Rumored Relationship ~ Chapter 5
Story Summary: A certain rumor leaves Tezuka wondering as to exactly what Fuji means to him. shonen-ai: Perfect Pair.
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters.
Chapter 5
After an early lunch the next morning, Eiji departed from Fuji’s house in order to give the tensai time to prepare himself for his date with Tezuka.
Fuji looked himself over in the mirror, smoothing out his hair and clothing. When he heard the doorbell ring, he quickly ran downstairs and took a deep breath before opening the door. “Hello, Tezuka. You’re right on time.”
The other boy stared at him blankly.
“Tezuka?”
Tezuka mentally shook his head and forced himself to look at Fuji’s face, not the expanse of skin the shorter boy had on display. “It’s nothing. Are you ready to go?”
Fuji smiled and nodded happily. “I thought that we could go see a movie first. There’s this new horror film that I’ve been wanting to see but haven’t been able to. Do you mind?”
Tezuka found the movie boring within the first ten minutes. However, while the film could not hold his attention, something else did. That something was currently snuggled against his left side. Fuji had pushed up the armrest separating their two seats and latched onto Tezuka. Tezuka could feel the tensai’s warmth radiate through the light jacket he was wearing and focused on the other boy instead of the movie. ‘I don’t see how he finds this entertaining. The plot is unoriginal, the actors subpar, and the situation completely unrealistic. There’s absolutely no point to-’
Fuji squeaked and buried his face in Tezuka’s chest, clinging to the bespectacled boy’s shirt tightly.
Tezuka wrapped an arm around the smaller boy’s waist and ran his fingers through Fuji’s hair gently. ‘Okay. Maybe this movie isn’t that bad.’
“Did you enjoy the movie?” Fuji asked when the lights finally came back on.
The taller boy shrugged. “It had it’s good points. What do you want to do next?”
“Hmm…Well, why don’t we go play some pool for a while?”
“Unlike the others, I actually know beforehand that you’re a tensai at pool.”
Fuji chuckled. “Maa, but Tezuka’s good at everything, so we should be pretty evenly matched. Besides, this way I might actually win against you at something.” The smile Fuji gave his captain distracted Tezuka long enough for Fuji to drag the other boy into a pool hall.
Much like in the movie theatre, Tezuka had trouble paying attention to the game instead of Fuji. The jeans his singles two player was wearing were tight to begin with, but they conformed even more to the boy’s lower body as Fuji leaned over to shoot. Whenever they were on opposites sides of the table, Fuji’s unbuttoned shirt allowed Tezuka to see nearly all of Fuji’s chest as well.
After playing a few games, in which Tezuka lost every one, the two tennis players decided to walk through the park. Stopping by the tennis courts, they were enjoying watching two young boys, who were no more than six years old, practice.
“They’re not too bad for being so young.” Fuji grinned at Tezuka. “Don’t you think so?”
“The need to work on their grips.”
“They’re only children. Besides, it looks like they’re just beginners.”
Tezuka was about to respond when a shout from the courts caught both of the Seigaku player’s attention.
“Oi! Get lost, brats! The courts are for real players, not amateurs like you.”
Tezuka and Fuji both frowned as they spotted two teenagers bullying the children on the court. The frowns become even more pronounced when the older of the two bullies served a ball close to one of the children’s ear, causing the boy to fall to the ground in fright.
“Heh.” The bully smirked. “Next time I won’t miss.”
“Tennis isn’t something to be used to hurt others.”
The bullies stared as Tezuka and Fuji strolled onto the court. “Who the hell are you?”
Both ignored the bullies as they checked on the children.
“Are you okay?” Fuji crouched down so that he was eye-level with the boy on the ground.
“I think so.”
“Saa, that’s a relief.” Fuji smiled in reassurance. “Ne, do you two mind if we borrow your rackets?
The children shook their heads and handed their rackets to Fuji who passed one to Tezuka.
Tezuka glanced at Fuji’s clothing. “Are you able to play like that?”
“Mm. If it’s these two I am. I recognize them. They’re the Sasabes. Echizen’s played and won against the younger and his father before in tennis and beach volleyball. The other is his older brother, remember? He was beaten by Echizen as well, and says that he’s called ‘The Puppet Master of Meguro.’ They won’t be a problem for either of us.”
“Oi!” Sasabe scowled. “That’s pretty big talk for a couple of losers like you. If you’re so confident, then why don’t you prove it in a match? The two of us against you two in a one-set doubles match.”
Fuji nodded. “That’s fine.”
There was no contest. Tezuka and Fuji defeated the two Sasabe bothers six games to zero without giving up a single point. Neither had to use any of their special moves or even broke a sweat. They returned the borrowed rackets as the Sasabes ran away.
“That family never learns.” Fuji sighed. “They think that they can do whatever they want just because they have money. At least Atobe occasionally does something nice, and he can actually play tennis.”
Tezuka nodded in agreement. “They shouldn’t play tennis if they’re just going to hurt others with it.”
“Unfortunately, there are some people who just don’t understand that. No matter what sport they’re in, that type of people always cause violence.” Fuji looked away, thinking about their first year in junior high. “I hate people like that.”
‘He’s still angry at that senpai who hurt my arm.’ Tezuka realized, eyes softening. ‘He’s still worried about me.’ Tezuka saw that the tensai was not even trying to smile. He took the other’s chin in his hand and gently forced the boy to look at him.
“Tezuka, what-” Fuji gasped as Tezuka’s lips pressed lightly against his own.
Tezuka pulled away slightly. “I’m fine now, Syuusuke.” He turned away. “Come on. Let’s have dinner now.”
Fuji brushed his fingers over his lips. “Tezuka, why did you do that? Not that I’m complaining of course.”
“I realized something.”
“Oh really? What exactly did you realize?”
“That you were still angry at the senpai who hurt me and worried that I might get hurt again.”
“Tezuka, if you just realized that, then you haven’t been paying much attention. Besides, the entire team feels the same way.”
“I know, but that’s not the important part.”
“Then what is?”
Tezuka turned to look at Fuji. “I just realized that I love you.”
“Really?” Fuji’s eyes sparkled happily, and he wrapped his arms around his captain’s neck. “Why?”
“Do I need a reason to?”
“No.” Fuji laid his head on Tezuka’s shoulder. “You don’t, but I’m glad that you feel like that anyways.”
“Hn.” The taller boy ran his hand through the tensai’s hair before taking Fuji’s hand in his own. “Let’s go.”
Fuji smiled brightly as Tezuka led him off to have dinner. Tezuka took him to an Italian restaurant and paid for the meal, refusing to allow Fuji to pay for it.
“I asked you out on this date.” Tezuka frowned when Fuji kept trying to pay for at least part of the bill. “If you want to pay so much, then ask me out first next time.”
Fuji laughed but finally relented.
The walk back to Fuji’s home afterwards was peaceful. Neither spoke, but the silence between them was far from awkward. Each felt comfortable merely being in the other’s presence.
“Thanks for today, Tezuka.” Fuji turned to look at Tezuka when they finally arrived at his doorstep. “It really means a lot to me that you were willing to give me a chance.”
“It’s fine.” Tezuka looked away, slightly embarrassed. “I owed you that much at the very least. Besides, I was able to find out why I felt differently about you.”
“What do you mean?”
The captain crossed his arms. “I always felt different about you than I did with the other Regulars. Now I know why.”
“Why?”
“Fuji.”
“Please?” Fuji wrapped his arms around Tezuka’s neck once again and looked up at the other, blue eyes pleading. “Just this once?”
Tezuka sighed but wrapped his arms around Fuji’s waist, pulling the smaller boy’s body against his own. He tilted down so that his lips hovered just above the other’s slightly trembling ones. “I love you, Fuji Syuusuke.” He breathed quietly, warm breath flowing over the lips beneath his, before taking the tensai’s lips with his own.
Fuji sighed into the kiss, arms tightening around Tezuka’s neck. He pulled back slightly. “And I love you, Tezuka Kunimitsu.” Fuji pressed his lips against Tezuka’s once again, opening them to allow Tezuka’s tongue to slide into his mouth.
“Damn it, Aniki. Where the hell have you b-”
Fuji broke the kiss and looked over his shoulder to see his brother standing in the now open doorway. “Yuuta! I didn’t know that you were coming home tonight. Are Kaa-san and Nee-san back from Chiba yet?”
Yuuta merely stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “Uh…”
“Is something wrong, Yuuta?”
The younger boy’s jaw snapped shut, and he whirled around, slamming the door behind him.
“Yuuta?” The two outside could hear Yumiko’s worried voice from inside the house. “What’s wrong? Isn’t Syuusuke outside?”
“How the hell should I know?! I didn’t see anything!”
Fuji giggled as they listened to Yuuta storm up to his room. “Saa, I guess they are home.”
Tezuka tightened his hold on Fuji’s waist. "Then you better go.”
Fuji turned back to face Tezuka and sighed. “I suppose so. Goodnight, Mitsu.” He quickly pecked Tezuka on the lips, disengaged himself from the other boys, and entered the house.
Tezuka stared at the door blankly. “‘Mitsu?’”
Tbc...
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters.
Chapter 5
After an early lunch the next morning, Eiji departed from Fuji’s house in order to give the tensai time to prepare himself for his date with Tezuka.
Fuji looked himself over in the mirror, smoothing out his hair and clothing. When he heard the doorbell ring, he quickly ran downstairs and took a deep breath before opening the door. “Hello, Tezuka. You’re right on time.”
The other boy stared at him blankly.
“Tezuka?”
Tezuka mentally shook his head and forced himself to look at Fuji’s face, not the expanse of skin the shorter boy had on display. “It’s nothing. Are you ready to go?”
Fuji smiled and nodded happily. “I thought that we could go see a movie first. There’s this new horror film that I’ve been wanting to see but haven’t been able to. Do you mind?”
Tezuka found the movie boring within the first ten minutes. However, while the film could not hold his attention, something else did. That something was currently snuggled against his left side. Fuji had pushed up the armrest separating their two seats and latched onto Tezuka. Tezuka could feel the tensai’s warmth radiate through the light jacket he was wearing and focused on the other boy instead of the movie. ‘I don’t see how he finds this entertaining. The plot is unoriginal, the actors subpar, and the situation completely unrealistic. There’s absolutely no point to-’
Fuji squeaked and buried his face in Tezuka’s chest, clinging to the bespectacled boy’s shirt tightly.
Tezuka wrapped an arm around the smaller boy’s waist and ran his fingers through Fuji’s hair gently. ‘Okay. Maybe this movie isn’t that bad.’
“Did you enjoy the movie?” Fuji asked when the lights finally came back on.
The taller boy shrugged. “It had it’s good points. What do you want to do next?”
“Hmm…Well, why don’t we go play some pool for a while?”
“Unlike the others, I actually know beforehand that you’re a tensai at pool.”
Fuji chuckled. “Maa, but Tezuka’s good at everything, so we should be pretty evenly matched. Besides, this way I might actually win against you at something.” The smile Fuji gave his captain distracted Tezuka long enough for Fuji to drag the other boy into a pool hall.
Much like in the movie theatre, Tezuka had trouble paying attention to the game instead of Fuji. The jeans his singles two player was wearing were tight to begin with, but they conformed even more to the boy’s lower body as Fuji leaned over to shoot. Whenever they were on opposites sides of the table, Fuji’s unbuttoned shirt allowed Tezuka to see nearly all of Fuji’s chest as well.
After playing a few games, in which Tezuka lost every one, the two tennis players decided to walk through the park. Stopping by the tennis courts, they were enjoying watching two young boys, who were no more than six years old, practice.
“They’re not too bad for being so young.” Fuji grinned at Tezuka. “Don’t you think so?”
“The need to work on their grips.”
“They’re only children. Besides, it looks like they’re just beginners.”
Tezuka was about to respond when a shout from the courts caught both of the Seigaku player’s attention.
“Oi! Get lost, brats! The courts are for real players, not amateurs like you.”
Tezuka and Fuji both frowned as they spotted two teenagers bullying the children on the court. The frowns become even more pronounced when the older of the two bullies served a ball close to one of the children’s ear, causing the boy to fall to the ground in fright.
“Heh.” The bully smirked. “Next time I won’t miss.”
“Tennis isn’t something to be used to hurt others.”
The bullies stared as Tezuka and Fuji strolled onto the court. “Who the hell are you?”
Both ignored the bullies as they checked on the children.
“Are you okay?” Fuji crouched down so that he was eye-level with the boy on the ground.
“I think so.”
“Saa, that’s a relief.” Fuji smiled in reassurance. “Ne, do you two mind if we borrow your rackets?
The children shook their heads and handed their rackets to Fuji who passed one to Tezuka.
Tezuka glanced at Fuji’s clothing. “Are you able to play like that?”
“Mm. If it’s these two I am. I recognize them. They’re the Sasabes. Echizen’s played and won against the younger and his father before in tennis and beach volleyball. The other is his older brother, remember? He was beaten by Echizen as well, and says that he’s called ‘The Puppet Master of Meguro.’ They won’t be a problem for either of us.”
“Oi!” Sasabe scowled. “That’s pretty big talk for a couple of losers like you. If you’re so confident, then why don’t you prove it in a match? The two of us against you two in a one-set doubles match.”
Fuji nodded. “That’s fine.”
There was no contest. Tezuka and Fuji defeated the two Sasabe bothers six games to zero without giving up a single point. Neither had to use any of their special moves or even broke a sweat. They returned the borrowed rackets as the Sasabes ran away.
“That family never learns.” Fuji sighed. “They think that they can do whatever they want just because they have money. At least Atobe occasionally does something nice, and he can actually play tennis.”
Tezuka nodded in agreement. “They shouldn’t play tennis if they’re just going to hurt others with it.”
“Unfortunately, there are some people who just don’t understand that. No matter what sport they’re in, that type of people always cause violence.” Fuji looked away, thinking about their first year in junior high. “I hate people like that.”
‘He’s still angry at that senpai who hurt my arm.’ Tezuka realized, eyes softening. ‘He’s still worried about me.’ Tezuka saw that the tensai was not even trying to smile. He took the other’s chin in his hand and gently forced the boy to look at him.
“Tezuka, what-” Fuji gasped as Tezuka’s lips pressed lightly against his own.
Tezuka pulled away slightly. “I’m fine now, Syuusuke.” He turned away. “Come on. Let’s have dinner now.”
Fuji brushed his fingers over his lips. “Tezuka, why did you do that? Not that I’m complaining of course.”
“I realized something.”
“Oh really? What exactly did you realize?”
“That you were still angry at the senpai who hurt me and worried that I might get hurt again.”
“Tezuka, if you just realized that, then you haven’t been paying much attention. Besides, the entire team feels the same way.”
“I know, but that’s not the important part.”
“Then what is?”
Tezuka turned to look at Fuji. “I just realized that I love you.”
“Really?” Fuji’s eyes sparkled happily, and he wrapped his arms around his captain’s neck. “Why?”
“Do I need a reason to?”
“No.” Fuji laid his head on Tezuka’s shoulder. “You don’t, but I’m glad that you feel like that anyways.”
“Hn.” The taller boy ran his hand through the tensai’s hair before taking Fuji’s hand in his own. “Let’s go.”
Fuji smiled brightly as Tezuka led him off to have dinner. Tezuka took him to an Italian restaurant and paid for the meal, refusing to allow Fuji to pay for it.
“I asked you out on this date.” Tezuka frowned when Fuji kept trying to pay for at least part of the bill. “If you want to pay so much, then ask me out first next time.”
Fuji laughed but finally relented.
The walk back to Fuji’s home afterwards was peaceful. Neither spoke, but the silence between them was far from awkward. Each felt comfortable merely being in the other’s presence.
“Thanks for today, Tezuka.” Fuji turned to look at Tezuka when they finally arrived at his doorstep. “It really means a lot to me that you were willing to give me a chance.”
“It’s fine.” Tezuka looked away, slightly embarrassed. “I owed you that much at the very least. Besides, I was able to find out why I felt differently about you.”
“What do you mean?”
The captain crossed his arms. “I always felt different about you than I did with the other Regulars. Now I know why.”
“Why?”
“Fuji.”
“Please?” Fuji wrapped his arms around Tezuka’s neck once again and looked up at the other, blue eyes pleading. “Just this once?”
Tezuka sighed but wrapped his arms around Fuji’s waist, pulling the smaller boy’s body against his own. He tilted down so that his lips hovered just above the other’s slightly trembling ones. “I love you, Fuji Syuusuke.” He breathed quietly, warm breath flowing over the lips beneath his, before taking the tensai’s lips with his own.
Fuji sighed into the kiss, arms tightening around Tezuka’s neck. He pulled back slightly. “And I love you, Tezuka Kunimitsu.” Fuji pressed his lips against Tezuka’s once again, opening them to allow Tezuka’s tongue to slide into his mouth.
“Damn it, Aniki. Where the hell have you b-”
Fuji broke the kiss and looked over his shoulder to see his brother standing in the now open doorway. “Yuuta! I didn’t know that you were coming home tonight. Are Kaa-san and Nee-san back from Chiba yet?”
Yuuta merely stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “Uh…”
“Is something wrong, Yuuta?”
The younger boy’s jaw snapped shut, and he whirled around, slamming the door behind him.
“Yuuta?” The two outside could hear Yumiko’s worried voice from inside the house. “What’s wrong? Isn’t Syuusuke outside?”
“How the hell should I know?! I didn’t see anything!”
Fuji giggled as they listened to Yuuta storm up to his room. “Saa, I guess they are home.”
Tezuka tightened his hold on Fuji’s waist. "Then you better go.”
Fuji turned back to face Tezuka and sighed. “I suppose so. Goodnight, Mitsu.” He quickly pecked Tezuka on the lips, disengaged himself from the other boys, and entered the house.
Tezuka stared at the door blankly. “‘Mitsu?’”
Tbc...