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Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
7,924
Reviews:
20
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Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 7
Oshitari was glancing back and forth between Fuji and Tezuka with a puzzled expression on his face. It took Tezuka a moment to realize that Oshitari had no clue as to why he was glaring at him. He forced his features into a more neutral expression as he took in the other man’s much altered appearance. He looked very different without the ever present glasses that he’d never needed and while Oshitari’s hair had always been moderately long, now the ponytail pulled over one shoulder reached almost mid-chest on him. It was odd that the changes in the other man had been reflected in a dream when Tezuka hadn’t seen him in years. Tezuka frowned again at that thought and wondered what it all meant.
Fuji glanced at Oshitari out of the corner of his eye and shrugged, indicating he had no idea what was going on in his former Captain’s head. A ringing female voice brought the three of them out of the rather awkward moment.
“Mr. Fuji, Mr. Oshitari, might I ask what you’re doing invading my classroom since neither of you have class with me today?” Ms. Wolf asked, leaning on her desk.
It was Oshitari who answered her, stepping away from Fuji and Tezuka then bowing deeply to her then saying in perfect English. “Most humble apologies, Sensei. Fuji-kun was bringing some paperwork to Tezuka-kun that he’d forgotten.”
Her eyebrows went up in mild suspicion that she didn’t voice. “Fine. The papers have been given to him. Now please vacate my classroom as the other students will be arriving shortly.”
“Of course, Sensei,” Oshitari said coolly. He turned to Fuji. “Did you still want to go to brunch?”
“Sure,” Fuji said, glancing uncertainly at Tezuka whose hands had tightened into fists for no apparent reason. “I’ll see you later, Tezuka.”
“Of course,” Tezuka replied mechanically.
//Yushi.//
//Hai, Sensei?//
//What are you up to?//
//I’m helping. As per your request.//
//And precisely how is this helping?//
//Haven’t you noticed? Tezuka is VERY possessive of what he considers HIS even though he hides it very well as a general rule. It’s merely another trait he and I have in common.//
//Whatever kind of scheme you’ve concocted in that evil little brain of yours, just make sure to tell the rest of us where you’re going with this.//
//Of course.//
Fuji’s eyebrows went up in realization after a moment. He took Oshitari by the elbow and steered him out of harm’s way. Namely an inexplicably angry Tezuka and a rather annoyed looking Ms. Wolf. Either one of them alone was formidable, torking them off further when they were together . . . that was a disaster in the making of epic and awe inspiring proportions. When they were safely out of earshot of the other two, Fuji turned to him.
“So, how long have you been crazy about her?”
Oshitari laughed a little and shook his head. “I should have known that you out of everyone would pick it up,” he said, looking skyward with a sigh. “I’ll explain it all to you over brunch.”
***
Tezuka watched Fuji and Oshitari walk out of the room together, trying to make some sense of the strange feeling twisting through his stomach. It felt tight and hot in a way he really couldn’t have described if he’d tried. He frowned again and glanced up at his teacher. He sighed a little and stood up. What was that expression? Time to take the bull by the horns.
One of Ms. Wolf’s eyebrows lifted fractionally when she looked up and saw Tezuka moving toward her. He took the first few steps haltingly, like a man who was moving unwillingly toward some unpleasant purpose. She waited patiently for him to come to her, smiling slightly to herself at the thought that Mr. Fuji was soon to be a very lucky young man.
“How may I help you, Mr. Tezuka?” she said when he finally stood in front of her desk.
“I’d like your . . . advice on something, Sensei,” he said haltingly, looking uncomfortable with the very thought of breaching the subject with her.
“Concerning what?”
“I’ve been having some . . . rather disturbing dreams lately and as a consequence I haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Mr. Tezuka, if you’re having problems sleeping then you should see one of the school nurses or one of the counselors.”
Tezuka looked down at his shoes for a moment before gathering his courage and looking up at her again. He wasn’t a coward, damn it, and the trusted her possibly more than any other teacher he’d ever met for some odd reason. But this was something intensely private to him and he wasn’t entirely certain he could get it all out and still make her understand that it wasn’t normal for him to think or behave in the manner portrayed in his dreams.
“I don’t think that they can help me.”
She nodded and glanced to the back of the room where some of the other students were starting to come in for class. “We’ll discuss this after class if that’s acceptable to you, Mr. Tezuka.”
Tezuka nodded. “It is. Thank you.”
“Not a problem, Mr. Tezuka. You’re doing very well by the way.”
He shot her a puzzled look. “How so?”
“I didn’t have to remind you to use English.”
***
For once in his life, Fuji sat across the table from someone else looking thoroughly shell shocked. While he’d always known somewhere in the back of his head that Oshitari would probably be interested in older women considering he far outpaced and outclassed the vast majority of his classmates both male and female, but this had still come as somewhat of a surprise.
“So, you see the problem with the whole situation,” Oshitari was saying, breaking through Fuji’s thoughts.
“Hmmm. That’s a sticky dilemma. I can see her not wanting to get involved with a student for obvious reasons.”
Oshitari sighed and ran his hands through his hair, pulling it out of the loose ponytail it had been in. “Yes, so do I. I know all the logical reasons, trust me; I’ve gone over them a million times in my head. But I don’t have to like any of them. It’s driving me crazy, quite frankly.”
Fuji glanced at Oshitari out of the corner of his eye and shrugged, indicating he had no idea what was going on in his former Captain’s head. A ringing female voice brought the three of them out of the rather awkward moment.
“Mr. Fuji, Mr. Oshitari, might I ask what you’re doing invading my classroom since neither of you have class with me today?” Ms. Wolf asked, leaning on her desk.
It was Oshitari who answered her, stepping away from Fuji and Tezuka then bowing deeply to her then saying in perfect English. “Most humble apologies, Sensei. Fuji-kun was bringing some paperwork to Tezuka-kun that he’d forgotten.”
Her eyebrows went up in mild suspicion that she didn’t voice. “Fine. The papers have been given to him. Now please vacate my classroom as the other students will be arriving shortly.”
“Of course, Sensei,” Oshitari said coolly. He turned to Fuji. “Did you still want to go to brunch?”
“Sure,” Fuji said, glancing uncertainly at Tezuka whose hands had tightened into fists for no apparent reason. “I’ll see you later, Tezuka.”
“Of course,” Tezuka replied mechanically.
//Yushi.//
//Hai, Sensei?//
//What are you up to?//
//I’m helping. As per your request.//
//And precisely how is this helping?//
//Haven’t you noticed? Tezuka is VERY possessive of what he considers HIS even though he hides it very well as a general rule. It’s merely another trait he and I have in common.//
//Whatever kind of scheme you’ve concocted in that evil little brain of yours, just make sure to tell the rest of us where you’re going with this.//
//Of course.//
Fuji’s eyebrows went up in realization after a moment. He took Oshitari by the elbow and steered him out of harm’s way. Namely an inexplicably angry Tezuka and a rather annoyed looking Ms. Wolf. Either one of them alone was formidable, torking them off further when they were together . . . that was a disaster in the making of epic and awe inspiring proportions. When they were safely out of earshot of the other two, Fuji turned to him.
“So, how long have you been crazy about her?”
Oshitari laughed a little and shook his head. “I should have known that you out of everyone would pick it up,” he said, looking skyward with a sigh. “I’ll explain it all to you over brunch.”
***
Tezuka watched Fuji and Oshitari walk out of the room together, trying to make some sense of the strange feeling twisting through his stomach. It felt tight and hot in a way he really couldn’t have described if he’d tried. He frowned again and glanced up at his teacher. He sighed a little and stood up. What was that expression? Time to take the bull by the horns.
One of Ms. Wolf’s eyebrows lifted fractionally when she looked up and saw Tezuka moving toward her. He took the first few steps haltingly, like a man who was moving unwillingly toward some unpleasant purpose. She waited patiently for him to come to her, smiling slightly to herself at the thought that Mr. Fuji was soon to be a very lucky young man.
“How may I help you, Mr. Tezuka?” she said when he finally stood in front of her desk.
“I’d like your . . . advice on something, Sensei,” he said haltingly, looking uncomfortable with the very thought of breaching the subject with her.
“Concerning what?”
“I’ve been having some . . . rather disturbing dreams lately and as a consequence I haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Mr. Tezuka, if you’re having problems sleeping then you should see one of the school nurses or one of the counselors.”
Tezuka looked down at his shoes for a moment before gathering his courage and looking up at her again. He wasn’t a coward, damn it, and the trusted her possibly more than any other teacher he’d ever met for some odd reason. But this was something intensely private to him and he wasn’t entirely certain he could get it all out and still make her understand that it wasn’t normal for him to think or behave in the manner portrayed in his dreams.
“I don’t think that they can help me.”
She nodded and glanced to the back of the room where some of the other students were starting to come in for class. “We’ll discuss this after class if that’s acceptable to you, Mr. Tezuka.”
Tezuka nodded. “It is. Thank you.”
“Not a problem, Mr. Tezuka. You’re doing very well by the way.”
He shot her a puzzled look. “How so?”
“I didn’t have to remind you to use English.”
***
For once in his life, Fuji sat across the table from someone else looking thoroughly shell shocked. While he’d always known somewhere in the back of his head that Oshitari would probably be interested in older women considering he far outpaced and outclassed the vast majority of his classmates both male and female, but this had still come as somewhat of a surprise.
“So, you see the problem with the whole situation,” Oshitari was saying, breaking through Fuji’s thoughts.
“Hmmm. That’s a sticky dilemma. I can see her not wanting to get involved with a student for obvious reasons.”
Oshitari sighed and ran his hands through his hair, pulling it out of the loose ponytail it had been in. “Yes, so do I. I know all the logical reasons, trust me; I’ve gone over them a million times in my head. But I don’t have to like any of them. It’s driving me crazy, quite frankly.”