Breaking Point
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Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,402
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Breaking Point
“Ne, Tezuka.”
Tezuka turned to see Fuji walking towards him. Practice had just concluded, and the tennis club members were milling about the locker room changing back into their school uniforms. Ryouma had been missing for three days, and was still nowhere to be seen.
“What is it, Fuji?” Tezuka replied.
“I just wondered if you wanted to have lunch today,” the fair-haired boy smiled behind closed eyelids. “My treat.”
Tezuka thought for a second. He didn’t like fraternizing with the members of the team, preferring to keep to himself for the most part, but he had skipped breakfast this morning to get to class early so he could ask the teacher a question. Besides, if he was going to fraternize with anybody, it would be Fuji.
“Fine. Where do you wish to eat?”
“Well, actually, I was going to cook something at my house. Is that okay with you?”
Tezuka didn’t hesitate. “I don’t think that would be appropriate, Fuji.”
Fuji’s smile faded slightly. “Why not?”
“...don’t you trust me?”
Tezuka paused. It was true, there was no real reason not to spend time with Fuji. He was, after all, a teammate, and Tezuka placed complete trust in all his teammates. But his lone wolf tendencies were very strong, and not so easy to set aside.
“Please, Tezuka?” Suddenly, Fuji was right next to him whispering in his ear. Tezuka stiffened as he felt the tensai’s hand running down the nape of his neck.
“Fine. Let’s go.” He turned and left the locker room. Outside, he saw Momo.
“Momoshiro.”
“Yes, buchou?”
“If you see Ryouma, tell him that for every practice he misses, he’s going to run 50 laps in addition to the 150 he’s earned for missing the past three practices.” It felt good to give out punishment. Not that he was sadistic or anything, but it was familiar. And what had happened in the locker room was definitely not familiar.
“Yes, buchou, I’ll tell him!” Momo shouted before speeding off on his bike. Tezuka turned back to Fuji, and thought he caught a glimpse of azure eyes and a smug smile before his face smoothed back into its normal deceptively sunny expression.
“Ready, Tezuka?”
Tezuka said nothing, merely fell into step beside Fuji. It was a long walk to the tensai’s house, but the trip was made in complete silence. This was more suited to Tezuka’s demeanor, and he became more relaxed as they neared their destination.
They stopped at a blue two-story house. Fuji unlocked the door and took off his shoes before disappearing inside. Tezuka did the same and followed. Fuji was headed towards the kitchen.
“Come in here, Tezuka, we’ll sit at the kitchen table and eat.” Tezuka followed the sound of Fuji’s voice and seated himself at the table. The tensai finished mixing something at the counter, and he turned with two drinks in his hand.
“Here, iced tea.”
Tezuka grunted a thank you, and took a few sips. Fuji sat across from him and studied him with azure eyes.
Hmm, curious. Fuji didn’t usually open his eyes unless he was plotting something. Tezuka pondered this as he sipped his iced tea. It didn’t make sense that Fuji would be planning something, especially against the captain himself, but those eyes made him uneasy. Perhaps it was because.....perhaps it was.....wait, what was he thinking about again? Something about Fuji...why was it so hard to focus on Fuji’s face? Why was it so hard to focus period...what...who....
Fuji smiled as Tezuka’s head collapsed on the table and he fell into darkness...
Tezuka turned to see Fuji walking towards him. Practice had just concluded, and the tennis club members were milling about the locker room changing back into their school uniforms. Ryouma had been missing for three days, and was still nowhere to be seen.
“What is it, Fuji?” Tezuka replied.
“I just wondered if you wanted to have lunch today,” the fair-haired boy smiled behind closed eyelids. “My treat.”
Tezuka thought for a second. He didn’t like fraternizing with the members of the team, preferring to keep to himself for the most part, but he had skipped breakfast this morning to get to class early so he could ask the teacher a question. Besides, if he was going to fraternize with anybody, it would be Fuji.
“Fine. Where do you wish to eat?”
“Well, actually, I was going to cook something at my house. Is that okay with you?”
Tezuka didn’t hesitate. “I don’t think that would be appropriate, Fuji.”
Fuji’s smile faded slightly. “Why not?”
“...don’t you trust me?”
Tezuka paused. It was true, there was no real reason not to spend time with Fuji. He was, after all, a teammate, and Tezuka placed complete trust in all his teammates. But his lone wolf tendencies were very strong, and not so easy to set aside.
“Please, Tezuka?” Suddenly, Fuji was right next to him whispering in his ear. Tezuka stiffened as he felt the tensai’s hand running down the nape of his neck.
“Fine. Let’s go.” He turned and left the locker room. Outside, he saw Momo.
“Momoshiro.”
“Yes, buchou?”
“If you see Ryouma, tell him that for every practice he misses, he’s going to run 50 laps in addition to the 150 he’s earned for missing the past three practices.” It felt good to give out punishment. Not that he was sadistic or anything, but it was familiar. And what had happened in the locker room was definitely not familiar.
“Yes, buchou, I’ll tell him!” Momo shouted before speeding off on his bike. Tezuka turned back to Fuji, and thought he caught a glimpse of azure eyes and a smug smile before his face smoothed back into its normal deceptively sunny expression.
“Ready, Tezuka?”
Tezuka said nothing, merely fell into step beside Fuji. It was a long walk to the tensai’s house, but the trip was made in complete silence. This was more suited to Tezuka’s demeanor, and he became more relaxed as they neared their destination.
They stopped at a blue two-story house. Fuji unlocked the door and took off his shoes before disappearing inside. Tezuka did the same and followed. Fuji was headed towards the kitchen.
“Come in here, Tezuka, we’ll sit at the kitchen table and eat.” Tezuka followed the sound of Fuji’s voice and seated himself at the table. The tensai finished mixing something at the counter, and he turned with two drinks in his hand.
“Here, iced tea.”
Tezuka grunted a thank you, and took a few sips. Fuji sat across from him and studied him with azure eyes.
Hmm, curious. Fuji didn’t usually open his eyes unless he was plotting something. Tezuka pondered this as he sipped his iced tea. It didn’t make sense that Fuji would be planning something, especially against the captain himself, but those eyes made him uneasy. Perhaps it was because.....perhaps it was.....wait, what was he thinking about again? Something about Fuji...why was it so hard to focus on Fuji’s face? Why was it so hard to focus period...what...who....
Fuji smiled as Tezuka’s head collapsed on the table and he fell into darkness...