Disclaimer: Don't own it
Warnings: Yaoi, prostitution.
Rating: PG-13…
Pairings: FujiRyo
Chapter Three:
Hiromi bounced along, walking out to the apartment building attached to her house, carrying a large, delicately wrapped, bento with her. It'd been two days since Fuji had moved in, and one day since the whole tennis team had arrived. They still hadn't left. They refused to leave till they found out what Ryoma did for a living.
Actually, it was Inui, Eiji, and Momo who refused to leave. Oishi, Tezuka, and Kaidoh stayed in order to keep the others from getting into trouble. Kawamura had stayed to cook for them, seeing as how when Ryoma had cooked they had all been forced to eat large black lumps of coal.
Hiromi dodged the tents which the old tennis team had put up and rounded the corner to the entrance of Ryoma's apartment. The bento tucked in the crook of her arm was her peace offering, Ryoma was still mad at her for allowing Fuji to move in.
Right as she raised her hand to knock on Ryoma's apartment door, voices stopped her.
"So, Ryoma-kun, do you have customers today?" Hiromi could almost see Fuji's sadistic smile, accompanied by Ryoma's impassive face.
The bento was immediately dropped as Hiromi plastered herself to the door, ear at the keyhole, listening to what they were saying.
"I don't work on Sundays." Ryoma replied; Hiromi could hear the sound of a ball bouncing against a racket.
"Ah, so you're totally free today?"
"Yes."
"Completely unoccupied?"
"Yes."
"Nothing planned?"
"Uh huh."
"Well then…" There was a sound of a thump, and cloth tearing.
"Ngh! Fuji-senpai? S-stop!" Hiromi almost fell as she grasped the doorframe to hold herself up.
"Ryoma-kun, if you don't hold still, it'll go on wrong." Fuji said softly as the sound of struggling reached Hiromi's ears.
"Nn… ow! That hurts Fuji-senpai!" Cheeks blazing, Hiromi moved to walk away, but as she moved, her hand pulled the doorknob and the door swung open. With a thud she fell into the room.
"Hiromi?" Asked Ryoma's voice curiously as Hiromi hid her face in her hands.
"What's wrong, Kazuki-san?" That was Fuji's voice, laced with worry. Hiromi hesitantly peeked out from behind her fingers.
Ryoma was on his knees, white cap knocked askew as Fuji leaned over him from behind. The older man had Ryoma's arm bent behind his back, while trying to force Ryoma into a frilly pink dress. Hiromi removed her hands completely, a little disappointed at the fact that both were dressed and were not engaging in intimate activities.
"What are you doing?" She asked, tilting her head to one side as Fuji released Ryoma, which sent the younger man sprawling across the floor of the apartment.
"Well, since Ryoma had no other plans I was hoping he could pose for a few pictures." Fuji said, smiling as he held up his camera.
"Fuji-senpai, your dress won't come off." Ryoma said, tugging at the pink cloth which would not move past his ears.
"Saa, don't take it off yet Ryoma-kun." Fuji smiled serenely at Ryoma, tugging the dress back down.
For a second Fuji's eyes opened and met Ryoma's golden ones, the smile taking on a predatory gleam.
"Shall I leave you two alone?" Hiromi asked, inches away from the two men. Ryoma hurriedly leaned away from Fuji as Fuji chuckled softly to himself.
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After Fuji had finally forced Ryoma into posing for his pictures, they sat with Hiromi to eat the bento she had packed.
"So, so, so, Ryoma-kun, have you taken Fuji as your 'client' yet?" Hiromi asked innocently.
"No." Ryoma replied abruptly, pulling his hat over his eyes.
"Pity." Fuji smiled, snapping a picture of Ryoma.
Hiromi, face set, took out a diary from the bag that hung over her shoulder. In it she wrote furiously.
"Since you haven't succeeded in getting Ryoma yet, I shall do all I can to help!!!" She circled it four times in red ink, tore out the page and folded it up, handing it to Fuji, whose smile widened as he read.
Ryoma couldn't help but notice the two pass the note, and the happy smile on Fuji's face.
He just hoped he would be alive next week.
TBC…
A/N: Yes, it took awhile, please don't hurt me.