Hello anybody reading this! Almost everything is back in order now, so things should go more smoothly from here! I'm actually going to answer reviews this time, and I'm sorry it's been a while.
Blufox- Yes. Heart. You gotta love those two.
KiriharaAkaya- W-well written...? -throws a party.- YES!!! Anyway, I refuse to watch the English anime (I've seen one and a half episodes) because the voices are too mismatched. I mean, did they even LISTEN to how the voices were SUPPOSSED to sound in the Japanese version? Sad. I was also very touched that you would offer Fuj ithe money, and he thanks you as well, (Yes, I agree with you. REAL.), but says that he can't except that amount of generous charity. It'll all work out though, I'm sure, so read on with out worry!
KaL KeY- I'm very glad that you like it, and here's the next chapter!
CelicaChick- -singing- Great writing, great writing! Sorry, it makes me very happy to hear things like that! As for Fuji's family... There will DEFINATELY be more on that soon. Poor Fuji.
Disclaimer- I do not own Prince of Tennis
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"Have fun?" Ryuzaki asked as Kunimitsu closed the door behind Fuji and himself. "Yumiko called me."
"You two certainly keep in touch," Fuji smiled, but Kunimitsu could tell he was irritated.
"It's a good thing too," Ryuzaki said, "Or else I wouldn't know about you two. You've been hiding it for a couple days? I don't see how, it seems your relationship was obvious to just about everyone in this house except me."
"Did you hear that? We did manage to fool one, Kunimitsu," Fuji said, cheerful sarcasm in his voice and expression, "I told you so."
Ryuzaki rolled her eyes. "The point is, your parents have consented to your relationship and have no problems with you rooming together, so I won't do anything to stop either of you from doing whatever it is you want to with your relationship. I won't even give you the 'teacher speech'; I trust the two of you."
"You actually got a hold of my parents?" Fuji asked. What a shock; his father must have answered his phone twice in the same day. That was unheard of.
"Actually, no," Ryuzaki said, and Fuji's thoughts of a miracle having taken place were cast off, "But I trust Yumiko's authority over you, and I think you are responsible enough to know what's right and what's wrong."
'To some people, my very existence is wrong. Right and wrong are too vague for people like me, Ryuzaki,' Fuji thought, hoping Ryoma wasn't near enough to hear his thoughts.
"Hmm... Kunimitsu said, "Well, thank you, Ryuzaki-sensei, for your blessing, but we still have homework to get done before dinner."
"Of course," Ryuzaki smiled, and let the two boys past her and up the stairs.
"Are we really going to study?" Fuji asked, a smile on his face, when they had reached the room.
"Yes," Kunimitsu said, and Fuji's smiled dropped a fraction of an inch before he caught himself. "We're going to do an experiment, and find out how much contact you can stand before those wings of yours make an appearance." This made Fuji's grin widen, and the two entered the room.
Kunimitsu took Fuji's hand, something he already knew wouldn't effect either of them, and then pulled him close into an embrace. Fuji handled it well, so he went on, kissing his neck, and moving up to nip his ear. Fuji's body shuddered as he waited, wide-eyed, for whatever Kunimitsu would do next, and found it harder and harder the farther Kunimitsu took this. Kunimitsu finally kissed his mouth, though it was little more then a peck. It was more then enough, however, and Fuji's wings practically erupted from his back. Kunimitsu didn't seem to notice, and kissed Fuji again, making it deeper. Fuji kissed him back eagerly, wanting to start again where Taka had made them stop the day before. He pushed Kunimitsu back onto the bed and then let the slightly larger boy roll him over onto the bottom. Fuji wasn't sure what to expect as Kunimitsu grabbed both of his wrists and pushed them down against the bed. Kunimitsu then pressed his body against Fuji, not so much that he would crush him, but enough that he could feel the pulsing through Fuji's body. Fuji gasped at the contact of their bodies, and Kunimitsu covered up another pleasure filled moan with a kiss. Just when Fuji was really beginning to get excited, Kunimitsu's phone rang. At first, they both ignored it, and continued kissing, but after the person had called several times, Kunimitsu got fed up and answered.
"Tezuka-kun," Kunimitsu realized it was Atobe's voice coming through the phone, and wondered for no more then a moment how he had gotten his number. "Is it true that the Seishun Regulars a Trivial Pulse positives?"
"Hai," Kunimitsu answered.
"Good, then Ores-sama's intelligences have been correct so far," Atobe said.
"What else have you 'intelligences' told you?" Kunimitsu asked, his voice edging on annoyed.
"Nothing much," Kunimitsu could almost see Atobe's over-elegant shrug. "But Ore-sama has a question for you, and the rest of your regulars."
"Would you like to talk to everyone at once?" Kunimitsu asked calmly.
"Yes, put Ore-sama on speaker so that all might be charmed by my wonderful voice," Atobe ordered, and Kunimitsu pulled the phone away from his mouth so that the other buchou wouldn't hear him sigh.
Thankfully, everyone was already gathered in the living room to watch a movie, so Kunimitsu only had to put the phone on speaker. Atobe's voice filled the room. "Hello Seishun Regulars, plus Inui and Ryuzaki-sensei." Everyone rolled their eyes when they heard it who it was. "I'm calling you because I've been interested for sometime in the other schools with people effected by the Trivial Pulse. So, I am hosting a ball, and inviting all of the Trivial Pulse Positives. You may bring a date, but they must be positive also. Any questions, comments?"
"Hold on, Atobe-kun," It was Ryuzaki, "Who is chaperoning?"
"Tarou-sensei," Atobe answered, and Ryuzaki shook her head. Tarou was strict, but Atobe had said 'schools', plural, which meant a lot of kids.
"I'll help out," Ryuzaki said.
"If you insist," Atobe answered, and waited. Nods went around the room, several excited about the chance.
"We're all coming," Kunimitsu said, turning the phone back down.
"Good," Atobe said, and rattled off some information about the time and place. "See you then. Bye." Kunimitsu was about to hang up, whan Atobe's voice came once more. "Hold on, Tezuka-kun. Is it also true that you and Fuji-kun are--" Kunimitsu hung up.
"Alright," Ryuzaki said, clapping her hands, "Tonight is a 'fend for yourself' night. There is no set dinner, so just feed yourselves whenever you get hungry." Mumbles went around the room, most thinking about Atobe's ball rather than dinner. Slowly, they all filtered out, the movie completely forgotten, until only Kunimitsu and Fuji remained in the room. Kunimitsu was debating how to ask the other boy to go to the ball with him when the other boy grabbed his hand.
"Are you hungry?" Fuji asked, and Kunimitsu nodded, realizing that it had been a while since their burgers. Fuji smiled and let him into the kitchen.
"The kitchen was disserted, much to the pleasure of the two seniors. They decided to make something simple, and Kunimitsu started rummaging through cupboards as Fuji went through the fridge. Finally, it seemed that ramen was the only quick thing in the house and they began to ready their dinner. Fuji sighed as Kunimitsu put the water on to boil. He didn't show it often, but Shusuke Fuji hated to wait more then anything else. Still, Kunimitsu had offered to cook for them tonight, and how could Fuji turn such an offer down? He would have to sit still and wait.
"It won't be that long," Kunimitsu promised, "It's only ramen."
"I know," Fuji smiled at his perceptive boyfriend, "It's just--" He was cut off as Kunimitsu grunted with a flinch. Fuji saw him cradle his hand against his chest and realized that the other boy had managed to burn himself. "Are you alright?" Fuji asked, heading over to him with a concerned look on his face, "How bad is it?"
"It's fine," Kunimitsu answered, going to the sink to run a little water over his hand. He was embarrassed that he had been so careless. In front of Fuji, no less! The burn really wasn't that bad, but Fuji had long ago learned not to trust Kunimitsu's word about whether he was hurt or not.
"Let me see it, please," he asked, and Kunimitsu, a bit grudgingly, let Fuji examine his hand. Fuji reached out and took the hand delicately in his, and upon contact realized that Kunimitsu's burn was gone.
"What the...?" Kunimitsu was surprised, but Fuji understood as he felt the burn forming on his own hand. Kami-sama had granted his wish, to be able to take Kunimitsu's pain. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, careful not to let Kunimitsu see his hand.
"Weird," he said, "But at least you're alright. Perhaps we shouldn't question our blessings." Kunimitsu gave him an odd look; knowing he was hiding something, but not knowing what. "Your water is boiling," Fuji informed the buchou, and Kunimitsu got back to making dinner.
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Kaoru Kaido was watching his senpai from behind. As he had so many other days, Kaido had found Sadaharu Inui working on the computer in the mountain houses' clinic. The data expert was set on finding out how the earthquake had messed with their DNA. Still, Kaido didn't like it. Sure, he would like to find out why they had changed, but why did Inui have to be the one who did everything? Sure, Inui really was the only one who could; who had the skills to figure it all out, other than perhaps Fuji, who seemed to have no interest in why they changed anyway, but Kaido was concerned for the older boy. He never seemed to have any fun any more. It was school, tennis and research, nothing else, for Inui. After all, even if he never really could, Kaido still wanted to ask--
"Eighty-two percent chance that you want to ask me something," Inui said, not turning around.
"H-how...?" Kaido asked, surprised.
"You have a tendency to stare at people from behind when you want to ask a question," Inui stated, typing something new into the computer. "Ninety-seven percent chance it has something to do with tennis." Inui wasn't counting on that three percent, though deep down he hoped that his calculations were wrong.
Kaido's heart sank a bit. Ninety-seven percent? Was he that tennis obsessed? No, he shook his head, glad Inui wasn't watching, he was more Inui obsessed than tennis obsessed. Still, how could he ever ask his senpai to go to Atobe's ball with him? "I don't have question," Kaido lied, and left the room. Inui continued to type for a while, then sighed.
"Too bad," he said, "I could use an excuse to pay more attention to you then this research. He hadn't counted on that three percent, no, but it didn't change the fact that it sucked to be right some times.