DISCLAIMER: Same, same, same.

"Seira."

"Kunimitsu."

"Where's your luggage?"

"Where's your car?"

Tezuka eyed the woman in front of her. Long, dark blue, pony-tailed hair, transparent eyeglasses, white sleeveless shirt under black leather jacket and jeans, three-inch, black, leather boots. Tezuka always disliked her fashion. So rebellious. So...wild.

"I'm not letting your drive," he said, turning away. The woman followed close by.

"Look. I just got my driver's license back . It's going to be all right," she said, clinging an arm around her fiancee and pulling him close.

Tezuka immediately pulled his arm away. "Right. Says the woman who left my car with broken windshields, flat tires and overheated engine."

Seira looked at him, faking a hurt look Tezuka dismissed with a glare. He opened the passengers door when he reached his car. The woman got in, but held the car open and smiled at her fiancee.

"I missed you," she said.

"I don't."

Seira grinned.

Yumiko and Fuji sat across each other at the dining table, silently munching their food, thinking. Yumiko did call Atobe and asked if the engagement thing about Tezuka was real and the diva said yes. And in as much as how he wanted to rip away the woman out of 'his beloved soulmate's' life, he can't do it. Why? Because that Seira is a Yukimura - the sole sister of the untouchable Seiichi Yukimura who seemed to be the only person whom Atobe is not willing to mess up with for some reasons.

"Syusuke...you said you two are dating,"

The blue-eyed boy nodded, eyes fixed at his barely untouched food.

"And he never told you anything about this?"

Fuji shook his head.

Yumiko gave out a sharp sigh. "I've always seen him as an honest man, you know. I liked him. Admired him even." Another silence. "But he messed up."

"He must've his reasons, nee-san. Let's listen to what he has to say."

"No..no Syusuke you don't get it." Yumiko grabbed the table napkin and wiped her mouth. "He dated you under the pretense that he's single and he likes you. Obviously that's not that case now, isn't it?"

"I still want to hear his side," Fuji insisted, though his voice sounded unconvincing even to himself.

"Fine." Yumiko said, standing up and carrying her plate to the sink. "But he's off limits to this house. So if you want to talk to him, go do it somewhere else."

Fuji sighed and nodded.

"Ku-ni-mi-tsu.." Seira started in what sounded like a child-like whine. "Can you...like drive a little faster?"

Tezuka sighed for the nth time that evening and ignored the complains of the woman sitting beside him. He is so not going to lose his patience against someone whose on a living mission to piss him off. His day was already ruined when he had to leave Fuji behind without any proper explanation. And he doesn't have any plans on making it worse than what it already is.

Plus, he's already driving faster than the usual, for crying out loud!

Seira scoffed. "This is exactly why I hate having you drive. You drive like a turtle!"

"Will you just do me a favor and shut up?" Tezuka said, trying to sound polite though the edge on his voice sounded otherwise.

The woman shifted on her seat so she was facing Tezuka with her back on the door. "You don't really know how to say a little bit of gratitude for my efforts, do you?"

"What efforts?"

"I flew all the way from France," she said, gesturing a hand wide open and looking at Tezuka incredulously. "..and you're being rude."

Tezuka, for the first time glanced at her direction. "And you've always had the worst timing."

Seira raised a brow. "Do I?"

"Always. Which reminds me. Why'd you suddenly come back? Seiichi didn't even know."

Seira slumped back on her seat. "I miss my brother. And I lied. I don't miss you too."

"That's it? You miss him?"

The blue-haired lady took on a serious look, thinking. "No. Actually.." she sighed, looking at Tezuka. "I came back because I decided to break off our engagement."

He didn't see that coming. The surprise was so apparent as he immediately stepped on the breaks, swerving the car to the right before it stopped with an audible screech just before it hit the wall, followed by a series of horns from other vehicles trailing behind them.

"Jeez! Are you nuts!" Seira yelled, nursing the side of her head which she bumped on the side.

"You're breaking off our engagement?"

"You heard me."

"W-why?"

Seira gaped at him. "Hello? Isn't it obvious? We don't love each other. No, wait. Last time I checked, this whole thing about us marrying is just a set up to get Atobe off your way."

Tezuka snapped his eyes shut before looking back at the woman beside her. "Hold on. This is so sudden. Why don't we talk about it at home..let's just.."

Seira held out her hands and grabbed Tezuka's shoulders, forcing him to face her. "Yes. We need to talk. But first things first. Let's go to Fuji's house."

Tezuka frowned. "How did you-"

Seira shrugged. "Because I'm a spy. Now drive."

Fuji walked back and forth inside his room, he had debated for quite a while now whether or not he should call Tezuka and ask. But that just seemed like so inappropriate considering how things are at the moment. Plus, he was unsure of how he'd open up the topic in the first place. And he was partly hesitant, afraid even, to hear the answer from his professor.

He sighed and brought out his phone. He started to dial Tezuka's number when he heard Yumiko calling her out.

"What now.." he demanded, opening the door of his room.

"He's here."

Fuji wanted to ask who but immediately knew it when he looked at his sister in the eye. He dashed down the stairs and stopped midway upon seeing Tezuka...and a woman.

"Hi!" The lady greeted with a warm smile. Fuji walked his way down the remaining steps of the stairs and stood before his guests, eyes fixed on lady in front of him. She was gorgeous. Yumiko stood beside him seconds after.

"I know this is quite sudden, but I'm not comfortable with misunderstandings, so I'd like to settle it once and for all. Kunimitsu would like to do the same," she said smiling at Tezuka.

Fuji stared at his professor, but the other refused to look at him. "W-well...let's have a seat."

They all settled down, with Tezuka and his girl sitting beside each other across Fuji and Yumiko.

"So ugh...I'm Seira. And it's nice to finally meet you Fuji," she said staring at him.

Yumiko cleared her throat. "We're all Fujis here,"

"Oh yeah of course, I'm sorry, Yumiko," she said with a smile. "I'm Tezuka's ex-fiancee."

"Ex-fiancee?" Yumiko frowned.

Seira nodded. "We broke up...like 20 minutes ago."

Fuji shifted uncomfortably on his seat. "I'm...why..I ...what is this all about?"

Seira looked at Tezuka. The latter sighed. "Can I talk to you in private?" he said.

Fuji looked at his sister and then back at him. "Yeah.."

They left the two ladies and headed out. Fuji led him at the back of the house, where there was a small garden and a wooden bench. He sat down. Tezuka sat beside him. They sat and stay silent for a couple of minutes.

"She's beautiful," Fuji said with a smile.

"It runs in the blood."

"So...you've been together for how long?"

Tezuka stared in front, looking at nothing in particular. "Does it matter?"

"No. But do you love her?"

Tezuka draw in a deep breath. "I don't."

Fuji gave out a soft chuckle, one that sounded hollow and forced. "Then why did you decide to marry her?"

"We broke up."

"You were engaged."

"It was fake."

"Why?"

Tezuka hesitated, but decided seconds after that if he's going to get things all fixed, Fuji has the right to know. Besides, he hated keeping secrets.

"If I hadn't announced my engagement to Seira two years ago, Atobe's going to force me to marry him and...I really don't have much of a choice at that time. I was studying in Europe and Atobe's been pressuring my parents to make me relent, so I did what impulse dictated and I struck a deal with Seiichi's sister."

Fuji just gaped. Atobe? Marrying Tezuka? "Why...Atobe wants you to marry him?" Fuji asked in disbelief. It all sounded so stupid, knowing how Atobe is so in love with himself to even care about marrying someone. He was under this impression that Atobe is so set on just marrying himself. Actually, thinking about it now, it was funny.

"Seira's a friend. We often don't get very well , but she was all I had. And Atobe doesn't get his hands on the Yukimura family. I don't know why but everyone knows that."

Fuji was silent for a moment. "And so she was the best option. Wow...this whole thing is screwed up."

"I know. I just...hope...that we're okay."

The blue-eyed boy sighed and held Tezuka's hand. "So if Atobe knows about your break up with Seira, that would mean..."

"I don't even want to think about it," Tezuka sighed in surrender.

"Actually, I know a solution."

The stoic professor looked at him. "What?"

Fuji opened his eyes and stared back at him. "Let's send him an invitation."

"Invitation for what?"

The tensai smiled, leaned closer and kissed Tezuka on the lips. "Our engagement party."

SY: Yes, Fuji. It's all screwed up. But that's the point. You're in charge of finding a solution.

But Atobe and an engagement party? I mean...Atobe's life is always a party. Anyway, I'm opening the suggestion box for this story's next chapter!

ATOBE'S engagement gift to Tezuka and Fuji should be ... (I'll give you guys 2 days to send me suggestions then I'll pick one!)

AND yes dear readers! I thank you all for the read!