Painless

Summary: Fuji is 'Pain' and Atobe is 'Agony'. Their target is Tezuka Kunimitsu. But will their love for him get in the way? Or is it love for each other?

Warnings: Shounen-ai

Pairings: Atobe/Fuji, Tezuka/Fuji, slight Yuki/Fuji, super slight Fuji/Ryoma

Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is not mine.

This chapter is kind of short, so I hope you will bear with me! It's actually my shortest chapter besides the Epilogue. As I promised in the last chapter, Yukimura appears in this chapter! So read, review, and enjoy!

Chapter 5: Heartless

Fuji woke up to white walls and white sheets. The only color present was the blue sky out of the white window. The brightness of the midday sun made him dizzy. He moved his hand to cover his eyes. All he remembered was being at a school that wasn't Seigaku and talking to Atobe about something. He tried hard, but couldn't seem to remember what they had been talking about. Fuji realized that he wasn't in him own home, and that he was in the hospital.

Fuji sat up, wondering how long he had been there, but felt a throbbing pain at his head. He struggled to stay sitting, but a gentle hand pushed him back onto the bed.

"Don't try to sit up to quickly," a woman, the doctor, said. "You were just suffering a minor case of oxygen deprivation due to dehydration. You should be able to get up in a couple minutes or so. This young man brought you here." She motioned to an unnoticed boy sitting at the edge of the room. Atobe, of course.

Atobe stood up suddenly. "I have to get back to practice," he said. The words seemed strained, as if he were frustrated, tired, or miserable. The doctor looked at him questioningly, as if expecting him to stay. "I'm the captain of a tennis club," he explained.

"Go ahead," Fuji said. He waved his hand a little bit, weakly. His answer was stiff also. The words were casual, but the tone certainly wasn't. "I'll see you later."

Atobe walked to the door, and then turned around again. There was an awkward silence between the two. "Be careful," he finally said. Fuji nodded.

After Atobe was out of hearing distance, the doctor asked Fuji "Is he your friend?"

Fuji almost laughed, but instead merely smiled wryly. "I guess you could call it that," he replied.

Fuji walked down the hall to the elevator. His coat felt heavy in his shoulders, and he had that annoying headache that people always got after they had been laying down too long in the middle of the day. All in all, Fuji still felt horrible.

It was evening, almost time for the sun to set. Fuji had stayed in the hospital all afternoon, half because he felt awful, and half because he just didn't feel like getting up and telling his sister what happened and why he was home late. He figured he would have to go home sometime, though, and that now would be a good time because he wasn't as dizzy anymore. He still felt exhausted even though he slept through the entire afternoon, but at least it wasn't as painful.

"Pain," Fuji heard a soft feminine voice say coming from a slightly opened door. His ears nearly perked, as if he were a cat, at the name that no one called him on Earth. Taken over by curiosity, Fuji walked toward the door and slid it open more. Icy indigo eyes stared straight at him accompanied by blue wavy hair.

"Excuse my manners, but aren't you the nationally ranked Yukimura Seiichi?" Fuji asked.

"Yes, I am." Yukimura smiled a smile rivaling Fuji's own.

"What are you doing in a hospital?"

Yukimura smiled grimly. "To make a long story short, they sent me, Illness, from the heavens to make a deal with you, and I happened to be born into a fragile body. And being Illness…you know." Fuji almost laughed, but held it back. Who knew what the captain of the defending champions in the Kantou region, Rikkaidai, could do. And Fuji didn't want to be the first one from Seigaku to find out.

"Well, what's the deal?" Fuji leaned on the wall by the doorway.

Yukimura laughed. It was a friendly, lighthearted laugh that sounded so natural. Fuji didn't know whether it was real or if Yukimura was just that talented. "Come closer, I won't bite."

Fuji still didn't trust him completely, but nevertheless walked over to the bed where Yukimura was sitting and sat beside him. Their shoulders were almost touching, and Fuji could feel Yukimura's cold breath every time he spoke. "Apparently the gods don't think you're focused on your job." Yukimura chuckled again. "Who would've thought, a person like you falling head over heels in love with a person like Agony." Fuji blushed. He opened his mouth to defend for Atobe, but Yukimura silenced him with a smile and a finger to Fuji's lips. He blinked. "Don't worry, I won't tell them. But anyway, in order to cause the target pain, they asked me to think of something for you.

"So, of course, I did. Something that will win for both of us."

Fuji cocked his head in curiosity. Something that would win for both of them?

"I need you to lose your match against our Singles 2 player, Kirihara in the tournament. It will cause your captain pain, and Rikkaidai will win the tournament. Come on, now, you don't really care whether you lose or not, do you?"

Fuji was shocked. Why would someone like Yukimura request something so…heartless? Even Fuji wouldn't resort to that. "How do you know I will be playing in Singles 2?"

"I have my ways." Yukimura smiled again, but this time is was mysterious, almost evil, again rivaling that of Fuji's. Fuji realized that they were alike in so many ways, though he didn't exactly want to admit it. The walls seemed to be moving in, trapping Fuji so close to Yukimura. As if to worsen the affect, Yukimura scooted closer to Fuji smoothly. Fuji almost didn't notice it until they were almost touching. He opened his eyes, but Yukimura didn't seem to be the least bit surprised. Instead, Fuji was already falling into Yukimura's frosty gaze. He figured that this was what his own victims felt like, only ten times worse. He didn't understand why Yukimura was Illness if he could be so…cunning.

They sat there, mere millimeters from each other, just staring. "What if we beat you in the first three matches?" Fuji said desperately.

Yukimura laughed. "I highly doubt that will happen. You know, we've been the defending champions ever since I became the captain."

Fuji frowned. He was skeptical of that happening, also. He was trapped. For sure. "Come on, Fuji, please?" Yukimura leaned closer to Fuji, if that was possible. But of course, Yukimura made it possible. Fuji didn't want to give Yukimura the feeling of victory, so he didn't scoot away, or even lean his head backwards. "It'll help both you and me." Yukimura suddenly pressed his soft lips against Fuji's. Fuji gasped, leaving an opening for the blue-haired captain. Yukimura kept kissing Fuji, who was too stunned and breath taken to struggle. "What do you say?" he whispered.

Fuji jumped up and ran out of the room immediately, his heart beating quickly.

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