100 Percent – Gouhlies and Marshmallows

Campfire hijinks. I think Eiji is my favorite in this chapter. LOL, I just love him.

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis

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Chapter 6

The first night at the cabin consisted of a bonfire, roasting marshmallows, and relaxing languidly under the stars. They had a long day of water sports planned the next day and everyone wanted to be in full energy for the upcoming fun.

Fuji sat next to Tezuka on a log, inching his body closer each time he leaned forward to roast another marshmallow. Subtly, yet with deliberate moves, Tezuka had actually responded by doing the same and now their thighs were touching. Fuji wished his shorts were shorter so he could feel Tezuka's skin against his, but there would be time for that later.

Ryoma had positioned himself opposite them, watching through the flickering flames of the fire. Momo hung on him like Ryoma was some sort of rag doll, pushing and pulling him all over the place in his exuberance.

Why couldn't Ryoma just go for Momo? Fuji asked himself. Ah, Momo was straight, he remembered, but then Tezuka played himself off to be straight as well. Fuji leaned his upper body into Tezuka, reaching for another marshmallow from the bag. "Pardon me," he cooed softly with a sexy grin.

Tezuka blushed, but didn't move away from Fuji's proximity intrusion. The captain was slowly breaking, just as Inui had predicted. Now, all he had to do was wait for the code word from the Data Master and the plan would be set in motion.

Tezuka would be his tonight.

"Moo maaahmawows pwaaathe." Eiji batted his pretty lashes at Oishi.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Oishi scolded, rationing two marshmallows to his tennis partner, hiding the rest of the bag by his foot. Eiji would scarf down a whole bag if they let him.

Swallowing what he had in his mouth, Eiji's eyes watered with fake tears when he saw he was only getting two. "Oishiiiii…don't you love me?"

Oishi's body tensed up and he gave a nervous laugh, glancing around to see what the others thought of Eiji's comment. "We only have four bags for tonight—"

Eiji snapped his head away, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oishi is being mean!"

Fuji loved watching the Golden Pair, if not simply for the amusement of it, but also because it gave him a hard on. They were too cute together.

"Oishi, you two can have that bag, Tezuka and I will share ours with Kawamura and Kaidoh," Fuji said, grinning ear to ear.

Eiji clapped his hands together in glee and reached around Oishi for the bag at his foot. "Thanks Fuji!" He popped three marshmallows in his mouth.

"Eiji! You'll choke," Oishi gasped.

Oishi took the bag back from Eiji and was promptly tackled, both boys falling backwards off the log they shared. Everyone laughed, especially when Eiji straddled his chest and stuffed a marshmallow in Oishi's mouth to shut him up.

"Kikumaru wins!" Momo cheered, shaking Ryoma.

"Sempais are pretty—" Ryoma started.

"Pretty what?" Fuji interrupted with an icy tone. The freshman had been on his blacklist since discovering that they shared a mutual interest in Tezuka. He'd put their little prince in his place.

Ryoma met his eyes, looking startled. "Pretty funny," he finished, turning his eyes down.

Fuji gloated to himself. But there was guilt too, Ryoma didn't deserve such treatment. No, he wouldn't let that guilt stop him, Ryoma needed to know that Fuji wasn't giving Tezuka up.

Still smiling, Fuji met Tezuka's eyes—Tezuka's shocked and disapproving eyes. Tezuka looked disappointed in him.

"Gomen Ryoma," Fuji apologized, smiling at the youngest regular, secretly wanting to crush him into a little ball and smash him far away with his racquet.

Ryoma looked up again, this time a little hope flashing in his eyes. "Thanks."

"Let's tell ghost stories." Eiji had righted himself and offered Oishi a hand to get up.

"That might be scary," Kawamura said sheepishly.

"Don't worry, they're only stories about Kaidoh," Momo bobbled his head.

"What did you say?" Kaidoh stood up, his marshmallow dropping off the end of his stick into the fire.

Momo laughed. "Oh, poor mamushi lost his marshmallow."

Kaidoh pounced, leaping at Momo. Inui caught him and held him back. "Probability that Momo-chan will get his ass beaten…ninety-seven percent."

"Eh? No way!" Momo stood up, ready to prove his manhood.

"Fsshh…" Kaidoh hissed.

"Mamushi!"

"I have a scary story," Oishi raised his hand as though they were in school.

Momo smoothed his spiked hair and sat down, ignoring Kaidoh.

"Idiot!" Kaidoh didn't like that at all and lunged again.

Inui held onto his shoulders, coaxing him back to his seat with the offer of another marshmallow. He even went as far as to put the marshmallow on the end of Kaidoh's stick for him.

Fuji thought they were cute too, but their chemistry was not nearly as captivating as the Golden Pair's. For some reason, Fuji had a hard time imagining Kaidoh submitting enough to spread his legs for Inui, but he could see Eiji twisting into a pretzel for Oishi. Blood rushed to Fuji's groin, damn those two and their fantasy generating attraction.

"Go ahead Oishi," Eiji said, so close that he was practically sitting on Oishi's lap.

"Okay. Well, when we were freshmen the seniors told us a story about the club house. Remember Tezuka?"

Tezuka nodded. "I remember."

"About thirty years ago, there was a strong tennis team at Seigaku, kind of like us. They were hopefuls for Nationals," Oishi continued. "Their captain, Torou Hiroshi was the best junior player in Tokyo at the time."

"Their vice-captain, Honda Tsumi, hated Torou," Tezuka picked up the story, angling his glasses on his face.

This surprised Fuji since Tezuka preferred to let others chatter socially while he observed and listened. It was nice to see him engaging the team casually.

"Right, he hated him so much, that he would play dirty tricks on him during practice, trying to injure him and ruin his equipment," Oishi said, making his eyes big.

"But neither would quit and they were both imperative to winning Nationals, so the coach didn't know what to do about it," Tezuka said, his voice deep and serious.

Oishi stood up, using hand gestures to continue. "One day, after winning the Kantou tournament, Honda snuck into the clubhouse to mess with Torou's uniform."

"Torou was waiting for him, hiding in the ball closet," Tezuka stood as well, adding to the effect.

Everyone's head turned between Oishi and Tezuka, amazed that their captain was telling such a story and really getting into it.

"What happened next?" Kawamura asked in a fearful tone.

Oishi shook his head sadly, "maybe we shouldn't tell them, it's too much."

Tezuka agreed. "Perhaps, it was awful."

"Hoi! You just can't stop," Eiji demanded.

"Fsshh…" Kaidoh grunted.

"Please continue," Inui said.

"Captain." Ryoma locked eyes with Tezuka.

"Very well," Tezuka said.

Fuji paled. What had just happened? Had Tezuka and Ryoma shared some sort of subtle, understood communication?

"If it's too scary, perhaps the younger ones shouldn't hear," Fuji said before he could stop himself.

Ryoma opened his mouth to argue, but decided against it and shut it, hiding his eyes with the brim of his cap.

"No Fuji, everyone needs to hear it," Tezuka said.

Tezuka had said "no" to him. Fuji's temper flared and he shot Ryoma fiery daggers meant to put him in his place. Ryoma peered out from under his cap in time to see Fuji's malicious glare.

The hurt puppy dog look tugged at Fuji's guilt strings again, but this time, he didn't apologize. There were no apologies in war.

"Honda crept around, laughing to himself about the damage he was going to do to Torou's uniform when suddenly, the door to the clubhouse blew open—" Oishi made a loud whooshing noise for sound effect.

"Eeee," Kawamura squeaked, grabbing onto Inui's t-shirt.

Tezuka took off his glasses and wiped sweat from his brow. Replacing them, he took a deep breath. "Torou saw it all, each and every gruesome detail."

"Some say it was the Tokyo Bay serial killer, but they never had enough evidence." Oishi looked sad, forlorn.

"Sawed his head off with a hunting knife, but first he cut open his chest and pulled all his organs out—" Tezuka said solemnly.

"While he was still alive—" Oishi added dramatically.

"Screaming, crying, begging—" Tezuka's voice rose, booming out the words.

"Until he finally died in a bloody mess, right there on the club house floor." Oishi shook his head again and put his hands on his hips.

"Gyaaaa!" Kawamura let out a squeak and passed out, still clinging to Inui's shirt.

"Torou shivered, paralyzed by fear in the closet. As the killer wiped his blade clean, he walked over to the closet door and knocked," Tezuka said.

"Oh my god!" Eiji looked petrified.

As did Kaidoh, who shifted uncomfortably, probably wishing he could act openly and cling to someone as well.

Fuji was a bit flustered from the story, logic telling him that since he hadn't heard it before…

"Wha…what happened then?" Momo's voice trembled and he clutched Ryoma's body to his, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's head. Ryoma sighed.

"The killer knocked and said—" Oishi said in a strained whisper.

Momo squeezed Ryoma tighter, Kaidoh tensed, Eiji's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and Inui held his pencil poised over his notebook for the ending.

Fuji's heart thumped.

Oishi and Tezuka shared looks then belted out together, "ghost stories are for dummies! Gotcha!" They both burst into laughter.

"Hoi!" Eiji let out a loud, angry response. He got up and smacked Oishi's shoulder. "You are mean!"

Kaidoh stood as well, clenching his fists by his side. "Fsshh…"

Fuji let out a sigh of relief. Just as he suspected, it was a story captains and vice-captains told their members in jest.

"Ah Tezuka, I didn't think we'd ever get to tell that one together." Oishi laughed hard, ignoring Eiji's whimpers.

"I'm more shocked by Tezuka's laughing than the story," Inui said, writing as fast as he could.

"Me too," Ryoma agreed, prying Momo's hands off him. "Momo sempai, it's over."

"Eh? Over?" Momo's face was frozen in shock.

Kawamura's eyes opened. "Is it over? Tezuka is laughing…"

"Oishi." Eiji had tears in his eyes.

"Eiji! What's wrong?" Oishi knelt down, immediately attentive.

If only Tezuka had such romantic tendencies, Fuji thought, thoroughly amazed with their buchou's performance.

"I was scared you idiot," Eiji sniffled, hitting Oishi's shoulders lightly with his balled hands.

"Sorry Eiji," Oishi lifted Eiji's chin with his fingers.

Fuji watched in adoration, completely jealous yet willing them to kiss with his mind. Just one sweet peck, that would be enough.

Apparently Eiji was thinking the same thing because he turned up the damsel in distress vibes, gazing at Oishi with come hither eyes. Protect me Oishi, hold me Oishi, love me Oishi, or something lovey-dovey like that.

Pretending not to notice the open display of boy's love before him, Tezuka sat down, resting his hand on Fuji's shoulder as he descended. "You don't seem surprised."

Fuji wondered if Tezuka wanted to be the knight in shining armor, riding to his love's rescue like Oishi constantly did for Eiji. Might as well give it a try, Fuji decided.

Batting his eyelashes and pushing out his lower lip, he gave looking scared his best shot. "Tezuka…" he said in a whisper, "I admit, I was a little—"

"Fuji sempai wasn't scared," Ryoma said loudly, interrupting. His gold cat eyes shimmered in the dark.

Fuji had to clench his jaw to keep from snapping at Ryoma again. That little brat was purposefully messing with him now. Fuji's mood darkened. Knowing they both liked Tezuka, Ryoma had snuck a dunk smash into play before Fuji could anticipate it and seal it with his higuma otoshi.

But this wasn't tennis, this was love and inevitably in love came war. Ryoma had yet to beat him in tennis and Fuji vowed not to give him an inch here.

"I didn't think so. Fuji has a knack for seeing through those things." Tezuka complimented, though it wasn't the reaction he was hoping for.

If this continued, Fuji's controlled exterior would crumble and he would leap across the flames to pummel the little know it all, putting Kaidoh and Momo's rivalry to shame.

"Sorry Fuji," Ryoma said with a smirk. He put his hand on the back of his head, pleased with himself.

"It's time for tea. I'll boil the water," Inui said to the group, stretching his long legs out.

That was the code. Fuji forgot about Ryoma, snapping back to his task. It was time to put the plan in motion.

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The plan swings into motion next… oh but how complicated it is. shakes head ;)

A/N: Hmmm, I'm not going to be able to satisfy everyone's pairing desires, so keep that in mind. Some of you will get what you want. And some of you will be like "what the ?" Thanks for reviewing. :)