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Electronic Love
A/N: I'm more and more in love with Shirota Yuu!!! He is SO cute!! And not to mention
Hiroki Aiba� He is an excellent dancer and
very gorgeous, too!! I just watch the musical and couldn't get my mind off them
so I'm sorry if the comment seems so random. Anyway I noticed that the number
of the reviews hadn't gone up the past three weeks and honestly I'm kind of
disappointed. But I'm in a good mood and decided to the hell with it!... I'll upload the next chapter regardless of the review
anyway! But it doesn't mean I don't care about your reviews. I still need your
comments to improve my future stories. So R&R, okay.
Disclaimer: I want to own POT and the actors.... But I can't. Because life
sucks!!
Waiting, Hoping

Fuji watched his redheaded friend curiously. Though to others, nothing seemed different or out of ordinary, Fuji easily realized that there was something unusual about his friend�s behavior. Eiji was talking excitedly and almost making no sense at all in its randomness. That was normal, Eiji spoke randomly often enough, and the only ones who usually listened and understand were Oishi and Fuji. But it was exactly the randomness that made Fuji realized there�s something odd about him.

Eiji had been talking since the first class started. He talked about his toothpaste, his latest fight with his siblings, his pets and even the teachers. But not once did he mention anything about his date with Oishi the previous night. In fact he never once mentioned Oishi at all today.

And that was weird because Oishi was usually Eiji�s favorite subject in conversation (or monologue, depending on the person around him). Also because Fuji knew how much Eiji had wanted that date in order to spend more time with his boyfriend. So the fact that Eiji didn�t mention or even avoid mentioning Oishi, was an interesting fact.

Fuji�s mind came up with many reasons why Eiji would do that. The worst possibility was that Oishi had hurt him, perhaps unintentionally, or perhaps not. Many scenarios to make Oishi pay for what he�d done occurred to Fuji (makng him eat wasabi sushi, spreading evil gossip, handing out his email and phone number to his fan girls, or the most evil yet: slipping Aozu into his drink). But first he must know what truly happened to Eiji to decide the proper punishment.

However, before he had the chance to open his mouth and ask, Eiji interrupted him with a delighted cry.

�Oishi!�

For once, Eiji managed to refrain himself from jumping Oishi right then and there. Instead, the redhead just grin as his boyfriend approached him and Fuji. Apparently nothing was wrong between the love birds, and Fuji was perhaps just being oversensitive. But all this was lost to Fuji because he couldn�t help staring at the person walking behind Oishi. Why was Tezuka here? Fuji�s heart beat faster as he smiled, first at Oishi, then at Tezuka.

�Want to have lunch together?� Oishi asked his boyfriend.

Eiji�s smile was enough to melt South Pole. �Of course! Fuji, come with us, nya!�

Fuji chuckled and shook his head. �No, I don�t think so. I don�t want to disturb you two.�

�No, you won�t disturb us! Even Tezuka is coming. Right, Tezuka?�

Fuji turned to his captain. Tezuka looked back at him, his face unreadable as always. But Fuji could sense something beneath the mask. Discomfort and hopefulness. Did that mean Tezuka expected him to accompany him?

�Come on, Fuji!�

Oishi nodded in assurance. �It�s all right.�

Finally, with a gracefully shrug, Fuji agreed. �All right. Where should we go to?�

Eiji grinned and dragged him out of their classroom. Oishi and Tezuka followed closely behind, secretly exchanging a triumphant and relieved look.

*

Eiji led them to a vacant spot under a sakura tree. The flowers hadn�t bloomed ta this time of the year, but it provided a nice atmosphere, almost romantic even. Eiji and Oishi quickly got lost in their own world, teasing and whispering to each other as they exchanged the lunches.

Fuji sat in a respective distance from them, not wanting to interrupt their intimacy. But he sat across from them, wanting to observe the work of love between his friends. Tezuka had done the same, sitting next to him. And as soon as the tall boy seated himself next to Fuji, Fuji�s heart raced.

From the corner of his eyes Fuji could see a glimpse of Tezuka�s face and his graceful movement that Fuji believed rivaled his praised triple counters. His presence overwhelmed him; he was so near yet so far from reach. Fuji was all too conscious to little things like the rise and fall of Tezuka�s chest as he breathed, the soft breathing, the soft scent of musk emanating from his body� Fuji wanted to be lost in Tezuka forever. He wanted to drown in his presence. And here, now, with Tezuka so close yet so far from him, he could dream, he allowed himself to dream. He dreamt about Tezuka�s arms around him, holding him close; about Tezuka�s hands all over him, discovering him; about Tezuka�s lips over him, possessing him �

�I heard that you�ve been receiving odd emails lately.� Tezuka suddenly said, rousing Fuji from his daydream.

Fuji hid his surprise and smiled. �Saa� It appeared to be so.� he replied breezily. He picked up something from his bento box, barely noticing what it was as he was too busy focusing on Tezuka.

Tezuka looked at Fuji closely, ignoring the burst of soft giggle from the couple before him. �Does it disturb you?�

Fuji smiled wider to hide his pain. �Don�t worry, buchou, it won�t affect my performance in tennis.�

�And what makes you think that�s the only thing I�m concerned about?�

Surprised at the annoyance in Tezuka�s voice, Fuji turned to him. He kept his smile even as Tezuka�s light frown confused him. �If not my tennis ability, what else then?�

�Do you think that�s the only way I see you as?�

�What else could I be to your eyes?�

�Fuji, you�re not just a teammate or a rival to me.�

Fuji�s heart skipped a beat. He dared to cracked his eyes open just a bit. Hazel eyes locked onto blue. The usual seriousness was present, but there was something else that stirred beneath it; annoyance, desperation and� longing?

�Then what am I to you, Tezuka?� Fuji asked. His mouth suddenly dry, his heart suddenly thundered, his smile slowly fell to unmask him�

Tezuka seemed stunned and confused. He paused then repeated his words slowly. �You�re not just a teammate or a rival.�

Fuji nodded, waiting. His breathing stopped. That moment, Tezuka was his universe.

�Fuji, I��

�Fujiko!� Suddenly a very loud cry split the air. �Oishi is so mean, nya!�

Eiji flung himself over Fuji, making it impossible for the brunette to not get involved and amend the lovers. Not just teammate and friend? What was he to Tezuka? What was Tezuka going to say? Could it be� No! But then what�?

Out of Fuji�s sight Tezuka glanced at Eiji and nodded slightly in gratefulness and relief.

*

Tezuka never knew that waiting could make
you fell this nervous. Not once, not even in when he was about to play Atobe had Tezuka felt like he
wanted to flee from a situation this badly. But now waiting in this small
restaurant, waiting for Yumiko to arrive, he couldn�t help but wanting to bolt
out of the place.

He sat tensely, a textbook laid open
in front of him. Hi tried to appear normal by all accounts but failed
miserably. Every now and then he would glance out of the window, clearly
distracted. He could only find comfort in conjuring up ways to murder a group
of girls staring at him and giggling madly a few tables away from him.

Perhaps his friends were right and
he did get a kick from seeing (or imagining) others� sufferings. Making his
teammates run laps indeed relieve some of his stress. But this stress were
usually caused by said teammates own mistakes and trouble so he didn�t really
make them run laps for the sheer fun of it but merely to remind them the
consequences of annoying the captain.

The moment one of the girls gathered
enough courage and stood up from her chair, the bell on top of the restaurant�s
door clinked to signal the coming of a new customer. As he had done half a
dozen times before, Tezuka glanced to the door. This
time he was right. Eiji was ushering Yumiko into the
restaurant. Tezuka immediately stood up to get their
attentions and avoid the girl�s attempt to approach him. Eiji
saw him and pointed to him and led Yumiko to Tezuka�s
table. From the corner of his eyes Tezuka saw the
girl sat back in disappointment and couldn�t help but fell relieved.

�It�s him. He wants to talk to you.�
Eiji said to Yumiko. Then he smiled to Tezuka encouragingly and left.

Tezuka waited until Yumiko sat before
reclaiming his seat. The waitress came to take their orders and after taking
the orders, left them to talk.

�So, Tezuka-kun,
you want to talk to me?� Yumiko began conversationally but the searching look
on her blue eyes made Tezuka panic just the slightest
bit. He wondered if he had made a mistake.

�Yes.� He answered.

�I thought it were Eiji who wants to speak to me. He implied there�s something
he wants to discuss about Shuusuke to me.�

�There is something I�d like to
discuss about Fuji.�

Yumiko stilled. Her sharp blue eyes
pierced into Tezuka�s hazel eyes. She leaned back on
her seat and said with the kind of deadly calmness Fuji sometimes used when displeased. �And it
is��

�I�m not sure if you�ve heard, but
you probably have. Your brother has been receiving mysterious emails this past
two weeks.� Tezuka said softly.

�Aa. I know. There�s nothing to be worried about, though. From what I can
tell, he is enjoying those emails.�

Enjoying? Did Fuji see this as a game? Tezuka
pushed the worry away for the time being. �It�s the sender of those letters
that I want to talk about.�

�Prince Charming?� Do you know him, Tezuka-kun?� Yumiko asked. Curiosity and excitement lighted
her eyes.

�Yes. I am Prince Charming.�

Yumiko blinked blankly and then
shook her head. �I�m sorry but can you say it again? I don�t think I heard
correctly.�

�I am Prince Charming.�

Yumiko closed her eyes to process
the information. Then she laughed softly. �I�m sorry, Tezuka-kun,
but you don�t strike me as someone who would��

�Send love letters with rose in Fuji�s shoe locker? Put a
box of chocolate with a poem under sakura tree?� When
Yumiko failed to say anything, Tezuka drew out
several papers from his bag. �They are the poems I sent Fuji and his replies. Do you recognize them?�

Yumiko read the poems slowly, still
in disbelieve. She recognized Fuji�s
poems and the ones from Prince Charming Fuji showed her. But the most important
thing was that the poem wasn�t the only thing that got printed. On the corner
where the user�s name was displayed was a very familiar nickname: Prince
Charming.

�Do you believe me now?�

�Aa. But I don�t think you called me here just to tell me this.�

�You�re right. I�m here to ask for
your help.�

Yumiko looked up from the papers
curiously. Tezuka steeled himself to explain. �I�ve
asked him to meet me.�

�Yes. This
weekend.� Yumiko acknowledged the information.

�I and my friends decided that we
couldn�t do it on our won, so we decided to ask for your help.�

�Your friends?�

�Oishi, Inui, Kaido, and Eiji.�

Yumiko nodded to show that she
recognized them. �What kind of help?�

�Decorating the
house. We think
it needs a romantic touch we can�t provide.�

Yumiko hummed thoughtfully then
suddenly leaned forward to Tezuka. Her face was
serious as she looked straight into Tezuka�s eyes.
�But first, I want to ask you something. Why do you do all this?�

Tezuka didn�t hesitate to answer. He never
blinked as he answered Yumiko�s question. �I love him.�

�Are your sure?�

�I love Fuji Shuusuke.�

�Even though he is
a male?�

�Yes.�

�Why do you love him?�

Tezuka paused and shook his head. �I don�t
know.�

�Because he is hot
and sexually attractive?�

�Yes.� He admitted. �Those are some
of the reasons. But most of all I love him because he is Fuji Shuusuke.�

�You�ve known him for about three
years. You know that his character is far from flawless.�

Tezuka nodded. �I know. I love him as he is.
I love his talents, beauty and intelligence, but I also love his flaws. I never
expect him to be perfect.�

�You really love him.� Yumiko posed
it as both a question and a statement.

�I do. I love him with all my
heart.�

Yumiko stared at Tezuka
some more. Then finally she leaned beck with a satisfied smile. �I�m glad I
won�t have to entrust my brother to a stranger who could�ve been a sexual
predator.�

�Nee-san��

�I�ll help you. Just promise me
you�ll treat Shuusuke right even if he rejects you.�
Not that she thought it�d ever happen. But from what she heard from her brother
and from the way Tezuka acted, she had very strong
notion that the two love birds hadn�t realized that their feelings for each
other weren�t unreciprocated.

Tezuka�s lips twitched slightly. �Yes, nee-san.�

�So what have you prepared?�

Suddenly Tezuka
realized that he hadn�t prepared anything at all. All he had were concepts and
theories and he planned to invite Fuji
this weekend? He only had two days to prepare everything. Was it even enough
time? Tezuka mentally cursed himself for rushing into
making decision. He hadn�t really calculated the time and just assumed that he
could do everything within a span of five days. Where was the careful
calculation that made him the captain of the tennis team twice? Tezuka shook his head hesitantly.

�Nothing?� Yumiko asked in surprise. �Weekend
is only two days away and you haven�t prepared anything?�

Tezuka cleared his throat but didn�t try
to defend himself there. He knew he was at fault. He should�ve prepared things
earlier, though it wasn�t really his fault that he had spent most of his saving
for the dinner and was now left with a little more than half of his original
saving amount.

�I never thought you could be so reckless.
From what I heard you are a responsible person. �Yumiko admonished him. Then
she sighed dramatically as if in exasperation. Tezuka
recognized this technique from Fuji
who some times did it to tease him about his responsibility and dedication as a
captain. True enough, Yumiko looked up to him and smiled. �We should hurry up
then. Show me the house.�

*

Tezuka�s head was still spinning with
anxiety during morning practice the next day. He had taken Yumiko to the house
the previous night. They entered the house with the key Inui had given him and
immediately checked the place.

Yumiko was very excited to the point
of being ecstatic. Just a few minutes in the house and she already made a long
list of decorative items to buy. Tezuka quickly told
her that he didn�t have much money left to buy them when he saw the number of
the items she wanted to buy. But the young woman would have none of it.

�Tezuka-kun,
I�ll do anything to make Shuusuke happy. And a dull,
not-romantically-decorated house will not make him happy. I�ll pay for them.�

Once they solved hat, Tezuka merely let her put whatever she wished onto the
list. He listened quietly as she read the list and only spoke to tell her that
they could borrow the sheets, pillow cases and such things from Kaido�s uncle. She was so glad to hear that piece of
information and put more to the list.

Honestly Tezuka
was still unsure whether Yumiko�s excitement was good or not. It certainly
wasn�t good hen she drove him home last night. Her excitement had apparently
impaired her driving skill because Tezuka was sure
the red lights tailing behind them last night weren�t mobile Christmas tree.
But Yumiko said that she had a night shift today and was going to prepare the
house during the day. Tezuka, Inui, Kaido, Oishi and Ryoma had agreed to come after tennis practice to help.

Tezuka was so engrossed in planning his
activity that he didn�t realize Fuji
had come to stand next to him on the courtside. When he realized this, Tezuka couldn�t help but feel a bit worried. Had Fuji found out? Tezuka didn�t dare acknowledging his friend�s presence
verbally in fear of the slip of tongue. Besides, he knew that Fuji knew from experience that Tezuka was always aware of others� presences around him.

�Horio has
gotten better, ne? Do you think he�ll make it as a
regular to replace us?� Fuji
began conversationally.

Tezuka didn�t respond to this because he
knew that it was only the beginning of something more serious. Again, fear
gripped his heart. Had his cover been bluffed just a day before the promised
day?

�Do you think he and Ryoma will ever b rival? Like, perhaps, you and me?�

�Maybe.� Tezuka
answered quietly.

�But what was it that you said about
our rivalry, Tezuka? You haven�t finished what you
said yesterday.�

Tezuka blinked but didn�t answer. He had
almost admitted his feelings to Fuji
yesterday. He was thankful of Oishi and Eiji�s presences yesterday. They managed to distract Fuji and prevent him from
asking Tezuka further. But now there was no one
around to help Tezuka out of the situation. Thye were all busy practicing on the courts and couldn�t
simply abandon their matches in favor of helping him. Tezuka
knew he was a lousy liar and wouldn�t even dream of lying to Fuji, the tensai.
But how should he answer his question now?

�Hmm. Tezuka?� Fuji
implored softly.

�We are not just teammates and
rivals.� Tezuka repeated his words from yesterday.

�Then what are we?�

Finally Tezuka
turned to Fuji.
He saw that Fuji
was facing him, looking at him closely with his beautiful blue eyes. Tezuka saw curiosity in those eyes and also something else
that both darkened and lightened Fuji�s
eyes. Was it affection? Tezuka hoped so.

�Fuji.� He began softly. Fuji�s blue eyes sucked up his whole universe
until there were only the two of them. Tezuka tried
not to glance down to Fuji�s
pink lips but failed. He wondered how they�d taste like when he plundered them.
Would they be as sweet as they looked? Would they resist him? Would they yield
under the pressure of his own lips? Did he really have
to wait until tomorrow to find out? �We��

�Buchou, Ryuzaki-sensei wants to talk to you.�

Both teens turned to see Echizen smirk his infamous smirk behind them. Fuji swallowed thickly
when he saw how Tezuka immediately took a step back,
but still he forced himself to smile to Tezuka. His
hands were clenched tightly into fists on his side as he spoke to Tezuka. �Seems like duty calls.� He tried to joke.

Tezuka nodded slightly. �Excuse me.�

Fuji turned back to the courts once Tezuka left. Grief and jealousy gripped his heart tightly.
His eyes stung with unshed tears. Just as he wished Ryoma
would leave him with his misery, the freshman came to stand beside him. Fuji held back his tears
and sadness and smiled emptily.

�So� just out of curiosity, what
were you talking about with buchou?� Ryoma asked.

Of course he�d want to know about
their earlier conversation. Fuji
bit his tongue against crying. He told himself not to hurt Ryoma.
He told himself that strangling Ryoma would be so out
of character of him. He told himself that there was Prince Charming waiting for
him tomorrow. But the dark force of jealousy combined with his inner sadist
won. He was going to let Ryoma have a taste of Fuji�s source of pain,
jealousy.

�Nothing much.� Fuji said with his usual mysterious smile. �I
asked Tezuka to finish what he tried to say
yesterday.�

�And what did he say to you, senpai?�

�That for him I�m not just a rival
and a teammate.�

�And you believe in him? Ryoma asked with a smirk. Now Fuji knew for sure that Ryoma
had at least a suspicion that he had hidden feeling toward their captain.

�Tezuka
never lies.�

Ryoma shrugged indifferently. �Well, I do
suppose that you two are best friends�

Fuji tensed slightly beside the freshman.
Before he could come up with a reply, however, he heard a shout from the court.

�C�mon, Echizen! It�s time for our match!� Momoshiro shouted.

Ryoma pulled his cap down slightly. �Senpai.� He excused himself.

Fuji watched his junior leave. His eyes
opened and his smile crumbled. Best friend. So that�s what Tezuka
tried to tell him. Best friend. Of course. They were
best friends�

Fuji closed his eyes tightly. He
couldn�t deny his disappointment and sadness. He couldn�t deny feeling lost
when he heard that. But in the long dark tunnel of despair he was in, he saw
one glimpse of light in the end. Prince Charming.

^_^

A/N:
Ryoma seems a bit evil here but he just wants to keep
the suspense going. R&R, minna-san!
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