Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to someone else, sadly.

Inui was in the showers. It was steamy in there, which meant that his glasses were even more opaque than usual. Obviously Inui wore his glasses in the shower -- if he didn't, he'd be 75 percent unable to see the shower faucets, and between 70 to 80 percent unable to find his soap.

However, the steam that completely coated his glasses made his vision 95 percent opaque, which contributed to his utter surprise when a pair of hands snuck up to his face and removed the frames.

Inui blinked a few times through the steam at the naked figure in front of him. His vision was such that the face looked like a smeared painting, and the steam that rose up between them even obscured the color of the other boy's hair.

"Kaidoh?" Inui asked tentatively, and was met with silence. Well, that was no good. Inui wondered what game Kaidoh was playing, and reached forth a hand to catch the figure's wrist. If it was Kaidoh, Inui was 80percent certain that the figure would allow the physical contact. But then Inui noticed with a frown that the musculature of the wrist was entirely different than it should be.

Inui pulled the figure closer, but realized with a slight shock that the figure stepped forward willingly. The combination of momentum from his pull and the other person's push made him stumble backwards until his naked back was against the slippery wall.

Suddenly they were body-to-body, warm wet skin against warm wet skin. Inui was pinned neatly against the shower wall, his hand still around the other young man's wrist, but his attention elsewhere. The smaller man wiggled a little against him, and their flesh slid together in a very interesting manner. The friction of skin against skin derailed Inui's thoughts effectively for at least thirty seconds.

What had he been thinking? Oh -- right. Who was it? From the feeling of the other boy's slender frame, Inui ruled out Momoshiro, Kawamura, Oishi, and, sadly, Tezuka. Inui craned his head closer until the five blurred faces in front of him merged into one. But at the very second Inui was about to see the other boy's face, an odd wind rose up and blew a tendril of mist between them.

Wind? In the locker room?

And then, in another random twist of wind, the mist parted to reveal a pair of calm eyes boring curiously into his own.

"Saa, surprisingly pretty. In fact, verrrry sexy," the voice purred, "Goooood data."

And with two swift and clever movements, the figure replaced Inui's glasses, twisted free, stepped backward and was gone.

Inui blinked after him. And then he wondered how he was going to wrap his towel to hide his raging erection.

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"Nya, Fuji, tell me!" Kikumaru jumped up and down in excitement. "I can't believe you saw his eyes! What were they like?"

"Hmm," Fuji's light voice was teasing, "what'll you give me in return for the information?"

"I -- ah -- um," Kikumaru flushed and glanced sideways at Oishi, who was talking to Tezuka.

"Then I guess you'll never know..."