Disclaimer: I don't own The Prince of Tennis.

I hate to sound conceited in any way, but, I'm really beginning to get excited about this fic.

I do apologize for the confusion in the last chapter, but it'll all fit together…somehow XD.

Well I hope you like reading this chapter!

These stories don't mean anything when you've got no one to tell them to

It's true

I was made for you…

…

Fuji's smile was becoming increasingly painful every passing moment. It was the sheer happiness that let him keep it up for so long, though his cheeks felt like they were on fire. Stopping at the front door of a large mansion, Fuji reached his hand out to knock when suddenly it swished open.

"Ah, Ryo-chan did you know I was he-"

Ryoma didn't seem to hear or see the tensai. The boy was transfixed on something completely different. "I told you, it's nothing okay?!"

Fuji amazingly dropped the smile off his face as he listened to the quarrel going on before him.

A deeper voice, perhaps from farther away said, "Ryoma, it can't have been 'nothing', you told me in your sleep."

Trouble in paradise eh? Fuji thought, internally chuckling with glee. Spreading an innocent smile across his lips, he folded his arms patiently.

"You were probably dreaming."

"I wasn't. And I know that for a fact."

"Che, whatever," Ryoma said coldly. "Later," he snorted before turning around and bumping past Fuji.

Fuji sighed sarcastically, "Oh Tezuka…did I not tell you that dating immature brats was a bad idea?"

Ryoma didn't seem to notice, as he didn't bother to turn around to defend himself. Instead, the tennis star kept walking until he reached the nearest car, jumped in and drove off.

Fuji eyed the car closely as it sped out of the large steel gates.

Tezuka appeared suddenly at the doorway. "Why are you here Fuji?"

The angelic looking male looked at Tezuka questionably. "What do you mean? I haven't seen you for such a lengthy period of time so I at least expected a 'hello' and a 'how are you?'" he put his index finger to the edge of his lips.

Tezuka knit his brows together, "I ask that you don't play around with me."

"Thought that would be a fun idea…I'd prefer to just linger around your presence for a while." Fuji slit his eyes open.

"Fuji…now's not such a gre-"

"Perfect. May I come in?" Fuji asked cheerfully.

"Wait, Fuji!" Tezuka had a tinge of anxiety mixed into his voice as the shorter male advanced inside. He sighed, no matter how long it had been Fuji was still Fuji.

"Your home is lovely Tezuka, save for the tennis player pictures. I'm guessing Ryoma put them up?" Fuji wandered through the entrance. "Oh Tezuka, your garden looks beautiful from here, may we have tea outside?"

Tea? Hey, hold on! "Fuji, wait," Tezuka called after him as he followed the man.

Fuji collapsed into a chair situated outside with another chair which had a little table inbetween. "No tea?"

Tezuka frowned as he sat down timidly. "No."

"That's too bad…and so was your little argument with Ryo-chan," Fuji declared dangerously. He knew all too well that he was already pushing the bespectacled man's patience.

"What is it that you want?"

"The pleasure of your company," Fuji smiled.

Tezuka failed to respond. If it were anyone else they would have sweat-dropped.

"How have you been?"

"…Fine," Tezuka replied flatly.

"Tezuka…I know when you're hiding something," Fuji exclaimed.

"I'd rather not burden you with such things," Tezuka said calmly.

"Hit me," Fuji said quickly.

Tezuka hesitated. "Have you…made contact with Ryoma recently?"

Fuji's eyes seemed to laugh. "Why, just yesterday I saw him at the shopping centre. Oh my…hasn't he informed you?"

Tezuka's head drooped slightly, "I guess not…"

"I'm so sorry Tezuka. Lying is never good for a healthy relationship, is it?" Fuji said.

Tezuka furrowed his brows.

…

"Have you stayed in contact with Oishi?"

Tezuka nodded.

"I've…missed you, Tezuka."

T h e P r i n c e O f T e n n i s

No sooner had Ryoma began driving, he stopped. He parked just outside the houses' gates.

That person whom I bumped into was…Fuji?!

Cursing his oblivious behaviour, Ryoma reved the engine on his car and reversed back to the mansion.

T h e P r i n c e O f T e n n i s

"I've…missed you, Tezuka."

Tezuka remained quiet. Hearing the sound of a nearing car he got up.

Fuji stared at the former captain, pleading him to stay.

"I think Ryoma's back," he said simply.

Fuji frowned. "Please, don't go. Stay with me."

"You know I can't, Fuji," Tezuka stated before going to leave.

"Wait!" Fuji's voice rang out like a gunshot. He pushed up to a standing position and ran over to the former captain.

Tezuka reluctantly turned to face the shorter male.

Fuji bit his bottom lip. Trailing his eyes up from Tezuka's polo shirt, he put a hand against his chest gently, before planting a corrupted kiss on his cheek.

Tezuka's eyes shot wide open in disbelief. "Fuji, what-?"

Pulling away slowly, Fuji blushed. "Don't you remember what happened?"

Tezuka nearly choked on his own air, "Remember, what happened?"

Fuji nodded, still applying the tiniest amount of pressure to Tezuka's chest with his hand. "Perhaps…if I wish hard enough and am able to jog your memory, then maybe…"

Tezuka backed up, with Fuji pursuing him with every step. His back suddenly hit an inconveniently placed wall. "Fuji, please…stop this."

T h e P r i n c e O f T e n n i s

Ryoma parked the car in the long driveway and headed to the front door of the house. But as he began to reach toward the knob, a crash was heard from around the back. Blinking a few times in confusion, the boy paused from his current action and went around the side of the house, only to end up in a very maddening display in the garden.

T h e P r i n c e O f T e n n i s

In his haste to get away, Tezuka tripped over a small pot and landed on his back consequently breaking the fragile flower-holder.

Immediately taking advantage of Tezuka's sudden vulnerability, Fuji pounced on top of him.

T h e P r i n c e O f T e n n i s

Tezuka wondered for the thousandth time that morning, why Ryoma was avoiding his questions. The couple was sitting outside, Tezuka sitting in a deck chair with Ryoma sitting on his lap.

"Why can't you tell me-" Tezuka's words were cut off by a small pair of soft lips.

In the midst of Tezuka's investigation, Ryoma had suddenly insisted upon having a make-out session.

Tezuka moaned.

Pulling away, Ryoma smirked.

Tezuka frowned. "Ryoma…please tell me."

What?! I kiss you and you completely ignore me! "There's nothing to tell."

"Yes there is, and I know it."

"Che, mada mada dane…" Ryoma said, hopping off his lover's lap. "I'm going for a drive," he said as he walked inside.

Tezuka's frown deepened.

T h e P r i n c e O f T e n n i s

Ryoma's mouth dropped open as his eyes became wider. He glared at the situation set out before him in disgust.

Tezuka was on his back with Fuji sprawled out on top of him, kissing him hungrily. But the way Tezuka looked made Ryoma feel the littlest bit better. It looked as if he was ready to throw up in the former tensai's mouth.

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