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An Engaging Situation	By : Akuma Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 5060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N:
I have a long list of reasons why this wasn�t done faster. Here�s what happened
though not necessarily in this order: fulfilling fic
requests, exams, vacation (minus internet connection), start of new semester,
family tragedy (no mood for fluff), assignments, loss of rough version of this
chapter, more pre-midterm exam assignments. I got and then lost a beta in the
process so I email and waited for her to appear for about a month before giving
up -.-;; Anyway, I have a feeling that there�s more to this chapter. I think
it�s supposed to be longer especially on the conversation scene but I can�t
remember anything T.T I�ll try to finish the next chapter before I have to go
on field trip (for two months!! That�ll kill my muse for sure!) but I can�t promise you a thing because I lost the beginning
of the next chapter, too, and I was sure I wrote interesting dialogue there
*weeps*� Enjoy the chapter�

Disclaimer:
the reason why Tezuka and Fuji didn�t make out in the
series is because I am not the original author. Oh, and KKM isn�t mine either
or else I would have Conrad speaks all the time *runs to worship MoriMori*

The House of Love

Breakfast was tense to say the least.
Tezuka and Fuji wouldn�t risk even a single glance in the presence of Taka-san.
They knew that the young butler was secretly watching them while performing his
duty around the cottage. The leaves of the potted plant would turn white
if he kept dusting them like that.

Finally
realizing his error and determined to slow global warming, Taka-san left them
briefly to water some of the plants in the cottage, leaving Tezuka
and Fuji alone. Tension gripped them tighter now and
they still dared not even glance at each other�s direction. Fuji smiled at his
pancake, hoping it would speak in his place. But even the mind of a genius
couldn�t force a piece of food to talk so he lifted his eyes slightly, fearing
what he would see in Tezuka�s face. Well, not that
the tall young man had that much expression; he�d probably still look blank in
the face of an enraged tensai, which wasn�t his case
actually. Fuji sighed, tired of the unsaid already. Damn Tezuka
and his limited vocabulary.

�Tezuka��

�Fuji��

�Fujiko!!�

Eiji burst through the door, jumping Fuji before the
brunette had the chance to dodge. Behind him, Oishi looked
uncomfortable, glancing at both Tezuka and Fuji
apologetically and tried to pry the redhead from Fuji. Finally, with much
coaxing he unglued his lover from the brunette and pulled him out of the range
of Tezuka�s icy murderous look.

�I
was so worried! Are you all right? I wanted to come immediately but Syuuichiro told me to let you rest. Did you get a fever? Or flu? Or�� Eiji babbled on,
mentioning every disease known to man.

�Maa, I�m all right, Eiji. Thank
you for worrying about me.� Fuji said, putting a stop to his friend�s panic
tirade.

�Are
you sure? You were out there for so long! And I know how much you�re afraid of
thunder storms.�

Fuji
glanced at Tezuka who looked at him with a hint of
surprise (he was capable of human expression after all!). They really needed to
talk soon. This misunderstanding had gone a little beyond control and Fuji�s
backside was protesting now. �I�m fine, Eiji.� He
said with a smile.

Eiji opened his mouth again, perhaps to voice more of his
concern, but the knocking on the door stopped him. Taka-san rushed to open the
door for the visitor. Eiji rolled his eyes when he
saw a blur of purple, red, and silver. Fuji forced himself to keep smiling
despite wanting to throw his knife to the diva�s head. It was an ill mannered
thing to do. Poison would be better.

�Be
awed by my presence!�

�Yeah,
yeah, we know the drill.� Fuji heard Eiji muttered
under his breath. Oishi nudged his side a little and
gave a small lecture on the side while the diva approached his victim.

�Good
morning, Atobe.� Fuji greeted as politely as
possible.

�Good
morning, Fuji, Tezuka.� Atobe
mentioned the second name with a malicious glare to Tezuka
who replied with a cold look that could help slow the melting of polar ice.

�Good
morning.�

The
temperature dropped for several seconds as the rivals stared each other down.
Fuji watched with some interest but was more concerned about his well being to
show support to either of them. He waited until Atobe
turned his attention back to him and ended what could be the beginning of World
War III.

�How
are you doing? I was very concerned about you last night.�

At
the mention of last night, Fuji tensed slightly. Tezuka
immediately shifted closer to Fuji, glaring daggers at Atobe
but Fuji managed to maintain his composure and kept smiling. �I�m well thank
you. Kunimitsu has taken excellent care of me.�

Atobe stiffened but didn�t lose his arrogance. �I see.� He
said, glancing at Tezuka menacingly. Fuji had no
doubt that he caught the underlying message in his words but apparently it
wasn�t enough to dampen his determination. �Well, you must let me make it up to
you then.� He said, clicking his fingers to order his butler to step forward
and showed a bottle of wine. �I have brought nice drink. I insist that we all
enjoy it.�

The
tone that Atobe used left no room for refusal. Fuji
glanced at Tezuka who nodded his assent. Deliberately
he invited Eiji and Oishi
to join them and help stop possible bloodshed. Atobe
didn�t mind and acted civil (or as civil as he could be) throughout the day.
Eventually he returned to his cottage, not wanting to disturb Fuji�s rest. This
cued Eiji and Oishi to
follow his lead and they, too, leave for their love
nest. Taka-san was the last to leave. The butler excused himself with a bow and
a concerned yet curious gaze before closing the door firmly.

�I�m
sorry.� Tezuka said after several seconds of silence,
turning to Fuji who was sitting beside him on the couch. When Fuji gave him a
confused gaze, he continued quietly. �I didn�t know about your problem. I
shouldn�t have done what I did last night.� He bowed slightly as he said that,
reflecting how he truly regretted his action.

It
made Fuji uncomfortable. Not only because he disliked formality but the idea that Tezuka regretted what
they did hurt him somehow. Still he forced on a smile, not wanting to let Tezuka know his thoughts before they clear everything up.
�It�s all right, Tezuka. You really didn�t know.�

�I
should have asked.� Tezuka insisted, still bowing in
apology.

Fuji
sighed at his fianc�s stubbornness. �It�s all right, Tezuka.
I don�t mind.� He said, making sure that Tezuka
understood what he implied.

Hearing
that, the bespectacled young man lifted his head. His eyes widened a little in
surprise so Fuji smiled to calm him. He took a deep breath, preparing himself
mentally for the conversation that had been waiting to happen. Perhaps they
should have done this long ago after that night of drunkenness but Atobe�s arrival had distracted them from what needed to be
done. Fuji must admit the diva was good at drawing attention to himself.

�We
can�t just ignore the fact that this didn�t happen just once. We both know that
it means something.� He paused, searching for a reaction in Tezuka.
The latter stiffened in nervousness and Fuji immediately realized what he had
implied, the ground they yet wanted to thread. �I�m not saying that it�s� that�
But let�s be honest, something�s happened, something�s changed.�

Tezuka lowered his eyes for a while, needing time to absorb
the truth Fuji presented. When Fuji called his name softly, he spoke up,
lifting his eyes to meet Fuji�s. �What do you propose we should do?�

�Well,�
Fuji started, licking his lips in nervousness. When was the last time he felt
this nervous? Did he ever feel this nervous at all? �first
of all, don�t the idea of� this� repulse you at all?�

Tezuka looked at him questioningly, as if he couldn�t
believe that Fuji had to ask that question at all. �If it did, I would have
firmly refused this engagement in the first place.�

Fuji
had the sudden urge to jump onto Tezuka�s lap this
moment but he cleared his throat instead. Jumping into Tezuka�s
lap must wait, besides his backside was still in sweet agony now. Damn, nerds
and their unexpectedly great libido. �I think we should start all over again
and do it right this time.� No more getting drunk, no more getting caught in a
darned thunderstorm with a horny heir, no more awkward mornings... When was he
going to get some again then?

Tezuka nodded in agreement. �That�s a good idea.� He said.
Then much to Fuji�s surprise, he leaned close to Fuji to kiss his cheek. �Let�s
do it right this time.� He whispered as he looked into Fuji�s startled blue
eyes with a tiny smile that sent the genius�s heart racing.

Seriously,
when was he allowed to get some again?

*

The
vacation ended quickly and the families were preparing to once again return to
Japan and leave the newlyweds in their honeymoon. Surprisingly it had been
quite peaceful ever since the incident in the cave. Tezuka
seemed to look less murderous and Atobe actually gave
Fuji some private time although Fuji was sure that there was something else
behind his apology gifts that Fuji would intentionally throw away or give away
in front of Tezuka. It wasn�t to say that Tezuka and Fuji had a lot of time spent together, though.
They had constant stream of visitors, starting from their best friends to their
concerned/nosy family. The only time they could be alone was at night when they
were too tired to even say good night to each other. So perhaps returning to
Japan was a good idea after all. Perhaps that way they would have more
opportunity to actually spend quality time with each other without murdering
anyone due to unresolved sexual tension.

Fuji
was packing his clothes into his suitcase while plotting a romantic rendezvous
when the telephone suddenly rang. He picked it up, wondering who the caller
might be. They didn�t have many phone calls during their stay in the island.
Fuji didn�t tell anyone about his whereabouts while Tezuka
didn�t seem to be social enough to expect many phone calls (except from some
courageous fan girl/stalker if what Oishi said was
true).

�Hello?�

�Hello,
dear, have you begun packing? We�re leaving tomorrow morning, remember? Where�s
Tezuka-kun?�

�I�m
packing my clothes, Okaa-san. And Kunimitsu
is out to visit Oishi.�

�Oh,
okay. I just want to let you know that your house is ready to be lived in!�
Yoshiko announced happily.

�My house?� Fuji asked, confused.

�Yes.
You know, the house that your father bought for you
and Tezuka-kun as engagement present? They�re done
with the decoration so you could move there as soon as we arrived to Japan!�

Smart
mouth be damned, Fuji forced himself to smile as he answered. �Great!� Oh, Tezuka is so going to murder someone for this. Maybe he
should suggest doing it during the cruise. It�s easier to get rid of the body
while they were in the middle of a vast ocean and get away with murder. Providing that no merman or mermaid would testify against them in
court later, of course.

�Isn�t
it great? You could meet more often when you live in the same house! Oh, I
could just hear the sounds of tiny footsteps running around there� But then
again, that is not possible�� Yoshiko trailed off, sounding a little
disappointed that she wouldn�t have grandchildren with the combined genetic
advantages from Tezuka and Fuji�s gene pools. Her
fantasy world of genius sex gods and cool nymphs practically shattered in the
face of biological facts of male anatomy. It lasted only a second though and
very soon she cheerily continued. �Oh, well, I�m sure Yumiko could take care of
that part very well. Did you notice how good Shouri
looks in a suit? Ayana and I think that he�d look spectacular
out of it�.� Yoshiko stopped when someone shouted something in the background.
�No, honey, that�s my pantyhose� Sorry, Shuusuke,
I have to go help your father. Don�t forget to tell Tezuka-kun
about the house, ne?�

Fuji
stared at the telephone after the call ended, wondering how to break the news
to Tezuka. While they had, indeed, agreed to get to
know each other better, this hadn�t entered their minds. Fuji had thought of
dinner dates and maybe even occasional vacations. But living together? He
didn�t think they�re ready for it.

�Fuji?�

Fuji
looked up when he heard the voice that had become very familiar to him. He
smiled at Tezuka who was standing at the door,
looking mostly expressionless though Fuji could see concern lingering in his
eyes. He knew that Tezuka realized the slight strain
in his smile and braced himself to begin the explanation.

�My
mother just called. Our house is ready so we could move in as soon as we
could.�

Tezuka seemed confused at first but then seemed to recall
the arrangement their parents have made. �I see.� He paused, frowning
thoughtfully. �Is there no way to delay that?� he asked quietly, as if worried
that Fuji might lash out at him for questioning that.

�I
think it�s safe to assume that, knowing how excited our mothers are, we are
going to be sent to the house as soon as we step foot onto Japan and be locked
in the bedroom to somehow try to produce children.�

Tezuka stared at him then sighed softly in resignation.
�Great.�

*

For
the most part, Fuji was correct. They were immediately brought to their new
house after they arrived in Japan early in the morning. Tezuka
had half expected it to be a grand estate and was relieved that it was just a simple
mansion (by their mothers� standard). Taka-san and two young butlers named Momoshiro and Echizen were
assigned for them though Tezuka had a suspicion that
they weren�t there to merely care but also to spy on them. This suspicion was
proven correct when they toured the new house.

�Mother.� Tezuka growled
menacingly toward the two women smiling innocently to him. �Video
cameras?�

�It�s
for security purposes.� Ayana beamed happily.

�In our bedroom?�

�Well,
you�ll never know.� Yoshiko said with a shrug that could almost pass as
indifference if not for the face-splitting smile on her face.

Tezuka glanced at Fuji who had a less than amused
expression on his face. As soon as their mothers left after dinner, they
searched the house for hidden recording devices. Two hours later they sat in
the living room with a pile of various types of video cameras, motion sensor
devices, voice recording devices from about all rooms in the large mansion. Security purposes? What security purposes? Who would, in
their right side of mind, place cameras in the bathroom facing the shower and
Jacuzzi for security purposes?

�I
think that�s about it.� Fuji sighed in exhaustion, leaning heavily against the
soft cushions of the sofa.

Tezuka hummed an answer, glancing warily at the silver
chandelier above them. They had left several cameras in some part of the house,
those that actually served its purpose as security devices. This one stayed for
a different reason, though. God knows how their mothers were going to react
when they found that the carefully arranged cameras were all gone. A little
peek at their personal life should appease them though maybe it�s only wise to
sweep the house every two weeks or so.

�They
are far too excited about this.� Fuji peered from under lowered eyelids at the
camera as well. He frowned slightly, displeased at the
measures their mother took to ascertain the development of their relationship. Tezuka shared his sentiment very well. They�ve had it better
now though still tentative in making the steps. Having nosy parents would only
make things awkward and possibly even drive them apart once more. �Maybe we
should talk to them.�

�I
doubt they would care.� Tezuka replied warily.
Knowing their mothers, they would possibly double their effort it spying on their
children.

�You�re
probably right.� Fuji said, yawning.

�Tired?�

Fuji
nodded. �A little. Mother dragged me here before I had
the chance to rest.� He rubbed his eyes childishly, almost making Tezuka smile in the process.

�Why
don�t you go to bed?� Tezuka asked while resisting
the urge to draw Fuji into his arms.

Fuji
shook his head in refusal. �I�ll watch TV for a while. There�s a rerun of a
series I wanna watch.� He turned on the large plasma
TV and changed the channels a couple of times until he found what he�s looking
for. He smiled in satisfaction then and settled comfortably on the sofa as he
enjoyed the show.

Tezuka tried to watch it but soon lost interest in the
obvious plot, cross-dressing female lead character, and the army of cool but
foolish gorgeous young men. He began reading a newspaper, trying to catch up
with whatever news he was missing. He was relieved when he found an article
about Yumiko�s wedding (next to a news about the
arrival of world famous shape shifting illusionist, Niou
Masaharu) minus his engagement to Fuji. If it was
already disastrous with one Atobe Keigo
knowing, it would have been apocalyptic to have the rest of the world finding
out.

A
light weight on his side roused him out of his counter-measure planning. He
looked at the source of the distraction to find Fuji sleeping peacefully.
Apparently it had been quite a day for the genius. Tezuka
smiled slightly, marveling on Fuji�s innocent sleeping face. When asleep, the
brunette lost all his nymph-like allure and turned into a charming fallen
angel. Tezuka wasn�t sure which image he preferred
more for both had its own irresistible attraction.

His
eyes locked onto tempting plump lips and he immediately felt a craving for a kiss.
When was the last time they kissed? It felt like centuries already. He wished
for nothing more than to taste Fuji again. Feel him. Have him at his complete
mercy�

But
now wasn�t the time. Tezuka glanced at the camera
with a murderous scowl. Well, at any rate, he�d rather have Fuji fully
conscious under him (or above him� Hmmm, they hadn�t tried that one yet). With
a sigh, he turned off the TV and proceeded to pick his fianc� up bridal style.
Fuji murmured in his sleep and leaned his head on Tezuka�s
shoulder in a way that was undeniably cute. Tezuka
stared, arguing mentally about his next course of action. After a lengthy
mental argumentation that last a millisecond, hormone won (�Aha!� He could
practically hear his mother exclaimed triumphantly as she ogled over the
monitor) and after sending an annoyed glanced to the camera, he dipped his head
to brush his lips against Fuji�s cheek.

He
wished for nothing more than to claim the tempting lips but pulled away
instead. He wasn�t feeling particularly exhibitionistic tonight. He stood up
and brought Fuji to their shared bedroom. That little fan service should be
enough to make their mothers leave them alone for a week at least. Either that
or Inui would have a crime to cover up.

^___^

A/N:
can you guess what TV show Fuji wanted to watch? The hint is that it involves
one of Tezuka�s actors *wink wink* Now I know I�ve
been a lazy author but R&R, please?
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