Hello anybody reading this!
Blufox- Sorry! Couldn't fit any in this chapter, but it's coming again soon! I have a lot of pairs to pay attention to, and every time I start writing a TezuFuji scene, it keeps going... And going... And going... Sorry, got carried away there. My point is, I want to write about them, I really do, so please do bare with me!
Dovaly- Yay! I'm so glad you like it! Please continue reading!
Shimizu Miki- Sorry it took so long. I was on Spring Break! XD
DarkDemonCat- Oh? Who am I missing? (Though at this point, I probably can't do a thing about it... ')
KiriharaAkaya- About Rikkaidai- Most of them haven't been revealed, but as a recap, the ones I have mentioned are: Sanada (Snow Leopard), Bunta (Red Irish Setter) and Niou (Which, I didn't do much detail on, but he's a grey and white cat. Long haired breed. (As opposed to Inui, who is a short hair.))
Yoshikochan- Glad you liked that! And even I worry about Yukimura... He's the kind of person I can totally see inviting a burglar into his house, serving him tea, and asking him questions about himself. Unless, of course, the burglar proved dangerous, in which case Yukimura would probably have a Fuji moment, and chop the person up with that same kind smile on his face. -Sweat drop.- Sorry, just rambling.
Disclaimer- I do not own Prince of Tennis
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"Ah, Shinji," Kamio sighed as Shinji's skilled lips continued over his neck and then reached his collar bone. Kamio stifled a moan as Shinji's tongue lapped at a particularly ticklish spot.
"Boys!" Ngh... Kamio sighed again and this time it wasn't the turned on one that he knew Shinji loved to hear. Shinji himself was now muttering incomprehensibly to himself, giving the object of their distraction a dull glare.
Ryuzaki shook her head at them. "Inside." At this, Kamio had to laugh, his tail twitching merrily.
"You can't tell us what to do!" He chuckled, "It's not like we even go to your school." Kamio smirked up at her from where he lay on the grass with Shinji, "And you can't tell me you've been able to keep Oishi and Kikumaru off of each other, or Tezuka and Fuji."
"Tezuka and Fuji have their parents' permission," Kamio didn't fail to notice that she didn't argue about the golden pair, and stored that away.
"How do you know we don't?" He retorted.
"She may not know, but I do." The voice, of course, belonged to no other then Tachibana, as he folded his arms across his chest and looked down at the two boys. "Go inside."
Kamio opened his mouth, a remark he knew would sting on the tip of his tongue, but thought better of it, and closed his mouth as Shinji wordlessly touched his hand. "Yes, Buchou." Just as silently, Shinji stood up and then helped Kamio to his feet. Help that the red head would never have excepted from anyone else. Kamio gave both Ryuzaki and Tachibana a light glare, and allowed himself to be taken inside.
"I'm sorry about that, Ryuzaki-sensei," Tachibana said, "But please don't judge them too harshly."
"I knew Kamio-kun could be a little cocky and full of himself, but I'd never have thought he would talk to an adult like that."
"He normally wouldn't, but it's Shinji," Tachibana sighed, "Akira is really protective of Shinji."
"If they're so close, why don't they just tell their parents?" Ryuzaki just didn't understand.
"Akira practically lives alone," Tachibana explained, "His parents send him just enough money to live with, if he goes easy on the electricity and water, and Akira takes care of the little things they don't pay for. I don't think Akira ever talks to them. For a long time, I tried to figure out what was wrong with Shinji. When I met him, he was nothing like he is now. He never talked. Well, at least I never heard him talk. Maybe he talked to Akira, but then again, Akira felt just as ashamed as the rest of us, because we never knew."
He wondered for a moment why he had suddenly become so talkative, and to Ryuzaki, of all people. Still, now that he had started, he couldn't just stop now. Before, Fudomine business was always Fudomine business, but maybe it was time someone knew. "We all knew that Shinji's family was a little dysfunctional, but when we found out Shinji was being abused... None of us had been expecting that, not even Akira, who was already very close to Shinji, even if they weren't involved yet. After we found out though, we all worked at getting Shinji into foster care. It was difficult getting adults to believe us, but it worked. I really think that Shinji and Akira starting to go out was a good thing, because things got better after that. I really believe that what Shinji needed most after what he had been through was to have someone to love, and someone who told them they loved him and meant it. Shinji and Akira are good together. Where one is weak, the other is strong." Tachibana shook his head, "I don't know why I'm telling you this, but maybe it's best to have someone outside of the team and the foster agency know."
"I glad you told me," Ryuzaki said, touching his arm reassuringly. "If you'll excuse me." Tachibana watched, a bit confused, as the Seishun coach headed back inside. Deciding not worry too much about it, he brought his cell phone out of his pocket, and called the first number on his speed dial.
"Hello?" Just that voice, it made Tachibana smile.
"Hey."
"Kippei?"
"Yes, is your 'Birthday Dinner' over?"
"Don't say it like that," the smooth voice chided, but Tachibana could tell the person was smiling. "Just because I couldn't come to some party of Atobe's. This is important to my family."
"I won't lie, I want you here," Tachibana said, "I want you here. You should be, you'd have more fun."
"Do you miss me that much?"
"That and more," Tachibana assured the person on the other side of the line. "I wish I could have spent your birthday with you." Shaking his head, Tachibana tried to draw attention away from his last statement by adding, "Did you know that both of the Fuji brothers are here?"
"Kippei, please don't do that." Rat's, caught. "We knew when we decided to go out that it would be hard. We knew that we wouldn't be able to see each other as often as we wanted to." He heard a sigh through the phone and frowned. "I have to tell you... My parents know about us."
"You--"
"Oh, it's not that they mind or anything, and I know you wanted to tell them yourself, but then at dinner..." Tachibana found himself unable to be angry when the voice softened, as if embarrassed and said, "When they asked me what I wanted most, for my birthday, I felt no reason to lie."
"Oh, K--" Tachibana started, but was cut off as Shusuke Fuji flew over and took the phone from him.
"Hello? Saeki? Happy Birthday!" As Fuji continued to prattle on about nothing, a sighing Tezuka came to take control of the situation.
He took the phone from Fuji and muttered an apology to both Saeki and Tachibana before handing the phone back over to Tachibana himself. He then took Fuji by the hand and led him away.
"Um, Ki-chan? Is Fuji drunk?"
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"Is Fuji-senpai going to be okay?" Kaido asked, watching the said senior dance around clumsily, Kunimitsu following behind as a sort of damage control.
"He should be," Inui said, moving to push glasses that were not there up his nose by habit. "According to a simulation that I ran before we left, alcohol should only be effective for about twenty minutes if not taken in excess." Kaido gulped. Fuji had been acting like a drunken idiot for only about ten.
"... Can we somehow make it go faster?"
"We couldn't, but there's actually a ninety-eight percent chance that Fuji isn't really drunk."
Kaido looked out at the tensai again, on the chance that there was even a hint of soberness in the way Fuji was acting. "How do you figure?"
"... Before you and Momoshiro became starters, and Tezuka became the captain, there used to be a starters' initiation."
"Initiation?"
"It was actually just a drinking game that new starters had to play with senior starters. You didn't have to participate, of course, if you didn't mind being shunned by the rest of the starters. That is how I know Fuji can hold his liquor."
"How come I've never heard of this?"
"Tezuka stopped it all when he took control of the club, but even before that it was kept under wraps." Inui glanced at Kaido, to see that the junior had been trying to look into his eyes the entire time they had been speaking. "Kaoru..."
"... Yes?" There was a strange, loving look in the viper's eyes that Inui had never thought or even dreamed he would see directed at him. Alright, he had dreamed, hoped feverishly, but all logic told him...
Then Inui saw it; love simply wasn't logical. That was why Tezuka could put up with Fuji's insane antics. That was why Oishi would date Kikumaru, regardless of the risk to himself if his family found out. It was the reason Ryoma would let himself cry, when it was over Momo. And that was why Kaoru could look at him like that.
"Nothing, Love," Inui smiled at the surprised look on Kaido's face. "Dance?"
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This had gone on long enough, Kunimitsu decided. Fuji was currently stumbling around, narrowly missing several dancing couples. The Buchou thought he knew why Fuji was doing this as well. When Fuji had first downed the punch, he had seemed completely normal, as normal as Fuji ever was anyway. It wasn't until Jyosei's Wakato arrived, and Kunimitsu began feeling a pain in his head, he assumed was coming from the distress former was trying to cover. That was when Fuji took up his act, probably to distract Kunimitsu from the pain. Kunimitsu had thought before that that he was covering up the pain he felt rather well, but Fuji always seemed to know just how to slip past his barriers. He was glad that, at least, Fuji had chosen this instead of the alternative; using his power to take the pain from him and shoulder the burden himself. The pain itself was now practically non-existent, though Fuji's charade was still very real.
Finally, Kunimitsu took Fuji into his arms from behind, moving himself and the tensai side to side in a slow dance. One hand found its way around Fuji's waist as Kunimitsu pulled them both together, and the other moved up to caress Fuji's cheek softly. He then brushed his lips across Fuji's ear.
"Never knew I could feel like this; like I've never seen the sky before," Kunimitsu sand softly, the hand that had been on Fuji's cheek now running through his white wings. "I want to vanish inside your kiss, everyday I love you more and more." Now he concentrated on focusing his power so that all sounds except his voice were blocked from Fuji's ears. "Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing? Telling me to give you everything. Seasons may change, winter to spring, but I'll love you, until the end of time." Tezuka even smiled slightly, pressing his lips against Fuji's for just a moment so that the tensai could feel that he was, knowing that Fuji would be a little bothered that he would smile around so many people, but also knowing that Fuji would be happy as well. "Come what may. Come what may, I will love you until my dieing day."
"Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place," Fuji began singing softly, leaning back against Kunimitsu with a smile. "Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace." With perfect timing, Kunimitsu turned Fuji around to face him as he sang that line, rewarded by the way Fuji's smile widened and his eyes sparkled. Kunimitsu then spun him out, holding his hand as if breaking the contact between them would break his heart as well. "Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste." Kunimitsu twirled him back in, and sighed contentedly as the tensai rested his head on the buchou's shoulder. "It all revolves around you."
Fuji seemed to noticed just then how many people were watching them, staring, really. Fuji had never really wanted to disappear before, if you didn't count when he was around his parents, but just then it sounded like a good idea. Still, he could very well ask Kunimitsu to use his power on him, (which he realized was ceasing to effect him as the sounds of the party came back to him), because that simply was not Fuji.
Fuji had to do something bigger and better to make up for and bypass attention from what he had embarrassed himself with before.
"Kunimitsu," he cooed softly, knowing it would sound like bird chatter to anyone else, and like a manipulating, honey filled voice to his boyfriend, "You trust me, right?"
"Yes," was the curt, whistled answer back, though there was suspicion in the other seniors eyes.
"And of course you know I would never cheat on you, or even want to cheat on you, right?"
"Yes," Kunimitsu regarded him with somber eyes. "Shusuke, what are you planning?" Fuji merely smiled and flicked his nose.
"You just said you trusted me." With that, he moved off to start on his plan. Kunimitsu himself walked, seeming calm, while inside he was insanely curious, to the bar and sat down, turning to watch potential chaos unfold.
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"Akutagawa-san," Fuji smiled as he approached him and Atobe. "I was wondering if you would allow me to ask Atobe-san for a dance."
Jirou's eyes narrowed and his arms encircled Atobe possessively. Like the tiger whose blood he shared, he stood his ground with a dangerous smirk. "Why?"
Knowing that e might not get out of this one completely unscathed, he leaned in and whispered his plan in Jirou's ear. Fuji realized that he might actually get through this without have his face scratched up in the process as Jirou's hostile demeanor evaporated and a childlike, wide-eyed smile suited him better. "Keigo..." He whispered to the buchou, turning on his own type of charm, "Dance with him, please?"
"Only One..." Atobe whispered back, and by the way Jirou's eyes softened, Fuji figured it held a special meaning for him, and not just 'only one dance'. Still, Fuji took it as a sign of agreement, and sent a thought to Ryoma, who relayed a song request to the DJ.
"I have only one question," Jirou smiled, "Why not Tezuka-san?"
"I want him to watch." Fuji's own smile widened and his eyes opened in a mischievous way. "And I know Atobe-san can tango."