After some reviews, I felt compelled to continue this into a mini-series.


Fuji pushed himself away from his desk upon which his computer sat. The wheels on his computer chair made this easy. He sat for about five minutes, assessing the situation. How could someone write… something… him with the captain… on the twister rug… oh dear…. This got the gears in Fuji's head moving. His hand moved up to underneath his chin, a finger brushed softly across his lips. He then moved his other hand to the mouse and clicked on the "back" button.

New ideas were coming into Fuji's head. Were there other stories, of him, with OTHERS? Were any of them actually girls? Most likely not. Who would he be paired up with, anyway? There aren't any girl characters really, and they're all spazzes, anyway. Fuji found that he could search by a summary or title. He typed in his own name and the internet explorer icon began to animate in the upper right hand corner of his browser.

While the results loaded, Fuji ran a hand through his hair. Now that he did think about it, Tezuka was a rather good-looking close friend of his…Gah! What was he thinking! STOP, BRAINS, STOP! He punched himself in the cranium several times. The results had loaded and he paused his self-afflicting battering a moment to scan over the results. The first other result he stumbled upon was one called "FujiRyo". His eye twitched. Wow. But Ryoma's two years younger than him, so how could he…? Fuji started to read.

"AIEGIDKIFSLAH!" shouted Fuji thrusting himself away from the desk so quickly, that he flew backwards and landed on the floor. He sat there, breathing rather unevenly and then suddenly struggling to get up. He grasped the mouse hastily and hit the "back" button oh about 84359384574235 times and then fell back to the floor.

"My eyes… MY EYES!" He squealed.

Owari. Yeah. I think I shall make this a series. Danke danke, all!