The Trials of Fuji Syusuke…..
AN: So sorry for the late update! Forgive me, ne? Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Tezuka stared at both of them as he stood in the doorway. "What are you two doing?" he asked in a dead calm tone, his face betraying no emotions.
"Tezuka, it's not what…" Fuji hastily disentangled himself from Nanako to explain. But before he could even utter a coherent sentence, Nanako was already rushing towards Tezuka with a heart wrenching sob.
"Mitsu, thank goodness you are here. A second later and he would've….," Nanako threw herself into Tezuka's arms and cried for all she was worth.
What the hell…Fuji couldn't believe his eyes. If he wasn't so piping mad at the moment, he would've commended Nanako on her superb acting skill. But the audacity, the nerve….
Tezuka put a protective arm around her, trying to calm her down. "It's all right, Nanako. I am here now. I won't let anything to happen to you anymore…" he murmured soothingly.
Fuji gaped at them, stunned. How dumb could Tezuka get? He was clearly falling for one of the cheapest, lowest trick on earth! Was he really that gullible?
Fuji's temper, already short to begin with, snapped. "That's a bald-faced lie and you knew it, you bitch. Take a look at yourself in the mirror before starting to accuse anyone, why would I go after an evil hag like you?"
"Fuji, that's enough!" Tezuka cut him off as Nanako's sobs became louder. Fuji stopped his ranting. Tezuka had never once raised his voice at him before. "I don't appreciate you calling Nanako's names. Is that the way you talk to a girl?"
"Wha…? Tezuka, you believe me, don't you?" Fuji asked, his anger momentarily put on hold.
Tezuka wouldn't look at him. "I don't know what to believe. I only know that right now, you are being rude to Nanako," he said adamantly.
Fuji's heart constricted as he felt tendrils of icy cold fingers wrapped around it. Somewhere in his mind, he was forced to admit that Nanako was right. Tezuka chose to believe in her more than him.
His gaze collided with Nanako's, who was peeking at him from under Tezuka's protective arms with a satisfied smirk.
Fuji's anger returned a hundred fold. "Then to hell with the two of you!" He pushed past Nanako and Tezuka and ran off before they could see the hot angry tears that were threatening to spill.
He wasn't going to let Tezuka see just how much he had hurt him.
"Ne, did Nanako really do that?" Saeki asked, his face incredulous when Fuji related the whole story to him.
Fuji nodded mutely. They were sitting under a shady sakura tree, his favorite spot for hanging out when he wanted to have some peace and quiet to think. Although it kind of defeated the purpose now with Saeki here. His friend was yammering away relentlessly, to which Fuji was only half listening.
He stared aimlessly at the passing clouds, wondering if it was the end for him and Tezuka. He guessed he'd known from the beginning that it wouldn't last. Nothing good would come out of it since they were both guys after all. So it was better to end it now, wasn't it? But Fuji's heart ached a little at the thought. How could he have fallen so hard for Tezuka in such a short time?
"Saa…you lucky bastard. I'm pretty sure more than half of the guys in school will be willing to trade places with you just to have a glimpse of that hot luscious body…." Saeki said wistfully.
Fuji snapped out of his reverie at that remark and gave his friend an extra hard thump on the head.
"Oowww! What was that for?"
Fuji scowled. "That's for being an insensitive jerk. Do you realize what that bitch did to me? Who the hell cares about how her body looks like? It doesn't change the fact that she is the meanest, lowest, vilest scumbag!"
Saeki rubbed his head, wincing. "Ne, it was just a joke to bring you out of your melancholy state. Don't get your dander all up."
But once Saeki got him started, Fuji couldn't seem to stop. "Tezuka is an asshole with mush for brains! How could he even for a second believe such nonsense? Do I, Fuji Syusuke, who can have any guy or girl eating out of his hand with a smile, look like someone who would throw himself at a mere girl? It goes against the very nature of the universe…."
Saeki couldn't help snorting at his friend's narcissistic comment. "Yeah, right…" he muttered.
But Fuji was too riled up to notice his friend's sarcasm. "And to think that I become all homo for him. Playing the uke nonetheless! Did he show any appreciation for it? No…he had to go siding the hussy in the end…."
"Ne, Syusuke…."
Fuji ignored his friend completely. "…If I have known this was going to happen, I would've stick to girls! Girls are nice and soft, no hard parts jabbering you here and there. And I don't have to worry about getting hemorrhoids or diarrhea…"
Fuji was rambling nonsensically now. Saeki felt the need to stop him before he got even more graphic in his railing. "Syusuke…"
"What?" Fuji turned to him, irritated for being interrupted.
"Stop." Not giving him any chance to launch into another of his Tezuka-bashing tirades, Saeki pushed Fuji to the ground with his body, knocking the breath out of him. And then Saeki's lips were on his.
Fuji was too paralyzed with shock to react. What the hell did that half-wit Saeki think he was doing?
Saeki looked down at him, dark blue eyes twinkling mischievously and a smile on his lips. "That's a pretty effective way to silent you up, don't you think? Now I wonder if it can make you forget Tezuka as well…"
He lowered his head again to resume their kiss.
Fuji instinctively put up a restraining hand, but Saeki was a lot bigger and stronger than him.
"Get off me, you oaf!" Fuji tried to yell out, but all that came out was an incoherent muffle. And he realized the folly of his action too late. The moment he opened his mouth, Saeki's tongue swooped in for a deeper kiss.
He's really going to get it from me, Fuji thought angrily as he renewed his struggle. I'll skin him alive, no, I'll…
Suddenly the weight was lifted off him and Fuji was able to breathe normally again.
He wiped furiously at his mouth and was about to give Saeki an earful when he saw the figure holding his friend by the collar.
It was Tezuka. The bespectacled boy's lips were compressed into a thin grim line as he awarded Saeki with one of his most ominous stare, eyebrow twitching.
Fuji's first emotion was joy upon seeing him, but then the event of yesterday's came back to him and his mood turned sour.
"What are you doing here?" he snapped, glaring at the golden brown-haired youth.
His gaze never leaving Saeki, which was making the other boy squirming with extreme discomfort, Tezuka retorted back, "What were you doing with Saeki?"
Fuji was in one of his foul mood. "What do you care what we were doing?" he asked churlishly. He dragged Saeki to him and wrapped an arm tightly around his neck. "Though it's none of your business, Kojirou and I have become lovers. Haven't we, Kojirou dear?"
"Syusuke…can't…breathe…." Saeki tried to slap Fuji's arm away, his face turning a tinge of blue from lack of air.
"Oh, sorry," Fuji immediately let go of his grip. Saeki coughed slightly as he got his breath back.
"Stop fooling around," Tezuka told him, his teeth clenching. The twitching of his eyebrow got worse.
"Am not," Fuji glared back defiantly. Then feeling reckless, he pulled Saeki to him again and kissed him fully on the mouth just for Tezuka's benefit.
Saeki's face turned grey at the glare that Tezuka shot him. If possible, it was more deathly than the first one. "Ahh…Tezuka, you misunderstand. We were just goofing with each other," he said with a nervous laugh. "I swear I don't feel a single damn thing. It's…more like a brotherly peck, right, Syusuke?"
"But weren't you the one who kissed me so passionately before, with tongue and all, Kojirou honey?" Fuji asked sweetly. Saeki made a gurgling sound and almost fainted with sheer terror.
"Saeki Kojirou, get away from Fuji now or five hundred laps for you tomorrow!" Tezuka barked.
Saeki immediately scooted as far away from Fuji as possible. "H..hai, Buchou!" He gave his friend an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Syusuke. Can't help you this time. I, ah, better get going and let you lovers talk it over! See you around sometime soon." He sneaked a glance at Tezuka's impassive face. "Or not…"
With a wave, he quickly jogged away.
"Traitor," Fuji muttered at Saeki's departing figure. He turned to glower at Tezuka. "How dare you threaten Kojirou like that?"
"You were the one who dragged him into this," Tezuka told him mildly, taking a step towards Fuji. "I don't like it when you kissed him so casually and called him your lover."
"Well, that's too bad, but I happened to…."
As quick as a snake, Tezuka grasped Fuji's wrist and pulled the blue-eyed boy tightly into his embrace. "We didn't get to talk yesterday. The reason I called you out…was to apologize. I wanted to take back what I said the other day about breaking up. I was upset then and not thinking clearly. I…I've missed you terribly these past few weeks… " he confessed awkwardly, burying his face in Fuji's shoulder.
Damn, he always goes and does that, Fuji thought with mild annoyance at Tezuka's underhanded tactic, but he was actually secretly thrilled to his toes at the confession. He was glad that they didn't have to break up now. Eat your heart out, Nanako, Fuji thought smugly. Tezuka believes me. Who's having the last laugh now He wished she was here to witness this.
Well, it can't be helped then, I'll just have to forgive him and…
His elation didn't last long. What came next was like a douse of cold water on Fuji's face. "I don't even care what you did to Nanako yesterday," Tezuka was saying, still in the midst of his confession. "I'm willing to overlook it as long as…."
Wait a minute, something's not right here…Fuji pushed back to stare at Tezuka. "You still believe that I tried to take advantage of Nanako?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.
Tezuka glanced away. "Let it rest, Fuji. I already said I'm not going to hold it against you. I'm trying my hardest here to forget it…."
Fuji's piercing blue eyes narrowed a fraction. That wasn't the answer he was expecting. In the end, Tezuka still believed Nanako's lies. "Let go of me, you jerk!"
Tezuka looked at him in astonishment. "Fuji…?"
When Tezuka still wouldn't release him, Fuji delivered a hard kick to his shin. Hissing in pain, Tezuka momentarily loosen his grasp. Fuji took the opportunity to move away from him.
"If you don't believe me, then we have nothing to talk about anymore!" he threw back angrily and stomped off.
Tezuka is a world class idiot! Fuji wanted to scream with frustration. Just when he thought they could be together again, Tezuka had to go and ruin it. How was their relationship going to survive if Tezuka didn't trust him? And more importantly, how could he stand having Nanako bested him again?