The Misadventures of Fuji Yuuta

Or

The Lonely, Self-Proclaimed Orphan and the Quest for a New Home

A Co-Write between KitKitSouji and LadyJewel

Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is owned by Konomi Takeshi-sensei, Shonen Jump, TV Tokyo, and VIZ. My co-writer and I aren't intending to get any monetary gratification from this ficlet.

LadyJewel's Note: I get to write this chapter and then KitKitSouji gets to write the next… We're switching off! Please, excuse the randomness (hopefully that's why you're here.) I hope to live up to everyone's high expectations! bows Thank you for those who even stopped to look at the fruits of my labor!

Here's your second helping of PoTCRACK! cackles

Chapter One: The Self-Proclaimed Orphan's Stay at Akazawa-Buchou's
It was only four in the afternoon when Yuuta reached his desired destination.

The house before him was well maintained, and fairly large. The tiny yard was neatly cut and the paving stones new. The garden box had flower buds popping out.

Hopefully, Buchou won't turn me away, Yuuta thought as he crossed to the door.

He dropped his duffel bag beside him and hesitantly pressed the doorbell.

The melancholy tune that played sounded reminiscent of something played on an organ. In a church.

Is that a harpsichord? Yuuta thought, honestly becoming more than a little worried. He knew everyone on his team was just a tad eccentric. It just never had hit home that his Buchou was weird.

"Yoshirou! Answer the goddamn door!" an angry feminine voice shrieked.

"Why don't you, you hag!" Yuuta winced at Akazawa-Buchou's indecency.

Yuuta reached down for his duffel, thinking, Maybe I should go to Mizuki-san's.

"Yoshirou! I'm making your goddamn dinner! Answer the door, damnit!" the female voice yelled, again. Her scream was followed by the sound of something shattering.

"Alright already! I'll get the door," Akazawa's voice boomed from the other side of the door.

Yuuta was caught like a deer in headlights as Akazawa yanked the door open. His duffel was halfway up his arm.

"Fuji Yuuta?" Akazawa looked flabbergasted. He had not expected any of his teammates to show up on his doorstep at all during break. "What the Hell are you doing here?"

"Um, Akazawa-Buchou, can I stay here tonight?" Yuuta asked meekly, thinking that he did not want to make his Buchou fly off the handle. "I kinda don't want to be home tonight."

Akazawa shrugged. "Heh, sure." He leaned back inside the door. "Mom! I have a friend staying over the night!"

"Oh, that's wonderful, dear," the voice that had been yelling answered back sweetly. "Will they be eating with us?"

"Yeah."

A woman, just as tan as Akazawa, entered the entry hall. She held aloft a large mixing bowl and a wooden spoon. Her apron was dusted with flour.

"Welcome," she greeted Yuuta, smiling.

Yuuta blinked and quickly but politely bowed. "Sorry to intrude."

Akazawa smirked and smacked Yuuta on the back. "It's no problem. Anything to help a teammate."

"Yoshirou, may I speak with you a second in the kitchen," Akazawa-san asked. She smiled sweetly at Yuuta, before leaving the entryway.

Akazawa grinned back at Yuuta. "Yuuta, why don't you drop your stuff in my room? It's the second door on the right, if you go upstairs. Ignore my brother. He shouldn't even be here this week."

Nodding in confirmation, Yuuta knelt to untie his sneakers.

Akazawa left the entryway the same direction as his mother.

Yuuta neatly placed his sneakers to the side and slipped into a pair of guest slippers. He grabbed his duffel and started toward the stairs.

Halfway up the stairs, he heard, "Yoshirou, couldn't you have given me some warning? I could have made extra portions! God knows how much young boys eat!"

"Look, I'm sorry," Akazawa yelled. "I didn't know he was dropping by!"

"Tonight was just supposed to be family," Yuuta heard Akazawa-san whine. "It's not everyday that I have everyone home."

"I have no idea why you're getting so worked up over the fact that a friend is staying for the night," Akazawa growled.

As the fight between mother and son started, Yuuta decided he would make a strategic escape. As he carefully turned around, not an easy feat in the small stairwell, he heard a door click open upstairs.

He looked over his shoulder to see an older boy standing at the top of the stairs.

The malicious grin on the boy's face reminded him of Shuusuke's.

"Ah, are you the second-year that Yoshirou is always talking about? Kaneda, was it?"

"Uh… no, Kaneda-kun is a fellow teammate of mine, though," Yuuta answered warily. He slowly continued down the steps.

"Oh, no, I insist you stay, Kaneda-kun," Akazawa's older brother stated, following Yuuta down the steps. "You should know how much my brother is in love with you."

Yuuta glared at him. "Even if I was Kaneda-kun, it's not something you should be talking about. Besides, Buchou isn't like that."

Akazawa's brother gave him a smirk. "Are you so sure? Come. Let me show you his shrine."

Yuuta yelped as he was dragged up the stairs. He was pulled into the room Akazawa had stated was his. He was then pushed to stand in front of Akazawa's bed.

"Well, you want to see his shrine?"

Yuuta suddenly felt queasy. "Not extremely."

"Too bad."

The mattress was promptly pulled up. Underneath, arranged neatly, were pictures, newspaper articles, magazine articles, and even a shirt Kaneda stated had been misplaced.

It was, indeed, a shrine for Akazawa's obsession, Kaneda.

Standing in horrified disbelief, Yuuta lost his duffel.

Akazawa's older brother looked between the pictures and Yuuta. "Oh, my bad. You really aren't Kaneda."

Yuuta gulped, grabbed his duffel, and promptly ran out of the room.

Running down the stairs, he nearly flattened Akazawa.

"Sorry, Akazawa-Buchou, I promised to meet someone and nearly forgot." He bowed quickly to Akazawa-san, and replaced the slippers with his sneakers.

"I'm going! Forgive the intrusion! I'm sorry I couldn't stay!"

In his hurry, Yuuta nearly bowled over Akazawa's father. "Sorry!"

He disappeared down the street.

"What was that?" Akazawa's mother shrieked.

Akazawa shrugged in confusion. "I dunno. He's normally high strung and a bit odd, but never that crazy," Akazawa replied. "Onii-san?"

"I thought he was your Kaneda-kun," was the reply. "I showed him your shrine."

"I'm going to kill you!"

LadyJewel's Note Part 2: I apologize for the chapter being so short. It's hard to write about a family don't know much about, or, rather, create them. I do so love Saint Rudy! They're all so idiotic! huggles

Individual 'thank you's will be done later, as I have a Co-Author! Thank you!

That being said, I hand the next chapter to KitKitSouji.

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