Wow, that was a fast update, at least according to my standards it was.

Anyway, even when writing the last chapter I realised something was missing. Thanks to one of my reviews I finally figured out what; Tension. I honestly tried to add a bit more tension to this chapter, but I'm not quite sure I succeeded.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading.

Warning: Umm none at the moment.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.

Chapter 3

Beautiful Misgivings

Laughter and shouts echoed around the train could see people giving them weird looks, but for once in his life, he didn't care. His team had a right to celebrate their win. Afterall, Tezuka couldn't be any more proud of their amazing performance at the Nationals.

Even though it had been a week since their win. He still remembered how he had felt at that one moment; the moment their freshman had scored the final point; the moment the referee had announced their score; the moment they realised they had finally won.

After three years, they had finally achieved their goal of gaining the official title of The National Juniour Tennis Tournament Champions. They had made it through everything God had thrown at them and came out on top. In other words, it was a dream come true. And looking around at everyone's smiling faces, Tezuka wouldn't change a thing.

Now all he could do was hope that things wouldn't change, that everything would stay the same. But even as he thought that to himself, he knew that it was naïve to think that things would stay exactly the same. Afterall, a famous person once said, "The good can never last, it will eventually fade away, like the spirits of those around."

Across from him sat Eiji and Ryoma. The two were chatting contently together and for once Echizen was not complaining about Eiji's hug of death. Eiji was being formidably louder than the freshman, but Tezuka couldn't bring himself to really care at the moment.

What he did notice was how pale the redhead was; how tired he looked. Eiji had said he hadn't slept well and Tezuka could only hope that to be the case. Afterall, they were here to enjoy themselves.

Two seats down from them sat Oishi and Taka. The two seemed content with watching the city pass by as the train sped towards their destination. Tezuka had to say it would be a shame that Taka wasn't continuing tennis through highschool.

Infront of Oishi and Taka, were Momo and Kaidoh. The two were arguing loudly, but no one seemed to notice, too engrossed in their own conversation.

Beside the two, and in between Momo and himself, sat Inui. As usual he was scribbling furiously down in one of his notebooks. Somehow managing to record the teams activities without looking up even once.

Lastly, sitting beside him, and across from Echizen, was Fuji. The brunette seemed content with watching the scenery rush past him; completely off in his own little world.

Tezuka frowned, wondering what exactly the tensai was thinking. In all the three years he had known Fuji, he had never completely understood the tensai, and he didn't expect too. Fuji was a mystery, not only to strangers, but also to the people who saw him every single day.

Sometimes it was hard to imagine that these were the same people he had befriended three years ago. Everyone had changed so much in the past three years; whether it be physically or mentally. They had all drastically improved at tennis, whether they realized it or not. Most had grown taller or changed appearances in some way. Best of all they had made friends out of what were once complete strangers. They had all formed unbreakable bonds with each other, that would hopefully stay with them their entire life.

Tezuka leant back in his chair. If anyone had been paying attention they would have noticed the small traces of a smile visible on his face.

He was broken from his thoughts as the train was suddenly jolted. His eyes flew open and he gripped onto his seat handle to avoid being harshly hurtled off his chair. Just a swiftly as it had come, the jolting stopped and the train was once again speeding smoothly down the tracks.

Tezuka forced himself to calm down his breathing, which was now coming out in short, rough, gasps. The sudden jolt had startled him, nearly giving him a heart attack. Even as his breathing slowed, returning to normal, a uneasy feeling in his stomach stayed, but for the life of him, he could not figure out why.

Around him he could hear the curios whispers of not only his team, but of other people in the compartment; all wondering what had happened to cause the sudden jolt. For a second it had felt like the train had come off it's tracks.

The whispers soon started to die down. People all around him dismissed the sudden jolting as a complete accident; nothing that they had to worry about. The train was now moving smoothly and that was all that mattered. Or at least to them it was.

For some reason, the feeling in the pit of his stomach stayed. The feeling unnerved him. Everything was fine, everything was alright. That's what he told himself. Yet for the life of him, he couldn't fathom why it felt like he was riding onward to his death; to hell.

He glanced sideways and brown eyes met porcelain blue. The brunette was also frowning, an uneasy look in his usual mischief filled, porcelain, blue eyes. For a few seconds the two sat in silence, staring intently at each other, as if reading each others minds. Tezuka could tell Fuji felt uneasy too; he could tell the brunette was just as worried as he was. Soon the seconds turned to minutes. After what seemed like an hour, but was really only 5 minutes,their staring contest was broken.

It was Fuji who stood up. "I'll be right back, I'm just going to go speak to the Conductor for a moment." He quickly left, heading towards the front of the train.

It was Momo who brought Tezuka's attention back to his team. "Hey, isn't that our stop up ahead?"

Sure enough, up ahead the signs clearly stated that this was where they were supposed to be getting off at. The only problem was, they weren't slowly down. The train still hurtled at full speed down the tracks, showing no sign of stopping, at least not anytime soon.

Tezuka's frown deepened. He wondered if he should go talk to the conductor, but then remembered that Fuji had already went up. Surely he would notice their predicament. Even if Tezuka had decided to get up and talk to the conductor he wouldn't have been able to. For at the same moment they entered a tunnel the lights flashed once, before the entire train was plunged in darkness

A/N

Done! So how'd I do? I'm kinda torn on this chapter. On one hand I feel as if I did well, on the other I feel I did horrible and on the other, other hand I feel like I did decent. So yeah...

Anyway, I hope you'll be kind enough to review :P