Confusion

Three things that are not confusing: World History, tennis, Oishi-kun and Kikumaru-kun (the two seem to count as a single entity these days)

Three things that are confusing: Fuji, Fuji, Fuji.

…why would he call at 8AM to ask strange questions?!

Tezuka sat back on the bench and sighed, looking at the clouds. It was quiet in the park, but he still couldn't think.

Hah. He was confused.

Just two hours ago, he had been completely normal. Tidying a space on his desk to get to work on his assignment, then the phone rang.

"Aa?"
"Hello Tezuka-kun" oh…it was Fuji. "I wanted to ask a question."

"At eight o'clock in the morning?" Tezuka stretched a little. Fuji didn't often ask questions.
"Am I a slut?"

Well, that little doozy had made Tezuka fall off his chair, and for the past two hours he had been a very, very confused young boy. Why did Fuji ask him that? Why did Fuji think he could give him an answer? Why didn't Tezuka know the answer?

Echizen is a mystery, but he's not confusing. Kaidoh is private, but he's not confusing. Fuji is an open book, but secretive and deceptive at the same time.

That's confusing.

The first time I was ever confused was when I was six years old, and my family had taken a trip to Chiba. I had become separated from them in a crowd, and didn't know what to do. I wandered for a while, coming across a small playground with three children. A boy with white hair, a boy with brown hair, and what appeared to be a little girl, also with brown hair. The girl ran to me, and turned out to be a boy. The three of them took me to the police station, and my parents found me about ten minutes later.

Funny how the one person who causes me so much confusion now, helped me all those years ago.

Oh yes, Fuji lived in Chiba when he was a small child. What a shock Tezuka got, when the 'little girl' bumped into him in Seigaku's halls. That had confused him.

Every confusion I've ever had can be linked to Fuji in some way.

Fuji, Fuji, Fuji! Aggravating boy! Tezuka was supposed to be mature, sophisticated and calm, but he made Tezuka restless, nervy.

He made Tezuka feel.

He made Tezuka feel strange things, new things, things he didn't want to feel, but once he felt them, he couldn't get enough. He made Tezuka's heart pound, his stomach twist into millions of billions of little knots before doing backflips and untying to unleash an army's worth of enormous butterflies.

All under a very carefully applied poker face, of course.

Fuji could barely be classed as a boy some days, the way he giggled, the way he tossed his hair, the way he gently, ever so slightly swung his hips as he walked. The way he was such a seducer.

Hmph, I don't know why I'm confused about his question, come to think, he should think he's…how he said, the way he acts.

The way he pushed Tezuka against the locker room wall and purred softly in his ear; that made Tezuka feel things he didn't want to. That confused him; that made him uncomfortable to the extreme. It didn't matter if Fuji said afterwards he was only kidding, because he had been kidding six times now, and it never got any more comfortable.

Tezuka didn't have emotions, Oishi tended to have emotions for him, second-hand. If Tezuka was scared, he would simply tell Oishi his situation in as blank and indifferent a voice as he could manage, and the vice captain would swiftly begin to panic for his sake. If he was happy, he would do the same. Angry, excited, nervous, the same. If he ever went to watch a movie, he would always have Oishi tag along, so if he ever felt at risk of crying in a sad part, he could regain composure with the reassurance that Oishi was blubbing enough for five somewhere on the other side of the room.

Oishi couldn't feel these sensations for him, he wouldn't understand. Oishi felt love. Longing, passion, desire, these were feelings Tezuka had to experience for himself, firsthand.

Longing, passion, desire, confusion.

Tezuka slammed the notebook shut and sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. Damn Fuji for being so…himself.

I hate being confused

Annoying, confusing, flirtatious, seductive, beautiful, perfect, awful Fuji.

Annoying, confusing, flirtatious, seductive, beautiful, perfect, awful, walking-right-towards-him Fuji.

Sitting-right-beside-him Fuji.

Leaning-on-his-shoulder-Fuji.

Whispering-in-his-ear Fuji.

"You never answered my question…" the delicate boy's sweet voice had an audible hint of a smile to it.

"You hung up" was Tezuka's blank reply.

Closing-his-eyes Fuji.

Purring-softly Fuji.

Fuji Fuji.

Fuji.

"Fuji."

"Kiss me, Tezuka-kun"

And for some reason, unknown to him, to man or God, he did.

An innocent brush of the lips quickly moved on at Fuji's will; less innocent, less lips, more touch, until Tezuka broke away for the sanity of the park bench and any passers-by.

"…you slut, Fuji" the tensai beamed, no, he shone.

"Only if I can be your slut"

The only way to avoid confusion is to never let your guard down.

Sometimes, guard is only optional.