Title: The smiling Buchou and the Frowning Tensai Chapter 3
Pairing: TezukaxFuji
Rating: PG-13 for mention of sex?
Genre: Utter Crack
Disclaimer: All I own is the cpu.
A/N: I have a writer's block for this series... *sigh* Does anyone have any idea how I can continue this story? If not, I will sadly have to put this collection on hold...

~Inevitable Difference~

"Nyaaa Fujiko!" Eiji super glomped his best friend the second he saw him enter the school's gate. "You won't believe what happened yesterday! I happened to stumble on the most genial toothpaste—" He stopped in the middle of his rambling when he saw Fuji's expression. Worried, he stared closer, trying to figure what was out of place this morning.

"Kikumaru. Get off of me," was the strict order coming from the prodigy's smooth voice.

"Wha….what happened? You never call me using my family name!" Eiji gasped, as he finally found what was out of place. "You're not smiling, Fujiko!"

"As I said Kikumaru, get--"

"Fuji." Scared, Eiji turned to see Tezuka glaring at them. "Fuji, I thought we talked this over this morning. Stop acting like a child." Fuji giggled inwardly. Being Tezuka was so much fun!

Fuji sighed. Fuji sighed! Taking turn, Eiji looked at him, then stared at Tezuka. They seem to be sending some of those incognito double-locked mental emails or something. Despite being curious of what they were mentally throwing themselves, the red head was too scared of being assigned to laps if he pried. But something was definitely off with Fuji today and he needed to get to the bottom of this.

"Fujiko," he whispered in his ear, "did you stay over at Tezuka's?"

When the smaller boy tensed up, Eiji was sure they had a fight over the night. What he didn't know was that Tezuka, even if he was in Fuji's body,was very sensitive close to the ear and hated when people blew air near that spot. He was about to shrug the clinging catboy off when he felt his captain's icy glare on his back. Right, he reminded himself, smile.

"E-Eiji, please get off of me?" Tezuka forced a smile and when he thought about how embarrassing this was, a blush crept along his face.

The lunatic acrobat willingly un-glued himself from Fuji's neck and happily ran towards the clubroom, throwing one of his 'Nya Oishi, guess whaaat? Fuji just blushed after I mentioned him staying over at Tezuka's~' along way. They heard a faint, 'Eiji! That's personal matter!' coming from the lockers and then silence.

Fuji slowly turned around to see Tezuka's jaw twitching uncontrollably on the side. The bespectacled man emitted a dark 'I-just-got-my-pride-damaged-and-you-are-going-to-pay' aura. Never before did Tezuka think looks could kill.

"Fuji, if you don't hurry and go change, practice is going to start" the Seigaku captain ordered.

Yes, this was going to be hell for Tezuka.

~oO~Oo~oO~Oo~

"Hmmm…" Inui hummed to himself. Today Fuji was standing on Tezuka's left side. Now this was weird. He scribbled something down on his notebook before closing it with a small 'thud'.

Noting the slight change in Inui's usually passive expression, Kikumaru scoot closer to him and whispered something in his ear. The data player nodded in acknowledgement now and then, showing his agreement with whatever the red head was telling him. When Eiji pulled away, he gave Inui a sly grin before once again scooting back unnoticeably to where he originally stood. And then Inui walked towards where the two Seigaku aces were standing.

"Tezuka," he called, smiling to himself about all the data he will gather.

"What?" came the double response from both Fuji and Tezuka. The latter immediately gave the former a glare.

Inui hastily opened his green notebook to write down everything he just saw. This was good data, very, very good data. "Tezuka, don't you think it is about time I announce that?" he smirked evilly.

The captain quickly glanced at the prodigy for help. Only the real Tezuka knew whatever 'that ' was. To his disappointment, the smaller boy next to him didn't seem to have noticed his distressed call. Fuji was using all his concentration trying to contain his embarrassment and smile. The bespectacled boy resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Tezuka just didn't understand that he was in Fuji's skin (literally, mind you) and that smiling while in his skin wasn't supposed to be embarrassing. Fuji sighed. Tezuka was a hopeless actor.

"Well?" Inui asked when his buchou gave him no answer. "You should ask the members to gather."

The captain nodded once and called all the regulars to gather. "Inui here has an important announcement to make," he started when all eight members were in front of him. "Inui, please elaborate on that," he empathized on the last word.

The regulars, all except Fuji and Tezuka gulped. 'That'… it couldn't be a new Inui juice could it…?

"I have two good news," Inui announced. "The first is that we will go camp-training on Monday…"

Shouts and whistles of joy resounded before Inui could finish talking. Eiji was hugging a flushed Oishi tightly while Momoshiro glomped his kohai –whether it was because he wanted to go camp training or because there was no Inui juice will remain a mystery. "Alright! Camping!" they shouted in unison. The last camping trip had been much fun, despite all the hard training. This time, they had Tezuka with them, so there was no need to stress too much, unless one was worried about receiving laps.

"…And the second good news…" Inui cleared his throat to get full attention on him. "I have prepared this Inui Juice hyper remix, super deluxe along with a very competent training schedule. Whoever is unable to complete their share of work will have to drink this at the end of the day."

"How is that good news?!" they once again all shouted together. It seems the regulars were in sync today.

Fuji sighed inaudibly and Tezuka smirked inwardly. Their problems just keep multiplying.

~oO~Oo~oO~Oo~

"Hey, Tezuka!" Oishi whispered to his friend. "Tezuka!" he hissed again. Looking around to make sure no one noticed them, he asked, "What's wrong Tezuka? Why aren't you correcting the teacher? He made a big mistake…"

But Tezuka was staring far away outside the window.

~oO~Oo~oO~Oo~

"Sensei."

The teacher turned from the blackboard to face the almost-smiling boy. (Tezuka hasn't mastered the art of nonchalant smiling yet). "What is it, Fuji?" he asked sweetly.

The honey haired youth walked over to where the teacher was standing and whispered "you made a spelling mistake on the second paragraph…"

The older man quickly scooted away, his face flushed whether from the proximity of what must be the prettiest boy on earth to his ear, or from his stupid careless mistake. The students giggled at their sensei who was sweating uncontrollably while Fuji graciously made his way back to his seat, oblivious to what was going on.

Eiji stared at him for a long moment. Since when was Fuji paying full attention to a language class?

~oO~Oo~oO~Oo~

Fuji closed and double-locked the door of his room. Tezuka collapsed on his bed, after what must have been the most tiring day of his whole existence. His face, more precisely his lips felt sore. Never could he have suspected that constant smiling could be this painful, even if it was in Fuji's body. And his long hair was really annoying since it would constantly fall before his eyes. It took everything Tezuka had to resist the urge to clip his hair up.

"Fuji, we must put an end to this. I can't stay in your body like this."

The taller man looked at him questioningly. "And how do you plan to get us back to normal?"

Fuji blushed a faint shade of red. "The same way it took us to get our bodies switched."

"Tezuka I can't have sex with myself, it will be too awkward," Fuji reasoned.

"Do you think it will be easier for me? It's almost repugnant to think that I will enter myself…" the honey haired boy quickly shut himself up and placed a hand over his mouth. Oh no. Fuji had that glint in his eyes… he damned his carelessness.

"On second thought," Fuji smirked, "it might not such a bad idea having you under me…" Tezuka slowly made his way to Fuji, measuring each one of his steps carefully.

"Now Fuji, don't do anything…"

He had been cut off mid sentence by Fuji's lips pressing on his.

This had to be the worst night ever.

~oO~Oo~oO~Oo~

The next morning, to Tezuka's dismay, he woke up remaining in Fuji's (aching) skin.

~To be Continued~

A/N: I have a writer's block. If anyone has any suggestions on how this story could go on... please tell me? If I don't come up with something this series will sadly have to go on hold until I get my muse back. This chapter again, is just a filler.

Reviews and criticism fill my soul. :)