Chapter 1: An Abnormal Day

(A/N: Konnichiwa minna-san! Mimi Ishida desu! Well, this is my first POT fic, so ya gotta be gentle with me. Lolz, personally I'm a HUGE Eiji fan and likes FujixEiji, but ironically I'm writing my first POT fic on FujixRyoma. Why you ask? Because of Crystal! Yes, my Ryoma obsessed friend who loves the coupling of FujixRyoma. Hopefully you guys would too. Ehh, I was thinking about writing an angsty fic, but I guess comedy is preferred. Thank you Crystal for the inspiration and the support! O.O Okay, I'll shut up now. Enjoy. And please R&R! ^^)

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            It was your normal average morning where you would rise up from your bed from the sound of the noisy alarm clock, slapping on the button to shut it off. Then after a few more minutes of sleeping in, you would groggily get out of your bed from the right side and see what time it is. Then you would freak out and hastily put on your school uniform and splash cold water over your face. You would run down to the kitchen and take a huge bite out of the American toast breakfast you detest. As you gulp down your orange juice you would run outside, expecting to see Momo senpai ride on a bicycle, so he can take you to school.

            This was your normal routine. This was how you normally started off your day. But today was quite different….

            "Fuji senpai?" Ryoma Echizen, the uke of the fic and the hero of the anime looks up to the older boy, as he looked at him with surprise. "What are you doing here?"

            "Ah, good morning Echizen! Let's go to school on my bicycle," Fuji smiled gently at the younger boy.

            "Momo senpai always give me a ride." Ryoma stated, as he looked towards the other direction. "I don't need one from you."

            Fuji continued to smile down. It is amazing how this star prodigy constantly has his eyelids close 24/7 and tends to open them time to time during the most serious situations. The sight of him smiling with his eyes closed peeved Ryoma a bit, as he shrugged and turned his back on him.

            "Momo is not coming today. I will take you today." Fuji smiled continuously, as he motions for Ryoma to hop on the back.

            Ryoma shrugged, as he got on the bike and grabbed onto Fuji's shoulders. The ride was much more uncomfortable this way due to the fact that Fuji was indeed shorter which meant that Ryoma would have to bend down a bit to feel secure.

            The fox eyed boy stumbled a bit on the bike, as he tried to reach his destination. Was this his first time riding a bike? The world does not know.  He continued to struggle after numerous risks of almost getting killed by fast passing by cars and random telephone poles and fire hydrants. The boy struggle getting pass mailboxes and stopped abruptly to let a frail kitten pass by. Ryoma hurled forward a bit as he firmly grasped on Fuji's shoulders.

            "Fuji senpai?"

            "Hmm?"

            "Do you know how to ride a bike?"

            "Well, I must admit this is my first time….."

            Ryoma riskily jumped off the jump, causing Fuji to hit the breaks.

            "Echizen! How could you do something so reckless like that?" Fuji asked, with his eyes magically opened. The piercing bluish green eyes gazed into Ryoma's gold-ish red ones with concern.

            Ryoma smirked at the older boy, as he motioned for him to get off. Ryoma grabbed the handle bars, as he pointed behind him. Fuji stared mindlessly for a second and finally understood the message Ryoma was sending him.

            Fuji smiled once more as he grabbed on Ryoma's shoulders securely, as the younger boy safely got them to school. Of course there were numerous murmurings on why an upper classman would ride on top of a lower classman. They got to the bicycle shack, as Fuji swiftly jumped off and grabbed his bag which hung onto the handle bar.

            "Thank you Echizen." Fuji smiled warmly. "I will be seeing you after school."

            Ryoma nodded, as he briskly walked to his classroom, having no clue what would be in stored for him that day.

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            School ended normally in a normal way of Ryoma constantly sleeping in class and being forced to wake up and do an impossible problem on the board and get it right. Ryoma thanked god that it wasn't his turn for clean up duty and headed over to the boy's locker room. He lazily got in and noticed that he was early, but he wasn't the only one in there.

            "We meet again Echizen," Fuji smiled once more as he unbuttoned his school uniform, revealing his slender white skin.

            "Yo," Ryoma mumbled, as he fumbled with his buttons. The air was quite uncomfortable in the room, being alone, just the two of them….removing their shirts….revealing their skin….just the two of them…..in this uncomfortable atmosphere….

            Ryoma lifted the shirt up and remove over his head. He yanked it hard, but paused has he felt an unbearable pain throbbing through his head.

            The button got stuck in his hair.

            "Ahh…Owww….." Ryoma bent down as he rubbed his head, as the shirt continued to stick on his head.

            "Echizen! Are you alright?" Fuji hastily came to his aid, as he took a look at what was causing him the pain. Fuji grabbed on the shirt to untangle the hair from the button, as he did his best not to hurt the younger boy.

            Ryoma winced in pain as he looked up. To his horror he faced Fuji's pale chest and noticed that the older boy indeed had six packs.

            Ryoma continued to stare in amazement how this scrawny older senpai can possibly have a six pack.  He must have trained hard to get them.

            "You can touch them if you like." Fuji smiled, as Ryoma flushed with embarrassment.

            "I wasn't looking at them." Ryoma snapped.

            "I never said you were looking at them." Fuji continued to smile. "But you were starring at them so long and intently…."

            "I wasn't!" Ryoma protested, as he glared at the ground. Then he felt a sudden purge of pain. "OWWWWWW!"

            "Ah, sorry, sorry. This is quite a knot." Fuji apologized. "I can't seem to take it out. The only way for you to move on is to actually wear that shirt on your head, unless you want to chop off your hair and be bald like Oishi."

            Ryoma was horrified. What could be worse? To wear your school shirt around your head like an Arabian turban? Or to cut your hair bald with two bangs just like your senpai? Ryoma shuddered.

            "We'll find a way, at the moment keep this around your head. I'll secure it for you." Fuji wrapped the shirt around his head and tied a knot.

            Ryoma flushed with anger, as he looked at himself in the mirror. He did indeed look helplessly ridiculous.

            Then sounds of the locker room door clicked open.

            "OH MY GAWD! IT'S AN ARABIAN!!" Momo screamed out, as he pointed at the younger boy.

            "Where? Where? We should tie him up and sell him!" Eiji jumped in, as he tackled the younger boy. "I never knew he would be so short!"

            Momo joined in the tackling, as the two pinned Ryoma helplessly down.

            "Get off." Ryoma mumbled.

            "He speaks our language!" Eiji cried out.

            "Amazing," Momo was awestruck, as he taped Ryoma's hands with tape. "He doesn't have dark skin."

            "Maybe because he's always hiding in Japan." Eiji giggled.

            "Um, you guys…." Fuji smiled. "I don't think the police would 'buy' young tennis players."

            "GET OFF!" Ryoma jumped up as he kicked Momo and Eiji in the crouch.

            "OWWW! HOLY SHIT!" The two grabbed on their crouches as tears formed from their eyes with pain.

            "OCHIBI! I WAS GOING TO APOLOGIZE! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" Eiji muffled, as he rolled on the ground.

            Ryoma shrugged, as he left the locker room. This was ridiculous. This wasn't happening.

            "Echizen!" Fuji ran up to the boy. "I'll walk with you, in case other people decided to sell you."

            Ryoma shrugged, as he started to do some stretches. Then he grabbed his tennis racket. "Warm up with me."

            Fuji smiled. "No."

            "Why not?"

            "Because I don't want too."

            "You afraid of losing?"

            "Of course not."

            "Let's play a set match." Ryoma smirked.

            "Okay, but only if the winner gets something."

            "Okay, I want to have the title of being the tennis prodigy."

            "What if I win?" Fuji continued to smile.

            "What do you want?"

            "I want you to be my slave for one day." Fuji smiled.

            "Whatever. Let's play." Ryoma shrugged, as he ignored that thought. He wasn't going to lose. He refuses to lose. He would win this game and gain that title of "Tennis Prodigy".

            Fuji stood up as he clasped his hand around his tennis racket. The two boys walked towards the tennis court as it was decided that Ryoma would serve first.

            Ryoma threw up the ball, as he twisted it a bit.

            "Echizen, I will finish this game in 5 minutes." Fuji smiled, as Ryoma's eyes widened in wonder.

            It would be impossible. It's just like suicide. 5 minutes was an awful short time.

            "If you don't, you lose automatically," Ryoma smirked.

            "Okay." Fuji smiled.

(A/N: The story definitely does not end here. Well, hopefully you guys enjoyed the first chapter. Please excuse Eiji and Momo's idiocy. ^^;; I'm thinking about sticking in a lemon scene some time soon….maybe! ^_____^ Things may heat up a bit….:p It doesn't hurt to leave a review! Criticism and comments welcomed!)