A/N: This chapter (1,792 words!) is from Yuuta's point of view. It's pretty much Mizuki/Yuuta (which I have now dubbed "Mizuuta" in my head) fluff with a sprinkle of GP sweetness. I was bored. That is my one and only excuse for writing this.

Another non-related note: My personal LJ layout is now Mizuki/Yuuta, if anyone cares to check it out. I did a bit of photoshop-ing.

Shattered Reality
Chapter Twelve
by Wolfram003

"Yuuta-kun, let's go out to eat," Mizuki Hajime suggested suddenly. Fuji Yuuta looked up from his homework, startled. He gave the strangely dressed older boy—Yuuta was convinced that his team's manager still had the worst fashion sense ever(1)—a wary look.

"Why?"

His question was followed by a short laugh—Yuuta thought the nfu-ing sound was so very annoying, but he found it oddly endearing at the same time(2)—as Mizuki twirled a lock of his crimped black hair. "I'm done with my work, and I have extra money. I want to eat somewhere other than this school," his senpai eventually explained with an exasperated sigh.

Yuuta shrugged and closed his textbook. He'd humor the older boy for now. He just hoped his aniki didn't find out about this.

He tried his hardest to ignore the calculating smirk that crossed Mizuki's lips as they left the school. A frown tugged at his own lips. His senpai was up to something.

"Ne, Yuuta-kun," his dark-haired schoolmate began and turned to face him, "where would you like to eat?"

The younger Fuji brother blinked. This was unexpected. He had thought Mizuki had just wanted to drag him along somewhere, but now the older boy was letting him choose where to go. He vaguely remembered a restaurant his aniki had taken him to one time; it had been really good, and the owner had been really nice too. If only he could remember what it was called.

"Yuuta-kun?" Mizuki prodded him from his thoughts.

Oh right, it had been called—

"Can we eat at Kawamura Sushi(3)?" Yuuta asked with a smile.

Mizuki was still for a moment before he turned around and started walking again, saying, "If that's where you want to eat."

Yuuta decided that the older boy was acting very strange. Never in all of the time that he had known him had Mizuki acted like this. His peculiarly quiet and agreeable demeanor was a bit disconcerting.

They walked in silence for a while until they approached the restaurant. Mizuki smirked back at him as he finally caught up. Then his senpai opened the door and froze, paling slightly.

Curious, Yuuta peeked over his shoulder and immediately found the source of Mizuki's sudden nervousness. His aniki was sitting at a table enjoying a serving of what looked like normal sushi, though Yuuta was positive that it must have been either oddly flavored or unearthly spicy. The rest of Seigaku's tennis club was scattered about the restaurant too, but the brown-haired boy was certain it was the sight of his brother that made Mizuki balk.

Just as his senpai started to back out of the restaurant, they were loudly welcomed by the owner. Yuuta felt the color drain from his face as his brother's strangely open eyes settled on them, the smile dropping from his face. This was bound end badly.

He should have picked somewhere else to eat.

"You should have chosen somewhere else to eat, Yuuta-kun."

Apparently Mizuki thought so too, not that Yuuta blamed him in the slightest for thinking such a thing.

"Yuuta! Why is he with you?" his brother, Shuusuke, demanded with a strange glint—Yuuta soon identified it as jealousy—in his icy eyes.

Well, this was awkward. Yuuta had known this was coming, but he hadn't wanted to face this situation for another few weeks—that was when he would visit home again—at least. It had been embarrassing enough when his brother had walked in on Mizuki's strange "training session"—his manager had said he was trying to help him learn to control his breathing better; Yuuta had reluctantly forgiven him for stealing his first kiss(4), though he admitted to himself that it had been quite nice—to ask if he could borrow a book and had reacted badly to the situation presented to him. Yuuta had never seen his aniki so jealous. Yuuta had never seen Mizuki so nervous.

It had been an interesting experience, and, while he had discovered many things about his aniki and his senpai, some of which he could have lived without knowing, both he and Mizuki had decided to pretend that that day had never occurred.

However, he was almost certain that St. Rudolph's manager had asked him out to dinner tonight as an attempt to ask him on a date. That was the only way he could explain the wavy-haired boy's reaction to his brother being there. Surely Mizuki was having flashbacks of that large book that had connected with his forehead. Yuuta thought it would be rather hard not to remember that incident when his brother's expression was the same as it had been that night.

Mizuki was twirling a lock of his hair as he tried—his senpai was still unnaturally pale—to calmly state, "I'm buying Yuuta-kun dinner. He wanted to eat here, so we're eating here. Let's go sit down, Yuuta-kun."

Yuuta blinked; at least he was being honest. He soon found himself being dragged over to sit at a table on the opposite side of the room from his brother. Mizuki looked pained as he briefly pressed his fingers to his forehead, and Yuuta asked him if he was okay.

"I have a headache," Mizuki explained with a slight wince.

Ah, so he was having flashbacks. Yuuta found himself pitying the older boy as he briefly glanced around the room. He gulped as he saw a flash of silver next to his brother. He glanced back at his dinner partner and sighed in relief. At least Mizuki hadn't noticed that knife by his brother. Though, Yuuta really didn't want to be in this restaurant now. His reasons were the following: his brother had anger management issues, hated Mizuki Hajime, and had a knife near him. None of those were particularly pleasing thoughts for Fuji Yuuta.

Hopefully Tezuka Kunimitsu, the captain of Seigaku's tennis club, would keep his brother from doing anything drastic. He shared a look with the captain and pitied him briefly. Apparently the older boy didn't want to be there any more Mizuki and he did.

"Yuuta-kun, why does your brother feel the need to constantly watch me when I'm near you?" Mizuki sounded annoyed as he moved his hand from his forehead to rest on the table in front of him.

"Hoi, you manipulate people," someone bluntly answered from the table beside them.

The two St. Rudolph students turned to face the source of the interruption. Yuuta blinked several times as his eyes focused on the large bruise on the face of one Kikumaru Eiji—he only knew the older boy because the redhead had been to his house several times when he had been living there—, and his lips tugged downward into a frown. Across from him, Mizuki was surprisingly without a snide remark or response to the redhead's previous statement.

"Kikumaru-san, what happened?" Yuuta asked cautiously.

The redhead immediately reached up and covered his cheek, his features taking on a distressed quality. "It's nothing, nya. I just tripped and fell."

It was a bad lie, and though the acrobat was obviously aware that it was, he didn't try to fix it. Next to the catlike boy, Seigaku's vice-captain, Oishi Shuichirou, watched his doubles partner with a worried expression, and as he opened his mouth to say something, the redhead leaned against his shoulder. Oishi glanced around before hesitantly reaching up to stroke the other boy's crimson hair with a fond, if somewhat sad, smile.

Yuuta blinked and decided not to pursue the subject since it obviously upset the older boy.

He looked around and was startled that he had overlooked something so extremely obvious about Seigaku's tennis club. Every single boy was paired up with another, even Kawamura Takashi whom he had deemed the straightest of the team. The normally shy boy was sitting across from a frightening boy with spiky gray hair.

He did a double take. Was that Yamabuki's Akutsu Jin? What a strange couple.

Well, if everyone was so open about it, then Yuuta gathered that it was safe to assume no one in the restaurant had a problem with that type of relationship. He pondered over what he was about to do for a moment. There was no doubt in his mind that his brother would not like it, but...

"Mizuki-san?"

The other boy turned his head to look at him with a raised eyebrow, and Yuuta grabbed the front of his violet silk shirt, pulling him closer.

Silence drenched the noise in the restaurant like a bucket of icy water over a fire as Yuuta pressed his lips against the black-haired boy's. Mizuki seemed startled before he smirked against the younger Fuji's lips and kissed him back. They jerked back from each other as they heard a commotion from Fuji Shuusuke's side of the room.

Across from him, Mizuki seemed torn between being extremely pleased with the situation and wanting to run far, far away. Yuuta watched as Tezuka physically restrained his aniki to keep him from storming over to their table or, most likely, throwing something, possibly that knife Yuuta had noticed earlier, at Mizuki. Yuuta cast a grateful nod in Tezuka's general direction, though the captain was too busy to recognize his gesture of thanks.

"Ne, Yuuta-kun? Would you like to go out on a proper date?" Mizuki smirked, quietly nfu-ing as Seigaku's brown-haired tensai fought valiantly to escape the now combined clutches of Tezuka Kunimitsu and Momoshiro Takeshi. Yuuta had to admit that he was also a bit amused by the situation as he nodded in response to Mizuki's question with a grin.

"Ow! Fuji-senpai, biting's not cool! It's not cool at all!"

Mizuki was rapidly paling once again as Momoshiro let go of his new boyfriend's brother in order to rub the reddened bite mark on his arm. The wavy-haired boy stood up quickly and offered his hand to the younger Fuji brother. "Let's go somewhere else, Yuuta-kun."

Yuuta firmly grasped his boyfriend's hand and stood, trying not to grin at Kikumaru's whispered—the younger Fuji understood his lack of volume; the redhead didn't want to anger his aniki further—cheer of, "Go, Yuuta-kun!"

Then they left, ignoring the pained yelps that had the passersby turning to glance at Kawamura Sushi in curiosity.

The two St. Rudolph students walked together hand in hand for a while before Mizuki started laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Yuuta joined in shortly after his boyfriend had started nfu-ing. "Your brother is going to kill me, Yuuta-kun."

For some reason Mizuki was still laughing even as he said that.

For some reason, Yuuta found it funny too, though he hoped Mizuki hadn't meant that literally.

His brother might actually do it.

To be continued...

Notes:

(1) ...had the worst fashion sense ever: I have this love-hate thing going on for Mizuki's taste in clothing. I love it because it constantly amuses me. I hate it because it makes me cringe.
(2) ...sound was... annoying, but... oddly endearing: That's my personal opinion on Mizuki's Nfu-ing. It's grown on me quite a bit since I first heard it though. Tenimyu Mizuki has also influenced my opinion quite a bit.
(3) Kawamura Sushi: I really don't know what Taka-san's family's restaurant is called... Does it have an official name?
(4) Mizuki's strange "training session"...to control his breathing...stealing his first kiss: I truly think Yuuta is this naive. This scene was mostly spurred on by the review suggestion of Old Fiat, though I changed it a bit. I thought it would be fun to write, so I did.

Glossary of Terms:

-kun/-san— formalities; show levels of respect.
senpai— upperclassman.
aniki— formal version of "brother"; shows a large amount of respect.
Ne— roughly "hey."

—Wolfram003—
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