Skills of Observation Final
Skills of Observation
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG (because of creepy stalking)
Disclaimer: PoT doesn't belong to me.
Summary: Ryoma is more observant than he lets on. But that’s what his stalker is counting on.
Part One - Part Two
Notes: Final Part. xD Ryoma just can’t take it any more and Fuji makes his move. ;D
Skills of Observation
Part Two :: Ulterior Motives
A month had passed and Ryoma grew more curious about his clicking observer. He was getting rather annoyed, actually. At least his stupid fan club stalked openly. This sneaking business was starting to piss him off. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the situation.
Not to mention that Fuji-sempai had been acting strangely for awhile now.
Ryoma prided himself on his observational skills when he actually felt like putting them to use. Yet Fuji seemed to defy any sort of standard he was familiar with. He admitted (to himself only, of course), that people weren’t his forte, at least, not off of a tennis court. So, while Ryoma noticed Fuji’s slow change in habits, he was still far from understanding them.
Then again, Fuji wasn’t easy to read ever, so perhaps it wasn’t just Ryoma’s lack of experience with social situations. Either way, it annoyed him. Everything was beginning to annoy him lately.
He’d noticed Fuji’s increased interest in his matches, and recognized that he tended to play more seriously when the tensai was watching. However there was something else that had changed, and this change was the one that unsettled him the most.
It had started a few weeks ago. Fuji began to find small excuses to touch him whenever possible. Nothing serious, just any small contact; a pat on the head or back after a well played match; a brush of fingers lingering longer than necessary when handing over a racquet or tennis ball. And sometimes, more recently, he’d taken to resting an arm on Ryoma’s shoulders.
Now, if it were Momo or Kikumaru, Ryoma wouldn’t have thought anything out of the ordinary. But Fuji was different. He seemed similar to Ryoma in preferring his own personal space as well as respecting others. Even worse, was that his team mates, and even some of the club members were starting to notice Fuji’s partiality to the youngest Regular.
Ryoma hated being humiliated and toyed with(especially publicly). But what he hated most of all was that he couldn’t help but react to the tensai’s actions. He couldn’t ignore them like he did everyone else’s. And secretly, in a deep dark place he’d never admit to existing, he was beginning to like it. The touches and attention Fuji seemed to only bestow upon him.
Yes, lately everything was annoying the young prodigy. And it was beginning to drive him to distraction during matches. He had actually lost at practice today, and against Kawamura of all people.
That meant he hadn’t gotten the small gesture of approval from the tensai that he’d become accustomed to. And now, now, as he was trying to think and rest on his porch, playing with Karupin, that incessant clicking had begun again. His eyebrow twitched. Did his stalker really think he couldn’t hear? Idly petting Karupin, with his free hand, he surreptitiously grabbed the stray tennis ball she had been playing with. Narrowing his eyes, he chucked it at a nearby bush, seemingly the source of the clicking sounds.
There was a rustle as his intruder dodged the ball, but lost his coverage, becoming exposed to the boy he’d been watching.
Ryoma’s eyebrow quirked, but he couldn’t say he was surprised. He had suspected as much. He was a prodigy after all.
“Saa… I’ve been found out.”
“Mada mada dane, Fuji-sempai. I knew it was you all along.”
“Really?” Fuji sounded disappointed, yet his smile was positively ecstatic, “Guess I couldn’t fool you.”
“What was that infernal clicking?”
“Oh? You mean this?” Fuji smiled lightly, suddenly revealing a small camera he’d hidden away, and snapping a picture before Ryoma could react.
“Fuji--!” Ryoma yelled, but was caught off guard when a pair of soft lips gently brushed against his own. They barely touched, yet Ryoma found his body shocked into stillness.
Fuji made quick his get away, wasting no time, but before leaving he kissed Ryoma’s forehead, a hand lightly ruffling the soft strands of black hair. “Mada mada, Ryoma-kun. See you at practice tomorrow.” With that, the tensai disappeared, Ryoma left alone with Karupin whining for his attention.
When Ryoma finally realized what happened, he’d vowed Fuji would pay.
He was completely unsuspecting of what the Tensai had planned for him, and the surprise he’d get at practice the next day.
xxxx
Ryoma arrived at practice to see his sempai-tachi huddled around some kind of large black leather bound book.
He was hit with a sudden sense of forboding when Fuji’s keen blue eyes met his with a smile.
Ryoma slowly, cautiously, approached the group. The other regulars hadn’t noticed his arrival yet, for which he was glad. He stared down in growing horror as his teammates poured over what looked to be a large photo album, entirely filled with pictures… of him. Resting at home, playing on the street courts, capturing the briefest and rarest play of emotions as he felt them.
His face burned red, though whether from embarrassment or fury he couldn’t tell. He made a sickly choking gasping sound and crumpled to the floor, his blazing eyes never leaving Fuji’s smiling face.
The sudden noise alerted the other regulars to his presence and most of them backed away quickly from the book. Tezuka was blessfully absent. Oishi, Kawamura, and Kaidoh looked at him guiltily, stuttering attempted apologies or denials. Inui, disturbingly enough, continued to study the pictures, his glasses glinting in a frightening way, mumbling something about “good data”. Momo was laughing uproariously. Apparently the pictures were enough to gain his forgiveness when it was revealed Fuji was Ryoma’s ‘stalker’. Kikumaru was bouncing around excitedly, yanking him closer to the offensive album.
The energetic acrobat blabbered on excitedly about something, revealing the album’s smooth leather binding and pointing to the glittering gold letters engraved on the surface. Ryoma’s eyes finally pulled away from Fuji’s amused ones to read the neat precise letters.
THE MANY FACES OF ECHIZEN RYOMA
Ryoma saw red.
When he finally found the strength, he slowly stood and approached Fuji in a threatening prowl. His lean body all strength and grace, the golden eyes blazing, exuded a menacing aura. Even Kikumaru was silent as the confrontation reached its climax.
“Courts. Now.”
“So then, a match is it?” Fuji’s smile grew to a grin.
Ryoma just growled as an affirmative, grabbing his racquet and heading to the courts with Fuji following close behind.
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The rest of the Regulars wisely stayed back, observing the exchange nervously. The match hadn’t started yet, but the air was crackling with so much tension they could almost see it, taste it, feel it.
Before they began, Fuji moved close to Ryoma and whispered softly in his ear. “You should see my private collection. The one’s I’m not willing to share.” He briefly brushed his fingers through Ryoma’s hair, masking it as an affectionate pat on the head.
The prodigy’s face turned even redder, but his golden eyes narrowed with dark promise.
“Shall we?” Fuji asked, obviously quite pleased with himself as he watched Ryoma take position opposite him on the court.
His little kitten was baring it’s sharpened claws at him. Finally.
Now he could get somewhere with the stubborn youth. It was a start at least.
First things first, though. The match he’d been eagerly anticipating for over a month. He idly wondered if he should eat his kitten whole or toy with it some more?
Fuji himself got into position, ignoring the crowd gathering around the court. His eyes were for his kitten and no other. He wondered if he’d be able to tame it, or if he even wanted to.
Yes he lived for the thrill of this moment. Nothing could compare to it.
xxxx
Tezuka sighed as he watched the crowd gathering, hesitant how he should proceed.
“Aren’t you going to stop them?” Coach Ryuuzaki asked.
“Actually,” Tezuka paused, “I don’t think I want to know what Fuji would do if I dared.” His gaze returned to the battle on the courts, wondering again what Fuji was thinking. He decided he was better off not knowing.
“Well, just make sure they don’t injure each other too seriously. We have an important match coming up.”
Tezuka nodded. That went without saying.
The team always came first.
His eyes continued to follow the furious movements of the boy he’d chosen to replace him as Seigaku’s pillar.
Always.
xxxx
Fin
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author’s rambles:
Hah! Finished! What did you guys think? I’d really like to know how it came off. I don’t normally write humor, so am not sure if it was really amusing, or if it was just me. xD
I know it wasn’t quite as long as the last part, but I had trouble breaking it up evenly and logically, so sorry if that bothered anyone.
Is it just me or did some secret longing for Ryoma somehow get channeled into Tezuka. Totally unintentional. I swear! ^^; Thrill pair will always be my passion.
Feedback equals food for the soul
9/27/06
I seriously need some thrill pair icons. Can anyone point me in the right direction? I'm too busy to make my own right now.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG (because of creepy stalking)
Disclaimer: PoT doesn't belong to me.
Summary: Ryoma is more observant than he lets on. But that’s what his stalker is counting on.
Part One - Part Two
Notes: Final Part. xD Ryoma just can’t take it any more and Fuji makes his move. ;D
Skills of Observation
Part Two :: Ulterior Motives
A month had passed and Ryoma grew more curious about his clicking observer. He was getting rather annoyed, actually. At least his stupid fan club stalked openly. This sneaking business was starting to piss him off. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the situation.
Not to mention that Fuji-sempai had been acting strangely for awhile now.
Ryoma prided himself on his observational skills when he actually felt like putting them to use. Yet Fuji seemed to defy any sort of standard he was familiar with. He admitted (to himself only, of course), that people weren’t his forte, at least, not off of a tennis court. So, while Ryoma noticed Fuji’s slow change in habits, he was still far from understanding them.
Then again, Fuji wasn’t easy to read ever, so perhaps it wasn’t just Ryoma’s lack of experience with social situations. Either way, it annoyed him. Everything was beginning to annoy him lately.
He’d noticed Fuji’s increased interest in his matches, and recognized that he tended to play more seriously when the tensai was watching. However there was something else that had changed, and this change was the one that unsettled him the most.
It had started a few weeks ago. Fuji began to find small excuses to touch him whenever possible. Nothing serious, just any small contact; a pat on the head or back after a well played match; a brush of fingers lingering longer than necessary when handing over a racquet or tennis ball. And sometimes, more recently, he’d taken to resting an arm on Ryoma’s shoulders.
Now, if it were Momo or Kikumaru, Ryoma wouldn’t have thought anything out of the ordinary. But Fuji was different. He seemed similar to Ryoma in preferring his own personal space as well as respecting others. Even worse, was that his team mates, and even some of the club members were starting to notice Fuji’s partiality to the youngest Regular.
Ryoma hated being humiliated and toyed with(especially publicly). But what he hated most of all was that he couldn’t help but react to the tensai’s actions. He couldn’t ignore them like he did everyone else’s. And secretly, in a deep dark place he’d never admit to existing, he was beginning to like it. The touches and attention Fuji seemed to only bestow upon him.
Yes, lately everything was annoying the young prodigy. And it was beginning to drive him to distraction during matches. He had actually lost at practice today, and against Kawamura of all people.
That meant he hadn’t gotten the small gesture of approval from the tensai that he’d become accustomed to. And now, now, as he was trying to think and rest on his porch, playing with Karupin, that incessant clicking had begun again. His eyebrow twitched. Did his stalker really think he couldn’t hear? Idly petting Karupin, with his free hand, he surreptitiously grabbed the stray tennis ball she had been playing with. Narrowing his eyes, he chucked it at a nearby bush, seemingly the source of the clicking sounds.
There was a rustle as his intruder dodged the ball, but lost his coverage, becoming exposed to the boy he’d been watching.
Ryoma’s eyebrow quirked, but he couldn’t say he was surprised. He had suspected as much. He was a prodigy after all.
“Saa… I’ve been found out.”
“Mada mada dane, Fuji-sempai. I knew it was you all along.”
“Really?” Fuji sounded disappointed, yet his smile was positively ecstatic, “Guess I couldn’t fool you.”
“What was that infernal clicking?”
“Oh? You mean this?” Fuji smiled lightly, suddenly revealing a small camera he’d hidden away, and snapping a picture before Ryoma could react.
“Fuji--!” Ryoma yelled, but was caught off guard when a pair of soft lips gently brushed against his own. They barely touched, yet Ryoma found his body shocked into stillness.
Fuji made quick his get away, wasting no time, but before leaving he kissed Ryoma’s forehead, a hand lightly ruffling the soft strands of black hair. “Mada mada, Ryoma-kun. See you at practice tomorrow.” With that, the tensai disappeared, Ryoma left alone with Karupin whining for his attention.
When Ryoma finally realized what happened, he’d vowed Fuji would pay.
He was completely unsuspecting of what the Tensai had planned for him, and the surprise he’d get at practice the next day.
xxxx
Ryoma arrived at practice to see his sempai-tachi huddled around some kind of large black leather bound book.
He was hit with a sudden sense of forboding when Fuji’s keen blue eyes met his with a smile.
Ryoma slowly, cautiously, approached the group. The other regulars hadn’t noticed his arrival yet, for which he was glad. He stared down in growing horror as his teammates poured over what looked to be a large photo album, entirely filled with pictures… of him. Resting at home, playing on the street courts, capturing the briefest and rarest play of emotions as he felt them.
His face burned red, though whether from embarrassment or fury he couldn’t tell. He made a sickly choking gasping sound and crumpled to the floor, his blazing eyes never leaving Fuji’s smiling face.
The sudden noise alerted the other regulars to his presence and most of them backed away quickly from the book. Tezuka was blessfully absent. Oishi, Kawamura, and Kaidoh looked at him guiltily, stuttering attempted apologies or denials. Inui, disturbingly enough, continued to study the pictures, his glasses glinting in a frightening way, mumbling something about “good data”. Momo was laughing uproariously. Apparently the pictures were enough to gain his forgiveness when it was revealed Fuji was Ryoma’s ‘stalker’. Kikumaru was bouncing around excitedly, yanking him closer to the offensive album.
The energetic acrobat blabbered on excitedly about something, revealing the album’s smooth leather binding and pointing to the glittering gold letters engraved on the surface. Ryoma’s eyes finally pulled away from Fuji’s amused ones to read the neat precise letters.
THE MANY FACES OF ECHIZEN RYOMA
Ryoma saw red.
When he finally found the strength, he slowly stood and approached Fuji in a threatening prowl. His lean body all strength and grace, the golden eyes blazing, exuded a menacing aura. Even Kikumaru was silent as the confrontation reached its climax.
“Courts. Now.”
“So then, a match is it?” Fuji’s smile grew to a grin.
Ryoma just growled as an affirmative, grabbing his racquet and heading to the courts with Fuji following close behind.
xxxx
The rest of the Regulars wisely stayed back, observing the exchange nervously. The match hadn’t started yet, but the air was crackling with so much tension they could almost see it, taste it, feel it.
Before they began, Fuji moved close to Ryoma and whispered softly in his ear. “You should see my private collection. The one’s I’m not willing to share.” He briefly brushed his fingers through Ryoma’s hair, masking it as an affectionate pat on the head.
The prodigy’s face turned even redder, but his golden eyes narrowed with dark promise.
“Shall we?” Fuji asked, obviously quite pleased with himself as he watched Ryoma take position opposite him on the court.
His little kitten was baring it’s sharpened claws at him. Finally.
Now he could get somewhere with the stubborn youth. It was a start at least.
First things first, though. The match he’d been eagerly anticipating for over a month. He idly wondered if he should eat his kitten whole or toy with it some more?
Fuji himself got into position, ignoring the crowd gathering around the court. His eyes were for his kitten and no other. He wondered if he’d be able to tame it, or if he even wanted to.
Yes he lived for the thrill of this moment. Nothing could compare to it.
xxxx
Tezuka sighed as he watched the crowd gathering, hesitant how he should proceed.
“Aren’t you going to stop them?” Coach Ryuuzaki asked.
“Actually,” Tezuka paused, “I don’t think I want to know what Fuji would do if I dared.” His gaze returned to the battle on the courts, wondering again what Fuji was thinking. He decided he was better off not knowing.
“Well, just make sure they don’t injure each other too seriously. We have an important match coming up.”
Tezuka nodded. That went without saying.
The team always came first.
His eyes continued to follow the furious movements of the boy he’d chosen to replace him as Seigaku’s pillar.
Always.
xxxx
Fin
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author’s rambles:
Hah! Finished! What did you guys think? I’d really like to know how it came off. I don’t normally write humor, so am not sure if it was really amusing, or if it was just me. xD
I know it wasn’t quite as long as the last part, but I had trouble breaking it up evenly and logically, so sorry if that bothered anyone.
Is it just me or did some secret longing for Ryoma somehow get channeled into Tezuka. Totally unintentional. I swear! ^^; Thrill pair will always be my passion.
Feedback equals food for the soul
9/27/06
I seriously need some thrill pair icons. Can anyone point me in the right direction? I'm too busy to make my own right now.