryoma had trigger off the boys change at an accelerate rate, it also had let others know of his presence. When Ryoma had awaken, it was a trigger for those on the other side to know that he lived as well, soon both side would try to find them. Whether for punishment or for something else he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he would go down fighting if he was ever separated from his love, and yet if Chamuel no Ryoma wished for him to be gone. Then he would do as his love requested, he couldn't neglect the wishes of the one he love. He couldn't ignore what the other wanted, for to hold onto the other against his will wasn't something Fuji wanted.

Yumiko was located at her hotel room; she had done a reading already for several clients. It had earned her a hearty sum that would be stored away in the trust funds that she had created for her brothers. She already had enough money stored away for the household expenses and necessities. Her parents were never home and they sent her some money occasionally, when they stop from their business travels. A bit worried about her brother, she knew that he should be fine especially when he was with Mada Mada-kun. What she worries about is the chain reaction that would occur. She knew it was inevitable it was perhaps destiny between those two, and that the people that were involved with them would change at an immense level.

Yumiko was fine with that as long her brother wasn't hurt. Pulling out her taro cards she did a reading for her brother once again checking to see if something happened. What the card gave her was the same selection except now she pulled the card of the lover instead of devil. Pausing she stare at the lovers card. It brought a smile on her face. Yes, her brother might be happy now, maybe they even had done something naughty together. She has to ask him once she comes back home. She couldn't wait, besides there was a small urge to take a look at the boy that stolen her brother's heart. Rubbing her hands together gleefully, she put away the cards, and turns off the lights of her room to snuggle down to sleep.

–Yes- Yumiko couldn't wait until she meets Echizen Ryoma.

The dunk smash tennis player stood at the court looking around clearly unhappy. Many of the regulars had turn up missing, one was Ryoma because he was sick and he was being taken care of by Fuji-sempai. However, even though he misses the boys smirk and his battle ready attitude the one thing that disturbed him was that Tezuka-buchou was missing as well. Three members were missing there wasn't much fun for them all. The amethyst eyes calculated what the chances were for the captain to be gone. However, Oishi made the announcement that answers many of their questions. "Tezuka isn't coming because he is sick, he caught a cold."

Kawamura looks worried, "I hope he is alright, first Fujiko got sick, then Echizen, and now Tezuka. I know it's been one week since Fujiko had started to take care of the boy."

Eiji flay his arms around, "Nyah I hope none of us end up sick."

"Hsssh…" Kaidoh hisses in annoyance.

Inui of course was taking down notes, "Perhaps those three are doing something together."

"WAH?" Momoshiro and Eiji cried out in alarm.

"What do you mean Inui?" Eiji shouted, while Momoshiro cried out 'Inui-sempai' instead.

"Just what I said." Inui said, his glasses glinting in the light with deviousness. "No it can't be." Oishi started to hold his head, "Echizen is still young, and Fuji and Tezuka aren't that way. What if it is true? Would this traumatize the young boy? What would his parents say?"

Inui of course was busy taking notes happily, while Momoshiro looked at Inui dissuading, "You did that on purpose didn't you Inui-sempai?"

"Of course." The data tennis player said happily while Kaidoh hissed. Of course, the coach appeared yelling at them to get to work.

The captain of the tennis club stood in front of a mirror, the memories were revived in him except for a few parts that seem blurred. He realizes many things about the information. A part of him that was Sadriel constantly told him to go and take back Chamuel that it was his duty to kill Machidiel, by what Tezuka could tell. The image of Ryoma and Fuji kept on appearing every time he remembers Chamuel and Machidiel.

However, he couldn't remember Machidiel he didn't know the other, he only knew Fuji. He had been with Fuji for so long, he knew how the other behaved, and he was considered a friend with the other. As for Ryoma, he didn't know that boy very well; he had only a couple of months since the other came to Seigaku as a freshman. The surge of anger, resentment unhappiness inside him didn't make sense, it wasn't logical. Yet, the part of him still whispered that he shouldn't feel anything for one that was evil and the son of a devil.

Tezuka clenches his hands, he didn't comprehend many things, and surely, he knew that Machidiel took Chamuel away. He also knew that his past self had loved Chamuel deeply and truly, yet there was a segment of hurt there. The captain knew that when emotions were involved logic and rationality flew out of the window.

With a flexing of his body he made his wings disappear in a flash, he didn't feel guilty for lying to the group at school; he needed time to straighten out himself. He also didn't want to see Ryoma or Fuji since it would trigger unknown emotions inside of him that might cause him to do harm to the two people that he lead.

Closing his eyes he reaches for his glasses to slid them on, shielding away the Sadriel that he keeps on seeing, when he didn't wear the spectacles. A door bell rang, he wonder who it could be, by the time he got there, he notice that it was the regulars, cursing inwardly, he open the door. "Aa…Tezuka sorry to bother you. We were concerned if you were alright." Oishi nervously spoke.

Tezuka nods his head, thinking it would be wise to remain silent. Perhaps he could fool them into thinking he was truly sick, even though he hated lying right now he was still tired from what he had learned.

Inui pop up behind Oishi scribbling down, "It seems that Tezuka isn't with Fuji or Echizen."

Tezuka felt a vein pop up on his forehead and he gesture at Inui with his finger. Inui didn't see it because he was too busy writing his data ii. Oishi sweat drops and laughs nervously, "He is just joking Tezuka aren't you Inui?"

Snapping his book shut Inui look at Tezuka with a smirk, "It is data that it is—"

If Tezuka could he would have brought out something and hit the spiky hair boy with it. However, since he considered himself as a dignified individual such behavior would seem rather out of character.

"Well I hope you feel better, drink a lot of tea Tezuka, and I hope to see you soon." Oishi babbled while dragging Inui away, all Tezuka did was nod and close the door.

Leaning against the door, Tezuka sighs softly, walking toward his room. The imprint of blood on his mirror made him flinch, it was lucky that his parents didn't see the state of his room. He still didn't know why exactly he was bleeding let alone how he had become injured.

Fingers trembling he stretch them out, to his right side a flash appeared and a sword stood in his hand. Flexing his hand around the hilt he stared at it, bringing it to his forehead. Just as quickly his eyes widen in shock at what he was doing the sword clattered to the floor with a clang. The question on what he should do kept on ringing in his mind.

He didn't understand what he should do, these slight urges, these unknowing parts of him that keeps blanking out sometimes. If this kept on going on he wouldn't be able to function in tennis. He couldn't accept that, he was Tezuka Kunimitsu. His team depends on him to get far ahead in tennis to look up to him to lead them. Yet why does he feel lonely and cold all of a sudden?

The Mamushi was not thrilled at the prospect of going to his Kouhai's house let alone invading his privacy with Fuji. The tensai was something that Kaidoh's instincts warn not to get near let alone piss him off.

It was a self-preservation instinct that served the snake player well enough whenever he was being bullied or picked on. Many times this instinctive nagging feel saved his rear, when he was about to get hit by someone malice or if his beloved little brother was getting picked on.

In a way he wanted to make sure, his little brother never had to go through hell like he did. He didn't want the innocent smiles and the happiness drain out of his precious family. The weakness in him was his brother and his personality the same could be said about Fuji.

Kaidoh knew the reason he could empathize with the other. He would do whatever it took to protect those that he held close and the same could be said about Fuji-sempai. However right now Fuji's protective instinct was centered on Echizen Ryoma, which meant bad news to those that decided to hurt the boy let alone bother him.

Kaidoh hisses cursing the data tennis player. The taller boy didn't threaten him with the Inui juice then he wouldn't be in this predicament. Okay that was a lie it wasn't just because Inui threaten him with that blasted juice. The tall boy himself influenced Kaidoh and made him into putty.

The Mamushi hissed when he felt Eiji tugged him onward in front of the door. Momoshiro was looking around slightly tense, perhaps it was because he knew something was up with Fuji and Ryoma. Pressing the button for the doorbell they waited in front, Eiji kept a straight hold on the other boy. "I hope Fuji is alright and I wonder if O'chibi. NYAH!"

Momoshiro smirked, "I am sure they should be fine, after all Echizen is quite a bastard when it comes to tennis and Fuji-sempai is invincible."

"Niao! You're right that could be Nyah because Fuji won't let a tiny illness get him down. Besides I brought him his homework and the results for his paper like sensei said." The hyperactive red head bounced next to the two taller boys, padding sounds came from behind the sliding door and then slid open to reveal a vaguely messy looking tensai.

"Aa—minna what are you doing here?" The smile was in place and by the looks of things; he was rumpled with dirt here and there.

Momo blinked, "Eh Fuji-sempai what happened?"

Fuji just laughs softly, "Oh just Ryoma being stubborn." This drew Kaidoh's attention when Fuji spoke of the first year's name. Normally Fuji would have called his kouhai by Echizen, but as of now it seem he called him Ryoma.

Slight stiffening beside him let him know that the dunk smash player had noticed too. Momo began to notice the way things were arranged when they went into the home, there sat Ryoma on a sofa rumpled and looking slightly peeved. It was obvious that the other boy was still sick by the way, his face was red, and possibly, he still had a fever. However, the obvious thing that tipped Momo off was the way Fuji walked over and casually brought Ryoma into his lap.

By standard it seems both youths were use to one another meaning there was a certain intimacy between them. Momo felt discarded before it uses to be him that Echizen hanged around.

"Eh! Fuji what are you doing?" Eiji waved his arm around, while Kaidoh made himself scarce by sitting down on a chair.

Fuji just smiled while Ryoma snorted in annoyance and lean closer to the taller boy. "Kikumaru-sempai you're loud." Wonder boy whispered quietly, he didn't want anyone to come to his home and find out what was going on let alone the fact he was a very private person.

"Now Ryoma." Fuji chasted stroked the soft silky hair amused when gold eyes narrow in slight pleasure almost like a cat when pleased by the feelings. "Eiji can't you see?" Fuji kept on smiling, "Ryoma and I are boyfriends now."

"EHHHH?" The red head cried out in shock while waving his hands around, "No way? Your kidding right? You and O'chibi together?"

"Aa—" Was the response from the mahogany hair boy whom seem rather content with playing with the other boy.

"O'chibi is this true." Blue eyes were wide still not believing things were going this way, when all he received was a glare from the small boy it confirmed it all. "I normally would have thought either Fuji or O'chibi would have gone with buchou."

Kaidoh just sunk more into a slough clearly trying to avoid being noticed since he knew one way or another one of his Sempai's would stick their feet into their mouths and end up causing havoc.

Momo was still quiet through the exchanged by what he could tell he knew it was true, the two boys had gotten closer after seeing each other day by day. Before he thought he and Ryoma would have ended up together, though he never pushed it so much because he was indecisive. He liked girls and yet he liked Ryoma, he couldn't tell whether it was infatuation or love.

He was too young to think this way especially about love, but—he felt that he was losing something even though Ryoma was never his to begin with. The two boys look good together, the way Ryoma was position to the way Fuji shower his affection for wonder boy.

By the time, the conversation was finished the three boys left the other two and met up with Oishi and Inui. It didn't take long for the information to spread between the regulars and the surprise from Oishi that Echizen and Fuji were together. By the end, the regulars went their separate way. Oishi went with Eiji since both always walk together. Momo had gone off claiming he had an appointment on the street tennis that left Inui and Kaidoh together.

"Inui-sempai?"

"Nani Kaidoh?" The data tennis player asked quietly while walking beside the other boy.

The bandanna boy glances up and down then to the spiky hair boy, "Don't pry into other people's business." A silence crept between the two, "Even if it is for data and all that it is still violation of privacy."

Inui's glasses reflected in the lighted streets, "Kaidoh—data may be data, but sometimes collecting data is my way to learn of other's."

A hiss came as a reply then a splatter of anger, "Why don't you just ask instead of spying or doing all these experiments to find out."

A smirk appeared over the masculine face, "Kaidoh. Would you answer if I asked?"

"Eh?" Surprise appeared over the normally angry face.

"I want to learn about you—I want to know everything about you." Fingers wrapped around the Mamushi's wrist with a quick jerk he felt himself pressed against a phone pole.

"Sempai?"

Chuckling Inui pressed his face closer his other hand wrapped around the younger boy's wrist pressing it against the cool metal. "Why do you insist calling me that?"

The younger boy stiffened and immediately the pressure around his wrist tightened and the scent of ink with sweat assaulted his nostrils. His heartbeat sped up in reaction to everything he was experiencing. He struggled but felt the grip lessen then tighten until he was being held prisoner by one of the data tennis's players hand. The other free hand lifted his chin upward to stare into the cold glinted glasses.

"Kaidoh do you really find me this repulsive?" Inui asks calmly, "Do you really hate my touch that badly?"

"TEME!" Kaidoh jerked his wrist but gasped when his hips slam upward into the other's crotch. Eyes widening in stun silences at the hardness he felt, the tingling sensation he felt in his body made him realize that he was aroused too by this struggle.

It was like a siren calling him a drug that seeped into his pour making him want to do things that he normally did not want to do. "If you hate me now then I'll let go, but—by what I can denote from the data."

Cold the mamushi felt cold at this behavior and yet he felt confused, "Why me?"

"Simple I admire you. I want you. I find you fascinating." Inui confessed knowing that the other didn't comprehend he was a bit young, but after finding out that Fuji and Echizen had gotten together especially at that age. Made the wanting in his body and heartthrob in painful accuracy that he might have to wait longer then usual, "My inside burns for you, I take accurate data on you. Surely that has to count for something this obsession."

"I don't understand."

"You do—you want this too. You want to feel me shove myself into you losing the warmth in my body to let you consume the semen that would mark you as mine." Inui smiled, "You want that—but right now you don't understand you don't comprehend how. You're from a traditional family—and yet you respect me, you dream about me—you can't figure me out and it is making you mad."

A fist slammed into his mouth cutting him off, "Shut up!" Kaidoh was panting from the images that the older man had created in his mind. The sights of seeing himself beneath the other nude without clothing, it was effective on him this dirty talk and yet he was appalled by what the other said. "Stop sprouting these lies!"

"Is it really a lie?" Inui asked his glasses had fallen off revealing beautiful chocolate brown orbs that shone with intelligence and kindness. "Am I really lying Karou?"

The mamushi gripped onto his hair his memory kept running around with those taunting boys. This was a weakness to let the enemy see to let them know your secrets, was Inui lying to him wanting to find his weaknesses or his problems let alone his private life. He couldn't figure it out the other he didn't get what was so great about him. After all the other's hated him they avoided him they were scared of him why couldn't Inui act the same?

Turning away swiftly Kaidoh ran away his head throbbing with his thoughts, "Karou!" Inui's voice echoed behind him surprise that the other ran away.

Inui lower his hand and bow his head in pain, he had miscalculated his desires his wants for the other to share with him to love him. Even though Inui wasn't popular and always left alone, he had at least wasn't bullied as badly as Kaidoh. He had pushed too far and now the other was confused, insecure, and scared. He didn't want to hurt his kouhai especially when it was that little bandanna boy.

The one thing he ever found precious now probably hated him. Picking up his glasses, he wiped it and slid it back on hiding the pain expression in those expressive orbs. However, Inui did not want to go and leave Kaidoh in such a confusing situation, he also knew that the younger boy was one to brew about many things.

Inui didn't want the other boy to hurt at all so in the end due to his persistent that nagged at him to go find the other he dusted himself of and headed in the general direction where the Mamushi had taken off. Inui had an inkling clue as to where Kaidoh would go for solitude when he was upset or confused and headed in that direction to the area where he saw the younger boy exercise periodically.

Oishi continued to smile as he walked with Eiji, it seem that after that little visit his partner was a bit excited and happy then usual. Oishi admired Eiji for a while and it was like usual that this would transfer over to affection and love for the red head.

Eiji was like a bright rainbow that lights up the area with his happiness and feelings. He was energetic and being around him made other's feel happy. When he was young and a first year in junior high he remember Tezuka and how he admire the older boy. How the other boy could stand and achieve so much so quickly and affected everyone around him.

Yet, even those emotions and abilities could swing to negativity of jealousy part of the reason why Tezuka's elbow was injured. A sempai was jealousy of the brilliant talent that Tezuka displayed, when Eiji had joined Oishi had worried about the new comers and if they would be treated the same way. To his relief the personality and friendliness of Eiji gave way to the positive light then the negativity of envy.

However, this did not entail that the mother of Seigaku wouldn't worry about the slender boy. Though he didn't have much to worry about since Fuji Syusuke was beside the other boy constantly, almost as if a second layer to shield him. Previously before Oishi had thought that one-day Fuji would end up going out with Eiji instead of Ryoma.

He was surprised and relieved on the other hand when Fuji had picked Ryoma. Perhaps it was blind jealousy he had for the tensai whom seem to have it easy in his opinion. Yet, when he gotten to know the genius he noticed that not everything was what it appeared to be. Even Tezuka had told him that the tensai was one to show one face and yet did something different. Sure, tennis might be simple to Fuji but the tensai had toned his body to achieve the strength to pull off those moves.

Eiji of course was oblivious to all of the turmoil that was going on in the emerald eye boy. Oishi truly love Eiji he was like a little neko that was beside him showering affection to him, and yet he was so far away from him.

Oishi wanted Eiji to be happy and if Eiji wanted Fuji he would have let the little neko go. It was the only thing he could do, but now—it seemed he was mistaken on the feelings between Fuji and Eiji. The tensai didn't feel that sort of thing for Eiji they were just best friends, yet there was still that small part that didn't believe it so.

Whenever Eiji called Fuji—Fujiko there was a feeling of dread and pain. Whenever Eiji was near Fuji or hanging onto the other boy with a hug, to even giving him that 100 waltz smile that was constantly white due to the obsessive toothpaste habit that Eiji had. It made him apathetic and he would smile with that fake smile he had designed to shield away his pain.

Tezuka had noticed the captain had pulled him away during those times making excuse of paperwork to do. He was ever grateful for Tezuka's interference all those times to spare him the feeling of having to look at the two.

Now—Eiji was free. Fuji was taken though inside he felt that pressure still lurking in the darkness stating quietly how could he be happy about this it rather makes him sound selfish. Then he belittled himself for these dark emotions, the guilt starts to take place, and he worries a lot.

"Oishi! Oishi!"

Emerald eyes blinked in awareness that his little neko was calling him, "Eh? What is it Eiji?"

"Your blanking out on me mou!" Eiji whines softly, "Are you still worried about O'chibi and Fuji?"

"No it's not that." Inside that, voice nagged at him asking him to say it out loud to find out that truth of whether or not Eiji liked Fuji. He wanted it confirmed, and it hurt these feelings that he hid inside of him.

Eiji pouted, "Oishi stop hiding!"

The noises the other made entranced the emerald eye boy, the pounding of his heart told him that he have to try, but—the fear inside speaks to him to not do it. What would it be—ask or not to ask? How would it turn out? Would he be the fool and voice out what he wanted or would he be to shy and tolerant of all that is going on him. "Eiji!"

The acrobatic player froze in mid-rant, "EH?"

"Do you like Fuji?"

"Yes of course he is my best friend after all nyah!" Eiji quipped confused as to where Oishi was coming from. Oishi was different right now it was scary and yet it wasn't. Eiji couldn't read what his partner was thinking when he got this way—it sort of made him feel detached.

"No!" Oishi release his grip on his backpack letting it fall onto the floor as he gripped onto Eiji's shoulders shaking him a bit. "I mean do you like him like him you know in that way." The vice president felt his face turn red at the thoughts of what he was asking he wasn't one to try to pry into other people's business, but for Eiji he wanted to make a exception.

Eiji spewed into laughter, "Oishi! What are you talking about? Me like Fujiko?" He snickers while flapping his hand around and slapping Oishi on the shoulder, "Oishi where did you ever get that idea nyah? Are you joking or something?"

"No, I'm not."

This made Eiji pause as he finally took a look at his partner closely, he notice the grim set in the lips and the seriousness in those luscious green pools that attracted him like a moth to a flame. "Oishi." He whispered faintly stunned, "Why are you asking this?" Aqua eyes searching in his friends eyes wanting to know why he was acting this way, "Why are you even thinking this way?"

"Because—" Oishi let go of the boy and walked to the side where the fence faced him, pressing his fingers onto it he lean his head on it feeling the cool surface. "Because—"

"Oishi?"

The finally strand broke inside of Oishi he swung around to look at Eiji straight in the eyes, "It's because I love you damn it." He felt his hands clench together while looking down he couldn't bear to let the other see him this way, "It's because of that I can't take it if your with another or feel for another. Eijiif you want Fuji I won't stand in your way. I know it is odd for you maybe strange for me to ask you of this but—"

Hands clamped onto his face lifting them up and he felt soft firm lips pressed against his own. Oishi's eyes widen in shock to see closed eye face of his neko kissing him, while doing naughty things with his tongue.

Parting slightly he felt his heart full and yet confused, "Eiji?"

"Oishi no Baka." A finger stroke against Oishi's neck, "I am not in love with Fuji. I can't believe you think this way."

"I can't help it." Oishi felt lips caress his cheek.

Eiji grinned and jumped onto Oishi with his legs wrapped around the taller boy's waist.

"EIJI!" Oishi yelped when he felt a tongue shoved into his mouth muffling his protest his back slammed into the fence. If not both Eiji and Oishi would have found themselves on the ground cover with dirty and mud.

When they both parted for air once again Eiji smiled widely, "Oishi it took you long enough to tell me that you love me."

"Huh?" Oishi felt himself hugged again more tightly and Eiji's face beside his ear.

"It took you a while, but Fuji told me that you were shy and you had things to deal with so I had to wait for you to confession. Nyah it was so hard Nyah!" The red head nuzzled the pale neck, "I had to try to wait for it that is what Fuji said—but Fuji would find it funny once I tell him that you were jealous of him."

Oishi sighs slightly but smiled, "I know you both are just friends but I can't help it." His eyes softens slightly, "When it comes to you I can't think rationally."

"I think I like you that way more." Eiji tighten his legs and grinded his hips against Oishi earning a gasp of surprise. "It's everything I've wanted, I just can't believe you made me wait this long."

"Nnn-" Oishi arched a bit, "Oh kami-sama." He breathed feeling his body tingle from the pressure, "Eiji don't move anymore or else." Grinding his teeth, "I'm going to have an accident in my pants."

"I could live with that."

"EIJI!"

Fuji was sitting down looking over the paper's that Eiji had given to him for homework also what was turned back. A stack of papers liter the coffee table as he sorted through it, Ryoma was lying on the couch sleeping beside him. It was lucky that on the day Ryoma's wings were let loose Fuji had called Yuuta to let him know that he needed him to seal off the house for him. It was a good thing, through careful observation Fuji had learn quickly the sealing methods and the different types of wards that were used.

Since Yuuta was informed of, what was going on he wasn't surprise to see a little freshman with wings sleeping in his brother's arms. It was indefinitely cute and both individuals seem a bit tired, from what he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

It didn't take long for things to get set up and then, the younger Fuji was off back to the dorms. Syusuke was amused by the turn of the events glancing over his English paper he noticed on the bottom pile in the given back pile that his story had a ribbon pasted onto it.

Wondering what this was about it slid it out of the file to glance through. A letter in the color of blue was taped onto slipping the letter out of the envelope he skimmed over what was written.

Dear Fuji-san,

Your story has been selected for young artist award of Japan. We had submitted it for competition in your favor it is one of the programs that is initiated in the young youths of Japan to select those with talent. Your story was outstanding enough that several publishers requested if you would continue this story in order to be later on publish as a novel. They would be willing to offer a contract and once the book is finished, would pay you for the novel. If you want to renegotiate this contract, please call them to schedule at time for your convenience. This is a great opportunity for you if you so do not wish to take it, and then they will understand, however if you are interested please call them. The phone number was given to the President of your school, thank you so much for taking the time to read this letter. We hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely,

Seigaku Educational Board

Fuji shook his head slightly his paper was now consider an artwork of all things. Sighing he lean back to closed his eyes, the story actually a real story his and—opening his eyes, he turn his head to look at the sleeping boy beside him.

Yes, things were different—he wasn't who he uses to be and yet he was the story was now consider a fairy tale of tragedy. Why did so many people expect him to finish it? Turning his attention, he stared at the envelope again. "You should call them."

Surprised he turned his head to look into golden eyes that were looking at him challenging, "Why?"

"Simple—it's a story ne?"

"Aa—it's a story, but that doesn't mean I have to now does it?" A shrug was his answer, "Ryoma to these people they find it an artwork, but to me I just see it as a story that I am not allow to publish."

"Why?" Ryoma tilted his head and slowly let the blanket slid off his shoulders revealing that he was half nude.

It was an endearing sight and seductive the one thing that Syusuke could find amusing was the way that Ryoma could adapt and improve. The boy was a composition of sexy, smug, and naive, but he was still the one boy he loved.

Even if Ryoma had, no body Fuji would have so love to hold onto that soul of the boy. Their love was something that was transcendental—it was something that couldn't be described as change, fate, or insanity.

Funny thing is some individuals didn't believe in the soul, they also don't believe in the devil, angels or even the deity called God.

Though whenever Fuji goes up to one individual and has the answer that they don't believe in souls he starts to ask them questions that proves that they too would believe. Since they don't want to get screw in the end if there was such thing as a devil then that must mean that a soul does exist.

It was ironic how foolish many people were, it was even foolish that even those that were celestrial were also foolish in their dealings. Several individuals would say that God was all knowing he knew everything, they also would say that there are perfect beings called Angels.

But to Syusuke once known as Machidiel he felt that those were nothing but lies and misrepresentation. Not every being is far from error. Why else did many individuals like Angels to Devils fall from their misjudgments. Why was there a bias in all these people in churches and every singular religon. That rang out in blood baths that drew out hatred in even the most honorable man.

Even the most pure would be darkended into shades of gray. Sometimes there is something called a balance between light and darkness, Fuji knew of this he lived it breathed it and found it within himself and perhaps in others.

"The story belongs to many. What if they don't want me to write it?" Sysuke shifted a bit and sighs softly, "It is a story that surely was mine but it belong to others."

"Do you mean me?" Ryoma asked with a smirk and leaned forward a bit the pale golden skin was a tempting sight indeed. "If it worries you I want you to write this story."

"Why?"

"Simple sometimes for lessons to be learned we all must show it to someone one." Tilting his head to the side golden eyes lighten up with something, a empowering force, the brighteness of a catalyst as it brings upon a reaction. Echizen Ryoma was once again the driving force behind many things, right now it seem he was once again doing so.

Syusuke pressed his taper fingers against the lips, "If you want me to then I'll do it, but it will cost a price."

"Nnnn Price?"

The smile was back into place ever so teasingly, "Un" Stroking the velvet lips Fuji lean forward until his lips was only partial touching toward the little boys. "It might even cost you-you're soul."

"Naze?"

"Simplethat's the price I am willing to take if you want me to write this story anymore." A smirk crept into the golden eyes as arms wrapped around the tensai and a sudden weight on his lap with a jolt.

"Nnnit's all good then." Both teenagers pressed their hungry lips against one another, the need they felt in their bodies reflected that hunger that was drive into their very souls. Wanting-desire-a soul is a soul, but when mated to the right piece it is the making of something beautiful.