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An Engaging Situation	By : Akuma Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 5060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis (Tennis no Ohjisama), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: I�m sorry this took so long. I was
focusing on college and my original story that I didn�t have time to write this.
I�ll try to update faster from now on. I have to warn you that I have a writer�s
block concerning this story, though. It�s quite minor but still rather
disturbing. Please support me!

The Morning After

When Tezuka woke up, a wave of violent headache and nausea hit
him like a concrete wall. He groaned softly in misery. Hadn�t he suffered
enough? First, he was engage to another male, then he had to deal with their
demented family, then he had to host a bachelor party and... Tezuka�s heart skipped a beat. He glanced to his side
slowly, finally realizing the weight on his left side.

Fuji was resting
comfortably on his side. His arm was slung across Tezuka�s
torso while Tezuka�s left arm was wrapped around Fuji. They were naked,
they were sticky, and they were far too close to each other for decency. Tezuka�s first thought was: �crap!�.
His second thought was: �oh, yeah!�.

He must
still be dreaming. Not that Tezuka had enough
imagination to bring someone like Fuji
into his dreamland. The most imaginative thing he had ever dreamt of was the Tennisland where the grass never grew tall and tennis ball
grew of trees. Where the people wear clothes in the shape of tennis balls and
roast fishes with tennis racquet and he, Prince Tezuka
lived in the glorious Wimbledon
Castle� Okay so maybe Tezuka did have a broad imagination. But certainly he never
dreamt of having people drooling on his chest.

Carefully Tezuka tried to slip from under Fuji. He succeeded in disentangling himself
and only caused a slight stir on the brunette. He stood near the bed, still
trying to grasp the situation. Laying on his (very large, very messy, and very stained)
bed was Fuji Shuusuke, who was his fianc�e, who was
beautiful, who looked incredibly sexy despite the drool, who had a body that
would arouse a marble statue, and most importantly with whom he must not be
attracted let alone sleep with! Tezuka frowned when
his lower body disagreed with that last line of thought. But
if Fuji could
arouse a marble statue then who was Tezuka to blame
himself.

A douse of
cold water could really help right now. So Tezuka
went to have a cold shower as silently as possible. Too bad
that when he saw the �love marks� on his naked body, his mind went straight
down to the gutter. When he had finished his quick shower, Fuji was still sleeping so
he went to the living room to make some coffee to relief his hang over. It
brought instead, the memory of what happened last night.

Fuji was so responsive, so
passionate, so hot. His body was perfect, his skin
soft, his lips warm, his� Tezuka
shook his head but failed to shut out the memory. Images of last night flooded
his mind instead, testing his sanity. Fuji�s
mouth opened to voice his pleas and gasp his name, Fuji�s
fair skin flushed in arousal, Fuji�s
body arched as he�

Tezuka looked up guiltily when he heard the door open. He
had the mind to take a pillow to cover his lap just as Fuji exited his bedroom. Nervous hazel eyes
met confused blue ones. They stared at each other, unsure of how to break the
awkward silence.

�Are you
all right?� Tezuka asked neutrally, hoping that his
voice didn�t deter as much as it sounded to him.

�Yes.� Fuji answered with an
uncertain smile. �Thank you. I, uh, I better return to my room. I have to help
with the wedding.�

Tezuka nodded for the lack of better response. �Of course.�

�See you
later, then.� With another hesitant smile, he left Tezuka�s
room.

As soon as
the door closed behind Fuji,
Tezuka buried his face in his palms and groaned. And
not out of pleasure, mind you. He was so damned.

*

What was he
thinking? What the hell was he thinking? How could he let himself get
drunk enough to sleep with Tezuka? Granted, it was
his oh-so-gorgeous fiancee and not some gross drunk
old man on the street. But still, he wasn't supposed to sleep with Tezuka!

The
soreness all over his body taught him that beer, romantic voyage and gorgeous fianc�e
weren't a good combination. This wasn't how he pictured his first time to be! Fuji wanted it to be
romantic, loving and gentle and certainly not
animalistic! Though it did feel good when Tezuka's c...
Okay, stop right there!

Fuji toweled himself dry,
got dressed, and had his breakfast. In other words, he tried to be his normal
self. But he failed horribly at it. He spent too long staring at his reflection
on the mirror, watching the reddish marks that had started to form all over his
body and then berating himself mentally for taking even the slightest bit of
pride in them. His concentration kept wavering when he ate, his mind continued
to wander to the kisses he had shared with Tezuka.
Thankfully, Taka-san wasn't the most observant person. He was too busy
preventing Inui to slip his hangover juice into Fuji's food.

Deciding
that he needed fresh air to clear his muddled brain, Fuji left his suite to the deck. But the deck
was no filled with the crews preparing for the wedding. The noisewas unbearable to Fuji whose head was still pounding. He
went to the side deck, hoping to find peace and quiet and instead found the
source of his problem.

Tezuka was standing by the railing. The sea wind blew his
hair and the sunlight shone on him. Just gazing off into the sea like that, Tezuka could pass as an art piece.Fuji
found himself gaping at the sight for a moment. He
shook his head and turned to leave, not wanting to see Tezuka
just yet. Unfortunately for him, Tezuka caught his
motion and turned to see him.

What is one
supposed to say at times like this anyway? 'Thank you for last night'? 'That hurt,
you bastard!'? 'Can we do it again soon?'? 'Nice body. Have you been working
out?'? "Hi." Fuji
greeted Tezuka for the lack of better thing to say.

"Hi."

They stared
at each other for a few moments. The tension felt so thick Fuji could cut it with a knife. He wanted to
flee but he might trip before making the first step. Since he couldn't move, Tezuka could at least do or say something, right? C'mon, he
was quite talkative last night. Where did all those vocabulary go?

"About
last night...."

Of all
things he could say... Of all words he could pick, why, why did he choose those words? Fuji shifted uncomfortably, searching for something
to say. �I��

Just as he
began speaking, strong wind accompanied by loud whirling sound started to blow.
They looked around in confusion. Either they were caught in a sudden typhoon or
they have somehow entered the Bermuda
triangle. Well, there was another possibility but who would� Fuji looked up to confirm this possibility and
felt his spirit sank.

Of course
no one else would cross hundred of miles of ocean on a blimp to get to their
ship other than Atobe. Fuji glanced at Tezuka
who was frowning at the sight of a huge silver blimp hovering over the ship,
ready for touch down. The taller youth turned his gaze back to him and soon
they�ve reached an agreement. Together they went to welcome their new guest.

�Be awed by
my presence.� Atobe said the moment he got off the
blimp and saw Tezuka and Fuji. He was followed closely by a tall moving
stack of suitcases which was actually his personal butler.

�Atobe. Welcome. It�s an honor to
have you in our ship.� Fuji
said, extending a hand to shake hands with the diva. He smiled pleasantly, knowing
that this was the son to an important client of his father.

Atobe smiled sultrily and took Fuji�s smooth hand in his. �The pleasure is
all mine.� He said as he bowed and kissed Fuji�s knuckles.

Blushing, Fuji pulled his hand back.
Atobe didn�t seem to mind his rudeness and merely
smirked at him. Though this wasn�t the first time Atobe
had advanced him openly, Fuji
felt a lot more self-conscious this time. He wasn�t quite ready to deal with
courting while so fresh out of someone- Tezuka�s bed.

Atobe�s attitude changed drastically as he turned his
attention to Tezuka who was standing behind Fuji all this time. �Tezuka.� He greeted the tall
youth coolly.

Fuji watched this exchange
in slight confusion. He didn�t quite understand what was going on between the
two but quickly decided that he�s taking Tezuka�s
side. �Atobe.� Tezuka answered the greeting with a sharp glare.

Thankfully,
Fuji�s parents
soon came to rescue soon. Atobe divert his attention
to the couple, a pleasant yet arrogant smile now plastered on his face. �Fuji-san, nice to meet you. My father apologizes for not
being able to come. He sent me here in his place if you don�t mind.�

Fuji watched them chatted
amiably. Something told him that his life was going to get a little more
complicated for here on.

*

Tezuka was in a dark mood throughout the wedding. People
opted to stay away from the young heir fearing the scowls that now seemed to be
permanently cemented on his face. Fuji
was the only one who dared to be close to him though Tezuka
wasn�t sure if the brunette did so because he truly liked his company or to
avoid Atobe.

�I now
pronounced you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.�

Everyone
clapped their hands as the now-legal couple kissed. As soon as the ceremony ended,
they moved to the hall for the reception. The large room had been transformed
into a beautiful dining area with a dancing area. The color theme for this room,
red and gold, suited the sunset that would soon fall. Roses and candles were
placed all around the room and on the tables to give a romantic atmosphere.

Tezuka was rather taken by the atmosphere as well. The
scowl had gradually softened as he watched the newlywed couple danced their
first dance as husband a wife from his seat next to Fuji. Not really paying attention to other
people in their table- Oishi, Eiji,
and Yuuta, Tezuka secretly
glanced at Fuji.
The brunette looked absolutely gorgeous in his suit. A beautiful smile splayed
on his face as he watched his sister, not realizing Tezuka�s
gaze on him. Tezuka caught his mother glancing
meaningfully at Fuji
and looked away, his scowl returning as his face burnt slightly in embarrassment.

�May I
borrow your hand?�

Tezuka turned his attention from the couples on the dance
floor to find Atobe standing next to Fuji, bowing slightly as
he waited for the brunette�s acquiescing hand. Fuji glanced at his companions. Yuuta looked astounded while Eiji
and Oishi merely gaped at them. His eyes lingered on Tezuka who looked back at him stoically. Fuji hesitated for a wile but then reached
for Atobe�s hand and smiled.

�Of course.� He said with a smile.

Atobe led Fuji
to join other couples but not before throwing a victorious smirk to Tezuka. Tezuka inhaled deeply to
calm himself when the two started to dance. To him, Fuji seemed inappropriately happy dancing
with Atobe. He kept smiling and even occasionally laughed
at something Atobe would whisper to his ear.

Neither of
his other companions dared to speak to him. They could only watch as Tezuka murder whatever was on his plate and smothered
whatever drink the waiter gave him. Finally Eiji
rescued himself and his love interest by asking him to dance with him, leaving Yuuta alone to deal with the cold blazing ball of fury that
was Tezuka. Yuuta threw
them a betrayed look that Eiji answered with an
apologetic grin. The youngest Fuji
watched Tezuka cautiously, as if afraid that the
taller male would attack him with his fork anytime.

�Ano� Tezuka-san?� Yuuta began hesitantly.
When Tezuka only looked at him and not start to make
him jump off board, he continued. �What do you feel about Aniki?�

Tezuka paused in his attempt to mutilate a poor
cauliflower. At first he was worried that Yuuta might
have found out about what had happened last night. If he could loose himself
enough to sleep with Fuji,
he might have been unaware of Yuuta�s presence in his
room. �What do you mean?�

�You seem
very� upset to Atobe-san.� Yuuta
said, tilting his head to he dance floor. �Are you� jealous of him?�

Indeed Tezuka was upset. But it was because of Atobe�s
shameless seduction to Fuji.
The diva should�ve had more manner than to openly court Fuji in public. He wasn�t jealous or
something. After all Fuji
was just someone betrothed to him for the sake of their families� Fuji was just his fianc�e whom
he just slept with last night� Fuji
was just a fianc�e he should leave one day in the near future� Tezuka wasn�t jealous of Atobe. He
was only concerned of Fuji
and the future of their parents� companies. �No. I�m not.�

His body
betrayed him, though, when Atobe seated himself
beside him. His hand clenched on the wine glass he was holding and he refused
to look at the silver-haired youth. He turned his eyes to Fuji who was dancing with Yumiko, knowing
that Atobe was doing the same. Feeling the dark aura
that surrounded the table, Yuuta immediately rescued
himself from the war zone by grabbing the nearest person around and dragged him
to the dance floor, not minding the fact that his dance partner was some sixty
years old woman.

�What a
shame to neglect such beautiful fianc�e.� Atobe
began, swirling the fine wine in his crystal glass. �If he were mine, I would
lavish him, spoil him in anyway I can.� He paused to let the words sank in on Tezuka. He then placed his glass down and leaned a little closer
to Tezuka. �What I wouldn�t give to make him mine.� He
mused with a smirk that was obvious in his smug voice.

Tezuka clenched his jaws. If looks could kill, this party
would be a massacre.

^__^

A/N:
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