The Prince of Tennis Play
Disclaimer: I wish I own Fuji… but sadly I don't.
Rating: PG or K+
Genre: Drama, humor, suspense
Pairing: Implied Atobe and Fuji, implied Tezuka and Fuji, implied Momoshiro and Ryoma
Warnings or notes: OOC-ness, possible spoilers, grammar and other errors (English is not my mother tongue), 1000 words.
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Wow, it had been a long time since I last updated. Sorry, writer's block, laziness and college life… you do the maths. Lol. I can't resist writing this interlude. Hehehe. Hope you enjoy reading and knowing more of Fuji's scheme… as well as more guessing lol.
The pairings are pretty much revealed, although they are just implications so far. Be aware though, a few of them are just for humors and not the exact pairings.
Thanks to Carzla for editing my story.
Oh, please drop a review ne? Thanks.
: Ready… Go :
Interlude - Costumes
Momoshiro shuddered whenever the memories of that day came to haunt him. Sooner or later, he would be corrupted by both of his seniors.
One fine morning, he was dragged by the duo to go shopping. At first, it seemed to be innocent, but knowing Fuji and Eiji, Momoshiro knew better to judge at an early stage. And so, his predication came true when the duo stopped to linger at a lingerie shop.
"Look, Fujiko! That corset has lots of kitty's paws on it. Reminds me of Ochibi's cat nya!" Eiji exclaimed with his finger pointing at the said garment. Momoshiro only blushed and mentally chanted 'No, Echizen doesn't not look sexy in that…'
The genius, on the other hand, only grinned when he saw Momoshiro's tensed shoulders. "Momoshiro, do you think we need them for the play?" Fuji asked with a sly smile.
Upon receiving no response, Eiji bounced on Momoshiro. "Hoi! Fujiko asked you a question nya! Don't think naughty thoughts about Ochibi!" he said, not knowing how true the comment was at the moment. It only darkened Momoshiro's blush and he turned away hurriedly. He was going to reply to Fuji's question and Eiji's comment before a deep familiar voice interrupted, successfully saving him from the embarrassment.
"Ore-sama thinks there is no need for that," Atobe said as he appeared from nowhere. His sudden appearance almost made Momoshiro jumped out of his skin, but the other two looked to have expected it. "What? Don't give me that look. Ore-sama can go wherever Ore-sama wants, moreover, this complex is owned by the Atobe household," the Hyoutei captain added when he saw the accusing look on the second year.
And the expression turned into one with shock. Obviously, he did not know that.
"Ah, Atobe, how nice of you to grace us with your presence," Fuji cut in with one of his trademark smiles.
"Hoi hoi! Atobe, I bet you like what we sent to you earlier, nya?" Eiji asked with another grin.
Both his seniors' attitudes confirmed Momoshiro's suspicions of a deal between them. Apparently, Eiji and Fuji were plotting something with Atobe.
"Ah, Fuji does have admirable skills in photography. A genius will always remain a genius, eh," was the reply from the diva. He brushed away his bangs in a graceful manner and smirked at Fuji. "The costumes are done. Follow me," he continued as he strolled towards a shop across them.
Eiji shot his best friend a wink while the younger of them only followed with curiosity. That meant his seniors asked Atobe for help on the costumes eh? Last time Momoshiro checked, Fuji did not show any liking for the wealthy diva from Hyoutei. Especially during the match Atobe had against Tezuka, Fuji was emitting a strong aura of dislike around him. To see Fuji associating with the one who hurt his teammate and important friend was odd. Perhaps Momoshiro had missed out something? Just as their data analyzer, Inui said, Fuji remained a mystery and hard to be predicted.
All right, that only added into his list of 'Why one never tries to annoy Fuji-senpai'.
"That's fashionable!" Eiji's exclaim snapped him out of his thought and he raised his head to stare at the costumes on the hangers. "Wow, they're so cool!"
"How can you expect less from Ore-sama? These are designed by top designers in the world," Atobe stated smugly.
Fuji was staring at one particular costume with his ever-lasting smile plastered on. "Maa, Eiji will look gorgeous in the Fairy costume," he commented, his hands tugging at the said gown but his opened sapphire eyes were gazing at a certain male costume. Meanwhile, Momoshiro was too busy staring at another female costume, which was clearly too small to fit on someone's body except their team's baby, Ryoma. Eiji was admiring the other costumes.
Of course, Atobe noticed Fuji's gaze on Tezuka's costume, but he made no comment about it. Instead, he walked behind the sandy-haired genius and leaned down a little until his lips were close enough to Fuji's ear for whispering. "My generosity is not one without payment. Your settlement won't be any less, Fuji," he whispered seductively. "Your gown is the most unique so you better make the best use of it…" he added suggestively.
That little display was enough to catch both of Eiji and Momoshiro's attention, successfully halting whatever they were doing and they openly gawked at those two with widened eyes.
"Aa, I am very much aware of it, Atobe," was Fuji's reply. He turned to look at the smirking captain with an equal mischievous smile on his lips. "Like you said, how can I expect any less from you?"
Almost in an instant, the other's right hand was tilting Fuji's chin upwards and his sapphire eyes were staring at Atobe's piercing gaze. It was as if his Insight could see through everything, but Fuji did have a firm shield that protected him from Atobe's knowing stare. His sudden act startled the other two as gasps were heard but both of them chose to ignore it.
"Ore-sama wishes you all the best then," the diva whispered again as he let go after a few seconds. With that, he disappeared silently leaving two frozen Seigaku regulars with one smiling prodigy.
"I don't know Atobe has a thing for guys, much less Fuji-senpai…" Momoshiro mumbled when he regained his composure.
"Nya! Don't tell me the payment is…" Eiji's voice faded as he stared at his best friend from head to toe.
"Sort of," was the simple reply coming from Fuji. A thud was heard after his answer. Without having to turn around, Fuji knew Momoshiro had fainted. "Maa… why such a big reaction upon hearing Atobe only wants my pictures in the gown?"
This time Eiji answered him with an evil glint in his eyes. "It certainly didn't look like that just now."
"Saa… and it also shows that your acting skills are getting better," Fuji replied nonchalantly.
: To be continued :
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