Disclaimer: FUJI IS MINE! TEZUKA IS MINE! ATOBE IS MINE! SENGOKU, YUUSHI, YAGYUU, MARUI andandand NIOU ARE MINE! But Prince of Tennis is not mine. Someway or another... I shall get it! Mwahahhahaa.
Part I: SEIGAKU, (ii) Tezuka, captain.
"Is Ryuzaki sensei here already?"
"Nah, she went home straight after Science lesson."
Oh? "Because of you."
"I am primarily responsible."
To say the truth, Tezuka didn't want to know why, how and what. Honestly! He had a bad feeling about today, like a collection of ice cubes that slid down his back every few minutes.
"Never mind," The prince of topic-changers. Fuji snorted. "Twenty-five laps everyone, warmup."
Of course, Fuji knew better than to provoke a moody Tezuka; it was a quick and fast death to everyone who tried, but wasn't it more fun that way?
"Have a banana," Tezuka glanced cynically at the obviously plotting Fuji, and took the offered banana. He was that close to peeling it before his common sense got to him, and he shook it a little to test for powder, prodded it for pills, and took out a pair of silver chopsticks to test for poison. The test came out clean, and Tezuka shook himself a little, wondering why he suspected Fuji to use such a dirty trick on him.
It may be paranoia, but it was well worth it, considering the number of teachers he sabotaged in the matter of a few months.
"...Very funny, Fuji." He tossed the banana back to Fuji, who blocked it with his arm and fell back into his hand. Whatever it was, he wouldn't say more words than he needed to.
Fuji excused himself, and slipped away faster than Sanada's Invisible Serve. Not that it mattered.
Tezuka decided to compose himself and looked at the banana. It was an ordinary banana, much less an Inui's synthetically modified banana. However, it was very famous due to the fact that the banana looked very much like a real one.
"My synthetically modified fruits are perfectly fit to eat." Inui claimed a touch testily. Seigaku went into an eye-rolling competition. Inui's eyelid twitched, but continued. "They look extremely like their original counterpart, so I suggest you take a bite to see which one you are eating."
Take a bite eh? One bite and you get the Kiss of Death in return.
Tezuka considered for a whole two minutes before biting down on the yellow flesh.
Mmm, sweet.
Assuming, at a risk of course, that the banana was perfectly fine, he polished it off.
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Fuji frowned at Tezuka's stotic expression. It hasn't softened; nope, not a bit, instead it hardened up, along with his guard.
What is a banana without endorphins?
Fuji's just been ripped. The banana is suppose to make him HAPPY, not the other way round. Sheesh. I can't believe I wasted my allowance for a bunch of bananas that doesn't work its wonders.
At the end of the bunch, Tezuka skeptically threw away the last peel and rewarded Fuji with his famous Tezuka Glare he rewarded to his naughtiest regulars, basically, Fuji.
Maybe he should have tried chocolate, or something stronger. That brick wall of a buchou needed to be force-fed the endorphins.
Fuji had no problem understanding that if he gave another banana to Tezuka, he would be given a few weeks of laps to run in return.
Perphaps this plan failed, but his other plans was guaranteed to make Tezuka writhe on the ground in pain, LITERALLY!
After this, it was that cheater of a fruit seller's turn...
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It hadn't been easy hatching plots for Tezuka.
In the end, Fuji even resorted to thinking in his other teamates point of view.
Eiji, he believed, would probably glomp Tezuka until he promised a smile. It was a great idea, and might work...
...if he was Eiji. It was EIJI he's talking about here!
He has the childish innocent aura that most likely makes the GAYEST things, people and situation look STRAIGHT.
And Fuji here believed that he didn't exactly have the childish snort innnocent choke aura.
The main focus here is to IRRITATE THE HELL out of Tezuka.
When he does that, Oishi might probably send him to the mental hospital in a frenzy.
The rest of the regulars, seeing that they weren't as ambitious as him, as happy enough that Tezuka twitch his eyebrow, or pop a vein. Those were enough emotion they were glad to see from him. Nothing more, or they might get a heart attack.
Maybe...maybe except for Echizen.
He wouldn't do anything to save his buchou's life.
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Inui skeptically recorded into his book:
140th Practice this year, 19 00: Ryoma leaving in the direction of his house as usual, Momoshiro, as announced, left for the newly renovated burger shop in the opposite direction. Kaidoh haven't left yet, as I am going to hand him his super-absorbent handkerchief for his Boomerang Snake shot after I complete this entry. Kawamura and Oishi are walking off in the direction of the sushi shop for a inter-class project due two weeks after today. Fuji picks up a...Tezuka's bag? He walks off non-chalantly. Tezuka picked up the last bag and left. He normally checks the side stitching before he picks up his bag, though. I can't wait to see what happens next. Ii data.
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Who would have known, Tezuka, the infamous brick wall, stotic person, burnt toast and a stone rolled in one, defeated by bananas?
Sure, the endorphins didn't work on him. Those things never did; he was naturally immune.
But it was a fact that he was annoyed. Still, he wasn't going to give Fuji the satisfaction he longed for.
Tezuka may not be Atobe, but being the tennis club buchou and the source of many a fanclubs' inspiration, he had a reputation to sustain. Not to mention, an ego to protect.
The facade was on, is on, and shall forever stay on.
With a determined yet poker look on his face, he faced his World History homework with new resolve. Now, to finish this.
Sadly, he was totally oblivious to the tennis bag he brought home and the suspiciously evil and evily suspicious aura surrounding it.
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About 5km away, homework was the last thing on Fuji's mind.
The first thing that sadist did when he got home was to research Tezuka's bag. Thoroughly.
Apparantly, the doctor left painkillers for his arm, as he anticipated. By the looks of the bottle of painkillers, Tezuka took them about everyday. Which meant he needed them everyday...
If my calling doesn't kill him first, this would...
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Ring ring ring ring, banana phone!
Bananas wasn't exactly on his list of favourite things now, and however much he wants to change his ringtone, his grandfather threw away the manual right after buying the telephone and he had no choice but to threaten to bang his head on the wall whenever he heard the childish ringtone.
The feeling came stronger today. As expected, considering what he went through during practice.
Tezuka glanced at the caller ID warily. Of course, it was Fuji, who probably wanted to finish annoying him until he broke down.
"Hn. Moshi moshi."
"Aa, Tezuka."
"Speak. I have to have my dinner soon."
"Kuni-chan needs to eat eh? Coochie coochie..."
"..." Tezuka debated whether to reply to the insult or not. In the end, his pride got to the better of him. "Fuji-SAN." Mou, that was the second time today I'm called that.
"Hai?"
"30 laps. Now."
"Around where? My house? Sheesh."
"Yes. NOW."
"Mitsu! So mean.."
"40." The vein pop sound echoed through the speakers.
"Okay, okay, don't get me wrong. I have something to tell you-"
"Run now."
Tezuka hung up. He didn't like the way the conversation was heading.
On the other side, Fuji smiled sweetly, and redialed.
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At Tezuka's house, his annoying ringtone resounded once again in his room, creating eerie echoes. He stared at the caller ID, which stared right back and refused to go away. No one but him sould have caused as much grief.
He left the phone ringing and went to take a shower, putting water strength at full blast.
When he came out from the shower, the retarded phone was still ringing. Luckily, he had his own telephone, or his father, grandfather and especially his mother would come up and beat the guts out of him. They were very traditional, so they refused to eat before everyone was here. No one said in one piece though.
Not every teenager tasted the wrath of his mother before, except for perphaps himself. And now, Fuji is hitting on him.
Oh woe is him.
He unplugged the answering machine before going down for dinner, a slight smile grazing his features.
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It was only after homework before he felt the familiar, dull throb at his shoulder.
Being the lame, schedule-bound person, Tezuka walked to the same place he always placed his bag where he left it, using the same route, and completed the task in exactly thirty-three steps.
But when he reached the bag, he was thrown off schedule.
Nothing in his 15 years of experience in living (sounds like Horio) could explain the downright evil aura around the bag.
Which only means one thing: Fuji.
Tezuka traced the stitching along the bag absently. The bumpy Tezuka K. was replaced by the equally bumpy Fuji S. The colour of the bag was a shade darker too. In fact, just about everything of the bag was different. Fuji used a different colonge.
How could he be so careless?
Put that aside, he needed his painkillers. The throbbing was starting to get duller than his history teacher, who, if you didn't know, is very very dull. Let me stress that again. DULL.
Clutching his shaking arm, he tucked the phone under his ear after dialing the person he least wanted to talk to.
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"3, 2, 1"
Aniki!
The most peculiar kind of ringtone ever. Fuji taped Yuuta screaming at him. He thought it was cute, though Yuuta freaked out when he found out the ringtone.
WHAT?! Ani-ONEE-CHAN!!
Fuji reminisced, until he figured out he was rejecting THE call. THE call he had been countdown-ing for. He snatched the phone off its handle.
"Moshi moshi. Aa. Tezuka."
"Did you bring home your tennis bag today?"
"Well of course I did," Fuji feigned annoyance, though enjoying himself thoroughly.
"Check again."
Fake rummaging sounds could be heard from Tezuka's phone. "Wait a minute...isn't this..?"
"Yes. I have yours. I told you Fuji, yudan sezu ni ikou."
"Perphaps, what about you?
"...Shut up."
"Touchy."
"Bring the bag with you to Seigaku, or its 20 laps tomorrow. I'll meet you at the gate."
"Bu-"
Toot-toot-toot
"Aw man." Fuji twitched, and replaced the phone properly. He didn't sound too in pain.
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"..." Tezuka passed Fuji's bag to the latter wordlessly.
"What's eating you?" Fuji accepted the bag and gave Tezuka a bottle. Of pills.
"..." He glanced at the bottle. Painkillers. Retaining his stone face expression, he pulled open the bottle cap and popped a couple of pills into his mouth, downing them without water. Fuji looked on with a face of pure amusement.Tezuka looked up, in time to see his grin.
"10 laps around the school, Fuji-san."
"Drop the -san! Its irritating."
"You are." Tezuka stated simply. "Run."
I might have lost the battle, but I haven't lost the war yet.
A/N: Argh. Man...I'm banned from using the computer .. So now I'm in school pon-ing co-curriculum activities :D HAWHAWHAW. Hope you liked it, though I'm behind time :X Not my fault larh. :P Anyway, TEZUKA WINS AGAIN ; Fuji never wins again the buchou xD Next up, Eiji and Oishi. The thing is if I only wrote one each the fanfiction would be so short .. MEH xD So sorry. Expect me in about a week, give or take a week if I'm slow :D