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Beautiful Day	By : Pixxit Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 955 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~Chapter Two~

Gomen, Buchou

Kawamura could hear the activity on the courts even before
the chain link fence came into view. He
smiled a little, hefting the bag that held his new racket and finding that the
weight at his back felt natural, somehow � as though he�d always carried it.

As far as Kawamura was concerned, the weather couldn�t have
been more perfect; the slight breeze and warm sunshine buoyed his spirit. He realized that just being outdoors was one
more reason to prefer tennis over karate and, regardless of the lingering
apprehension at the prospect of starting all over; he hadn�t felt a moment�s
regret concerning his decision.

There were freshmen on the court, scurrying this way and
that under the direction of one of the second-years. Kawamura didn�t know the boy�s name, but his
face was familiar. Fortunately, he was
acquainted with almost all of Seigaku�s members, even if he�d never been overly
friendly with them. He realized that this
opportunity to get to know his classmates better � to get to know them as
teammates and comrades � was a positive thing.
For so long, all he�d known was karate, his family and Jin. Having the neighborhood bully as a friend was
certainly not conducive to social acceptance and, though Kawamura was all neutral
politeness, not many people outside of school had expressed an interest in
getting to know him on a more personal level.
Being involved in a sport so closely associated with the school was
going to change all that.

Oishi Shuuichirou was the first to spot Kawamura and, as he
lifted a hand in greeting to Seigaku�s newest aspirant, several of those
closest to him turned to see what had garnered their fukubuchou�s
attention. Kawamura waved back shyly and
hunched his shoulders, unaccustomed to such scrutiny. The team�s curiosity was open, friendly, not
at all the sort of attention that Kawamura would ever consider objectionable,
but it made him feel uncertain and bashful, all the same.

Scanning the somewhat familiar faces over the hedges that
lined the courts, Kawamura was embarrassed to realize that he�d been hoping to
catch a glimpse of Fuji. Perhaps he didn�t come to practice this
early, or perhaps he was still getting changed or perhaps�

Kawamura smiled, ducking his head to hide his expression of
amusement, lest the group mistake his self-deprecation for rudeness and think
he was laughing at them. When he reached the entrance, looking up only
enough to slide the catch and open the gate, he inhaled quickly, blood rushing
to his cheeks in immediate surprise as he locked eyes with Fuji Shuusuke.

�Ahh�Fuji-kun,� he stammered, wondering if he would ever be
comfortable enough around this boy to prevent his making a complete ass of
himself.

Fuji
only smiled, his fingers grazing Kawamura�s as he swung the latch and opened
the door. Stepping back, he waved a
graceful hand toward the courts. �Hello,
Taka-san. I�m glad that you could make
it today.�

Kawamura startled as the door banged against the latch
behind him and he spun around, flustered, to properly close the door. �Gomen.�

Fuji
did not laugh, but Kawamura distinctly heard a few muffled giggles behind him
before he turned and offered a hesitant smile to the group. Invariably, though, he found his gaze
drifting back to Fuji. �I suppose I should tell you now that I can
be a little clumsy, at times.�

Fuji
patted Kawamura�s shoulder and began leading him toward the others. �That�s quite all right, Taka-san, you�re in
good company. Kikumaru tripped and fell
into the net not five minutes ago, ne, Eiji?�

The redhead, whom Kawamura had seen around school and was
familiar with, wrinkled his nose and planted his hands on his hips. �Hoi, Fuji. That�s not nice.� He glared at Fuji until his focus shifted to Oishi, who
was doing his best to hide his amusement behind the palm of his hand. �Oishi, are you laughing at me?� he demanded
hotly.

Kawamura�s eyes widened as he waited to see if Kikumaru
would be reprimanded for his impertinence.
Regardless of the fact that Oishi had not been fukubuchou very long, and
despite his innate patience and kindness, Kawamura felt sure that a certain
level of respect should be observed in front of the younger club members, at
the very least.

He was surprised when laughter broke out among the others
and Oishi gripped Kikumaru�s shoulder and squeezed. �Of course not, Eiji! I was laughing with you.�

Kikumaru hmphed and hooked an arm around Oishi�s neck,
rubbing his head with his knuckles. He
began to giggle, clearly not concerned with how this must appear to the kouhai
that looked on in amusement. �I
wasn�t laughing, Oishi! I�ll make you
pay for laughing at me, nya!�

Kawamura watched Oishi try to squirm his way out of
Kikumaru�s hold and didn�t realize that he was smiling until he felt Fuji�s breath against his
ear, immediately aware of the shorter boy�s proximity. �You�ll get used to it, Taka-san. Our Golden Pair are in a world all their own,
sometimes.�

Kawamura nodded slowly, tensing minutely. If he turned his head, his lips would be
inches from Fuji�s. Kawamura began to sweat. Covering his nervousness as well as he was
able, he laughed quietly and rubbed the back of his neck. �Ah � I�ll try to keep that in mind,
Fuji-kun.�

There was a bit of nervous scuffling and throat clearing and
Fuji stepped
away, hands clasped behind his back as he turned his smile on whoever was
approaching. Kikumaru released Oishi,
the freshman began organizing equipment, there was a faint �fssshuuuu� to
Kawamura�s right.

�Tezuka. You�re
late.� Perfectly pleasant and delivered
with the absolute sweetest smile imaginable, Fuji canted his head and simply observed his
buchou while the rest of the team collectively held their breath.

Kawamura turned, took in the sight of Tezuka Kunimitsu, as
forbidding and stoic as any a teenaged boy Kawamura had ever laid eyes on and
wondered if Fuji
made it a habit of baiting their captain under a guise of benign humor. Tezuka swept Fuji with a disinterested glance and focused
instead on Kawamura. �You�re here to try
out?�

Kawamura nodded, lifting his chin a bit. He would give Tezuka the respect that was due
him, but he would not allow himself to be cowed by anyone � whether they
expected it or not. �Yes. My name is��

Tezuka nodded.
�Kawamura Takashi. I�d heard that
you might be interested in joining us.�

Kawamura blinked. He
had one class with Tezuka and had not had the opportunity to engage him in
conversation even once. Not that he
would have, truthfully; Seigaku�s captain did not seem to invite idle chatter. �I know I�m a little late in trying out, but
I think I�d be a good addition to the team.�

Tezuka crossed his arms over his chest, regarded Kawamura
impassively. �Oh? You�ve played before?�

Kawamura smiled sheepishly.
�Probably not according to your standards, Buchou. I�ve played casually � street courts and
such.�

One of the freshman, all spiky black hair and big, violet
eyes, spoke up. �I�ve seen him, Buchou �
he�s a powerhouse! Can I play him?�

�Shut up, you idiot.
No one is talking to you.� A
dark-haired, scowling boy hissed.

The spiky haired boy tossed a tennis ball aside and turned
on the boy who�d provoked him. �Who are
you calling an idiot, idiot? You wanna
start something, mamushi, huh?�

Before Kawamura could wrap his mind around the fact that
these two freshmen were fighting on the court in front of the captain, Tezuka spoke up.
His voice was quiet but carried well and his tone brooked no
argument. �That�s enough. Momoshiro, Kaidoh. Ten laps.�

Shoving the spiky-haired boy out of his way as he began to
jog toward the gate, the shorter boy nodded to Tezuka on the way out. �Gomen, Buchou.�

Tezuka watched him go and then turned to the other boy. �Momoshiro?�

The spiky-haired boy bowed and took off after his teammate,
grumbling under his breath.

Tezuka turned his attention back to Kawamura, expression
unchanged. �So you have experience. Do you feel comfortable playing one of our
regulars?�

Kawamura nodded eagerly.
�Hai.�

Tezuka glanced around, gaze touching on each team member
before settling on Oishi. �Oishi. Where is Inui?�

�Aa, Inui had to stay after class. Sensai�s study guide is
apparently incorrect and Inui intended to see it corrected before it was handed
out to everyone.�

Tezuka did not answer, though he pinched the bridge of his
nose as if to ward off an imminent headache.
�Very well. Would you mind
engaging Kawamura, in that case?�

Oishi smiled, made immediately happy by Tezuka�s
request. �Of course, Tezuka!� He turned his kind smile on Kawamura. �Ready, Kawamura-kun?�

Kawamura slid his bag off his shoulder and removed his
racket. He hefted it experimentally and
grinned as he leveled it at Oishi.
�Ready, baby.�

Eiji giggled and leaned on Fuji.
�Nya, Fuji
� Kawamura-kun is so cute.�

Seemingly unperturbed by Eiji�s antics, Fuji merely watched Kawamura and Oishi take
their places on the court. Oishi was
preparing to serve and Fuji
didn�t miss the way his shirt rose up on one side as he lifted his arm,
stretching up to toss the ball in the air.
He was willing to bet that Eiji had not missed that, either. �Cuter than Oishi, Eiji? You�d better not let him
hear you say that.�

Eyes widening in shock, Eiji elbowed Fuji and moved away from him, wrapping his
arms around himself and sulking. �Hoi, Fuji. Don�t say stuff like that in front of
people!�

Smiling up at Tezuka, Fuji
rocked on his heels. �Did you hear that,
Tezuka? Eiji called you �people�.�

Tezuka snorted, unamused.
�Stop gossiping like females. You
should watch this match � we might be getting a new regular.�

Fuji smiled, satisfied that he�d managed to get under
Tezuka�s skin and get one up on Eiji, all within the span of a couple of
minutes. When he spoke again, all hint
of playfulness vanished and he sharpened his gaze on the two boys before
them. Oishi was all refined grace and perseverance
and Kawamura was a study in determination and raw power. It was a beautiful thing to behold. �I know what he can do,� he murmured,
ignoring the pointed glance of curiosity Tezuka shot him. �Keep your eyes on the match, Buchou,� he admonished. �Kawamura�s going to help get us to
Nationals.�

Before Tezuka had the opportunity to offer Fuji the reproachful glare of death, Kawamura
took a point from Oishi, his triumphant yell echoing across the concrete. Fuji
did not look at Tezuka again.
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