So, wow, this is it, huh?

Jeez, this has been an interesting few months since I started and posted a few months ago. This is my first fic with 100 reviews, and one that I totally enjoyed writing and I hope you guys enjoyed reading. I don't want to be too over-dramatic, especially considering that this is supposed to be a humor story. I tried to end this on a light note, after all I never actually changed the genre, its still Romance and Humor, but we've been through quite a bit of drama haven't we, reviewers? Anyway, I want to thank everyone for supporting me throughout with this fic. If I named all the people who constantly reviewed and helped me out, it would take up half the chapter. Just know that you are all very appreciated and I'm glad you stuck with me through it all! THANK YOU!!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own PoT. Don't you know that its bad for you?

Anyway, moving on to the last chapter of Capture!:

It was quiet when Oishi came home. Most of the lights were off and any food he had been hoping to smell was absent. It seemed that even when he had finally come to a decision fate was still trying to trip him up. It would be just his luck that Fuji and Tezuka were out looking for him when he was in a hurry to get back. This, of course, was not good considering he had barely been able to accept his feelings - having to keep this to himself could cause bad things to happen. Things like changing his mind - because he was here alone - with time to think.

I have had enough thinking for one day. Oishi groaned as he headed into the kitchen, just to check. He hadn't eaten anything all day, his hunger forgotten in his quest for answers. He had kind of assumed that Fuji would be cooking or would have cooked something to try and cheer him up when he came back. I may have been a little overdramatic when I left. Oishi mused to himself, grabbing a cup and pouring himself some water. He hummed lightly as he drank the water, he really didn't like this. It was too quiet, too strange for him to be alone by himself. I'd hate to think I would be indecisive about this...

Oishi put the cup down, walking slowly through the living room to the hallway. He stopped in front of his room, hand lingering over the doorknob. It had only been one night, but it felt as though he hadn't actually spent time in there in ages. He opened the door, stepping into the room slowly as though it were unfamiliar territory. He half expected to see his bed cut in half and the pillows and sheets ripped to shreds - but he knew Fuji wouldn't go that far (At least he hoped). Oishi walked over to his bed, smoothing a hand over the neatly made up sheets, half wondering if he really would be sleeping in it anytime soon. If I'm sticking to my resolution, then I guess not.

The thought made him a little nervous, but excited too. There was no real way for him to explain what exactly he was feeling for Fuji and Tezuka, separate or apart. Things seemed to make sense in a very otherworldly way - but clicked together none the less. He liked the way Fuji fussed over his clothes, always felt the need to touch Oishi's hair whenever they talked, and made the best meals he had ever tasted. Oishi liked that Tezuka could convey so much using very few words, never let Oishi do stupid and irrational things he would regret later, and the tiny, barely visible smiles that he gave whenever he saw Oishi and Fuji happy together. It made sense, almost too much sense for Oishi to understand.

Curious, Oishi exited his room, gently closing the door behind him. His hand lingered on the doorknob before he slowly walked down the hall the other door. Even though it felt like he hadn't been in his room in a while, going into this room was still just as strange as it had been the last few times. But there was something - different - about this time, like some sort of finality that he was going to accept by doing this. The door to Tezuka and Fuji's room was like some sort of barrier he was allowing himself to pass, as ridiculous as that sounded. He breathed deeply, entering the room, surprised at how he did feel somewhat more comfortable in here than his own room.

He approached the bed cautiously, his heart pounding hard for no reason. Why was this such a big deal? It wasn't like anyone was going to jump out at him the minute he touched anything. Just relax, this is what you want after all... Oishi was wondering if even his conscious was getting impatient with him. Oishi stopped at the bed and let himself drop down onto it, the mattress bouncing lightly. He sighed, looking up at the ceiling before letting himself fall back onto the bed. This is..nice.. And it was, he felt surprisingly...comfortable here. That he could smell their scent, the one that reminded him of the warmth he craved. Oishi pulled himself fully onto the bed, wrapping himself in the covers, nestling his head into a pillow and breathing deeply. He hadn't realized how tired he really was - he hadn't gotten any sleep all last night. But now...he felt as though he could just drift off at any moment.

How does this work? I feel safe and calm, this should not be happening. Except it totally was, and at the moment, Oishi really could care less.

"Oishi, wake up."

Oishi flinched, wrinkling his nose as warm lips brushed against his ear. For a moment he had o idea what was going on - and groaned as he slowly blinked open his eyes. His face was half buried into a pillow, one eye looking up at a hovering, amused looking Fuji. He turned over onto his back, seeing Tezuka sitting on his other side, looking both relieved and vaguely amused at the same time. He couldn't seem to think any coherent thoughts as he tried to straighten out exactly what was going on. Because this most definitely wasn't his room and this most definitely was not his bed.

"We went looking for you earlier." Fuji explained, adding lightly. "And we just found you in here."

"Syuuichiro, please keep your phone on next time." Tezuka was trying to use his 'buchou' voice again, but for some reason it wasn't really working well. He wrapped his hand around Oishi's wrist, looking at him seriously. "Don't worry us like that again."

Oishi nodded, feeling slightly awkward, he unwrapped himself from the covers and slowly sat up. He probably looked like a mess, his hair all scruff and his clothes crinkled, though from the way the other two were staring at him - they didn't mind so much. This was so not the place that I wanted this to happen. He finally thought, rubbing his eyes tiredly. There was no real casual way to mention it, and so he simply sat there, fist clenching and unclenching as he tried to think.

"Lets not worry about that now, Kunimitsu." Fuji said, casting a glance at Tezuka. He turned with a slight smile toward Oishi. "More importantly, what are you doing in here?"

"Eh?" Oishi blinked owlishly, he would have thought that Tezuka and Fuji would have been happy and rather excited about this. It hadn't been intentional, but the fact that they were questioning it. It felt like his stomach as just leapt in his throat, they couldn't possibly no longer want him, could they? Had he dragged this on for too long? Maybe he was just taking the question out of context? "Well, I wanted to..I felt.." He stopped as soon as he saw Fuji's satisfied smirk and Tezuka's shocked, but barely hidden excitement.

He had so walked right into that one - and there was no way he could defend himself because it was completely true.

"I didn't mean to fall asleep." Oishi tried to keep his voice steady, feeling immensely uncomfortable under both gazes. Fuji's expression was way too scary and Tezuka looked like he might cry and that itsself was terrifying to even think about. "It just happened.."

"Syuuichiro, does that mean..?"

"Yes, if that is what you are asking, yes." Oishi said hastily, trying to keep his nervousness from showing. He couldn't even look at either of them now, and instead focused on trying to combine all the things he wanted to say into some sort of comprehensive speech. "I may not be in love, yet, but I do feel something - feel a lot - for both of you. I don't know much about relationships, much less how this one will work, so just bear with me because I -- "

Apparently Oishi got the message across because suddenly Tezuka's mouth was pressed insistently upon his and Fuji's hand was combing through his hair. As he closed his eyes, he realized he had grown to be able to tell their touch apart, even when his mind was so preoccupied by this sort of thing. Hesitantly and gently, he allowed himself to relax, the kiss suddenly enjoyable now that he accepted it, Then Tezuka gasped into his mouth, his hand tightening almost painfully on Oishi's wrist. He heard Fuji hum in satisfaction and a shiver went down his back as he thought of what Fuji could be doing to make Tezuka react like that,

The kiss was nice, he could handle the kiss this time. And he couldn't deny that the feeling of Fuji massaging his scalp was delightful and almost purr-worthy. But once Tezuka slipped his other hand beneath Oishi's shirt…That was when the situation became a bit too uncomfortable. Soft, but insistent lips moved to his neck and Oishi let out a soft little gasp. This is...going too far right now. Along with his decision to be in a relationship with his two friends, he had decided to take on a stronger hand in the scheme of things. Just because he was on the bottom, didn't mean he would let them walk all over him.

"Tezuka..Fuji, that is enough." Oishi squirmed slightly and put his free hand on Tezuka's shoulder. Green eyes looked seriously from both Tezuka and Fuji as he tried to even out his breathing. They both had that look, the one that was totally predatory and dangerous and for a moment Oishi was almost worried. Asserting himself certainly was a little more nerve racking that he had first anticipated.

But Tezuka backed off, still holding onto Oishi's wrist as though it were his lifeline. Fuji moved so that he could sit next to Oishi and lean his head on Oishi's shoulder. He sighed contently, as though he had finally gotten a long awaited moment to relax. It was surprisingly, normal feeling, and not awkward. That warmth was here in this room, overflowing and so comforting. Even now Fuji couldn't say anything and neither could Tezuka. It was as if the realization of this situation was still sinking in for all of them.

Suddenly Oishi ran his fingers through Fuji's hair, marveling at the softness of the long brown strands. He looked down as Fuji widened his blue eyes in surprise at the gesture. Oishi grinned softly and said almost teasingly. "You know, I haven't eaten anything all day..."

"Oishi!" Fuji snapped and lifted his head from its comfortable position to stare at the other. He grabbed Oishi's free hand and pulled him off the bed, none to gently, muttering about irresponsible boyfriends and unhealthy habits. As Oishi stumbled to catch his footing, he felt a small tug on his other wrist. He turned his head slightly to see that Tezuka still hadn't let go of him and judging by the look he was giving Oishi, he wouldn't be letting go anytime soon. And from there on Oishi couldn't help but realize that while some things would be the same, other things would be completely different.

And that, my reviewers, is the end. It was lighter than the others, ne? I love writing this trio, but I kind of want to expand my self. I won't promise anything else, but keep a look out, huh? Once again, thank you to al the reviewers and readers alike!

Thanks for everything and plenty of Love,

Tabis