Author: x.lithium PM
TezukaFuji; Tezuka and Fuji's relationship, seen in the eyes of others. Chapter Three; Oishi dearly hoped that Tezuka didn't make Fuji do math equations in bed, or something, and Ryuuzaki-sensei just thinks that this was all that damn Yamato's fault.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Tezuka K. & Fuji S. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,144 - Reviews: 66 - Favs: 35 - Follows: 38 - Updated: 07-14-09 - Published: 06-25-09 - id: 5165608
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If Prince of Tennis were mine, fluffy spoofs would jump out from Kaidoh's ears.
The first thing Echizen noticed when he saw Tezuka and Fuji, was not that they were mada mada dane (which, in itself, was quite a feat) but the strange affinity between the two of them.
At first, he had concluded that they must be doubles partners, but from Tezuka's first (and perfectly executed) serve and Fuji's effortless backhand, Echizen concluded that Tezuka was definitely not a doubles player and that Fuji was better suited to singles, as well. After much consideration, he came to the decision that they must be those rare close-friends-but-tennis-rivals people.
They were both fairly equal in level of skill, but throughout the year, Echizen saw that both buchou and tensai had been hiding their true skills. Tezuka's Tezuka Zone and Fuji's Triple (though for a tensai, he really was mada mada dane, Echizen thought, there were decidedly more than three counters that Fuji utilized) Counters had him practically salivating for that kind of strength.
But the strangest thing was still the tacit ties that held Seigaku's two strongest players together.
The way the both of them were always aware of the other's presence (despite the fact that they both managed to walk silently) and their almost intimate understanding of one another made Echizen feel quite mada mada dane. But really, it was ridiculous! As far as Echizen could count, Fuji had interpreted at least 42 different meanings from Tezuka's short and emotionless, "Ah." And Tezuka himself never failed to run away just before Fuji pulled a prank on the team or ask Fuji what was wrong, despite the fact that Fuji's smile always looked the same.
Thinking about it gave Echizen headaches.
Once, Echizen had had the misfortune of having to introduce his father to Tezuka and Fuji. Nanjiroh had decided to accompany Echizen to one of the more empty street courts, and they had stumbled upon his two teammates packing up their belongings after what Echizen assumed to be a practice match.
Echizen left his father to chat with the two of them while he followed a particularly intresting looking cat that he had seen.
Upon arriving back home, Nanjiroh threw his keys carelessly to the side and Echizen pointedly ignored him as his father hummed. "Your friends are about as straight as a circle, boy," commented his old man. "Though the shorter one is kinda cute, he could probably pass for a girl."
Now, if Echizen could only understand what his old man meant. Wait.. did his father just hit on Fuji-senpai..? Ew.
Ore-sama thought that Fuji and Tezuka were sexy. Just like a tango or some other intimate dance.
It wasn't only their looks, though the two of them were rather beautiful. Fuji's effeminate looks and foreign eyes made him a delicate kind of gorgeous. And Tezuka, with his striking russet eyes and hair that was just dark enough to contrast his pale skin set off an exotic tone. The two put together made them a nicely contrasting pair.
Once, Atobe had invited Tezuka over to his mansion for tea. Without being said, it was understood that Fuji would also come along.
Ore-sama liked to own beautiful things, so when he came back with the tea and saw Fuji seated on Tezuka's lap, the latter's hands on Fuji's thin waist and practically eating Fuji up, he wondered whether it was legal to buy people in Japan.
Of course, it was simply unacceptable for people to make out on Ore-sama's private property without his permission, so he cleared his throat loudly, walking into the room and watching in amusement as Tezuka coughed noticeably and wiped his glasses with his shirt while Fuji just smiled while sliding off of Tezuka's lap.
But really, Ore-sama liked beautiful things, but how dare they look more gorgeous than Ore-sama?
In Eiji's opinion, Tezuka and Fuji should just hurry it up and get married, nya (who cares if it isn't legal?).
Eiji also thought that Fuji was the most magical creature alive and that buchou was an iceblock when it concerned anyone other than Fuji. Much to Eiji's surprise, he had once learned that Tezuka was indeed capable of sarcasm. It had been early during morning practice and Eiji had been the only one with Tezuka in the changeroom. He had been rambling on about something at about a million words per minute and Tezuka's only reply had been, "Ah."
Pouting, Eiji had immediately glomped his (very) unwilling captain and wailed that dear buchou was just sooooo emotionless! Tezuka had rolled his eyes and responded, "It's a one syllable word, how much emotion do you want me to put into it?" This, of course, was spoken with no emotion at all.
So when Fuji stepped into the clubhouse, Eiji had decided to take matters into his own hands.
This was done by yanking Fuji's arm and pushing him into a surprised buchou. As Eiji stared wide-eyed, the buchou and tensai fell to the floor in a tumble of limbs. By the time Tezuka had regained his composture, the first thing he'd said was, "Kikumaru, twenty laps."
But of course, it was worth seeing Tezuka's red face and flustered stutterings to Fuji about how he was sorry about his hands accidentally landing on Fuji's ass.
Hm, I'll post the next chapters if you guys like this enough. (: I suffer from lack of muse.