AN:

To Kina-chan: Ryoma's first class is English, and—since he's from America—I skipped him up a few classes. So, he's taking English with the older students. As for knowing they went to the same school…they'll find out eventually.

To everyone: Thanks for reviewing.

Disclaimer: I do not own the PoT characters.

WARNINGS AU, slash, many, many Ocs (original characters)

Chapter 5

Shikara smirked to himself as he handed his history test to the teacher and made his way out the door.

This was proving easier than he had predicted. These foolish humans had no idea what was hanging over their seemingly bright horizon.

There was only one concern clouding his mind: the target himself and the new student.

…Fuji Syusuke.

He felt as though he should know the name and yet…for some reason, every time he ran through his memories, he came up with a blank.

Shikara snorted derisively. Why was the slender youth so bothering him anyway? He was more than a match for any human.

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"Sango! Give me my racket this instant!"

The second-year giggled, dancing out of Daisuke's reach as he continued to juggle the three rackets.

"He's just practicing," Sanga retorted on his twin's behalf, throwing a tennis ball high into the air and catching it again without ever glancing up from his book.

The flustered jester dropped onto a bench, watching anxiously as his racket soared up into the air and was caught again, whirling between deft fingers. "For what? The circus?"

Sanga snorted, peering over the open pages. "You're one to talk."

"Are you implying something?"

"You tell me. I'm not the one who spent lunch having an intense conversation with his broccoli."

"You know, Sanga—"

"No, I don't. Please do not enlighten me."

"—You really need to work on that attitude. Why don't I refer you to my uncle? He's a psychiatrist."

Minou frowned as he emerged from the office at the back. "Could the lot of you keep it down? I have work to do."

Daisuke stuck out his tongue. But before further retorts could be fired, the locker room door opened and Ryoma stepped inside followed by a stranger with light brown hair.

The team chorused in greeting. Ryoma nodded curtly before heading straight for his corner locker.

"As cheerful and outgoing as ever," Daisuke laughed, bouncing over to clap the irritated captain on the back.

Ryoma grunted, trying to ignore the tensai's suddenly intense gaze. Then the glint of sapphire blue vanished behind that infuriating, innocent smile. Why was his stomach twisting in dread?

"Nice to meet you," Daisuke said, turning to Fuji next and holding out his hand. "Name's Daisuke, Minaraiya Daisuke. And you would be…?"

He sensed movement behind him but before Ryoma could make a run for it, Fuji had touched him on the shoulder gently and leaned down to peck him on the cheek before facing the others with a pleasant smile. Accepting a stunned Daisuke's hand, he shook it.

"Fuji Syusuke."

Ryoma tugged his cap down to hide his face, picking up the pace of his usual routine. The sooner he was changed and his stuff put away, the faster he could get away from his crazy boyfriend.

"So, h—how's your first day been?" Haru inquired. He had walked in just in time to witness the casual display.

"Quite good, thank you," the prodigy replied cheerfully. "Sorry, but if you'll just excuse me…"

Moving swiftly over to where his boyfriend was making good on his getaway, Fuji draped an arm about Ryoma's shoulders, smiling placidly as they walked out onto the courts with the other members of the tennis club goggling after them.

"Go out with me after practice today?"

………

Daisuke blinked as the locker room door swung shut. "Am I hallucinating?"

Sanga cleared his throat, setting his forgotten book aside. "Not unless we all are."

His twin shook his head vigorously and stared again at the closed door. "I think I missed something."

Minou adjusted his glasses thoughtfully, tapping his chin with a finger. "Indeed…."

TBC

AN: Thanks for reading and please review.

Sorry. The plot's moving sort of slowly.