DISCLAIMER: I don't own Prince of Tennis
"Again?" Yagyuu asked, frowning at Renji.
"He didn't say why." the data specialist replied.
Earlier that day, Yukimura had asked Renji to inform the team about the cancellation of their afternoon practice. That was the third time in a row for the whole week, and this time, not only did Renji and Sanada start to worry. They've tried to convince the bluenette that practice can still go on while he rests, but Yukimura didn't listen.
He wanted them all to skip the day's practice. Again.
"Why do I have the feeling that we're missing something here?" Jackal said, eyes staring particularly at their vice-captain.
Sanada glared back.
Moments of silence then followed before the whole team started to disperse. Renji patted Sanada's shoulder.
"We need to do something."
Sanada nodded in agreement.
Saturday could either be Fuji's favorite or worst day, depending on how things work for him the whole week. This Saturday was one of the former. He finished his bottle of water and threw it at the trash can beside him. He wiped his face with a towel that hanged loosely on his neck. It became his habit to do regular morning jogging even during weekends, and he was glad he finished earlier today than usual.
He made his way back to their house, and scanned the kitchen for his sister's presence. She couldn't find her. Fuji frowned and checked his wrist watch.
6:45
Yumiko always wakes up earlier than that. And today was Saturday of all days. His sister has to be awake if she didn't want to be late for her breakfast appointment with her boss, which happens always on a Saturday.
Fuji marched the stairs and headed to Yumiko's room. He knocked on his sister's door.
"Nee-san….it's almost seven. You'll be late." he said.
Though they might not be in the best of terms with each other, Fuji knew when he should do his obligation as part of their family. Waking his sister up may not be one of those, but all he wanted was to rid of his sister's presence before he ruled their house.
"Nee-san!" Fuji called when he got no response.
He sighed and went back down. He prepared himself a cup of coffee and settled on the living room, where he turned on the T.V. and watched the morning news.
'Things should just go on like this every day.' he thought.
A knock on the door, cut off Fuji's silent musings about his plans. He went for the door and opened it. Much to his displease, Yukimura's smiling face welcomed him.
"This isn't your boyfriend's house." Fuji said, trying to sound more sarcastic, though he could hear more of the annoyance in his own voice than just mere sarcasm.
Yukimura raised a brow, amused at Fuji's sort of defensive stance.
"Oh no. I'm sure I'm in the right place. Mind if I come in?"
The Rikkaidai captain didn't wait for Fuji's reply as he literally shove the other guy away from the door and made his way in. He settled on the same place that Fuji occupied before he came, grabbed the remote and turned off the T.V.
"..getting rid of unnecessary things.." he said, answering Fuji's amused glare at him.
"You do know that you're trespassing." Fuji said, feeling the throbbing of the nerves on his temples as he tried his best not drag the other guy out.
"Aren't I welcome? You said it. Tezuka's my boyfriend, and I know for a fact he's more than welcome here." Yukimura said, mocking Fuji with every word that comes out of his mouth.
Fuji clinched his fists tight, face never showing the usual smile he wore outside. "Get out." he demanded.
"Not unless you understand what I'm here for."
Fuji's eyes narrowed. "You heard me."
Yukimura nodded with a shrug. "I did. And I'm not going."
Fuji felt the warm rush of his blood immediately ran up his brain, blocking all thoughts of diplomacy he was thinking, and making way for a sure game of bloodbath if Yukimura didn't do what he say. Inside he felt violated and insulted.
This is his house, and Yukimura, even with all the glory he's got, doesn't have any single right to step in without his permission, which is by the way, he's not giving. With a sharp sigh, Fuji clinched his fist tighter and lounged forward, intent on landing a hard punch on his nemesis' face. Well, at least that was what should have happened if not for Yumiko.
"Hey…good…..morning?" she said, eyes darting from Fuji to Yukimura and then back at her brother.
Yumiko frowned, sensing her brother's anger suppressed in what could be a tiny vessel of his being ready to burst at any moment. She gave a worried and disapproving look at the blue-haired boy sitting on their living room's couch. Somehow, Yumiko felt uneasy.
"I suggest we all take our seats at the dining." she offered, eyes not leaving Yukimura's figure.
Fuji barely registered what his sister was saying. His attention was fully, and intently focused on one thing; to get Yukimura out of his house; out of his sight.
"Well?" Yumiko continued, not knowing what the hell was going on between the two guys. She might not be in good terms with her brother, but one thing she wouldn't want to see was bloodshed, and the present situation was clearly walking on that path.
"Fuji and I just have to settle things straight." Yukimura responded with a smile.
"We don't have anything to talk about, so get out." Fuji responded in gritted teeth. One more word from the other guy, and he's really going to punch him, hard.
"Really?"
Yumiko frowned even more. She decided to meddle in.
"I'm sorry Yumiko…But your brother seemed to be having this sort of crisis with his feelings towards my boyfriend…and I'm practically not in favor of that." Yukimura said.
Yumiko gaped, and looked at her brother, asking for answers or any damned explanation.
"Tezuka doesn't have something to do with any of this."
"Of course he does. Otherwise you wouldn't have tire yourself out in seducing my vice-captain and forcing him to spend some productive moments with you on bed. How does that sound?"
Yumiko darted a warning glare at Yukimura, but didn't say anything. She moved closer to Fuji and held his hands tight. The other guy was clearly provoking her brother, and she's not letting anything happen anymore. Yukimura has to leave.
"I don't think today's the right time to talk about this." Yumiko said.
Yukimura gave her the you-don't-know-anything kind of smile and looked at Fuji who was still giving him those glares.
"Back-off." he warned, meaning what he said.
Fuji recognized the threat, but knew for a fact that he didn't care about it at all. He has had enough of it lately, and he has somehow gained this immunity against it already. It just sounded new to him today that the mighty captain of Rikkaidai was the one doing the same threat. He found it slightly out of character. But well, what does he know about Yukimura?
"I don't give a damn anymore whatever the two of you do. I have a life to live. A life you don't have anything to do with. If there's somebody who needs to back off, it's certainly you not I." Fuji countered.
He gently caressed his sister's forearm, assuring her that he's got control of the situation. Yumiko, getting the message didn't move.
"Sanada doesn't feel anything for you. I'm sure you know that. So what? You're just doing all of these to mock me? Great. Because it's starting to take effect."
Fuji shook his head and turned his back at the two, walking away and heading to his room. He swallowed the sudden lump on his throat and blinked away the wetness that threatened to break away on his eyes. If he showed himself like this, Yukimura would think he won. Fuji slammed the door close and heaved a sigh. The last thing Yukimura said brought uneasiness to Fuji. Not that he was actually expecting something more in depth from the relationship he had with the Rikkaidai vice-captain. He was just hoping for it to last until he completely wiped Tezuka off his mind.
He looked outside from the glass window of his room and noticed for the first time that it was raining.
His mind drifted off to Yukimura. The other guy surely wasn't bringing anything when he came. The rain would surely drench him wet before he reach the subway. Fuji smiled at the fact.
Oh how he wish the rain falls stronger.