Chapter 5: Be my slave

(A/N: Hello everyone!! Thank you once more for all the support and kind reviews. They make me happy. ^____^ Sadly this is the last chapter and I am not thinking of a sequel, so I apologize for that. Perhaps in the future I may reconsider of doing one, but I kind of doubt that. I'm currently planning to work on my other pot fic that I kind of neglected for awhile, so please look forward to that despite the fact it's not FujiRyo. Well, I hope you enjoyed the fic overall and…..Crystal, you owe me big time. xDDDD)

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            Ryoma woke up the next morning, as his eyelids felt heavy. He tried his best to open them as he looked at his alarm clock. The image of his alarm clock was quite blurry as Ryoma squinted his eyes to see what time it was.

            "Just five more minutes…." Ryoma closed his eyelids, as he heard someone yelling outside.

            "HEY!! ECHIZEN!!!"

            Ryoma sat up as he blinked. He calmly got out of his bed as he looked out the window, seeing Momo senpai waving his arms frantically.

            "What are you doing here?" Ryoma asked coolly, as he looked down from his window.

            "I came to take you to school idiot!!" Momo called out as he stuck out his tongue.

            "Oh." Ryoma frowned slightly. Fuji senpai didn't come. Well, it was obvious that Fuji senpai wouldn't come, why would he come anyway? It was a normal routine for Momo senpai to come, so Ryoma didn't need to frown. It didn't matter who took him to school, it wasn't like he actually cared about such small stupid things.

            "You are going to make me wait or what?" Momo called out.

            "I'll be there in a minute," Ryoma called out as he walked into his bathroom and washed his face. He began to wipe his face with a towel as he noticed Fuji's shirt with the corner of his eye. He slowly placed the towel down as he walked over to the folded shirt. He remembered asking his cousin to wash it the other day.

            Ryoma ran his small fingers down the soft blue shirt as his fingertips slightly touched the tip of the button. He traced the outline of the collar and moved his finger down the sleeve.  The smell wasn't there anymore. Fuji senpai's smell of course. All that Ryoma smelled was the same smell from his newly washed clothes. It didn't have Fuji's scent, but for some reason Ryoma tried to remember that smell.

            "ECHIZEN!!!"

            Ryoma's train of thoughts was broken, as the voice of Momo senpai sounded quite impatient.  He shook his head and immediately removed his hand from making further contact with Fuji's shirt.

            "What the hell am I doing?" Ryoma ran his fingers through his hair as he quickly wore his school uniform. He grabbed a comb and roughly combed his hair. Ryoma hastily reached for the blue shirt and stuffed it in his school bag as he also reached for his tennis bag. He ran down the stairs as he gulped down a glass of milk and stuffed a piece of toast in his mouth.

            Ryoma stuffed his feet in his tennis shoes as he ran out of the house. "I'm leaving!"

            "Have a nice day at school!" Ryoma's cousin called out as she watched him run towards Momo.

            "FINALLY!" Momo folded his arms as he looked down at Ryoma. "Just one minute, eh?"

            "We aren't even late for school." Ryoma stated as he secured his bag around his shoulder. "Why did you come so early?"

            "I have retake come test, so I decided to pick you up early," Momo quickly got on his bicycle as he nodded his head. Ryoma nodded back as he got on Momo's back, securing his hands on Momo's shoulders.

            Momo began to go as thoughts ran through Ryoma's head. He recalled how Fuji senpai attempted at bringing him to school without knowing how to ride on a bike properly. The thought gave him a small smirk as he remembered how foolish Fuji senpai looked.

            "What are you grinning about?" Momo asked as he took one glance at Ryoma.

            Ryoma's smirk immediately turned into a frown. "Nothing."

            "You know, you can be so stubborn at times Echizen," Momo pouted.

            Ryoma didn't say anything as he saw fire hydrants and lamp posts on their way to school. His mind filled only of Fuji senpai as he couldn't help smirking even more.

            But he should forget such thoughts. They weren't important.

            Momo locked his bike up as he turned to Ryoma. "Well, I'm going to head up to class. I'll see you later."

            "Later." Ryoma nodded as he decided to drop off his tennis stuff in the locker. He walked towards the locker room as he hastily tossed his bag into his locker. He sat on the bench as he looked up to the ceiling. Then his eyes shifted down the compartments of the other members. Of course none of the freshman lockers were in use except his own since freshman students didn't come to school so early. Then he looked at the sophomores which hardly had any either. His eyes shifted over to the seniors as he noticed that one slot was filled. He took a closer look as he noticed that the locker belonged to Fuji senpai, which meant that Fuji senpai was at school at that moment.

            Ryoma quickly stood up as he got out of the locker room. Then he stopped. What was he getting all worked up for? Ryoma shook his head. He wasn't planning to find Fuji-senpai, was he?

            Ryoma kicked a random fanta can as he sighed. Then he ran into the school building.

            He blamed his instincts.

            Ryoma ran to the senior classroom of 3-6. He stood in front of the closed doors as he hesitated for a second, debating whether or not to open the doors. It wasn't like he was going to greet Fuji-senpai with an open hug. Ryoma's hand lifted midair, grabbing on the door tightly. Then his grip loosens as his hand fell. Then once again, his touched the slide door once more, wondering if he should open the door….

            "What are you doing Echizen-kun?"

            Ryoma jumped in surprise as he turned around. Surely enough he was face to face with Fuji-senpai.

            "Nothing." Ryoma replied coolly, although deep inside, he was rather surprised.

            "Nothing you say? I don't think standing in front of my classroom door is nothing." Fuji smiled.

            "I just wanted to ask Kikumaru senpai some stuff." Ryoma shifted his head.

            "Hmm….really? But everyone knows that Eiji always comes to school late," Fuji continued to smile with his fox-like eyes.

            "Hmph." Ryoma bit his lip. "Well, I thank you for telling me that."

            "You're welcome."'

            There was a moment of silence as Ryoma shifted his feet, debating what his next move was.

            "Are you forgetting anything…Echizen?"

            Then a thought hit him. Ryoma quickly opened his school bag and took out Fuji's crumpled blue shirt.

            "I got it washed." Ryoma handed the shirt over, as Fuji took the shirt and smiled.

            "Thank you." Fuji folded the shirt neatly as he hung over his arm. Then he sniffed the shirt. "It smells like you."

            "No kidding." Ryoma smirked.

            "Would you like to come in the classroom?" Fuji opened the slide door.

            "I have nothing better to do." Ryoma replied as he stepped through the classroom door.

            "Then why did you come so early?" Fuji asked, as he walked towards his desk.

            "Because Momo senpai came early."

            "I see." Fuji looked out the window for a second as he turned back to Ryoma. "Take a seat."

            Ryoma took a seat next to him. The desk apparently belonged to Eiji as Ryoma saw isolated papers sticking out.

            Ryoma looked around the classroom, as he nothing to say, although deep inside his hear was beating fast. He felt Fuji's eyes gaze at him as they scanned his body. He continued to avoid looking at Fuji's direction and keeping a calm cool face expression.

            Ryoma felt a Fuji's hand on his thigh, which brought him to jump up a bit in alarm. Ryoma looked towards Fuji as Fuji looked back at him innocently.

            "There was a piece of lint on your pants." Fuji showed him the lint in between his thumb and index finger. Ryoma immediately put on his straight face.

            "I knew that." Ryoma stammered.

            "Well…." Fuji stood up from his desk. "My classmates are soon to file in at this time. Do you still want to stay here?"

            "No." Ryoma stood up. "I'll leave."

            "I'll see you later," Fuji smiled. "Echizen-kun."

            "Later." Ryoma walked out of the classroom just to bump into some of Fuji's classmates. It was quite amazing how this star prodigy can predict such things.

            Ryoma was quite disappointed. He expected more from Fuji senpai as a slave. Although he wasn't quite sure why he wasn't satisfied. Ryoma frowned a bit as he walked towards his classroom.

            Something was bothering him.

            School was finally over as Ryoma headed over to the tennis lockers. He opened the door to see everyone changing except Fuji. He decided not to think about such an unimportant issue. He walked to his locker but couldn't help to notice Fuji's school uniform in his locker. Ryoma shrugged off the thought as he changed into his uniform.

            He walked out of the locker room and to his disappointment, he saw Fuji already rallying with Eiji. Ryoma didn't care. It wasn't that big of a deal.

            Actually, it appeared to be somewhat of a big deal….

            "Hey, Echizen, your to rally with me," Kaidoh mumbled as he poked Ryoma with his tennis racket. Ryoma just nodded absentmindedly, as he followed to the court next to the court Fuji was playing on. For some odd reason he couldn't break his eyes away from Fuji. It was as if he was hypnotized to Fuji's radiant appearance.

            "Hey! Are you paying attention?" Kaidoh was getting quite annoyed as he wasn't receiving any attention from the younger classman.

            Ryoma immediately went back the game he was currently in. "Oh."

            After the warm up rallies, the team was sent off to stretch and run. Ryoma watched as Fuji ran a few feet ahead of him next to Taka-san. It did make Ryoma a bit jealous seeing Fuji smile at Taka-san as they ran. Ryoma turned to the side.

            The team practiced one their own as Ryoma practiced alone on the walls. Although every time he hit a ball, the ball reacted quite severely, as it returned to him harshly. He struggled hitting back the ball, as he held quite an irritating feeling.

            "Damn it." Ryoma muttered as he sat on the bench and wiped off his sweat with a towel. He looked up into the sky, as he closed his eyes. The sun peered down on him as he felt more sweat appear. Then he felt a shadow on his face. The shadow was quite nice since it did cover the sun against his face. He opened his eyes to see Fuji's face peering down on his. A huge burst of happiness filled his little stubborn heart, although he didn't express one bit of it.

            "Tired?" Fuji beamed.

            "Not at all." Ryoma smirked.

            "Want to play a game?"

            "You just read my mind."

            "Great minds do think alike."

            Ryoma smiled, as he picked up his racket and walked to the tennis courts. Then he pointed his tennis racket at Fuji across the tennis court. "You're my slave."

            "Hmm?" Fuji looked up to Ryoma's determined face.

            "You're my slave," Ryoma repeated with a smile. "If I win."

            Fuji opened his eyes as he smiled back. "If you say so."

            "Hmph." Ryoma smirked as he served the ball.

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            Fuji dropped his racket as he sat down and gasped for breath.

            Ryoma also took a seat next to him as his breaths were no different from Fuji's. He turned his head slightly to see Fuji wiping his sweat with the sleeve of his shirt.

            "You're pretty good." Fuji smiled.

            "Is that all you have to say?" Ryoma smirked. "Slave?"

            "Yes." Fuji leaned his face closer to Ryoma's. "Master."

Fuji's lips met with Ryoma's as he kissed the smaller boy. Despite the hot weather, Ryoma felt even hotter as more sweat appeared. He felt that Fuji was going through the same thing, so he whispered in his ear, "Take off your shirt."

            Fuji was a bit surprised at this wannabe seme, but he liked playing alone and obeyed the small master. Ryoma began sucking on the older boy's neck as his lips ended over his lips once more. Then he pulled apart.

            "You can't hang with the other guys. You can only hang with me." Ryoma commanded. "It's in order."

            "Haha," Fuji began to giggle.

            "What?" Ryoma was a bit peeved.

            "You were jealous." Fuji smiled.

            "No! I was not." Ryoma protested.

            "It doesn't matter." Fuji smiled as he grabbed the smaller boy's head and landed one more kiss on his lips.

(A/N: I hope the ending wasn't stupid. xD Well, I really hope that you guys enjoyed this fic. That is the most important thing. Well, please leave a review. ^^)