DISCLAIMER: Prince of Tennis isn't mine.

"Something's not right." Tezuka said when they were finally alone.

He and Yukimura were having a dinner at the nearest restaurant in the train station. The place wasn't crowded with only a couple or two seating at some reasonably far end corners of the place. BOA's Only One sprang melodiously on the air as a respond to one of the customer's request.

Yukimura sighed uninterested. Despite his effeminate looks, and an almost serene attitude, he prefers rock music.

"..and that means?" he asked, stabbing the piece of beef steak on his plate with a fork.

Tezuka looked at the piece of meat being reduced to pieces as Yukimura continues to do what he was busy at without any intention of making it satisfy his hunger.

"I don't know."

Yukimura looked up, eyes searching for a possible lie coming from his boyfriend. There was none; only uncertainty and ….regret.

"If this is about Fuji then please…don't. He's been our topic for the last couple of days, and I'd like you to know, just in case you still don't, that I'm not at all pleased."

The Seigaku captain sighed and looked away.

"Now what? Are we finally talking?" Yukimura asked, dropping the fork and finally focusing his attention to Tezuka.

"Seiichi,…..I'm actually considering giving off some space for the both of us…Schedule's been tight. I think it's best if we find time to recalibrate few things."

Yukimura pursed his lips and glared at him.

"You're breaking up with me." he said in a matter of fact.

Tezuka heaved a sigh. "God…no…It's….I need some time."

"Time for what?!" Yukimura snapped.

The outburst sent few pair of eyes looking at their direction. Tezuka bowed down in apology. Yukimura snickered.

The silent atmosphere that followed after rang like a kind of noise to Yukimura's ears. He stood and grabbed his things.

"Fine. If that's what you want, then fine." he said and walked away.

Oishi and Eiji looked at each other in confusion when once again, for the third time that week, Sanada stood outside their campus gates. Still on his uniforms, Oishi knew the taller guy just came from Rikkaidai and intentionally dropped by their school.

His initial impression was that Sanada came to talk with Tezuka. Apparently, though he was a vice-captain as well, they don't really talk much.

It was a surprise then, both for him and Eiji, when Fuji came out of nowhere and pulled Sanada away.

"Did I just see Fuji grab his arm?" Eiji asked blinking in disbelief.

"Sure you did." Oishi confirmed.

Soon after, Tezuka came behind them. Oishi cleared his throat and pretended not to care. Since they had this sort of argument inside the club room with matters concerning Fuji, they literally didn't dare to find time to talk about it. The vice-captain wanted to, but he was all too hesitant to meet Tezuka's glare which sent shivers on his entire body the last time he had a dose of it. He's practically not yet that ready to get stunned once again.

"Tell me if I need to go, coz I feel like I'm missing something out here." Eiji said darting his look from Oishi to Tezuka then back to Oishi.

None of the two answered. Tezuka looked at his vice-captain and decided to go ahead. Eiji frowned at their captain's retreating figure.

"What was that just now?"

Oishi shrugged.

3 missed calls.

Fuji frowned in question as he hovered over his phone and checked on the pending messages he had for the last 2 hours. All of which came from his 'boyfriend'.

"I…need to make a few calls." he said, raising his phone to emphasize his point to their vice-captain who was currently walking them through the day's scheduled matches.

Tezuka's absence already raised frowns and eyebrows to the whole team, and now Fuji's excusing himself to make some phone calls? Today of all days?

Inui scribbled something on his notebook, and looked at Oishi for answers. The vice-captain shrugged and nodded to Fuji, giving him permission to do what he asked. The tennis genius smiled and went away.

"I need to know if we're having a problem here."

Oishi gave out a weak smile, but refused to look at anybody who had their eyes on him.

This was among those times when he wished Tezuka's around to do the talking. He sighed and led the team to the court assembly.

"Hey…." Fuji called out with a lovely smile as he clung his arms on Sanada's neck and pulled him into a hug.

They were at the back of one of the food stalls on the area. With all the people occupied with making their way towards the tennis matches they want to watch, the two tennis players managed to meet themselves without worrying of being caught in the act. Well it's not like Fuji cared. But he knew Sanada did, and it matters.

"I left few messages. I just want to know if you're doing fine. I didn't really mean that we-"

Fuji's lips against his cut off whatever he was about to say, and left him unable to think of how he would explain his disappearance later on to their captain. Yukimura surely knows, and for the first time, Sanada didn't care.

He pulled himself away from Fuji who seemed to have no plans of ever stopping. Both were breathing hard and Sanada had to suppress a smile. He didn't want to appear flushed by just a kiss.

"Alright. I think you've already convinced me that we're so much sexually attracted to each other. How is that possible?" he asked.

He intended it to be a joke of some sort, yet the other took it a bit seriously.

"Because we're both hot?" Fuji offered with a smile.

"You maybe. Definitely not me."

"Oh yeah…because you're blazing hot. Well, I could never agree less." Fuji said as he once again kissed his lover.

This time, Sanada allowed Fuji to kiss him for real. But just as the situation was about to take another leap, Sanada reluctantly pulled himself away. Fuji whined.

"Why do I have the feeling that you don't like it when I kiss you."

"That's just yourself speaking, Fuji. Not true."

"Then-"

"We have all the time later. I came to wish you good luck. You're up to Hyotei if I'm not mistaken. They're a bunch of talent."

"Not as talented as you though."

Sanada smiled.

"I'll see you later."

Fuji nodded and gently pushed his lover away. "Later."

And then they both separate ways.

Fuji sighed as he walked back to their team. He really likes Sanada. He's not just sure if it's enough to make him completely forget their captain. He bit his lower lip and half-run his way back. He thought of Yuushi and their upcoming game. Yes. That was indeed what he was supposed to be thinking as of this moment.

Fuji hastened up his pace, suddenly feeling a different kind of adrenaline running down his veins. Today's going to be great game. He was about to turn on a corner when he bumped into somebody, making him fall two steps back.

"I'm sorry…I didn't….."

Suddenly he was looking at Tezuka. Fuji blinked and swallowed hard. He looked away, but Tezuka grabbed his wrist. He flinched at the sudden contact.

"I was just about to go back. I made few important calls." he said, without trying to break himself free.

Tezuka let him go and sighed. He gave a careful look to Fuji before turning his back at him.

They both walked silently back to their team mates without saying any other word.

Fuji held his wrist with his other hand.

No matter how hard he thinks about it, Tezuka's touch always has this strange, different feeling.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

They said 'First love never dies.'

I think it does.

It's just so impossible to forget.

(That is why it's really hard to fall in love for the first time with a person who always gives you pain. Why? Because it would mean remembering 'that' pain over and over again even if you're now loving somebody else.)

Believe me. There's no formula to forgetting. ( Aside of course if you count bumping your own head hard enough to inflict amnesia on yourself. ^_^)