For All the Wrong Reasons

For All the Wrong Reasons

by Lemon & Chai

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Rating: N17. Bondage, S&M, D/s, and well everything else. Yuki-muse is horny.



Summary: A YukiFuji, SanaTezu fic, with eventual fivesome with Atobe. Inspired by kitti-chan and lolistar. Special moments of sweet dedicated to Baby_Angel. Fuji-ness dedicated to Sosise.



Warning: This could only lead to disaster. OTL



(Ore-sama is offended. /Atobe)



Review replies:



AniManGa19930: Thank you for your review! XD Heh, that doctor\'s in a LOT of trouble between Sanada, Atobe, Tezuka, and Fuji (who he should be the most afraid of XD). (Actually, it was a male nurse, but I don\'t think that part will ever get explained. -sweatdrop-)



Rangiku: I\'m so glad you feel that way, yes, it is closure for SanaYuki nee? I\'m only so-so into the pairing but I\'ve fallen in love with them in this story. -sweatdrop- SanaTezu is awkward for me too, which is why their relationship totally didn\'t work out XD (that, and their previous boyfriends conspired to break them apart -sweatdrop-) with just the two of them, anyway. I hope that now, Yukimura will be kinder to Fuji ... err.... maybe... -sweatdrop- (as if I have no control over it...) Thank you, I\'m happy this story is still going even though it\'s been two years. Hurrah!



Sosise: ..... How can I put my love for you into words.... -dies- That was an intense, incredible review, thank you so much! Let\'s see....

(1) yes, I\'m really struggling with Atobe (you noticed...-gulp-)... his story doesn\'t fit into the FAtWR time line.... err.... still hoping to somehow reconcile thing.......... -sweats- (2) Sanada makes me laugh. I don\'t know how I ended up writing so much from his point of view. Out of the five, he\'s the most inept at recognizing the pain and emotions in others... actually, he\'s the only one who has no true sexual or relationship trauma (other than the parts with Yuki) so... he\'s thus the most naive. (3) Tezuka\'s a nicer guy than Fuji wants him to be -laughs- is the problem. XD (4) Awe, I\'m glad you felt that way... I\'ve somehow made myself care too much for Yuki writing this fic -sweatdrop- but he\'s so pretty, so my muses showered him with lots of angst and attention. (5) YES I AGREE -laugh- though I guess that\'s not something that can be agreed with XD; since it\'s a feeling rather than an opinion. But in the end, it\'s all about Fuji, w00t.

I\'m ... so happy... and so flattered...thank you.... I wish I could combine some of the chapters (like 20 and 21) but that would involve adding in extra effort -sweatdrop- XD; my original plan was to make lots of badly-needed edits before releasing on ff.net..... then I got lazy. -sweatdrop- But I am going to finish this story (within the year) and that\'s the most exciting part! XD; .....





And now we tumble towards the finish...

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Part 27

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Actually, Atobe had demanded they miss school and go out on Monday. Of course, Tezuka wouldn\'t agree to the ditch day, and after a lot of arguing (quiet arguing, as they were trying not to wake Yukimura), the diva was persuaded to make more typical Saturday arrangements.



Sanada had thought he\'d be going to the meeting place with Yukimura, but the bluenette disappeared after practice, saying he and Fuji had special plans and he would see him there. Rikkaidai\'s beloved captain had been on the phone all week during breaks, chatting and laughing with the most mischievous twinkle in his eye.



As the effeminate tennis star grew more and more excited about their upcoming date, the vice captain nearby felt more and more doom growing over his head. All he wanted to do was spend some nice, quality, \'make up the world to you\' time with Yukimura.



He arrived at Shibuya station only a few minutes before 2 p.m., briskly exiting so that he wouldn\'t be late. Even with the crowd of weekend shoppers, he was able to find Tezuka by the Hachiko statue, arms crossed and wearing his typical stoic expression.



"Did you get ditched too, by Fuji?" Sanada asked, quickly glancing around. It was unlike his captain to be late; the bluenette almost always showed up fifteen minutes early to any meeting or event, except for the time he\'d collapsed.



Tezuka shook his head and looked to the right. Following his line of sight, Sanada felt his jaw drop as he made out two familiar faces sitting by the planter.



What he was looking at was not two famous high school tennis players, but what anyone would have thought were two cute teenage girls. Fuji wore a wavy brown skirt that just barely failed to cover his knees, with a simple gray sweater. He wore the kind of sandals that platformed off the ground and had laces to loop around his ankles, along with light make-up and pearl earrings to compliment his oval face.



Yukimura was a complete contrast. He wore a stunning dark blue dress with thin, halter top straps covered by a black trench coat that went past the short skirt in length. With his wavy hair, deep red lipstick, and dainty white heels he looked like a Hollywood movie star, with a white alligator skin patterned wrist purse to match.



Quickly turning 180, Sanada covered his mouth with hand, hoping he wouldn\'t get a nosebleed. Those short skirts were something else.



An ahem drew his attention, and he turned back to find himself face to face with his now far too effeminate captain.



"Am I that unsightly?" Yukimura\'s smile was amused but the barest ting of uncertainty hung in his eyes.



Shaking his head rapidly, the vice captain blurted, "You\'re beautiful," shades of red blushing over his cheeks. To his surprise, the bluenette blushed too and looked shyly at the floor.



"See? It\'s not silly at all," Fuji smiled, making his way over. "And this way, we can act like couples in public, nee?"



Frowning, Sanada wondered how the brunette could walk about without a hint of shame. While Yukimura looked like a young college lady, Fuji looked like he couldn\'t be older than a freshman girl in high school. It was a dangerous age for anyone.



"... Wait, if the four of us make two couples, then what about Atobe?" The vice captain asked with a frown.



"Atobe\'s more than enough by himself," Yukimura rolled his eyes. "Actually, we changed at his estate, but we had to leave without him because Atobe was being Atobe, and, well, you\'ll see."



A moment later, as if summoned, one of the many Atobe family limos appeared, gleaming silver and pulling through the heavily crowded intersection. It stopped against the curb, blocking the lane of cars backing up behind it, and let out one very bright, very... Atobe... Atobe Keigo. Actually, bright was an understatement - he was practically sparkling in his tight, silver pants, sleek purple dress shirt that was missing a few of the topmost buttons, and were those frills on the cuffs? - along with a heavy silver necklace that sat upon the long sliver of exposed chest. And those boots, safari gloss crocodile leather with thick silver stitching, were so large and pointed they looked like they could kill. A large sapphire ring sat glowing on middle finger, and even his mole seemed to glitter. The crowd of weekend shoppers shifted, parting like the red sea as the bedecked elitist strut past, heading towards the statue.



Suddenly Sanada wanted to be very, very far away. The association alone was making him sweat.



"I thought the purpose of meeting at the train station was so we could all take the train," Fuji greeted, stepping towards the diva nonchalantly while the other three took a good step or two back.



It wasn\'t that they were afraid, no. They just had something called dignity to uphold.



"Ore-sama has tried that, once, and doesn\'t see the point," Atobe waved his hand in dismissal, his designer frills waving with it. "This attempt at plebian life is unnecessary."



". . . It\'s supposed to fun," Fuji sighed, waving the others over. In truth, the only reason Fuji and Yukimura had gone ahead was because the diva was taking so long to get ready they\'d gone on without him. His ability to preen was almost a talent, considering how long the two pseudo ladies had taken to figure out and adjust their make-up.



After a bit more fussing, cajoling, and silently lipped promises of blow jobs, the other three finally agreed to come within reasonable distance of the conspicuous diva, and the five of them set off down the row of skyscrapers.



Walking along side Sanada, Yukimura hesitated for a moment before slipped his hand into the vice captain\'s. "This is more of a proper date," he explained with a smile, squeezing the larger hand lightly to show he planned on holding it for the entire date. Skin turning red up to his ears, Sanada murmured but squeezed back. He\'d never held hands in public, but after the first few minutes the embarrassment started to fade. Yukimura\'s hand was warm in his palm and fit there so nicely, as if this were where it belonged.



Fuji stood close to Tezuka, his hands tucked behind him in his typical reserved fashion. The tensai had his usual close lipped smile while the captain had his typical stoic frown. Meanwhile the diva strut between the front and the back, choosing based which store windows interested him more, or maybe which ones produced a better reflection for him gaze at his reflected self.



It was all an act, Fuji knew, but it was still amusing to watch. He wondered how long it would be before Atobe discussed his already planned future with the others, but decided to push aside the thought for now. Today, he just wanted to enjoy the outing, this special time the five of them could spend together in the purity of their youth.



They arrived at their first destination, the Parco shopping mall, and since Yukimura and Fuji had the opportunity they went after a women\'s department store, dragging the three still dressed as men along with them. Laughing, the two effeminate devils explained they were both wearing their older sisters\' clothes, and that they wanted some of their own. Before long they were browsing through lingerie, giggling to each other over cup sizes. Sanada\'s face stung red with embarrassment and Tezuka\'s eye developed a constant twitch, as Atobe pranced around helping the two pseudo ladies chose.



"Seiichi, this leopard print suits you," the diva\'s voice projected clearly from the fitting room, which he had fit himself into along with Yukimura and Fuji. "No no, not like that, if you drape it like this - yes, mm, like that."



"Keigo, ano..." Fuji\'s voice. "I don\'t know if this faux fur is right for me, I like this white one better."



"I like the white one too, Syuusuke," chimed Yukimura. "By the way, I found this for you, I\'ll help you put it on -"



"Se-seichi ... it... oh... aah...."



"Ahn, ore-sama approves."



"Sei ... please, I can\'t, not now-"



"Fine, but you know there will be punishment later."



At this point, Sanada and Tezuka agreed to wait outside by the store\'s entrance.



Since Fuji and Yukimura had taken too much time getting dressed up to eat lunch, the group stopped by a cafe for a snack. They huddled around two small circular tables pushed together while the bluenette brought over a tray. Atobe\'s brow raised in interest when he saw the two innocent looking slices of cake next to the triangular sandwiches.



Smirking, the wavy haired captain set one slice in front of himself and the other by Fuji. Digging daintily into the layers with his tiny dessert fork, the blunette took the first bite with a satisfied murmur, then loaded up the second one... but didn\'t eat it. Instead, Sanada froze then turned red as Yukimura brought the fork towards his vice captain\'s mouth, a cream covered slice of strawberry hanging between them.



"Say \'aah\'," the bluenette cooed, his smile as innocent as a sunflower but his eyes batting like an imp\'s. Inside, the vice captain suffered through a mental battle with his masculinity, but he had sworn to himself that he would do whatever he had to to make up for what he had done, and if this was what the beau wanted...



"A..a...aa...."



Chuckling, the bluenette gently placed the piece inside Sanada\'s mouth, which somehow managed to close. The strawberry was alright but the frosting was too sweet, matching his captain\'s teasing smile. The mock lady took a bite off the same fork, then went back to the torturous baby feeding.



"No," Tezuka sternly answered before being asked, leaving Fuji to pout over his slice of cappuccino cake.



"Keigo, \'aah\'," the tensai turned to the smirking elitist to deliver his fork speared cake.



Atobe learned over the table, accepting the piece, then wrapping his tongue around the fork with a bit of a moan. Taking his own fork, he loaded it with a piece from the cake\'s corner, drawing it through the air and into Fuji\'s open lips.



"Mmmm Keigo," Fuji moaned, his brow crinkling in ecstasy as he sucked frosting off the fork\'s silver prongs.



"Syuusuke," the diva purred, taking another tiny piece from Fuji\'s fork, then offering one of his own. Yukimura chuckled into his hand as other customers\' whispers became obvious around them.



"Mmm Keigo, put more in, I want a bigger-"



Tezuka grabbed the fork out of Atobe\'s hand, finishing the slice in a flurry of seconds, then grabbed Yukimura\'s piece and forced that down as well. A bit green in the face, he swiftly cleaned up the tray and shuffled the group from their seats and out the door.



"I believe it\'s my turn," the bespectacled brunette deadpanned once the trio of ukes were able to calm down and stop laughing. He waived towards a nearby BookOff, the multimedia book store towering four stories high. Fuji was the one who picked the girl\'s clothing store, and Yukimura picked the cafe, so this would be Tezuka\'s pick.



Relieved by the safe route, Sanada escaped into the languages section, looking for an English dictionary which he had need of anyway for class. The two \'ladies\' followed after Tezuka, curious as to whether or not he had an ulterior motive (as they had had when they made their choices), but were disappointed when the stone faced captain picked out a traditional looking book with all kanji characters on the spine. Atobe disappeared into the business books aisle, and Fuji and Yukimura both had different series they were reading, so soon all five of them drifted off to different sections. They spend a peaceful hour, browsing and reading, before making their purchases and meeting at the front.



Sanada wasn\'t sure what to pick, since for him, shopping meant a trip to the basic shirts and jeans mart or tennis or kendo related stores. He settled for the two story shoe store they\'d passed up the street.



It turned out to be a mistake.



"Try on these ones," Yukimura giggled - yes, giggled, he was giggling now - and passed Fuji a pair of pointy, glittery silver heels. He himself was sporting a pair of Dior slippers with leather knots tied into bows wrapped around his ankles. Fuji slipped off the five-inch heels he was wearing to try on the new pair, meanwhile passing a pair of neon green, pleather stilettos to Atobe, who\'d somehow joined the two in trying on whatever ridiculous things they could find. They were having too much fun, giggling, giggling, and Sanada wanted to punch every guy who passed by, because he swore they were all looking at his Seiichi. But he was trying to avoid actually entering the woman\'s section, so he went back to browsing athletic shoes.



A minute later, Atobe was dragging both him and Tezuka, who\'d been hiding at the front entrance reading his new book, towards men\'s dress shoes. There was probably a whole cow and a few alligators with all the animal skin fashioned along the row. Sanada didn\'t know who Kenneth Cole was, but he was sure the man must be blind by now by the shine gleaming from the perfectly polished black leather.



Atobe made a few snide comments about deerskin being "so last season," before forcing the two semes through rounds of different pairs practically in competition with the two pseudo ladies on the other side of the shop. By the time they were done, the sales person was ringing up a two thousand dollar order with all purchases to be shipped directly to the Atobe mansion.



Sanada grimaced thinking of the long, triangular toed boots that he\'d be forced to take home. Tezuka\'s at least were a solid brown color but neither men could figure out what material they were made out of that made them gleam like wax. Fuji smiled brightly while showing off his new UGG boots, while Yukimura had a more tiger like grin with his black ankle boot stilettos. Atobe himself didn\'t buy anything because, apparently, all of his shoes were personally tailored for him - how shoes could be taylored, only Fuji really wanted to know, and the others bribed him into not asking.



Unfortunately Sanada wasn\'t allowed a second pick, and both he and Tezuka moped for a bit as Atobe took his turn, leading them up to the top floor of one of the highest skyscrapers in Shibuya.



"This shabby place was all I could find," sighed the diva, as the elevator dinged open.



The five youths were greeted by the sight of nighttime Tokyo, spiraling lights sprawling below them in a dazzling array. A wall of glass encircled the small, circular floor of the restaurant, granting patrons a sensational view in any direction. Soft lighting and simple decor further lightened the air, and the black vested waiters added to the elegance with their calm, fluid motions.



As expected of a Saturday night, the restaurant was filled with couples and light chatter. Each table was very well spaced, and though all chairs were full, there were few enough people that a gentle quiet enveloped the atmosphere along with soft, live piano music. They were quickly seated and waited upon, and even Tezuka, who disliked flamboyance, looked impressed.



While the others browsed and fussed over the menu, Yukimura quickly made his selection and settled down to tacitly sip the tea he\'d ordered. It\'d been a long time since he\'d truly rested, simply observed rather than being involved.



Fuji was explaining to Tezuka, who sat next to him, the difference in the types of pasta. The blue haired captain could see why everyone had said they were the perfect couple. It was not so much that they were perfect together, so much as that they looked perfect together. The tensai\'s gentle countenance, his soft smile together with Tezuka\'s serious, firm expression, the way they touched each other lightly as if that was all they needed to understand each other - they seemed serene and tranquil, like a perfectly clear pool of water that was too beautiful to disturb.



Perhaps that was the problem - everyone had such high expectations for them that they\'d begun to have high expectations of themselves that they couldn\'t live up to. Tezuka couldn\'t forgive himself, and Fuji trusted him so deeply that he didn\'t even recognize that he\'d been hurt, and thus couldn\'t figure out that Tezuka dumped him for his own protection.



Sighing internally, Yukimura wondered if his problems with Sanada were similar, but he had the feeling that they were something else. His raven haired adjunct had been especially good to him the past week, but the captain knew it would take more time then that for them to overcome the rift that had grown between them. They hadn\'t really stayed friends, as Fuji and Tezuka had. In his desperation to keep his dirty secret, Yukimura had hurt both physically and emotionally the only one who truly loved him. He hadn\'t been able to trust his vice captain, and the incident with Atobe was only an excuse. Yukimura had been so frightened back then, he\'d lashed out at the only person who would never hurt him. Even during the years they barely talked to each other, Sanada was still near him, guarding him in subtle ways.



Because of that, even though they were no longer together, Yukimura had still felt as though the vice captain was his. It was only when Sanada started dating Tezuka that reality had kicked in... the person Yukimura still loved, the one he could not let go of, had drifted away. Instead of letting go, the bluenette had grown an insatiable rage, which he\'d let loose on his kitten, on Fuji, and...



The waiter came to take their orders, breaking Yukimura out of his train of thought. It was probably for the better; Atobe was eyeing him with that silly pose he liked to use, where he pressed his fingers against his nose, and Sanada seemed to be brooding.



They must have looked terribly out of place to the other diners. A special table had been arranged for them, slightly larger than the others so that it could perfectly fit five, and the two pseudo girls sat across from each other, pinned in by three males. Sanada was rather imposing with his large stature atypical of the Japanese, and he and Tezuka looked much older than the others with their expressions so serious and firm. Atobe seemed amused by the glances they were getting, no doubt elated by the attention, as if all four lovers belonged to him and his prowess. None of them seemed bothered, though, for which Yukimura was relieved; he had dragged them all into this fivesome for his own twisted reasons, but that meant the creation of something abnormal, something awkward if not somewhat shameful. Fine evening dining was not meant for them; and in a country with such strong dating culture, it would be hard for them to fit in in many places. But even so... even so...



"Yuki-chan," Fuji\'s teasing voice called for his attention, and he smiled at his fellow mock female before accepting the piece of farfalle pasta straight off the tensai\'s fork with an "aah-mph." Yuki-chan was the girl\'s name they\'d decided for him, though so far Sanada and Tezuka had managed to grunt their way out of calling him it.



The tensai had conceived, planned and orchestrated their temporary conversion to the female guise for the day. At first, Yukimura had been offended by the idea of posing as a girl; he already hated being mistaken for one. But the prospect of being able to act like a couple in public, something he\'d never had the privilege of before, was too exciting for him to turn down. As awkward as a five person group could be, today\'s date would have been unthinkable if they went as five males. Wearing a dress was horribly embarrassing, but Sanada seemed to really like it. It reminded the effeminate captain of the days back at the start of junior high, where he\'d grown out his hair in an attempt to appear more attractive to his brawny teammate, who\'d been rumored to like girls with long hair.



"Fujiko-chan," Yukimura smiled, returning the favor during the dessert course with a bite of his Monte Bianco. Apparently the tensai already had the nickname from some of his teammates.



Afterward they spent at least twenty minutes in the women\'s restroom, fixing their lipstick and powder and hair, exchanging amused looks as other women going in and out joined them. Since women only used stalls, they didn\'t have to worry about seeing anything inappropriate. Exiting, they found three teenaged males in a heated debate over who would win the French Open, and Yukimura was about to join in when Fuji grabbed Tezuka\'s and Atobe\'s hands with each of his own, and dragged them towards the elevators. Laughing, \'Yuki-chan\' took hold of Sanada\'s, who smiled back at him, making him blush self-consciously. He should definitely dress like this more often, he thought, if Sanada was going to look at him with eyes like that.



Fuji managed to keep hold of Tezuka\'s hand as they exited the elevators, gliding through the lobby with a true smile on his face. For many years he\'d given up hope of even being able to touch the bespectacled brunette again, never mind openly flirting with him in public. Cold night air struck the moment the lobby doors slid open, and the contact was broken as Tezuka took of his coat to drape it on Fuji. The honey haired brunette pulled it around himself with a chuckle, amused by the characteristic act of chivalry.



The station was still quite a ways away, and it was pretty late, as they\'d spent almost two hours in the restaurant. They drifted in and out of the remaining open shops, ogling the displays. Tokyo Saturday nights were far from quiet, though the crowds had changed from daytime shoppers to evening party seekers and bar hoppers. It was an older crowd but younger at the same time, and Yukimura and Atobe fit right in with their attire. But it\'d been a long day for the teenagers, who\'d all started training around dawn, and they passed along quietly, enjoying the end of their night.



A whistle pierced Yukimura\'s ears. His eyes swung to catch a group of guys crouched near the edge of an alleyway, whistling at him with leery grins on their stubbled faces. They were older, bigger all around, decked in street clothes, and he heard one of them call, "Nice legs!" Pulling his lips down in disgust, Yukimura looked away with a humph as he walked passed.



"Fine, bitch," the same man sneered, pawing down his spikey bleached hair. Sanada turned with a growl but the dark haired captain yanked him back, shaking his head. The punks were obviously drunk and not worth the trouble.



"Hey, you\'ll play with us, won\'t you cutie?" The blond grabbed Fuji\'s arm, holding it up with a smirk. The tensai had been walking in back, and now he just stood there stunned, his eyes wide with surprise as he stared at the man holding his wrist.



It happened so fast: suddenly the guy was not anywhere near Fuji, instead he was crashing into a wall. Tezuka stood in his place, fist clenched and arm curled as he drew back after his heavy punch. His expression hadn\'t really changed, yet somehow he looked more serious, more angry, and more dangerous than he ever had.



"Fucking - !" One of the guy\'s friends, a redhead with a gap in his teeth swung at Tezuka, who easily dodged, grabbed the arm as it passed his head, and used the man\'s own momentum to send him tumbling into the alley. A third man, his black hair greased back to match his black leather jacket, jumped in with a punch of his own, but Tezuka deflected this too, side stepping and then tripping the guy so he slammed onto the floor.



Sanada was about to rush in, but Fuji waved him and the others calmly back. "You\'ll only get in the way," the brunette smiled, as if discussing some class project. "Kunimitsu is third degree black belt-" As if illustrating the explanation, Tezuka front kicked the last guy out of the way, completely unnerved at facing four guys at once. "in Judo. He was trained by his grandfather-" The redhead charged with an angry yell only to get thrust-punched in the face. "-who is an active instructor for the Tokyo metropolitan police."



The one in the leather jacket tried grabbing Tezuka from behind, only to find himself flying to the ground after a sweeping hip throw. The fourth guy had already run away, and the redhead took one more palm thrust to the head before grabbing at his friend on the floor and pulling him away.



Atobe let out a sigh of relief, but suddenly Fuji tensed, his body stiffening like cooled wax.



Then he was gone, dashing at the blond, who\'d been on the ground for most of the fight but was now slinking towards Tezuka, a glint of metal flashing in his hand... but Fuji got to him first. In a blur the tensai grabbed a plank from the side of the ally way, and kicked the man in the back of his knee, knocking him onto the ground. And suddenly everything went from fast forward to frozen, as Fuji\'s arm, which had been swinging the wooden plank down, stopped dead in the air by the firm grip Tezuka had on his elbow. The blond jerked his head slowly, wondering what the hell had just happened, to see two rusty nails protruding from the wood, inches from his eyes.



He dropped the knife with a terrified yell, scrambling up and running off, almost tripping over his own feet in his panic. Fuji stood still with the wood still in his hand, his cold, cold eyes still focused on the spot where the blond had been. He opened his lips as if to say something, then closed them, pressing them thinly together. There was no smile, no mask. Tezuka took the plank from him and cast it aside, kicking the knife aside as well.



Yukimura let go of the breath he didn\'t know he was holding, the beeping of Atobe\'s cell phone echoing in his ears, but it was as if all sound had ceased. There might have been sirens, he thought he\'d heard someone shout for the police to be called. Fuji\'s eyes were still open, the icy blue sharp but not meeting anyone\'s eyes as Tezuka pulled him out of the alley.



"Tezuka, we\'re running," said Atobe, his voice eerily serious, and the five of them jogged towards a more major street. The limo pulled up to them a few minutes later, and they scrambled inside, feeling relief as the police sirens faded.



Unable to control his trembling, Yukimura collapsed inside Sanada\'s comforting embrace, relieved they were going back to Atobe\'s where they\'d left their clothes. The diva was dialing another number, then chatting rapidly on his phone, his voice distressed but still in controlled as he made arrangements for their return. A warm bath and midnight tea were soothing thoughts for the shaken teenagers.



Fuji, though, said nothing, his cool, crystalline eyes staring distantly out the window.

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A/N: I always knew I would hate writing this chapter, even though it was planned from the beginning (more than many of the other parts in this fic -sweatdrop-). I\'m glad I still managed to bend the story into making it happen -sigh- somewhat... Err.... at least I hope it wasn\'t too awkward. I feel like I\'ve been writing a lot of action scenes lately, sigh, not very good at that.



This chapter was missing lemons, fuu. But the final chapter (yes, I swear, I\'m making the next chapter the last....) will be plenty sour. -grin-



So yes, there\'s still a little more to come, so please review! I\'d really like feedback on this one, especially if any parts are confusing. DX