A/N: Here you go! I'm getting as much done before school starts.
Right before they walked into their homeroom, respectively, their Bluetooths cackled with feed. It was Kumiko.
"Oh, and, this wasn't on your info files, but Fuji, give a fake name. I don't care which, just make one. The others, you'll be okay."
"Ryoukai," everyone responded.
"Yosh, ganbatte!" And the feed disconnected.
'Huh, I wonder.' ran through everyone's mind.
"Kay, let's go in then." Fuji suggested, or rather, commanded through his Bluetooth.
"Ha~ai." was the chorused response.
And so Fuji slid open the door, to encounter a hell of a lot of noise. 'Heh, mendokusai.'
Everyone's head turned to him as he found an empty seat and sat down.
It appeared this class didn't really care about his crazy good looks or whatever, but Fuji saw it in their faces. The eyes are the window to the soul, and the general thought that was running through everyone's mind was, 'Is this a girl or a boy?' Fuji chuckled. He propped his elbow on the table and rested his head on his hand.
'This seat has a good view of the scenery,' he thought randomly as he stared out the window, deep in thought.
Two minutes before the bell was supposed to ring, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.
"Ano, that's my seat, " said a familiar voice, although it was deeper than he remembered, and had a hint of irritation and annoyance in it.
'Shit,' the class thought, 'a pissed Yukimura means destruction.'
"Sorry? I got here first, so find another seat. There are plenty of other seats." was the melodic reply. He knew Yukimura wouldn't recognize his voice because it got even more gentle and feminine over the last two months. Inwardly chuckling, he thought this was the first time outside of tennis seeing the Child of God irritated.
"Heh, I don't think you understand, that's MY seat."
"And I'm saying sorry, I got here first. I understand maybe this was your seat before, but today, I got here first, so suck it up and stop being troublesome, okay? Get here earlier tomorrow." Fuji said, still amused and looking out the window. Keeping his head towards the window meant that Yukimura couldn't see his face.
Yukimura pouted and humphed, clearly disgruntled. He picked a different seat and sat down, already planning revenge.
The class was really scared now. They thought he would give the new student payback, and they knew Yukimura was capable of ruining one's life. They've seen it happen, although its only happened once. They've been scared of him since. The only one who could approach him was his boyfriend, Sanada Genichirou, who they knew went to the school a mile from here. They met him when he came to pick up Yukimura for a date.
"Heh, so Yukimura finally got asked out?" Fuji chuckled quietly to himself as he heard the chattering around him. He was confident Yukimura couldn't do anything to him, so it was okay.
The teacher walked in as the bell rang. "Alright class, today we will have a new student with us. I only have his surname here, so would you kindly come up and introduce yourself, Fuji?"
Yukimura, not really thinking about Fuji Syuusuke, because Fuji was a common name, smirked. 'I'll finally be able to see who you are, mystery girl.' he thought.
Fuji walked, rather, glided, up to the front of the classroom keeping his body at a slight angle so Yukimura couldn't see his face. Then he turned around to face the class. Yukimura promptly fell off the edge of his seat in shock, not caring that he just humiliated himself in front of the class.
'What the hell is he doing here?' he thought as he picked himself up and dusted himself off, sitting back in his seat.
The tensai smirked at The Child of God's reaction.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, minna san. Watashi wa no namae wa Fuji Syu desu. Starting today, I'll be in your care. Yoroshiku onegai-shimasu." Fuji introduced, careful not to say his real name. He bowed and then headed back to his seat, and resumed staring out the window.
The teacher noticed that Fuji wasn't paying attention at all, not taking notes or anything, just staring out the window.
He thought, 'This person, boy or girl, must only have looks. He or she is probably an idiot. This problem on the board is at a Tokyo University level. Let's see if he can solve it,' entirely doubting the talented tensai.
"Fuji, since you seem so keen on daydreaming, why don't you solve this problem for us." The teacher said.
Fuji snorted. 'What is this? Elementary math?' he thought.
"Since x=y, y=z, therefore x=z. So in this, x=z=1,852." The teacher couldn't believe it. Or rather, refused to believe it. He thought Fuji was cheating.
He wrote another problem on the board.
"Solve this one, then."
Again, Fuji snorted.
"x1=-3, x2=4." The sensei gaped. Again, he couldn't believe it. Neither could the rest of the class, frankly. Not even Yukimura. He knew this was the tensai, but he thought it only applied to tennis and not anything else.
Problem after problem, a snort, a sigh and a huff later, Fuji finally reached the peak of his patience. He slammed his fists on the table and abruptly stood up. He walked up to the board, grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote a complex problem down. He slammed the utensil down and uttered two words.
"Solve it." And stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him.
It turns out, Fuji ditched until Lunch. When the bell for that rang, he went to the cafe to look for his friends. he saw them sitting at a secluded table waiting for him.
"Hey, have you guys made your reports yet?" he asked as he sat down.
"Iiie. We were waiting for you. Can you believe what happened today? The teachers kept asking me to solve problem after problem on the board! I got so pissed I wrote the problem we first learned when you came and told the fatass to solve it. I couldn't stand it so I ditched." answered Ryuu.
"Me too!" exclaimed Kyuu, "after you left, he started to pick on me!"
"Me three," said Kimoto, "He just wouldn't leave it alone! He's a humongous perv, he looked at me like he was undressing me in his mind!"
"Me as well," Kichise stated, " after you stormed out, the pervert eyed me and kept making me answer. It gave me the legit creeps. I dashed out of there after he grabbed my thigh," she shuddered.
"You wouldn't believe it, but that happened to me as well. I was looking out the window, and all of a sudden, he calls on me to answer a question, probably thinking I was an idiot. He's the idiot, for not being able to tell I'm a guy! After I answered about thirty elementary problems, I got so fucking pissed and wrote that problem, you know, the one we were on when we were dispatched, on the the board and told him to solve it. The class stared at me like I had three heads. I left there and went to the tennis courts to calm down."
"You gave him THAT problem?!" Kyuu asked, unbelievably.
"Hey, we weren't even able to solve that!" exclaimed Kichise.
"Hate to admit it, but she's right," stated Ryuu.
"Yeah, I know! I was so close, but apparently I wasn't," said Kimoto a little dejectedly, that she was actually solving it wrong.
"Heh, I solved it right before the class ended." said Fuji, albeit a little proudly.
"Not fair, you're just good at everything."
"Yeah, I know, I'm amazing. But anyways, we should be giving our reports now." Fuji said. "Okay." They all pressed the ON button on their Bluetooths.
"Hello?" answered Kumiko on the second dial.
"It's us, we're giving our reports now." said Ryuu.
"Okay, did you find anything?"
"Yeah there was this one suspicious girl in my class. Generally, nobody really tries to be best friends with everyone and too social, right? They have their group of friends and that's that. However, I was reading her face, and I felt like she was too uptight, too guarded, like she had a secret. And then I thought, if she's close to everyone, she'd easily be able to get a hold of their secrets and blackmail them into killing off people." reported the tensai.
"In our class, it was the opposite. You see everyone being normal, but there were these two boys in the back of the classroom, looking like they were listening to everything, to see if there was any good juicy stories or gossip." Kichise said.
"Yeah, but they weren't being too obvious, they acted like they didn't care, we just saw their face straining and I could see how they were trying to put more energy in their ears." Kimoto added.
"We couldn't immediately tell in our class, but then we pinpointed the two that had the most intention of... gaining secrets, I guess." Kyuu trailed off.
"It was a shy girl and boy. They look like they're shy and everything, they acted like it, but when I saw their faces, I knew it. My reading's not as good as Fuji's, but these people, not obvious in their actions or words, had their eyes bared to the world. Their eyes, were so cold, like they hated everything and everyone." Ryuu finished.
"Good, keep it up. This mission should be pulled off in about a week, more or less," Kimoto said, " make sure you get everything in control before they kill more people."
"Ryoukai," and then the feed disconnected.
They sat, thinking about everything, how to pull a plan into action, and then a thought hit Fuji. He quickly gathered everyone in a huddle, and explained his Plan A, B and C. But they usually only ever needed his plan A. The tensai never miscalculates his plans. After he was done explaining, a hand tapped Fuji's shoulder.
"Can I sit here?" asked Yukimura, pointing to the empty seat next to Fuji.
"Hai, dozo," said Fuji and watched as the blunette sat down next to him.
"Fuji who's this?" asked Ryuu.
"Saa, minna, this is a old... acquaintance of mine," Fuji explained.
"Domo. Yukimura Seiichi desu," introducing himself.
"How do you know him?" Kyuu inquired, quite curious about Fuji's life before the organization. He never told them anything. In fact, everyone was curious about Fuji's 'friend.'
" Well, I played his team at Nationals last year," Yukimura stated.
"For what?"
"For tennis. What else?"
"Well, Fuji can play a lot of things, like basketball, table tennis, soccer, hockey, football, baseball. The works." answered Ryuu, casually.
"Heh, I thought you were only the Tensai of Tennis."
"Nope, he's an all round tensai! But his specialty is ha-" Kyuu was energetically saying until Kichise quickly put her hand on his mouth, efficiently shutting him up. "Baka," she whispered in his ear. We're undercover!" she hissed.
"Heheh, his specialty is Hanabi Otoshi!" Kimoto covered.
"You evolved them again?" Yukimura asked, a little shocked.
"I told you, I'm always evolving. Don't be so surprised. Also, minna, Yuki-chan was nicknamed the Child of God, for his winning record. He never lost a single game, until one of my kouhais beat the crap out of him at Nationals," telling them more of his background, intentionally adding the ridiculous nickname.
"So? you lost to Shiraishi at semi-finals. And that's a ridiculous name, don't call me Yuki-chan."
"Heh, I just didn't feel the drive to win that day. I had pulled out his full potential, but I failed to make him remove his gold plate, so I decided I would throw that match at the last minute. You know, I intentionally made that last ball a centimeter out of bounds," he explained.
Yukimura was shocked. How could this person be so sadistic? Never once has he played with his full potential.
"What are you doing here anyways?" asked Fuji.
"Oh, Rikkaidai doesn't have a high-school, so my parents made me go to this school."
"No, not that, I meant not with Sanada, your boyfriend," corrected the Tensai.
"Oh, how'd you know about that?" Yukimura murmured.
"I know everything. So why?" he prodded.
"His little nephew got sent to the hospital for breaking his arm, so he's not picking me up for lunch today," Yukimura said.
"Ah, I see." said Fuji. "Also, why do you not look like a girl or speak like one anymore?"
"Well, after I recovered fully from my life threatening illness, I was able to gain the body shape I was supposed to have, instead of the frail looking boy."
"Hmm. I get it now."
"Why do you look girly now?"
"... I'd rather not say."
"So... how do you know these people? I heard they're a grade up from us." Yukimura gestured to the four that were having a conversation by themselves.
"Well, I bumped into them a couple months ago, and we became close friends. Then we transferred here from our old school." Fuji said, vaguely explaining the truth.
"Why aren't you at Seigaku? They're going to have a hard time getting to Nationals this year."
"I believe in them, even without me. I moved at the start of the first semester, because my otou-san got stationed in Chiba, so we had to move," he lied.
"Ah, sou desu ka," Yukimura muttered, analyzing the new info.
And then the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.
Within a week, they were able to secretly gather all of the information. However their Plan A had run into a little bump. While Fuji was hacking, he realized the opposing side also had a hacker, named Cobra. He knew exactly who it was, from his silent observations. It was the shy girl in Ryuu's class. It wasn't really much of a problem though. He locked the Cobra in, a cage, figuratively speaking, and proceeded to their gateway and database.
He figured out the next location, time and identity of killing. Saving all this on his Hawk flashdrive, he called his friends over to his computer. "I have a plan. I'll go over it at dinner," he briefly informed them. He quickly got out of the file and gateway and database, and continued whatever he was doing before.
At dinner, he explained his plan to everyone.
"Got it?" he asked.
"Hai," they confirmed.
In Tokyo:
Oishi finally managed to get the team somewhat back on track. Even though they were still worried about Fuji, Oishi told them that Fuji would have wanted them to work hard to get to Nationals, and this helped them clear their minds a little.
After practice, he wrote another email to Tezuka.
Tezuka,
I finally managed to get the team functioning again.
I hope you're doing well.
No word from Fuji yet. We're still worried.
Oishi.
Tezuka's mail notification pinged. An email from Oishi.
Tezuka,
I finally managed to get the team functioning again. Kind of. They're still a little out of it.
I hope you're doing well.
No word from Fuji yet. We're still worried.
Oishi.
Tezuka sighed.
'Where are you Fuji?" he wondered.
His heart clenched a little.
He made a decision.
A/N: How was it? Review!