...Complications^_^...complications...lalala...

Hey guys! I know you've been patiently waiting...so here's another chapter!

I hope you enjoy though honestly, I find this chapter a bit dragging...but yup...here it goes!

Fuji knew their deal was over the moment he saw them approach the admission booth together. The way Yukimura smiled every time Tezuka glances at his direction made it all clear to him that he doesn't anymore deserve to be by his captain's side.

He inwardly smiled, forcing himself to admit defeat. He thought it was only difficult for him to let Tezuka go because it was Yukimura whom he was against with. But seeing his captain look so calm and serene made Fuji realize that what made it difficult to forget his first love was the fact that he loves him. So much.

He was so focused on beating the hell out of Yukimura that he forgot the obvious fact why he was making the move in the first place. Fuji concluded that even if it was not the Rikkai captain whom Tezuka harbor special feelings for, it would still hurt.

"Fuji-san?"

Fuji blinked twice and turned towards the owner of the voice; familiar yet strange. Weird.

"Saizen-kun…" Fuji said in slight surprise. He knew the game schedules for the day, and Shitenhoji doesn't have any of it. "I see…spying, huh?"

The younger guy cringed at the statement, but ignored it right after. "If there was someone who's spying between the two of us, I'm sure that wasn't me."

Fuji tilted his head innocently though he knew what the other guy was implying. He must have seen him looking at the two captains for some time.

"….If you have something in mind though…..I know Tezuka-san would understand." Saizen said as he directed his gaze towards the two captains. Tezuka by then looked at their direction, and the black-haired guy had to prevent himself from flinching when he saw the frown on the Seigaku captain's face.

Fuji followed Saizen's eyes but immediately stopped midway when he realized who were they looking at.

He was already experiencing what others call as internal panicking. Tezuka was moving closer to their direction. Fuji couldn't let Tezuka come close. He knew he had to do something to divert the attention.

As if by impulse, Fuji clutched Saizen's collar and pulled him closer, so that he appeared to be hugging the other guy from Tezuka's point of view.

"Fuji-…san…" the younger guy said. He was only an inch taller than Fuji and he could clearly see the worried look on the tensai's eyes the moment he looked at him in the eye. Fuji of course, refused to look back.

"Tezuka's –"

"No. Stay still."

Tezuka who was edging closer to their direction stopped on his tracks.

"But.."

"Do this as a favor for me, Saizen…I promise to return it back later."

The other guy fell silent and what happened next literally left Fuji unable to speak. Saizen brought his hand on Fuji's nape and pulled his face closer to his. Fuji caught the other guy's wrist to stop him from pulling him closer, but Saizen used his unoccupied hand and wrapped his arm around Fuji's waist.

When Saizen pecked a kiss on his lips, he simply couldn't do anything.

He stared at the younger guy with wide-eyes. Fuji knew what happened and he's having a difficult time understanding it. The giggles and squeals from few fangirls who were somewhere out there, blessed by the scene they've just created, brought Fuji back to earth.

He freed himself away from the younger guy's hold and looked around. Thankfully, there wasn't really a pool of people around. But still, there were some who saw them, and hell….he knew he was now blushing.

"Gomen…." he heard Saizen said.

"No..no, I mean, that was nothing. Don't say anything to anybody, alright?" Fuji said, sharp glare fixed at the younger guy, and trying to make sure that he understood well what he meant.

Saizen nodded almost immediately. He looked over Fuji's shoulder and immediately thought how he shouldn't have done it. Few meters away was a Kunimitsu Tezuka, expression jaded and physique seemingly becoming dark. He cleared his throat and looked back at the person in front of him.

"I…really shouldn't have done that….Gomen.." Saizen said followed by a slight bow.

Fuji sighed and closed his eyes. His senses were now on heightened alert. He could hear the murmurs, the chuckles, and could even feel the stares and judgmental look from the people's faces. Fuji swore he couldn't be embarrassed more.

While it's true that he was used to being the center of attention, he couldn't feel pleased with the present circumstance he's in. Not to mention the fact that Tezuka and Yukimura were among the audience of his little show.

"Fuji-san…"

"Saizen-kun.." he started with that deadly tone that the other guy surely recognized judging from the slight widening of his eyes. "I'd really appreciate it if you take the lead in getting us out of here…" he said.

Saizen swallowed hard. "H-hai…"

And then they left.

"Game, Shinji Ibu, 3 games to love." announced the umpire as the black-haired guy delivered a quick and precise smash towards Fuji's side of the court.

The crowd burst into shouts and applause. It was not a very common sight to snatch off a 3 straight game from the Seigaku tensai, and the fact that Fuji seemed to care less was only tightening up the tension. Every time he looks calm and unperturbed, people knew he was up to something.

What they didn't know though was Fuji's plain desire to step out of the court, go home, and spend the rest of the day sulking.

"Fuji…." Oishi muttered, feeling worried by Fuji's behavior. "I think something's wrong." he said, addressing it to the person by his side, while still looking straight at Fuji's direction.

"He can handle himself. There's nothing to worry about." Tezuka said.

"But-"

"Let's just see what he'll do."

Apparently, Tezuka's perception still remains sharp and accurate. With Fuji winning 2 games ahead of Shinji, most of the things he expected turned out right. Most, not all.

The moment Fuji delivered the last shot that decided the end of the match, he immediately went out of the court, without waiting for the umpire to announce the winner, and unmindful of how his opponent stood a bit surprised by the fact that he didn't even care to shake hands with him. That left Shinji wondering if he had done something horrible to merit the kind of hostility Fuji showed.

'Or perhaps I just didn't live out to his expectations.' Shinji thought.

Fuji half-run his way from the court. He's not feeling well. He doesn't want to face his teammates..he doesn't want to see him.

He grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. Crap. He feels like a kid.

"Nee-san.." he said when Yumiko answered from the other line.

"Syusuke? Did you finally lose a game?" Yumiko asked hoping that some brat really did silenced her brother's ego on court.

'Duh' Fuji thought. "I want the key to the rest house." he demanded.

"What?"

"The key. To our rest house. " Fuji repeated in uregency.

A moment of silence passed before Yumiko came back on the line.

"What crime did you do this time, Syusuke…"

Fuji rolled his eyes. He could just imagine how his sister was now clutching anything she was holding at that moment, trying to prevent herself from raising her voice again.

"Will you just…ugh…really nee-san, do I always have explain myself?"

"I'll meet you at the rest house in an hour. Don't be late."

"Sure."

Fuji turned off his phone and hailed a cab. He wished to be detached from the world, and the only way he could do that is to stay away from everything that reminds him of how unlucky he was to have fallen for someone who was not a bit interested at any single piece of his being.

Love really sucks.

Author's Note:

Fuji's upset...really, really, really, really...upset!

*grins*...

strangely, this makes me more and more happy!

Cheers!