Can't Help Falling

A Fanfic about The Prince of Tennis

By: Fujima Priss

'Claim' All characters are not mine. They are from Prince of Tennis

Tez x Fuji X Atobe

Chapter 1

Mixed emotions

The wind blew the cherry blossoms across the young man's face, gently brushing through his brown hair. It was the start of another school year. The boy pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and continued walking the path towards his new school. He've seen everything there is to this world and nothing could surprise him anymore, not until now. The young freshman stopped at his tracks, forgetting to breathe. Underneath the largest Sakura tree stood a boy covered in the same uniform as him, watching the fallen petals dance around his own delicate body. In his angelic face was a gentle smile.

He walked carefully towards the other boy, fearing that the latter might suddenly spread his wings and fly towards heaven at the sight of a demon like himself. Yes, he considered himself a demon, someone who doesn't deserve happiness.

The other boy must have noticed his presence and looked up, not taking his smile off his face. "Hi…" the other boy's soft angelic voice said, battling the sound of the gentle breeze that danced with his honey-brown hair.

Before the taller boy could muster any response, the school bell rang signaling the start of classes. The honey-haired boy opened his eyes to reveal the cerulean orbs he was hiding earlier. "Let's go together…" it was an invitation.

He was captivated by those gem-like blue orbs, making it hard for him to resist the temptation laid down by the stupid angel infront of him. Yes, this angel was stupid. What other reason could be derived from this situation? An angel asking a demon to go to school together; it's nothing but plain stupidity. Yet this stupid gesture made him feel warm, so he accepted the offer and nodded.

For the first time in his life, he felt that he wanted to live. To live with this angel, his angel, in this life that is now worth living.

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"Tezuka…Tezuka…"

He looked to his side to see his angel smiling at him. "Fuji…" he whispered before looking around the now empty classroom. "Where is everyone?" he asked pasting his stoic mask across his face.

"It's lunch time…you've been daydreaming the whole 4th period"

Tezuka raised his eyebrow. "Really?" of course he knew he was daydreaming. His first encounter with Fuji had been the subject of his dreams, whether he's daydreaming or asleep, for the past two years.

"Saa…I wouldn't lie would I?" Tezuka looked at Fuji failing to read the honey-haired boy's real emotions. Fuji wouldn't lie, he knew because the tensai loves his own sadistic nature. He would want to see a person suffering because he told them the truth rather than lie to them to make them feel comfortable.

"Hn" the bespectacled lad stood up and walked out of the room and into the corridor fully aware of the figure following him. "What are you doing?"

"Eating lunch with you!" Fuji answered while following Tezuka childishly, placing both his hands behind his back.

"I don't eat during lunch" was his short response, typical Tezuka.

Fuji finally caught up on him, "That's why I brought you a bentou!" he smile shoving the box to Tezuka's face.

Tezuka sighed, he knew Fuji's stubbornness has no end. "Sorry Fuji…I…"

"I made this for you" Fuji's smile didn't vanish.

Tezuka force himself to stop the small curve from involuntarily appearing from his face. He was always fond of Fuji's sweetness, yet, "I can't…accept that…"

"Why?"

Tezuka turned around. He never liked seeing the boy frown. "You'll never understand it…"

"Try me!" the tensai shouted at his buchou's back. Tezuka had definitely made a mistake. The tensai loved challenges and he considered Tesuka the greatest challenge he ever faced in his entire life.

Tezuka still had his back on the glaring tensai. He didn't have the courage to face his cerulean eyes that are longing for an answer. "Trust me Fuji, its better is you don't know anything." He started walking away from the tensai and into the rooftop.

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"Hey!" the worried fukubuchou leaned on the rails and greeted the hazel-eyed boy. "Eiji said you've never eaten a single meal eversince you and Fuji became classmates." He stared at his so-called bestfriend trying to figure out what's wrong.

His hazel eyes continued gazing at the clear sky above him. "I feed myself to death every night, Oishi…" Tezuka's stoic voice didn't take the worries out of the black flat-haired lad beside him.

"I know…" Oishi reminded him. "But isn't it bad for you…I mean if you want to stay you know…normal…you should at least eat 'real food'…and feeding yourself to death every night doesn't help either" he reprimanded but kept his voice gentle.

Tezuka's hands tightened their grip on the rails. He was having a hard time adjusting himself in this new school. "It's different Oishi…you wouldn't know this feeling—"

"I know Tezuka! I know…" Oishi pulled the taller boy to face him, pulling his shirt in the process. "That's how I felt when I first meet Eiji—"

"Eiji and you are the same when you meet each other." He said in his usual expressionless voice and removed Oishi's grip from his shirt. "His scent is strong Oishi, you know that…"

The other boy was silent, still lost for words. The brunette took this opportunity to walk away from his companion, but before he can go out of the rooftop door, Oishi stopped him.

"You'll just hurt the both of you if you continue doing this Tezuka…" he warned the other boy. "Stop torturing yourself…please…"

Tezuka just merely walked out of the door and headed back to class, not wanting to hear any of Oishi's sympathy.

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Fuji sighed for the hundredth time while sitting uncomfortably in the cafeteria table as he watched the hungry spiky haired lad devour his home-cooked bentou.

"Nya! What's wrong Fujiko?" A certain red-hair crossed his line of sight. "You haven't eaten anything and you're just wasting your breaths by sighing."

"Do you like me, Eiji?" the tensai asked, still staring blankly at the sight of the hungry Momo infront of him.

"Of course I do!" Eiji answered in his usual energetic tone. "You're cool, you're smart and I could tell you everything!"

"Everything?"

The redhead nodded and grinned like a cuddly cat. "Oi! Everything!"

Fuji shifted in his seat and turned his gaze towards the grinning cat-like fellow beside him. "You live together with some of the regulars, right? Including Tezuka…"

"Eto…ummm…" Fuji opened his eyes revealing two cerulean orbs and glared at Eiji. "How did you know?"

"I followed him once…" Fuji didn't remove his gaze on the little kitten who was now sweating with nervousness. "Why is he avoiding me?"

"He's not…he doesn't like it when people stay too close to him." Fuji's eyes suddenly shut tight, his normal smile pasted back on his face.

"I see…" he whispered to himself.

"You like Tezuka-buchou, don't you?" a small familiar voice occupied Fuji's ears as he suddenly blushed furiously. He looked up just enough to see the youngest regular member of their team smiling at him, seemingly reading his thoughts.

THA-THUMP! Fuji felt his heartbeat grew louder and faster. He knew he loved Tezuka eversince the first day he met him, but he kept that as a secret. He didn't know people noticed it until now.

Momo was now grinning beside Ryoma, the little freshman. "Your heart beats so loud and fast senpai. You really do like buchou!" He continued grinning until an elbow found its way into his now full stomach. "Yawch! That hurt!" he winced at the smaller boy beside him.

Fuji blushed harder than the last time. Even Momo knows his secret. This could only mean two things, either the two boys are capable of telekinesis or he's just plain obvious. Seeing that the first option was rather unbelievable, he settled on the last one. The tensai sighed once again. No wonder Tezuka is avoiding him, if Momo had figured it out, without a doubt, Tezuka would have too.

Pair of hands caught his shoulders, as the acrobat pulled him closer. "Relax, Fujiko! Why don't you talk to buchou? Nya" he grinned while pointing out of the cafeteria door. Fuji turned around and followed his bestfriend's finger just in time to see Tezuka emerging from the stairs.

"I'll do that." Fuji smiled before getting up.

"Goodluck Fujiko!" Eiji smiled before reverting his eyes to his bentou. 'Everything will be alright' he thought while eating joyfully.

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"Tezuka!" Fuji shouted from across the hall. Tezuka stopped at his tracks but didn't bother to look at the owner of the voice. "What do you want Fuji?" he asked as soon as the tensai was behind him.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"Because that would be best for you."

"Don't tell me what's best for me!" Fuji felt his anger building up as he shouted the words behind the taller boy's back. "What's best for me is for you to stop this fucking charade. I don't know what you're thinking Tezuka…but please…" he lowered down his voice as tears begun to form behind his eyes. "…please stop avoiding me…"

"I like you Tezuka…" he whispered almost inaudibly, staring at the floor, afraid to look at the buchou's face. Fuji knew he heard him but the other boy remained silent for a moment.

"You don't know what you're talking about…" Fuji jerked his head up, the buchou's back still blocking his sight. "…Don't come closer to the darkness that you don't need to see…"

Those words pierced into the tensai's heart as he watched the retreating buchou out of his sight. He fell down on his knees crying his heart out, not caring that a handful of people saw him breakdown.

A/N: Please read and review if you want me to continue with this fic. :) Don't worry...you'll get to see Tezuka's side of the story next chapter