Last chapter peoples! I hope you've enjoyed this story, and please comment on what you think! Anyway, I'm in the middle of making another AtobexFuji fic, and I'm also working on ABCE, and a few other small things. I started watching/reading Death Note too, so I may attempt a fic for that. Anyways, please enjoy this last chappie!

Summary: After many years of no contact, Fuji and Atobe meet again. But the tensai won't get any forgiveness for his actions as a teenager, not from Atobe at least. Their daughter is more than willing to get to know her mother though.

Pairing: AtobexFuji. Mention of Golden Pair.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.

What Once Was

Chapter 4

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(One Week Later)

Fuji didn't know what bad food he'd eaten, but after throwing up for the third time in one day he was beginning to get curious. He had eaten quite a bit of leftovers in the last week, but they'd all smelled fresh, and Miyoko wasn't feeling bad. Had he caught something maybe? But none of Miyoko's schoolmates were sick, and Eiji and Oishi seemed fine. What else could it be?

"Fujiko, are you still sick?" Eiji asked worriedly from the other side of the bathroom door. "Should I make you tea or something?"

"No, I'll be fine. I think I just-"

There was a long pause, but Eiji didn't hear any puking. "Just what?" He wondered curiously when the sentence wasn't finished.

"Eiji, come in here!"

Fuji frantically unlocked the bathroom door and yanked his friend in with him. He'd figured out why he hadn't been feeling well, but he wanted proof, just in case. He needed to know for sure, because if he was right, he was going to be facing a problem bigger than when he'd left Miyoko and Atobe behind. Oh gods, Atobe.

"Eiji, I need you to do something for me." He said, while his hands nervously squeezed the redhead's shirt sleeves.

"Sure Fujiko. What is it?"

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"So? What does it say?"

Fuji wrung his hands together. He didn't want to hear Eiji's answer, but at the same time he couldn't stand not knowing. He had to know, especially with Atobe's wedding only a week away. If the tensai was in fact in the predicament he thought he was, then Atobe would need to know too; and he'd probably prefer to have the information before he and Yumi-chan were officially wed.

"Um... Fujiko, I don't know how to tell you this..."

He sighed sadly. "Then don't. I know what it says."

"Do you know who?"

The brunette lowered his head. "Nn, but I don't want to tell you. Not yet."

"Oh. Well, that's alright." Eiji said. "It's none of my business, really." He tossed the object he'd been holding into the kitchen trash. "Now that we know, do you want me to cook you something? You need to make sure you're eating good in your situation. Or maybe I could get you some tea?"

"No, I'll be fine." Fuji responded. "Anyway, you should go home now. I'm sure Oishi wants to spend some time with you. I'm just going to go to bed. I'm kind of tired, and there's not really anything to do since Miyoko's asleep."

"If that's what you want Fujiko. Good luck."

Syuusuke collapsed onto his bed once Eiji was gone. He didn't know what to do. Obviously, he had to call Atobe and tell him the news, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. What if the heir thought he was lying, just to get attention and possibly stop the wedding? Or what if he got upset and decided to start another fight? The last thing Fuji needed at the moment was more conflict, and he was sure to get plenty of it if Yumi-chan was somehow able to find out.

So, he wouldn't do it over the phone. He'd wait until he could speak to Atobe directly, face to face, alone. The only problem was, when would they have the time for that? Keigo had just been so busy lately.

And what about Miyoko? They'd have to tell her too, which meant they needed to inform her of everything that happened to them in the past two months (without going into too much detail though). Hopefully she wouldn't be too upset by what they'd done.

Fuji's hand reached out, and found his daughter's soft brown hair. She shifted in her sleep, and snuggled in close beside him, her small fingers squeezing his shirt. He smiled, wrapping his arm around her body before he too let himself succumb to his dreams.

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(One Week Later)

Atobe examined himself in the mirror. He had to admit, he looked quite good. Then again, he always did. But a wedding tux definitely fit him. Too bad he'd only get to wear it once.

Just as he was about to finish with his tie, someone knocked softly at the door. He figured it was his father coming to check on him, and hurry him along, so he invited him in. But as the door swung open, he was quite surprised to see it was Fuji.

He looked sick. There were bags under his eyes, and his skin was paler than usual. He looked like he'd just thrown up a month's worth of food too, with how unhealthily thin he looked. It was the worst Atobe had ever seen him, and it was a little scary.

"Syuusuke? What are you doing here?" The heir asked. "I thought you said you couldn't come?"

"I know. I wasn't planning on it... but I have to tell you something."

Atobe felt nervous. What was Fuji about to do? He hoped it wouldn't be anything drastic. If he was planning on harming either of them, then Atobe wouldn't be able to live with himself. He would've been the one to drive the tensai to insanity, so he'd only put the blame on himself. But why would he make such a rash assumption? Fuji wasn't the type of person to just snap like that. No, there must be a better reason for his presence.

"Keigo... I-I'm pregnant." He confessed. "And don't bother asking whether it's yours or not. We both know it is."


The heir collapsed into a nearby chair, his hand over his mouth. Was the world trying to send them to a mental institution? Because they were growing closer and closer to the line every time they saw each other.

"I know." Fuji mumbled, heading in the direction of Atobe's voice. "It just never ends, does it? It's like someone wants to make things more complicated for us."

"Ah." Keigo nodded, as he guided the brunette to a seat beside his own. "But I suppose it's our own fault. We can't blame it on anyone else."

"If only it were that easy."

"Nn. So, how far along are you?"

"I haven't been to a doctor yet, so I'm not too sure. If I had to guess though, I'd say we conceived the first time you came over. That would make me about... five weeks, I think."

"No wonder you look so ill. I remember when you were pregnant with Miyoko, you had to be hospitalized from throwing up so much during the morning sickness. I'm sure that it's been just as bad this time around, so take good care of yourself. Make sure you're eating enough, and get to a doctor as soon as possible for any vitamins or tests you might need. I'll pay for everything."

"You don't have to do that. My insurance will take care of the payments."

"But you'll be receiving standard treatment. You and our children deserve better than that. So I'm sending you to the doctor you had when you were pregnant before. I do have a say in what happens since I'm the father, and my say is that I'm paying for everything. You can make whatever choices you want, but it will be with my money."

"Alright, fine."

They were interrupted by a third person entering the room, and Keigo's muttering of 'father' told Fuji exactly who stood before them. The old man glared at the tensai, whose gaze focused on his feet, before he turned to his son with an angered look.

"What is he doing here?" He asked.

"Father, don't talk like that. Syuusuke is a good person."

"Did you forget what he did to you and my granddaughter? I'd hardly say he's a good person!"

"Atobe-san, I'm really sorry for what I did." Fuji said, getting to his feet. "I didn't mean to trouble your family, and I sorely apologize for the way I treated Keigo and Miyoko. I don't expect you to forgive me, but I just wanted you to know that I regret what I did, and I'd do anything to take it back." He bowed low to the elder Atobe, but Keigo pulled him back upright again.

"You don't have to apologize to him, Syuusuke. It wasn't any of his business. He may be my father, but what you did was between us. He and my mother had a right to dislike you, but they shouldn't be acting like this. They hardly knew who you were then, and they certainly don't know who you are now. They have no reason to judge you."

Atobe-san sent his son a pissed look. How dare he speak to him that way? He was speaking to his father, not some friend. He needed to show some more respect. But the discipline would have to come later. Right now, it was time for Keigo to get married, to someone other than the person his parents loathed. In other words, Fuji had to go.

"The reason I came in here, Keigo, is because it's time. You had better go now, or Yumi-chan will be sorely upset, and she'll have every right to be."

"Oh, I'll just go then." Fuji said. "I shouldn't be here anyways."

"Let me walk you out, then." Atobe offered as he took hold of the tensai's hand. "This building has a pretty complicated layout."


"Father, in case you didn't know, Syuusuke is blind. I would like him to get to the door without any problems, so Yumi-chan can wait until I'm sure he's found his way."

"You didn't have to act like that, you know." Fuji whispered as they stepped into the hallway. "He is your father. You should take his side over mine."

"Nonsense Syuusuke. You know I'll choose you over anyone else." He paused. "You know what I mean." He mumbled, as he realized the contradiction to his words.

"I do." The brunette smiled. "Thank you."

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Yumi-chan stood in front of him, in her expensive dress, speaking her half of the vows. Atobe wasn't really focusing on her though, because all he could think about was Fuji.

So many things had happened in the last two months, both good and bad, to the point where Keigo wasn't sure anymore. Did he really want to be with Yumi-chan? There were no real advantages, other than the fact that it got his parents off his back. And why would he choose her to be Miyoko's mother when she already had one?

Despite the past, Fuji was a lot better at being a parent than Yumi-chan, and he was even a better lover. He actually loved Atobe and Miyoko, whereas Yumi-chan just loved money and fame.

So why were things ending this way? Why had he denied what should've been all this time? Why hadn't he just dumped Yumi-chan, and taken Fuji back instead, like the three of them wanted? And now that he knew the tensai was pregnant, there was an even bigger reason for him to just leave Yumi-chan standing there and go find the person he really loved, really wanted to be with.

He had to do it. He couldn't marry someone he didn't love, and he knew he wouldn't just forget his feelings for Fuji as more time passed. Why, when they were so in love, did they deny themselves the chance to be together? It was so obvious that it was what they wanted. Who cares what happened in the past? It didn't matter to him anymore; he wanted his Fuji Syuusuke back.

"Atobe Keigo-san?"

Atobe was drawn from his thoughts to find the minister, Yumi-chan, and a room full of guests staring at him. Yumi-chan looked worried; she could sense that he was reconsidering his choice. Her eyes filled with tears, and she stomped her foot angrily against the floor.

"No! No, you were supposed to want me! You're marrying me! You can't leave me for that whore! Kei-san!"

She yanked on the fabric of his tux, trying to shake her logic into him, but he merely pulled her back. His eyes looked out to the crowd, and found Miyoko sitting in the front row. She had a small smile on her face, and nodded her approval to him before she jumped up from her seat and ran for the door.

Atobe planned to follow her, but he couldn't just walk away. He owed everyone a little explanation. "I'm sorry, Yumi-chan." He said. "But I can't marry you."

"No!" She screamed. "No, you have to!"

"I can't though. I've cheated on you, multiple times, with the man I love. And in eight months, I'm going to be a father again, but you won't be the one giving birth."

"You cheated on me with that little slut? And you got him pregnant again?" Yumi-chan fell to her knees. "Why? I was supposed to be Atobe Yumi! Why did you have to pick him?" She was sobbing uncontrollably, and her hands angrily ripped at her dress, but Atobe didn't care; he had a beautiful, loving, pregnant brunette to look for.

He stepped down from the altar, shedding his tie and jacket in the process, before he ran after Miyoko. She was waiting at the building entrance, and held the doors open for him as he stepped outside onto the steps.

At the bottom of the flight, sitting with his head in his hands, was Fuji. His honey-colored hair blew gently in the wind, and his cornflower eyes stared straight ahead at the parking lot, although he couldn't see it. It was clear he felt alone and miserable, but little did he know his life was about to get a whole lot better.

"Syuusuke!" Atobe shouted as he began his descent down.

The sudden noise caused the tensai to jump to his feet, and he looked curiously towards the origin of the sound. Atobe's footsteps rapidly approached him, but before he had the chance to respond, he was wrapped up in the heir's arms, and their lips were pressed together.

He couldn't believe it. Atobe had chosen him over Yumi-chan; the heir had just thrown their agreement to move on out the window, and decided to take him back. And now they were practically making-out next to the parking lot; it was the most wonderful feeling ever.

Miyoko had appeared at their feet, jumping and cheering happily until Atobe picked her up and kissed her cheek. Then he and Fuji went right back to locking lips; they even got a little tongue in before they were interrupted by the sounds of gasps and shouts.

The wedding guests had gathered at the top of the steps, and most of them looked less than happy, especially Keigo's parents; they just looked utterly pissed off. But that only made the heir pull Fuji closer as they faced the crowd.

"Father, Mother, everyone..." He announced. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I couldn't deny myself any longer. I love Syuusuke, so that's who I'm going to be with."

"But Keigo! Why would you want him after what he did?" His mother cried. "Do you really want to risk it?"

"Syuusuke isn't like that anymore. He loves Miyoko, and won't be leaving her any time soon. And I must say he's become a very responsible parent. So, I've given him a second chance. I highly doubt he'll need any more after this."

"But the wedding! Are you just going to walk away after all the time and money we put into it?" Atobe-san shouted.

"Ah. It was a complete waste, but I'd rather it be that, than a life without Syuusuke and a family with him."

Atobe kissed the tensai's forehead, and hugged both him and their daughter tightly, while many of the other Atobes sobbed and cursed behind him. He didn't care in the least though, and ignored every last one of them as he led his family of three (going on four) into his car to take them home.

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(Two Years Later)

Fuji turned his head up when he heard his sister call his name, and before he even had the chance to offer his son out to her, she'd already snatched him away and began cooing. He was used to that sort of thing happening whenever he and Atobe had company, so it wasn't a bother that Yumiko had stolen Masahiro away without so much as a 'hi' to the tensai beforehand. He was a little grateful though, because his arms were now free for hugging his other relatives without fear of upsetting or hurting the baby.

He went through them in the order of their entrance through the door: his mother, then his father, Yumiko's husband, Yuuta's girlfriend; and after a slight pause, Yuuta himself. He held onto his aniki a little longer than the others had, and he even kissed Syuusuke's soft hair before making his way down the hall to the greatroom for a drink and some snacks.

A few more minutes and Oishi and Eiji were stepping through the door. The redhead cuddled his three month old son to his chest, and carefully removed their jackets while Oishi placed the car seat and baby bag off to one side like Fuji had instructed him to do. The two guests removed their shoes, gave Fuji a hug like the others, then found their way to the great room to join the party.

One by one, for the next half an hour, old friends and their families poured through the front door, each greeting the tensai with a hug or a handshake, accompanied by questions how him and his family were doing. He smiled to all of them and truthfully answered that he, Atobe, Miyoko and Masahiro were healthy and happy, as would be seen once they were spotted in amongst the crowd.

The last to arrive were Atobe's parents, and they carried a gift for each of their granchildren with them. Atobe-san tried to stand stoic as Fuji held out his arms for the old man, but he had to give in when his son stepped up and brought the three of them into the embrace. The heir's mother came next, and after their jackets were taken, they went off in search of Miyoko and Masahiro to give them their presents.

Keigo motioned for a butler to close the door for him as he pulled Fuji's body against his and kissed his soft lips. Two amazingly wonderful years had passed and they were still as in love as they were back in middle school. Every chance they got they were together, usually doing something with Miyoko and Masahiro, and each day they found themselves loving their life even more. They never grew tired of one another, and fighting was almost non-existent in the house, to the point where people began to question just how faithful they were to their relationship.

But they weren't cheating. No, they were just that happy together. Maybe it was from those seven long years of torture without each other, or maybe the word soulmate wasn't as mythical as they'd once believed. It only seemed to get better with time, and they were grateful for it, because that meant Miyoko and Masahiro wouldn't have to grow up in a broken home. They'd live in a place where they recieved and witnessed affection as much as possible, from and between both of their parents; it would definitely help them emotionally in the long run.

Fuji kissed his lover back, with as much passion and love as he could muster. Their tongues met, Atobe's hands roamed, their bodies molded, and they grew hot at the idea of having sex with each other (even though they'd already done it three times that day). Although making-out was perfectly fine, Fuji was easily turned on, and once he was, it was hard for Atobe to resist and deny him relief.

Fingers trailed up Syuusuke's back from beneath his sweater, teasing his sensitive and soft skin until he was just barely whining for the taunting to stop. He repositioned one of the heir's hands at his nipple, and used only his bright blue eyes to beg for more. When Atobe's nails pinched at his nub, he felt his knees go weak, and he moaned in satisfaction. Their mouths pressed back together, and Fuji was suddenly pushed against the wall, Atobe's knee pressing into his crotch.

"Eh? What's going on here?" Came a loud shout from down the hall. Eiji stood, with all the guests behind him, staring at the couple. He had a wide grin on his face, as did most of their other friends, and Fuji couldn't help but look away in embarrassment as he laughed along with the others.

"This is supposed to be a Christmas party, not a make-out party!" Mukahi shouted. He had to use Oshitari for balance because he was laughing so hard.

"I think we've been caught." Atobe whispered amusedly to his lover, forcing Fuji to bury his face in the heir's shirt to hide just how red his face had become.

"Maybe we should leave and let them finish." Yukimura giggled.

"Or maybe we should just avoid their bedroom for a while!" Marui called.

Atobe's shook his head with a smile. "Alright, that's enough. There are children here." He turned back to the flushed tensai and kissed his hair. "I think it's time we got back to the party, Syuusuke."

"Nn." Fuji nodded against his shoulder. "Now that we've been embarrassed in front of everyone."

Atobe gently took his hand, leading him back down the hallway, and into the great room with everyone else. Masahiro was placed back into his arms, Miyoko clung to his side, and Atobe held onto him, ready to never let go.

He wouldn't want it any other way.

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The End!

Hope ya'll liked it! I think it's one of the best fanfics I've ever written, so I'm very proud of it. The ending could've been a little better, but overall, I think I did pretty good.

Anyway, thank you for reading. I love all ya'll!