Another Rumor ~ Chapter 2
Story Summary: Sequel to Rumored Relationship. Another rumor has taken hold of the tennis circuit. Tezuka and Fuji's relationship continues to develop as one between Atobe and Jirou begins. Shounen-ai: Perfect Pair and Adorable Pair/AtobexJirou.
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters.
Chapter 2
Fuji groaned as he woke up, wincing as he moved his sore hips.
“Morning.”
The tensai pouted as he spotted his wide awake boyfriend standing in the doorway. “You do know that it’s all your fault that I can’t move, don’t you?”
Tezuka smirked as he sat down on the bed next to the smaller boy, running his fingers through the other’s soft hair. “It’s not that bad.”
“Says you. Ugh. I am so glad that we don’t have practice or classes today.”
“Come on.” Tezuka stood, holding out his hand. “You’ll feel better after a warm bath.”
Fuji lifted his arms. “Carry me.”
“You can walk.”
“No, I can’t, and that’s all your fault. That’s why you have to carry me. Please, Mitsu.”
Tezuka sighed but lifted his boyfriend bridal style. He carried the other boy into his bathroom, setting the tensai in the tub where he had drawn a warm bath. “I’ll go start breakfast while you’re in here.”
“’Kay.” Fuji sighed as Tezuka left. After cleaning himself, Fuji grabbed his cell phone and relaxed in the tub as he dialed.
“Mm…Hello?” A sleepy voice picked up the other end of the line.
“Jirou-kun, it’s Fuji.”
“Eh?! Fu-um…Hold on.”
Fuji heard muffled voices from the other end before hearing what sounded like a door clicking shut.
“Sorry about that. Keigo was waking up.”
“No problem. Are you at Atobe’s place right now?”
“Yeah. It was his turn to have me for the night.”
“His turn?”
“Uh-huh. We made a schedule back when we were little. Kei-chan gets me every other day. The other days are when I stay with my family.”
“So you spend all that time with Atobe, sleep in his bed, sleep in his lap, and he still hasn’t done anything?”
“Nope.”
“Your future boyfriend is dense.”
“In this case, I completely agree. I suppose it might have something to do with how he doesn’t like using his Insight on me. He says that he won’t invade my privacy like that.”
“Now is when he chooses to respect someone’s privacy by not using his Insight?”
“Yup.”
“I say just kiss him and see what happens.”
“Fuji-san~!”
“Well, if he doesn’t figure out that you like him after that, then there’s no hope for him.”
“I can’t just kiss him!”
“You already sleep with him.”
“But that’s different! I’ve been sleeping with him since we were five!”
“Jirou-kun, you’ve known Atobe for nearly ten years. I doubt that a kiss would be completely unexpected.”
“Well, no…But I’ve never kissed him on the lips before!”
“Wait, you’ve kissed Atobe before?”
“Not on the lips.”
Fuji stared at his phone before shaking his head in disbelief. ‘I don’t believe this.’
“Fuji-san? Are you still there?”
“Aa. Jirou-kun, what kinds of things do you and Atobe do together?”
“Um…Lots of things. We play tennis, go out to eat, go to movies, go to amusement parks, just stay at home together, and other stuff like that. Oh! The two of us have gone to Paris before too!”
“Just the two of you?”
“Yeah.”
“…Jirou-kun?”
“Yes?”
“Remind me to hit Atobe the next time I see him.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s an idiot.”
“Oh. Damn. Kei-chan just woke up, so I have to go now. I’ll call you later and…Wait. How did you get my number?”
“Inui.”
“Weird. Oh well. I’ll talk to you later. Bye-bye, Fuji Syuusuke!”
“Bye.” Fuji hung up his phone and sighed. ‘And I thought that Kunimitsu was clueless when it came to relationships.’ Getting out of the bath, he got dressed and went down to have breakfast with Tezuka.
“Who was that, Jirou?”
“Oh, it was no one important.” Jirou smiled as he spotted Atobe sitting up in bed. He yawned and laid back down, snuggling into his pillow.
“Get up.” Atobe pulled a whining Jirou into a sitting position. “Ore-sama has already sent for breakfast.”
“Not hungry.”
“Ore-sama ordered pancakes.”
“With whipped cream?”
“Yes.”
“And strawberries?”
“Yes.”
“And syrup?”
“Yes.”
“And powdered sugar?”
“Yes.”
“And do the pancakes have chocolate-chips in them?”
“Jirou.”
“Do they?”
“Yes, they do.”
“Oh.” Jirou rubbed his eyes and smiled brightly. “I guess I can stay awake for a while then.”
Atobe sighed as he watched Jirou bounce on his bed lightly. “You still need to wash up before breakfast.”
“Okay!” The strawberry-blonde dashed into the bathroom and quickly got ready for the day. “Kei-chan!” Jirou rushed back into the bedroom, pushing Atobe off the bed and towards the bathroom. “Hurry up and get ready!”
“Don’t push Ore-sama, Jirou.”
“Then hurry up and go get ready. We have chocolate-chip pancakes topped with strawberries, syrup, whipped cream, and powdered sugar coming!”
The taller boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them once again. “You have that coming. Ore-sama is having normal pancakes that won’t leave behind a mouth full of cavities. Ore-sama doesn’t understand how you can actually enjoy something so disgustingly sweet.”
“Of course I like sweet things.” Jirou smiled up at his captain. “After all, I like you.”
Atobe froze on his way to the bathroom and shot a glare over his shoulder. “Ore-sama is NOT sweet.”
“Yes you are! Well, you’re sweet to me at least. You’re also pretty nice to Ohtori too, but everyone is nice to him. Of course, that might have something to do with Shishido. He always throws a fit whenever Ohtori is upset or beats up whoever made Ohtori upset if it was a guy. He’ll yell a lot at the person no matter if it’s a boy or a girl, but he still won’t hit a girl no matter how pissed off he gets. He’s nice like that, ne?”
It took all of Atobe’s inner strength not to scream at Jirou about how most of what the boy just said had absolutely nothing to do with what they were talking about, and that he was an Atobe. Atobes should never be described with the word sweet. Atobes were dignifies, elegant, and your worst nightmare when crossed. They were not sweet.
“Kei-chan! Stop standing there staring into space! Pancakes are coming! Wake up and get dressed and everything already!”
The silver-haired boy blinked in surprise. ‘Did Jirou of all people just tell Ore-sama to wake up? The world is coming to an end.’ Atobe shook his head in order to clear his thoughts before continuing to the bathroom to prepare for the day. ‘Ore-sama needs to keep Jirou away from Seigaku. Their tensai’s weirdness is starting to corrupt him. He’s already acting stranger than usual.’
Once Atobe closed the bathroom door, Jirou grabbed his cell phone and browsed through his call history list, calling a certain number.
“Jirou-kun, you’ll have to make this quick. Kunimitsu just stepped into the kitchen to get some juice for me, so he’ll be back soon.”
“Then I won’t take long. Do the two of you have anything planned for today?”
“Not really. Why?”
“Let’s go on a double date. Me and Keigo with you and Tezuka.”
“Sounds interesting. Will you be able to convince Atobe to come?”
“Yup. That’s no problem. Will you be able to convince Tezuka to come?”
“Of course. Besides, he owes me for last night?”
“Eh?”
“Nothing. Meet us at the front of the park at noon, okay?”
“Sounds good. See you then.” Jirou hung up his phone and wrapped his arms around a returning Atobe’s waist, smiling up at the other boy. “Guess what, Kei-chan! We’re going on a double date with Seigaku’s Fuji Syuusuke and Tezuka!”
“What?!"
Tbc...
A/N: For anyone who is interested, I wrote a side-story to Another Rumor titled Lost and Found. It is the full story of how Atobe and Jirou met according to this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters.
Chapter 2
Fuji groaned as he woke up, wincing as he moved his sore hips.
“Morning.”
The tensai pouted as he spotted his wide awake boyfriend standing in the doorway. “You do know that it’s all your fault that I can’t move, don’t you?”
Tezuka smirked as he sat down on the bed next to the smaller boy, running his fingers through the other’s soft hair. “It’s not that bad.”
“Says you. Ugh. I am so glad that we don’t have practice or classes today.”
“Come on.” Tezuka stood, holding out his hand. “You’ll feel better after a warm bath.”
Fuji lifted his arms. “Carry me.”
“You can walk.”
“No, I can’t, and that’s all your fault. That’s why you have to carry me. Please, Mitsu.”
Tezuka sighed but lifted his boyfriend bridal style. He carried the other boy into his bathroom, setting the tensai in the tub where he had drawn a warm bath. “I’ll go start breakfast while you’re in here.”
“’Kay.” Fuji sighed as Tezuka left. After cleaning himself, Fuji grabbed his cell phone and relaxed in the tub as he dialed.
“Mm…Hello?” A sleepy voice picked up the other end of the line.
“Jirou-kun, it’s Fuji.”
“Eh?! Fu-um…Hold on.”
Fuji heard muffled voices from the other end before hearing what sounded like a door clicking shut.
“Sorry about that. Keigo was waking up.”
“No problem. Are you at Atobe’s place right now?”
“Yeah. It was his turn to have me for the night.”
“His turn?”
“Uh-huh. We made a schedule back when we were little. Kei-chan gets me every other day. The other days are when I stay with my family.”
“So you spend all that time with Atobe, sleep in his bed, sleep in his lap, and he still hasn’t done anything?”
“Nope.”
“Your future boyfriend is dense.”
“In this case, I completely agree. I suppose it might have something to do with how he doesn’t like using his Insight on me. He says that he won’t invade my privacy like that.”
“Now is when he chooses to respect someone’s privacy by not using his Insight?”
“Yup.”
“I say just kiss him and see what happens.”
“Fuji-san~!”
“Well, if he doesn’t figure out that you like him after that, then there’s no hope for him.”
“I can’t just kiss him!”
“You already sleep with him.”
“But that’s different! I’ve been sleeping with him since we were five!”
“Jirou-kun, you’ve known Atobe for nearly ten years. I doubt that a kiss would be completely unexpected.”
“Well, no…But I’ve never kissed him on the lips before!”
“Wait, you’ve kissed Atobe before?”
“Not on the lips.”
Fuji stared at his phone before shaking his head in disbelief. ‘I don’t believe this.’
“Fuji-san? Are you still there?”
“Aa. Jirou-kun, what kinds of things do you and Atobe do together?”
“Um…Lots of things. We play tennis, go out to eat, go to movies, go to amusement parks, just stay at home together, and other stuff like that. Oh! The two of us have gone to Paris before too!”
“Just the two of you?”
“Yeah.”
“…Jirou-kun?”
“Yes?”
“Remind me to hit Atobe the next time I see him.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s an idiot.”
“Oh. Damn. Kei-chan just woke up, so I have to go now. I’ll call you later and…Wait. How did you get my number?”
“Inui.”
“Weird. Oh well. I’ll talk to you later. Bye-bye, Fuji Syuusuke!”
“Bye.” Fuji hung up his phone and sighed. ‘And I thought that Kunimitsu was clueless when it came to relationships.’ Getting out of the bath, he got dressed and went down to have breakfast with Tezuka.
“Who was that, Jirou?”
“Oh, it was no one important.” Jirou smiled as he spotted Atobe sitting up in bed. He yawned and laid back down, snuggling into his pillow.
“Get up.” Atobe pulled a whining Jirou into a sitting position. “Ore-sama has already sent for breakfast.”
“Not hungry.”
“Ore-sama ordered pancakes.”
“With whipped cream?”
“Yes.”
“And strawberries?”
“Yes.”
“And syrup?”
“Yes.”
“And powdered sugar?”
“Yes.”
“And do the pancakes have chocolate-chips in them?”
“Jirou.”
“Do they?”
“Yes, they do.”
“Oh.” Jirou rubbed his eyes and smiled brightly. “I guess I can stay awake for a while then.”
Atobe sighed as he watched Jirou bounce on his bed lightly. “You still need to wash up before breakfast.”
“Okay!” The strawberry-blonde dashed into the bathroom and quickly got ready for the day. “Kei-chan!” Jirou rushed back into the bedroom, pushing Atobe off the bed and towards the bathroom. “Hurry up and get ready!”
“Don’t push Ore-sama, Jirou.”
“Then hurry up and go get ready. We have chocolate-chip pancakes topped with strawberries, syrup, whipped cream, and powdered sugar coming!”
The taller boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them once again. “You have that coming. Ore-sama is having normal pancakes that won’t leave behind a mouth full of cavities. Ore-sama doesn’t understand how you can actually enjoy something so disgustingly sweet.”
“Of course I like sweet things.” Jirou smiled up at his captain. “After all, I like you.”
Atobe froze on his way to the bathroom and shot a glare over his shoulder. “Ore-sama is NOT sweet.”
“Yes you are! Well, you’re sweet to me at least. You’re also pretty nice to Ohtori too, but everyone is nice to him. Of course, that might have something to do with Shishido. He always throws a fit whenever Ohtori is upset or beats up whoever made Ohtori upset if it was a guy. He’ll yell a lot at the person no matter if it’s a boy or a girl, but he still won’t hit a girl no matter how pissed off he gets. He’s nice like that, ne?”
It took all of Atobe’s inner strength not to scream at Jirou about how most of what the boy just said had absolutely nothing to do with what they were talking about, and that he was an Atobe. Atobes should never be described with the word sweet. Atobes were dignifies, elegant, and your worst nightmare when crossed. They were not sweet.
“Kei-chan! Stop standing there staring into space! Pancakes are coming! Wake up and get dressed and everything already!”
The silver-haired boy blinked in surprise. ‘Did Jirou of all people just tell Ore-sama to wake up? The world is coming to an end.’ Atobe shook his head in order to clear his thoughts before continuing to the bathroom to prepare for the day. ‘Ore-sama needs to keep Jirou away from Seigaku. Their tensai’s weirdness is starting to corrupt him. He’s already acting stranger than usual.’
Once Atobe closed the bathroom door, Jirou grabbed his cell phone and browsed through his call history list, calling a certain number.
“Jirou-kun, you’ll have to make this quick. Kunimitsu just stepped into the kitchen to get some juice for me, so he’ll be back soon.”
“Then I won’t take long. Do the two of you have anything planned for today?”
“Not really. Why?”
“Let’s go on a double date. Me and Keigo with you and Tezuka.”
“Sounds interesting. Will you be able to convince Atobe to come?”
“Yup. That’s no problem. Will you be able to convince Tezuka to come?”
“Of course. Besides, he owes me for last night?”
“Eh?”
“Nothing. Meet us at the front of the park at noon, okay?”
“Sounds good. See you then.” Jirou hung up his phone and wrapped his arms around a returning Atobe’s waist, smiling up at the other boy. “Guess what, Kei-chan! We’re going on a double date with Seigaku’s Fuji Syuusuke and Tezuka!”
“What?!"
Tbc...
A/N: For anyone who is interested, I wrote a side-story to Another Rumor titled Lost and Found. It is the full story of how Atobe and Jirou met according to this story.