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There Comes a Time	By : Gwenfarr Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 5768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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Masqach - So glad you like Mieko! She was originally just meant to make Tezuka jealous, I was worried about people not wanting the new characters added, but she wound up with a much bigger role then I intended. She just demanded it I guess! :-) If you love Fuji so much this chapter is for you. You can't tell it from this story, but how you feel about Fuji is how I feel about Tezuka! OMG He's my favorite, I'm trying to figure out what story I can 'do' to him next! Maybe Atobe.... HHmmm
Ychan....don't cry.... hang in there!

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Mieko knew that Syuusuke had to be tired by now of rice and Miso soup, however his fever was still high, so she needed something she was sure he could keep down. She settled on American style chicken soup, some grilled chicken if he felt like he could handle it, and noodles. She had light stuff for breakfast for Saturday morning. Mieko took her purchases home to find the blue eyed tensai in the living room watching a movie. Another old Godzilla movie from her collection. This one was Godzilla vs. Monster X, (which was really Ghidira the three headed monster with 2 tails). It was one of her favorites. She loved the baby Mothra. She quickly put the items for dinner away, grabbed two spoons and a tub of red bean ice cream from the freezer. She hooked her hand thru a throw blanket on her way past the bedroom and jumped onto the couch next to him. He grinned at her, happy that she was home as she tossed the blanket over both their shoulders. Mieko held up the ice cream and 2 spoons and he smiled in surprise, his eyes opening wide like a little kid�s. She chuckled at him as he swiped one of the spoons. Huddled under the blanket they sat the tub of ice cream between them, sharing it as they watched the movie. Syuusuke asked her if she had gotten his homework, and she said yes she did, and no she had not seen Tezuka knowing instinctively what he wanted to ask. Fuji was sad that there was no news that he could glean from her visit to Seigaku, but he appreciated all that she had done for him. Who else would do what she had done? He grabbed her hand to still it on its way to her mouth so that he could thank her, but he was surprised as she gasped and jerked her hand away quickly, dropping the spoon. At first, Fuji thought she was simply taken aback by his action, but a closer look told him another tale. Sharp blue eyes saw the first 2 knuckles on her right hand were very red, one of her knuckles (the first) was swollen, obviously bruised. He gently reached out and grasped her wrist to inspect it. Blue eyes raised to hers in concern, knowing she didn�t have those bruises when she had left the apartment that morning. She tenderly retrieved her hand, smiling, �It�s nothing. Don�t worry about it.� She hadn�t even realized she had bruised her hand until he grabbed it. That had probably happened when she punched Hanaka in the face. She truly did have a hard head that girl. His gentle blue eyes refused to leave it alone, so she kissed his cheek. �Really Syuusuke. I�m not a kid, I am fine, it was a poorly placed punch, that�s all.� His eyebrows furrowed, remembering Tezuka�s knuckles, �You didn�t punch a wall did you?� Although the term �thick as a brick� did occur to her as appropriate when applied to Hanaka, her comically confused face convinced him that she hadn�t blasted a wall, so he let it drop believing the damage had happened during training at the dojo. Syuusuke was a gentle and tender man. He would tolerate someone beating him up, but he would never allow a bully to hurt someone else. She knew exactly why he would not hit Hanaka, or almost anyone who had hurt him. But she wondered how Hanaka would have faired if Syuusuke had caught her hitting Tezuka, or even herself. They watched a second movie together, or at least a small part of one, before Syuusuke�s fever got the better of him, causing him to fall asleep on the couch. This time he was the one in the back of the spoon, his front pressed to her back. His arm was draped over her waist, and the only reason she knew he was out cold were the light occasional snores and his deep even breathing. Even his snores were cute. Intermittent, soft and husky.
She smiled. Mieko was starting to get used to having him here. She liked coming home to his smiling face. Sharing her apartment with someone had been irritating at first. Not that taking care of Syuusuke had been all that taxing, he slept most of the time. But just being careful of what she did, and not being able to get undressed and dressed as she normally would was bothersome. Now she found that she enjoyed his company. She liked the easy way they fit together when they watched tv, or talked. Syuusuke was nice to live with. He didn�t hog the bed, or kick, so that was a big plus. He certainly was easy on the eyes. His athletically toned body was more graceful than overtly muscular, yet he was all masculine just the same. With those gorgeous blue eyes, he was pleasing to watch. The soft husky voice was very pleasant to hear. Even first thing from waking up, Syuusuke�s hair had a casually tossed look, not messy. The long bangs always looked good no matter how he slept, with a smile always ready. Mieko sighed. She knew from the very moment she had packed his bags to come to her apartment that having him here would wind up being a problem to her. She had never dated him not because she had no interest, point of fact she had too much interest. For all the years she had been his sister�s friend, she had a small crush on him. As they got older, she grew to know that he was the kind of guy she could see herself really falling for, both athletic and brilliant, soft spoken and kind, what more could she ask for? But with all the things she wanted to do in her life, she had always thought dating him at a younger age had the potential to be a disaster for them both. She if dated him, and if things worked out between them they would be tied to each other way too young for them to happily pursue all the things they each wanted in their lives. On the other hand, if things didn�t work out, then she would not only lose him, but also the friendship of his sister, and that was too important to her to lose. So Mieko had always lied to Syuusuke�s sister Yumiko about being constantly involved with someone whenever she had tried to set them up. She had been involved some of the times, but not all of them, or even most of them. Mieko just thought that when they were older, if it was meant to be, it would be. Now, lying on the couch, she found his body snuggled up behind hers, feeling as if it had always belonged there, and knowing without a doubt that his heart belonged to someone else. She couldn�t help feeling that perhaps she had made the wrong decisions. When she had run to his house that night, and had heard Syuusuke�s story the day Hanaka attacked him, Mieko knew right then that she would take him home with her and take care of him. She also knew it would wind up with her being hurt in the process. She took a deep breath, the bravest people with their tender hearts�.. she wondered if Syuusuke knew she was talking about herself when she was trying to help him with his own problems. She doubted it. Mieko got up slowly and tried to extricate herself from the couch in order to go get dinner ready without waking him, when his arm tightened around her. �Not yet.� She smiled. �I�m going to get us dinner.� He tightened his hold again then sunk down into sleep once more. She happily changed the channel to watch a comedy show, waiting until he was deeply asleep once more to get up off the couch.
They had dinner, and talked about tennis, and her dojo. Then they discussed philosophers, and world politics. She watched as his eyes got more and more sleepy, so she shooed him off to bed, while she cleaned up the dinner dishes. Mieko took her time going over choreography for the new show she was working on, then setting up lesson plans for the dojo. A few hours after Fuji had gone to bed, she turned in herself. Getting into bed beside him was solike sliding in next to a small furnace. His body temperature was still high, she was sure his fever was about to break, but right now it was raging. She gently brushed his bangs away from his eyes, feeling his forehead to check the fever. His face was soft, relaxed and almost beautiful in sleep. She sighed and turned her back to him, trying to find some sleep herself.
Tezuka had changed into drawstring pants and a short sleeved shirt after his shower. He didn�t want to do homework, had no desire to go to the athletic center�s automated court to hit more balls. He read a tennis magazine, then grabbed the bag of fish food heading out to the pond to feed the koi. His cell rang and he grabbed it reflexively, �Moshi, Moshi. Tezuka.� It was Oishi on the line saying he and the other members of Seigaku were going to a karaoke bar, would he like to come? Then in the background Kaidoh and Momoshiro started fighting, Oishi yelling loudly at them to stop while Tezuka hung on the line, pulling the phone away from his ear because of the sudden cacophony of noise. Tezuka�s eyebrows drew down in consternation. �Beep.� he hung up the phone, placing it back in his pocket. Within a few seconds the phone rang again, Tezuka dug it out, �Hai.� Oishi again, �Tezuka? The phone seems to have cut off. Did you want�..� �Beep.� Tezuka hung up the phone yet again, then promptly shut it off for the night. He loved his team members. He truly did. But they could be very immature at times, and he didn�t have the ability to deal with it tonight. The moonlight glistened off his hair, as the dark eyes fazed out of focus, staring straight ahead, not paying the slightest attention to the koi as they fed. The weekend was usually a time that Tezuka enjoyed. He looked forward to it. Relished it. He would normally spend time with his grandfather, listening to old stories of his job in the police force, or go by himself on hikes, just enjoying nature. It represented the only time Tezuka allowed himself to truly relax. The weekends were his personal treasure, and they were never long enough for him. This weekend however seemed to stretch out before him like an eternity. He was too pent up and frankly too miserable to want to do much of anything. He knew he would not enjoy walking in the woods, or climbing. His mind was having a hard time concentrating on anything. The only thing it seemed to be good for right now was remembering images of Fuji and how incredible he felt and tasted when they had sex. Or filled with anxiety over what had happened between Fuji and Hanaka. Tezuka shook his head slowly. How he had ever come to this? Daydreaming of his team mate. He rarely if ever, day dreamed about anyone. Putting the fish food away in the cupboard, he tried to see things rationally. Careful examination was one of Tezuka�s best weapons, so he tried to put it to good use. Really, why should he be so upset? He knew that running after someone who didn�t want you was a waste of time and energy. It was beneath him. If he mooned after Fuji when Fuji didn�t want him, then Tezuka would be no better then Hanaka was. Wasn�t that true? Yes, it was true, but he didn�t expect it to hurt. But then again it wasn�t the same, he reasoned. Fuji had said it was Tezuka he was thinking of that first day that Tezuka caught him in the showers. The golden brown head nodded to himself, Fuji clearly said that he was making love to Tezuka because Fuji wanted him, not for any other reason. Tezuka had heard that with his own ears, and he felt it deep in his gut. Breathing a deep sigh, Tezuka decided he was going to believe what he saw with his own eyes. What he had felt. That was the last thing he remembered of him and Fuji together. That Fuji had wanted to be there, had taken the initiative and had sex with him because he wanted to. Tezuka had punished the tensai, yet Fuji had been strong enough to tell him that. Until Fuji told him to his face that he no longer wanted Tezuka in that way, he wouldn�t believe it. Oishi had said that Fuji�s family was away until Tuesday night. So Fuji would have to be going back home after that even if he was still sick and not in school. He would go to his house if he had to. Eventually Fuji would have to face him. Tezuka made up his mind to wait. He could do that. He could wait.
He was searching�.. he was lost. He was so alone and looking for something. But what was it? He had lost it, and it was so important to him. He just couldn�t seem to remember what it was, and why it had been taken away. He felt so sad. Syuusuke would catch fleeting glimpses of a figure walking just out of sight. A wisp of golden brown hair disappearing around a corner, the tale end of a long leg. A white and blue uniform, A sudden flash of feeling, or light reflecting off oval frame glasses, then nothing. What had he missed? What happened? Where was it? A cell phone floating and spinning before his eyes in midair, pictures playing out on its surface, then an evil female cackle that sounded as if it came from nowhere, and everywhere at the same time. Syuusuke cried. He became scared and he ran. He suddenly gasped, startling himself into wakefulness, the dream fading slowly. Fuji looked around him, gaining his bearings, trying to shake off the remainder of the uneasy feelings. The moonlit room slowly came into focus, the view of the skyline before the window pulling itself into a recognizable shape. All of the now familiar things in Mieko�s bedroom were shown dimly in various shades of blue. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing finally where he was, and feeling safe. Fuji breathed slowly in and out, feeling uncomfortably hot. He sat up and took his shirt off, flinging it to the floor beside the bed, not bothering with a new one, kicking his side of the sheet off, he was too hot. He wished this damned fever would break already. He had been feeling a little better today, but now he felt like his skin was on fire. He turned onto his left side, seeing Mieko�s form beside him. Her back was to him, facing the wall, peacefully asleep. At least he hadn�t woken her yet again. He gazed at the shapely shoulder and arm lying over the sheet, a thin spaghetti strap of white against the skin. The dark hair fanned out on the pillow behind her head. He sighed softly. He felt safe because she was here. He knew that. Fuji wondered about all the things she had become to him in the last few weeks. Almost as if he could not help himself, he reached out slowly, touching his fingertips to her shoulder. Gently, he grazed them over her skin, down her arm. Softly, knowing she could not hear, �I love you, you know.�
She was awake. She had been dozing fitfully off and on, but when he had sat up to remove his shirt, she had climbed her way back to consciousness. She had not moved, preferring to simply listen to him, thinking he would settle back into sleep once more. The feather light fingertips on her arm caused her eyes to widen, but she stayed frozen in place until she heard the words.
Fuji was only mildly surprised when her hand came up to wrap her fingers around his. She stayed that way for a moment, just holding them. Mieko remained with her back facing to him. This position was quickly becoming a pattern for them. It seemed that as long as they remained in contact, but not facing each other, they could talk to each other about anything, topics where most people couldn�t. He heard her voice softly, �You don�t love me, Syuusuke. You are grateful. That is different.� He smiled at her back, knowing that if he could be brave with Tezuka, he could be even braver still with her, �I AM grateful. Very. But I am not a child Mieko, and I know the difference. My life would be poorer with you not in it. I do love you.� She quietly laced her fingers through his, before she responded, �But not the way you love Tezuka.� He was silent, thinking it thru. �No. Not the same. But if things were different, even a little, I am sure that I could.� When she didn�t answer he rubbed his thumb over hers, he wanted her to know how he felt, �I understood that you just were never attracted to me, but I was always disappointed that you would never allow my sister to set us up.� He saw her back stiffen, then heard her words, laced with incredulity, �Is that what you really think?� he nodded, then voiced it, �Yes.� She turned over slowly to face him, �Nothing could be further from the truth. Trust me Syuusuke, that is not the case at all.� He shook his head, not understanding, and she could see that he was going to question it when she put her fingers gently over his mouth, �SSshh. It doesn�t matter. Maybe some other time or some other place, okay? You belong with Tezuka right now.� His eyes swam with tears, she brushed them away. �I know that, and I miss him so much that it hurts, but I wanted you to know, that I DO love you. Just because I am in love with Tezuka, doesn�t mean that I can�t love you. I am grateful to you yes, and I am so lucky to have your friendship, but it�s more than that, and I know it. I just wanted you to know it too, that�s all.� He could see her smile in the dark, �I love you too Syuusuke. I have enjoyed having you here very much, and I will be very sorry to see you go.� He smiled tentatively back at her. �Well, you are stuck with me for a few more days.� She nodded.
Having nothing else to say, they fell silent. There was no definite point at which it started. Both felt sleepy, and calm. A gentle breeze wafted thru the open curtains, bringing a hint of spring and cherry blossoms with it. Mieko gently brushed his bangs from his eyes, running her fingers thru his silky hair. He sighed beneath her touch, watching her. Then she dragged her fingers down thru the longish locks, rubbing the strands together between her fingers, admiring the honey color and the texture. Fuji�s eyes closed slowly. His fingers came up to hold her arm as she touched him, telling her silently not to stop, then he slowly ran the pads of his fingers tentatively up to her silky shoulder, feeling the soft skin, and the slender muscles beneath. Her exploration leisurely included his cheek and jaw, floating softly down his neck. Mieko breathed deeply as she drew her hand lightly over the bare skin of his chest, the taught skin and sculpted torso beckoning her questing fingers, his eyes glittered as they watched hers while she touched him. She loved how he looked in the blue moonlight. Her hands then traveled up to the lithe yet muscular shoulder, and slowly down his arm. Wanting to reach more, to be closer as if by mutual consent, they sidled inch by inch towards each other, foreheads now pressed together, not kissing, simply breathing deeply as one. Languorous touches and barely heard sweet sighs ran into each other, mixed. She brought her hands down over his chest, running them lightly over his belly, reveling in the feeling when he quivered slightly. Fingernails traced lightly under the edge of his pajama bottoms, then slipped around behind him to ghost down his back over the firm rounded buttocks she had always thought was amazing to look at. The feel of it was no less then she had ever imagined it to be. Simply wonderful. Syuusuke�s soft moan triggered an immediate flood of warmth and wetness to her nether regions, and she slowly pulled him tight against her, their bodies pressing. His hips rocked slowly into hers allowing her to feel his length, his hardness. She gave a small moan of her own to let him know she liked very much what she felt.
His hands had been exploring her back, its beautiful length, then grasped her small waist as their hips met. When he opened brilliant blue eyes to gaze into hers, he rocked into her softly again, watching as green eyes glazed over slightly. Finally their lips met in a kiss, soft and tender, slowly gaining strength becoming more open and trusting. Her fingers wrapped themselves around his wrist and brought it up under her shirt to her breast. His breath escaped in a small exhale of surprise, then his tongue slid inside her mouth to find hers. She thought to herself, THIS is the hard part��the bravest people with their tender hearts�..� Slowly but filled with feeling, their tongues mated, his seeking and teasing, purposefully giving her a glimpse of what was yet to come if they continued. His thumb gently padded a nipple and Syuusuke felt strong and powerful when he felt her shiver beneath his touch. Without any rush Syuusuke tugged the bottom of her tank top up and gently off her. Blue eyes drank in every lovely part of her. Remaining items of clothing followed one after the other onto the floor next to the bed. She watched every move he made. His body was graceful and elegant with long muscular lines, his incredible eyes closing slowly when she did something that particularly pleased him, lips parting when her fingers wrapped around his erection, stroking gently. Legs intertwined, bodies pressed. Lazy kisses placed lovingly found their way down each other�s body. Her lips found his chest, then caressed a nipple suckling gently. She loved when he arched into her mouth first gasping, then a low �Aaahhh�� escaping his throat.
When Syuusuke could not bear to be separated any longer, their mouths mated deeply, tongues entwined as he pulled himself over her, in one movement sliding deliciously into her hot wet body. He threw his head back with the sweet sensation. Fuji lifted himself up off her, so she could see him, touch him as he loved her, his chest and arms highlighted by the moon, flexing with each thrust, before he lowered back down, and wrapped himself around her again. Their love making was slow to build, something to savor, delighting in the closeness and the growing pleasure. It was a revelation to Fuji. This was unlike sex with the other women he had been with. This was nothing like sex with Tezuka. Yet it was still wonderful. He completely understood now what she meant when she had said that sex could be calm and loving and healing. With her legs wrapped around him, deep inside her, he felt his wounds begin to heal, even if only a little. He suddenly felt her body climb to its orgasm, then begin to come around him. Her pleasured gasps sounded like heaven to him. Her body flexing and tightening inside and out, the slow pace they had been keeping allowing him to feel all of it. It was something he had never truly felt before. Syuusuke�s breath caught in his throat with the wonder of it all. Of the closeness that making love should be. When Syuusuke finally came, his climax was exactly as their love making had been. Long and slow, seeming to pulse forever. They fell asleep like that, hours later to move unconsciously to a more comfortable position. Mieko kept the tears she cried a secret from him. She knew making love to him was something that he needed. It was something she wanted. She also knew it would only make her want him more. Mieko knew all of these things going into it, and it was something she would bear on her own. There would be time enough for tears when he had gone.
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