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            Deep Snow

                        by: yukuro

            It wasn't exactly an awkward silence that hung between them. Tezuka and Fuji sat side by side in an empty classroom during lunch. Tezuka had his usual grim expression on his face and Fuji with the same smile he always had.

            They sat quietly, not sure of what exactly to say, but it wasn't exactly an uncomfortable silence they had. Tezuka actually found himself quite content just sitting next to the smiling boy. Yet Fuji's silence was something that slowly began to bring questioning up. If Fuji was silent about something, there was definitely something wrong.

            "So you're saying," Tezuka said slowly, leaning back against a wall, "that Oishi and Kikumaru are worse off than before?"

            "I can't say so for sure, but I'm just the slightest bit worried," Fuji commented in a soft voice, bringing his hand up to his face. "Eiji was definitely acting strangely earlier, and Momo said something about hinting towards something bad, I think. He was rather vague."

            "…and you take Momoshiro's word on it?" Tezuka asked a bit dryly, closing his eyes. It wasn't that he didn't trust Momoshiro, it was just that something about the situation seemed like some kind of hoax. "Maybe you should ask your…friend…about what happened yesterday."

            "You mean Saeki?" the shorter boy asked with a grin, turning to look at Tezuka's rigid form. Tilting his head to the side slightly, Fuji let a few bangs fall into his face as he studied Tezuka's calm face. "You don't seem to like him very much. Jealous, Tezuka?"

            "I am not jealous," the tall boy stated flatly and shortly. He intended to let Fuji know that was the end of the conversation. He really didn't like to be pushed, and Fuji knew just exactly how to push him to the point where he thought he would explode. "I'm surprised your scheme didn't work out."

            "Maybe my skill's been lacking," Fuji said cheerfully with a carefree smile. Opening his eyes slowly, his smile faded as he stared at Tezuka seriously. "It's starting to annoy me though. I can't stand seeing Eiji without a smile on his face. If he's not happy, neither am I."

            "You're a loyal friend," Tezuka commented, opening his eyes and sitting up straight again to look Fuji in the eye. "You say that and yet you're still meddling in his affairs."

            "It's for his best interest," Fuji replied easily. "Have you seen Oishi this morning? Maybe it's just Eiji, I'm not sure. I'd like to see Oishi to see if anything really happened."

            "I know he's here, but I haven't seen him," Tezuka responded simply, standing up. Holding out a hand, he said in a serious tone, "Lunch is almost over. I'll walk you back to your classroom. Maybe you can see Kikumaru there."

            Taking the outstretched hand and hopping off the desk he was sitting on, Fuji smiled gratefully at the taller boy. Despite how his plan for his best friend was failing, he couldn't help but enjoy the time he was spending with Tezuka. Was it worth it though, at the cost of his best friend? Fuji wasn't sure.

            When Fuji stood to his feet, it didn't occur to Tezuka to let go of his hand. All he could think of was how it felt to have Fuji's slim, cool hand in his. Closing his eyes, he reluctantly let go. Tezuka never did know how exactly to feel around Fuji. Every passing moment he spent with the smiling boy made his feelings grow stronger though. They grew to a point where Tezuka wasn't sure what to do anymore.

            "Thank you…Tezuka," Fuji said with a tiny smile when Tezuka slowly pulled his hand away. The shorter boy felt his heart throb a bit, but kept smiling anyway. Noting Tezuka's slightly flushed face, Fuji managed to chuckle lightly. Hands behind his back, Fuji called out quietly, "Tezuka."

            "What is it?" the taller boy responded, looking straight ahead at the door. He knew that if he turned to face the blue eyed boy, he would lose all train of thought.

            "Thanks for these past few days," Fuji said, as cheerfully as he could. "Maybe it hasn't meant much to you, but I had a lot of fun. Not really because of Eiji and Oishi. I really did have a lot of fun being with you, so…thank you, Tezuka. Thanks for putting up with me. I know you really must hate this…so I'll do something quickly so I won't be a bother to you anymore. I figured you really did hate it when I'm with you all the time and I don't want to be in your way. That's the last thing I want."

            Tezuka felt his hands clenching when Fuji walked past him towards the door. His eyes were squeezed shut and he couldn't find the will to move forward, telling Fuji he was wrong.

            "I'll come up with a better plan," Fuji assured him lightly, sliding the door open. "Until then…I'll see you around."

            The door slid quietly shut, leaving Tezuka alone in the empty classroom. Opening his eyes again, Tezuka stared at the door where Fuji's silhouette lingered for a moment before disappearing down the hall. Even if he wanted to, Tezuka would never be able to admit that even only for a minute, that with Fuji's presence always made the room seem alive. When he stood by himself in the empty classroom, he had already figured out that whenever he was around Fuji, he didn't seem to be lonely anymore.

-

            Kikumaru was a high strung person. At one moment he could be sitting in front of a desk, fuming at Fuji for making fun of him or in this case, sitting happily in Oishi's lap as they fed each other. In the next instant he could be clinging to a wall like a cat falling off the ceiling. So naturally, when someone decided to pop up, he was a little surprised…

            "So what are you two doing back here all alone?"

            "Nyao!" Kikumaru's eyes widened as he quickly jumped up and rolled over to the side, tangling himself in Oishi's jacket that was draped over his shoulders. Staring angrily up at the cheerfully smiling Saeki, the redhead managed to lift a fist and wave it at the light haired boy. "What are you doing, sneaking up on people like that?!"

            "What were you doing sitting in people's laps like that, Kikumaru-kun?" Saeki countered with an unfaltering smile. He laughed slightly when both Kikumaru and Oishi flushed darkly. "My, my, Kikumaru-kun. You really are more of a lap kitten then I thought."

            "You're exactly like Fuji. No wonder you two are friends," the redhead said with a frown to Saeki, sitting up in attempt to untangle himself from the jacket. His arm was sticking up in a kind of awkward position that didn't look humanly possible, but somehow the flexible redhead had managed to pull one arm out. Turning towards Oishi, he complained with a slight whine, "Oishi! It's stuck on my head, nya! Can you help me please?"

            Glancing once at the grinning Saeki, Oishi moved towards his partner with a visible blush. "H-Hold still, Eiji! You'll tear your hair out if you're not careful!"

            Saeki watched with quiet amusement as patient Oishi untangled the button that had gotten stuck in the tearful redhead's hair. Fuji was right again, he thought to himself with slight smirk. Then again, Fuji was always right. Saeki wondered if Fuji had ever actually failed in one of his schemes. Ha. This should be a first for him.

            "Nice to know that Fuji set you two up properly," Saeki commented, smirk still in place. "You really are the 'Golden Pair,' aren't you?"

            Oishi turned a bright shade of red as Kikumaru cried out in relief once his head was free of the jacket. The redhead stared pointedly at the Rokkaku regular for a second before grinning. "Thanks for the compliment!"

            Laughing quietly, Saeki tilted his head to side slightly. "So how are things going when I'm not around to monitor everything?"

            "F-Fine," Oishi croaked, pulling at his collar. His cheeks were still flushed. "Do you really think this is a good idea for Eiji though? I mean, this is a really big change…"

            "It wouldn't have worked if they knew you two were already together," Saeki pointed out with a patient smile. "From observing, I can tell they wouldn't have much reason to be together as often anymore, don't you think? If Fuji thinks there's conflict, he'll have more instinct to meddle. Besides, no offense, Oishi, but I don't think your plan would have worked out very well. Fuji was never one to take…lectures very well."

             Kikumaru laughed and poked Oishi's flushed cheeks. "Oishi! No wonder you're called the mother of Seigaku!"

            "It was a thought," Oishi defended with a tiny smile. "But you know, I think that Saeki had the right idea when he played his little prank on all of us."

            "You mean the love letter to Fuji?" Kikumaru asked, blinking. Smiling lopsidedly, he added sheepishly, "I thought he was really serious though. I mean the way you two flirt and all, Saeki…"

            "No one said I wasn't serious, Kikumaru-kun," Saeki said cheerfully. He smiled at the redhead's wide-eyed stare and Oishi's blinking confusion. "Anyway, what's this idea of a love letter?"

            "Well, things will go too slowly if we just leave them how they are," Oishi reasoned, "So…I was thinking…maybe we could write love letters to both of them and tell them to meet in a certain spot and a certain time. If they think that the author is each other, then…"

            "Then they'll confess to each other," the redhead finished with a musing expression. "Seems like kind of an old trick, but it could work. What do you think, Saeki?"

            The light haired boy only smiled with a slight nod. He already had no doubts in his mind about doing this for his friend, but he only wondered if he was ready to give him up yet. I feel like a father giving out his daughter, he thought to himself with a glint of humor. Except I get the feeling I kind of want to keep him for myself. That doesn't matter though, since his happiness is more important than mine, I think.

            "Ah!" Kikumaru said suddenly, cat-like eyes wide. "I just thought of something! Fuji's really perceptive! He recognizes my writing and Saeki's too, while Tezuka has got to recognized Oishi's. So who's going to write each letter?"

            "I guess I'll have to write Fuji's then," Oishi said a bit nervously. He smiled slightly at his redhead partner before turning to look up at the standing boy. "Saeki, do you think you could write the one to Tezuka? Eiji's writing is a bit messy."

            "No, it's not!" the redhead exclaimed, puffing his cheeks slightly. "I just write really fast! Oishi, why do you like picking on me?"

            "You have a distinct way of writing so Tezuka's sure to recognize your writing anyway, Eiji," Oishi reasoned with a slight laugh. "We'll leave it to Saeki then…if it's alright with him…?"

            "No problem," Saeki replied with a pleasant smile. "I'll have it written and delivered by someone before the time lunch is over."

            Kikumaru nodded vigorously. "Ah, good idea. I'll find a girl in my class to give Fuji's copy to him and have her tell him it was from someone else. It would be too obvious if I gave it to him."

            "Everything's in order then?" Saeki asked the two quietly. Smiling, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and headed towards the building. "I'll leave you two alone for now. Get the letter done, so don't have too much fun. Oh, and don't get caught like your two kohai from your Regular team."

            The Golden Pair blinked after him as Saeki walked inside, waving his hand over his shoulder in a carefree way. Slowly the exchanged glances and wondered what he was talking about. Kikumaru reached out and poked Oishi's cheek again. "Who's he talking about? There's only Momo, Kaidoh, and Ochibi…"

            Oishi shrugged lightly and let his partner think up as many combinations of the three as possible…as…frightening as that could turn out…

            "Kaidoh and Momo? Oh! Maybe Kaidoh and Ochibi? But Ochibi is only twelve and…"

            Kikumaru was a very high strung person, Oishi remembered with a smile. He watched quietly as the redhead rambled off pairs. Slowly, he leaned closer with that same smile on his face.

Kikumaru was a high strung person, but how surprising was it that he didn't bother to jump out of his skin when Oishi's lips were suddenly pressed against his. That was, apparently, something he had wanted enough not to be shocked about it. Rather, he just enjoyed the warmth of Oishi's smiling lips…

-

            Inui had just sent Kaidoh away with more mistletoe when Saeki stepped out of a classroom and headed towards him with a pleasant smile. Somehow, Inui didn't feel surprised when the Rokkaku student held out an envelope to him and said with an easy tone, "Could you please deliver this for me?"

            Looking down at the spotless envelope, Inui noticed that it was addressed to "Tezuka Kunimitsu-sama." He realized it wasn't real though. Looking back up at the boy, Inui asked him simply, "Why would you do this for him?"

            "I don't quite understand what you mean," Saeki said pleasantly, hand still holding out the envelope.

            "Fuji," Inui stated, adjusting his glasses slightly. "I know you feel something for him. Why are you still trying to set him up with Tezuka?"

            "It's because I care about him that I'm doing this for him," the light haired boy said, his arm never moving. "It's because I care about him that I would rather have him be happy with the person he likes, instead of stubbornly pursuing him to make myself happy and end up making him upset."

            "It takes a lot of courage to say that," the tall third year went on, "Are you sure about what you're doing? I'd say the relationship you have with him is pretty good. If you do this, things may change for you."

            "It doesn't matter to me," Saeki responded instantly. "As long as he's happy. Besides, I know you're on our side. Otherwise you wouldn't have sent that second year Regular to put up all those mistletoe sprigs in the clubroom for them."

            "I'll admit you got me there," Inui said, smirking slightly. Slowly, he reached out and took the envelope. "I admire the way you think. For that, I'll keep your secret. "I'll tell you still though: Tezuka and Fuji need each other."

            "Would you have told me to back off if I said I wanted to chase after Syusuke?" Saeki asked with a quirk of his lips.

            "Maybe," Inui replied vaguely. "I have to say I'm relieved that I could avoid that though. Thanks for your hard work. Leave the rest to me now."

            "I will. Thanks," Saeki said with a carefree smile as he headed towards Class 3-6 where Fuji was.

            Inui looked down at the envelope in his hand with a slight smile. It was quite interesting the way the human heart works. Some hearts were selfish and demanding while others were gentle and understanding. Others, however, were double-sided mirrors which proclaimed one thing and thought the other. The only problem, was that no person could accurately determine which kind of heart another person had. Inui wondered which type of heart Saeki really had. The gentle type or the deceiving double-sided mirror…

            The moment Saeki disappeared into the corner, as if on cue, Tezuka trudged slowly down towards Inui. The tall third year examined his captain carefully before he stopped in front of him. "Tezuka, I was asked to give this to you."

            Tezuka looked down at the letter for a minute before letting a firm frown set in his face. "I don't want it," he said flatly. "Return it to the sender."

            "Ah, Tezuka, believe me," Inui said firmly, holding out the envelope. "You need to read this one. Do the person a favor, won't you? Otherwise they'll be chasing after you forever."

            The shorter boy frowned at Inui's logic. It was reasonable, he guessed. He would have to turn them down as soon as possible. Tezuka didn't bother finding out whom it was from before he took the letter and returned to his classroom. He knew it didn't matter, since there was already someone he had in mind…

            "Victory," Inui said with a small smirk as he opened his notebook. "Why, Tezuka," he mumbled to himself with a grin. "Seems like your stubbornness is defeated by logic. That or you've got something in mind already…"

            Sliding the door shut to his class, Tezuka walked quickly to his desk and sat down rigidly. Staring down at the white envelope in his hand, Tezuka felt something in his stomach turn. Why did all of this seem so horribly familiar? Frowning with irritation, he slowly opened the letter and read it with a grim expression.

            There's someone who loves you, I see with my eagle eyes. For Christmas, you'll get a pair of blue eyes. Meet after school by the boys' tennis clubroom.

            His lips formed a thin, straight line as his hands gripped the paper. Tezuka felt as if his head was spinning after he had read the very simple letter. The problem was that he wasn't sure if it was a joke or not. Blue eyes… Who could have known he couldn't get a certain pair of blue eyes out of his head?

            "After school," Tezuka muttered to himself, folding the paper up to slip into his bag. There would be no tennis practice today, due to the weather. So whoever had written the letter knew about their conditions. Of course, Tezuka thought dryly to himself, that wasn't much help since just about every person in Seigaku knew what was going on with their famous tennis club.

            Tezuka was never one who would fidget during class, but today, he found it inevitable. It was taking much of his willpower to stay concentrated during class, but there were times when his mind strayed to a certain smiling someone that he never seemed to be able to pry from his thoughts anymore.

            Fuji, on the other hand, sat calmly in his class next to Kikumaru who was attentive in taking notes today. The blue eyed boy's thoughts would wander from time to time, but that never prevented him from answering any question the teacher asked him. It was the advantage of being a regular genius.

            He was curious about the letter he had received as well. It didn't look like Saeki's writing nor did it look like a certain redhead he suspected. Glancing over his shoulder at Saeki who smiled back easily at him, Fuji wondered if there was something his friend wasn't telling him.

            When Fuji had asked him about it as soon as he arrived in the classroom, Saeki simply chuckled lightly and patted the shorter boy's cheeks. The scene had made a few girls blush, but Fuji still hadn't found out anything about what had happened the previous day.

            The moment the bell rang to release the students, Fuji opened his mouth to say something to Kikumaru, but the redhead made a mad dash for Saeki and dragged him out of the room. Fuji's eyes opened for a moment as Saeki waved at him before disappearing out the door. Apparently he was on his own.

            Stepping out of his classroom, Fuji looked down the hall towards Tezuka's class, but was disappointed to see his tall captain nowhere in sight. Slight disappointment marring his features, Fuji headed towards the clubroom to find out what the sender of his letter meant about an "untouchable" Christmas present.

            Kikumaru stuck his head out of another classroom just as Fuji rounded the corner. A few of the students inside stared at the redhead curiously. Turning to face Saeki, Kikumaru exclaimed, "Let's follow him! That way we can be sure things will work out!"

            Smiling gently, Saeki stepped out of the classroom and patted the bouncy boy's head. "I think you should learn something from Fuji here. Stay put. He didn't follow you when he sent you out with Oishi, now did he?"

            "That's because you were there," Kikumaru responded, brows furrowing. "Are you saying I shouldn't follow him? How will we know if things work out then? Hey! Where are you going? You're going to follow him? That's not fair!"

            Saeki raised a finger to his smiling lips to hush the redhead. "I've got a few confessions to make before I give the bride away. Now, I think you have someone more important to spend your time with, don't you think, Kikumaru-kun?"

            Glancing over his shoulder, Kikumaru felt his cheeks warm slightly when he saw Oishi come out of his classroom. Taking a step towards the green eyed boy, Kikumaru beamed at Saeki. "I'll leave things to you then! I want to see results tomorrow, or I'll give you my share of Inui Juice!"

            "Don't worry about a thing," Saeki said with a laugh as he turned and continued down the hall. He jogged lightly until he stood in front of the door of the clubroom. Sighing slightly, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

            Fuji was already inside, watching him as he walked inside. "Saeki," the blue eyed boy started. Slowly, he smiled. "So this was all your doing after all?"

            "Not exactly," the other boy corrected with a soft smile as he approached the shorter boy. "If you're talking about the letter you got, I didn't write it. I just had to tell you some things before I gave you away."

            "…what are you talking about?" Fuji asked in a hesitant voice, his eyes opening to reveal his shining blue eyes.

            Laughing slightly, Saeki rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. "I was in on it, but I'm not going to make it that easy for him," he said a bit sheepishly. "I don't mind if you won't forgive me for this, but…"

            Tezuka walked towards the clubroom slowly. He wasn't sure about this idea, but he did remember Inui's point. Besides, there was a little matter of the strangeness of the letter itself. As he stood in front of the door, Tezuka saw that it was already slightly open. That could mean someone was already inside. Reaching out for the handle, Tezuka just heard a little of the dialogue…

            "Maybe you never noticed, but I have always loved you, Syusuke."

            Blue eyes snapped open and a hand clenched on the doorknob from outside. Fuji blinked at his friend before taking a step forward. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize… Saeki, you…"

            "Don't do this for me if you think you're trying to comfort me, Fuji," Saeki said, pulling out of Fuji's reach. He smiled with the slightest bit of pain. "Look, I know I may have hurt you by telling you this, but I do need to let go. Everyone knows that you have someone better for you; someone that already makes you happy. That is, everyone knows except you and that person."

            Fuji halted and looked at his friend in complete surprise. He seemed to get many surprises today. "Saeki, but I don't—…"

            "Hush, already," the taller boy said lightly, walking towards Fuji again. Reaching out, he touched the boy's soft cheek for a moment. With a wistful smile, he said, "I won't regret that I didn't tell you sooner, but I do wish I could have made you happier. You're always playing matchmaker for everyone else, but you should find someone for yourself too."

            "I know this will make your visitor very unhappy, but I can't leave without doing so," Saeki said cheerfully. Without another word, he bent over and kissed the lips he had always wanted to kiss. Pulling away gently, Saeki savored Fuji's blinking surprise before laughing slightly. "Good thing I don't go to this school. Otherwise he'd have me running a million laps by now."

            Fuji didn't say a word when Saeki walked to the door and pushed it open. He only watched in silence as Saeki said to someone outside, "I said I wouldn't let you have him so easily, but I still expect you to act on your chance. Don't waste this opportunity. Merry Christmas, you two."

            Tezuka's fists only clenched tighter when Saeki walked away from him. Unfortunately, Fuji already knew he was here so he couldn't just turn away and leave anymore. Closing his eyes, he stepped into the clubroom silently.

            "Tezuka…" Fuji said slowly, lifting his blue eyes to look at his captain. Slowly, he drew a smile on his face. "I didn't know we were meeting here today."

            "Neither did I," Tezuka said stonily. He pulled out the letter from his bag. "I received this letter."

            "A letter?" Fuji asked. Returning to his bag on the bench, he pulled out a similar envelope between his long fingers. "Interesting. I got one too."

            Exchanging glances, the two exchanged envelopes as well. Fuji's lips quirked into a smile as Tezuka's twitched in irritation. Fuji said with a slight laugh, "This is Saeki's handwriting."

            "And this is Oishi's," Tezuka declared with annoyance in his voice. "Looks like your scheme didn't fail after all," he said dryly, folding his arms. "This was a set up."

            "Does it matter that much?" Fuji asked with a light smile. Smile fading and eyes opening, Fuji set the envelopes aside and shifted his eyes. "Tezuka… About what Saeki was saying…"

            "What about it?" the taller boy asked, making sure his gaze avoided Fuji's. "Is there…someone that makes you that happy?"

            "I was thinking about it," Fuji said seriously in a soft voice. "Whenever I thought about what made me happy, something always stuck out in my mind. It was whenever I was with you."

            Taking a breath, he went on cautiously, "Tezuka, these last few days we've spent together have made me the happiest I've been before. I tried to forget about it though, since you always looked at me in this annoyed way. As much as I liked spending time with you, I could tell you hated it, so I tried to limit it more."

            "Why do you always look at the negative side when it comes to these kind of things?" Tezuka suddenly demanded, advancing on the shorter boy. "Fuji, listen to me. No matter what you or I do, I can't get you out of my head. How can you say that I can't stand to be around you?"

            Closing his eyes, Fuji lowered his head. Tezuka's hands were gripping his shoulders in almost a painful way, but he didn't mind. That's because it was Tezuka…and as long as it was Tezuka, Fuji didn't mind anything at all.

            "Fuji," Tezuka began again, a bit breathless. He closed his eyes in shame for a moment before opening them again. "I like you, Fuji. Maybe more than you realize…"

            "I…like you too, Tezuka," Fuji said quietly, opening his blue eyes again. "I do, but do you really think things could work out for us?"

            "Facing reality," the taller boy muttered, "probably not forever. But let's try for a while. For you, I don't mind escaping reality for a while. You already drive me to insanity anyway."

            "Then we'll be having that mistletoe rematch after all, then?" Fuji said with a playful tone yet serious smile. His heart pounded in synchronization with Tezuka's as the taller boy awkwardly placed his arms around Fuji. "Do you care for me, Tezuka?"

            "Idiot," Tezuka breathed, leaning over. "It's obvious I do. If I didn't, I never would have put up with you for so long."

            Their kiss was long and sweet, filled with passion that had been hidden for too long. Falling in love was like walking in deep snow. At first, walking along the top seemed easy, but the further a person walks, the deeper they fall into the snow's icy trap. Once stuck in that trap, the person can only sink deeper and deeper because it is too hard to pull out. For the first time, Fuji felt his face flush and his knees feel weak. He couldn't help slumping into Tezuka's arms as their kiss deepened.

            "So what about that condom you promised me for Christmas?" Tezuka asked with a smirk.

            "Are you saying you need it now?" Fuji asked in return as Tezuka unbuttoned the top of his shirt. The blue eyed boy smirked back at the taller boy. "Tezuka, you really are dirtier than I expected."

            "Don't look down on me so much," Tezuka mumbled as they fell onto a bench, discarding Fuji's shirt. "I'll be sure to finish this time…"

            "Ah! What're they doing?!"

            "Shut up! Let's lock the door!"

            "…wait, you can't do that. I forgot that Kaidoh's still in there."

            "…Inui, you mean that second year Regular is still…oh…"

            "Takeshi-senpai, get off of me, I can't see!"

            "Good, there's nothing to see."

            "Quiet! I'm going to fa—…!"

            Six Seigaku Regulars plus one Rokkaku Regular rolled into the clubhouse in a disorganized mess at the feet of a disgruntled Tezuka and a half dressed, still smiling Fuji. Kawamura instantly blushed and leaped into a corner where Kaidoh was unfortunately hiding. Inui picked himself up and motioned towards Kaidoh and Kawamura. "You two are under a mistletoe. Don't make me tell you the consequences if you don't do what you're supposed to."

            Kaidoh stared, open mouthed, at Inui. "Inui-senpai," he sputtered, "after what I just had to sit through and…"

            "So you do want to drink my juice?" Inui asked with a delighted smile. He happily pulled out his notebook when Kaidoh and Kawamura instantly dived for each other. "Oh, and Kikumaru. You just stepped on Momoshiro there, and you happen to be under another mistletoe."

            "What?!" Kikumaru exclaimed loudly with a huge frown. "Nya! Inui! That's not fair! Oishi!"

            "Kikumaru-senpai again?" Echizen asked with a popping vein. "Isn't that convenient, Momo-senpai."

            "Ryoma! Don't go back to calling me that!" Momoshiro wailed. "Come on! It was an accident! It's not like I did it on purpose! Besides! You're under a mistletoe with Saeki!"

            Cackling, Inui adjusted his glasses so that the sun glinted off of them. He smirked expectantly at the two unfortunate couples. "Well? You know what to do."

            "So do you, Inui," Saeki said with a pleasant smile, pointing to the tall third year. "Aren't you standing under one with Oishi over there?"

            Oishi blinked and flushed madly. "EH?!"

            "…Kaidoh, where have you been hanging all of these?"

            Fuji simply chuckled at the group, not bothering to move from his position underneath Tezuka. "They're quite a lively bunch, aren't they?"

            "Lively," Tezuka repeated with a mumble. Glaring at the group, he demanded as loud as he could. "All of you. Two hundred laps. Now."

            Not one protested as the filed out of the clubroom. Not even Saeki bothered to say a thing. That just goes to show not to mess around with Tezuka while he was horny. Yes, that was a very rare time that should not be toyed with.

            "It'll be a while before they're finished," Fuji said with a devious smile and open blue eyes. "Shall we continue, Tezuka?"

            "Wait, there's one thing I'm curious about," Tezuka said slowly, glancing at Fuji's tennis bag on the ground where they had knocked it off the bench. "Why did you have handcuffs in your bag?"

            "Oh," Fuji said with a bright smile as he cuffed his left hand to Tezuka's. "You mean these cuffs?"

            "…where are the keys?"

            "Saa…who knows?"

            "Fuji…"

            "Yes?"

            "…never mind…"

            "Merry Christmas, Tezuka."

            Owari.

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A/N: Whoo…finally finished! I'm very, very tired. =_=;; I was desperately trying to finish this in time for St. Valentine's Day after all. Although I'm posting this a bit early, I would consider this a St. Valentine's Day gift!
*laugh* ahah…never mind the fact this was supposed to be written for Christmas. ^^;; I worked very hard, so thanks for reading! I really appreciate all your reviews. You guys are all great! *hug*

As for the other Valentine's/birthday story I was writing for Ohtori... *wince* yes, that will be late since I'm going away for a few days. *sigh* I notice that all of my writing is very late… *nervous laugh*

*low bow* Thanks again for all your support with this fic, everyone! I couldn't have done it without all the readers and reviews. Thanks, everyone! ^^;; I hope you enjoyed reading "Deep Snow"!