Ch.1 Discovery

The rain showers down washing away heat and also any hope of finishing the game. As the player's passion to win rise, the more the rain increases, causing the tennis game to abruptly stop. Yet again, Fuji had sunken to his opponent's level, without trying to exert his true potential. Today's victim: Ryoma, the new super rookie. Fuji pants and directs a smile towards his opponent who seemed to have enjoyed the game. Fuji himself was shocked at how much the super rookie had pushed him to his limits, though not far enough. Fuji slowly walks towards the little shack which they call their changing room, hearing the melodic sounds of "splish" "splash" his sneakers were making when in contact with the wet floor. As he enters the changing room, a lighting bolt smears the grey of the sky, a sight which Fuji deeply admires.

Fuji closes the door behind him and jumps at the sound of his name. "Fuji…"

He turns around and finds himself looking into the cold eyes of his captain. "Tezuka"

Fuji wasn't nervous even if the icy stare of his captain seemed to be burning a hole through him. He's known him for far to long to be intimidated by Tezuka's outer shell.

"Why didn't you fight Ryoma with your full potential?" Tezuka stares into Fuji's eyes with his most serious face, as if that ever changed.

Fuji couldn't help but avoid his eyes, he felt as if Tezuka was staring into his very core. "I can never seem to get fully serious. What about you?"

"I always play my best." That hurt Fuji, he thought Tezuka and himself were the same kind, but it seems that that wasn't true.

"Oh. Then if this will be a problem you can take me off the team." Fuji stares at the jacket his captain had on, it had imprinted on the front Seigaku, the name of their tennis club. In his voice the fear of having that taken away wasn't visible, but tennis was the only thing Fuji had left, and if that title was taken away then his life would surely shatter.

"It wouldn't be reasonable to take such drastic measures, I'm sure you'll avoid making this into a problem." Tezuka's stern tone never seemed to change; his voice is always monotonous, even towards a friend.

Fuji sits on the bench located near the window of the changing room; the sky had engulfed his mind. The bolts of light splashed and decorated the grey sky, like a painter painting on canvas. He pulls himself out of his train of thought and turns around to ask Tezuka a question but his mind is turned blank by the sight in front of him. Tezuka had taken off his tennis uniform in order to put on his school clothes but in the process was standing half naked in front of Fuji. Fuji couldn't help but stare at the mildly built body and the silky, brown hair covering Tezuka's delicate neck.

"Fuji? What are you staring at?" Tezuka's voice startles him and he quickly averts his eyes.

"Nothing…" Fuji stands and slips off his jacket and tennis shirt. He walks over to get his bag which was near Tezuka, but trips in the process.

Who knew Fuji was going to land in between Tezuka's legs as they both hit the floor. Fuji wasn't thinking about how much the fall hurt because he was entranced by the distance between himself and Tezuka. He could hear Tezuka's soft breathing and he could see the sparks of gold in his brown eyes, he felt as if he wanted to kiss Tezuka's soft lips.

Tezuka clears his throat, "Fuji…"

Fuji immediately pushes himself away, hiding his flushed face from Tezuka's vision. "I'm sorry"

"Its fine" Tezuka finishes gathering his things, "Well, see you tomorrow."

Fuji's eyes follow Tezuka out the door, wishing he would stay longer. After Fuji was sure he was long gone he whispers to himself in that lonely room, "See you Tezuka…"

Fuji sighs; he didn't understand what the heck was wrong with him. He puts on his school shirt and gathers his stuff. He walks home, without and umbrella, letting the rain attempt to wash away all these foreign emotions he was feeling. He puts on his mask before entering his house, a smile, which Fuji was confident no one could ever crack. Fuji only removes his mask when he's alone, other than that, a smile always crosses his face…except when he is with Tezuka. Tezuka seemed to know Fuji too well and that scared Fuji…he felt as if his own would was being invaded by a stranger. The sad thing is that even if Tezuka could read Fuji like a book, Fuji seemed to know very little about Tezuka. Knowing him for 3 years, yet he knows less than those Tezuka fan girls at school.

"Hi Onee-san." Fuji smiles at his older sister, even she couldn't tell that Fuji's feelings were being thrown around like a tornado.

"Hmm. You sure are late, is it a girl that is keeping you out?"

"Ha-ha, yes of course it is." Fuji slowly climbs the stairs to his room, locking the door behind him.

He throws himself on his bed and stares up at the ceiling. He places his finger on his lips; did he really want to kiss Tezuka at that moment?

Fuji shifts to his side, "It's just my imagination…I must be getting a cold." Fuji's mind wanders on until he drifts into sleep and boy what a dream he had!

Fuji drags his feet on the way to school; he really didn't feel like seeing Tezuka today. Well that is practically impossible since they were in the same class and tennis club. The dream he had last night knocked off his morning mood, it was proving more impossible to smile the closer he got to school. Why did he have to have a wet dream about Tezuka on the day of exams?

Fuji feels his forehead, "Some thing is wrong with me. I seriously must be getting a cold."

Fuji passes the school gate and is greet with his usual group of fan girls. "Good Morning Fuji-sama!"

He flashes a beautiful smile, "Good Morning girls"

"Ah Fuji-sama, you're looking beautiful today." The girls stare in awe at Fuji's flawless face and figure.

"Thank You, you are as well."

"Ah!" Fuji walks by the girl as they melt to the floor. He always uses that line in order to escape their grasp.

Fuji walks up the stairs of the school building, dreading ever coming to school. First period was English, and Tezuka sat next to him. Not if that matters, Tezuka never seemed to take his eyes off the chalk board, even if he's already fluent in that language. It was pretty early so Fuji wanted to take the opportunity to relax in what he was expecting to be a desolate classroom.

As Fuji opens the classroom door, he feels someone pull him in and back him up to the wall near the door. Fuji could feel the person's heart beating, and his silky hair softly ghosting over Fuji's smooth skin. He places his hand over Fuji's mouth and stares at the door from a distance. He waits until a crowd of fan girls pass the classroom by in order to talk.

He takes his hand away from Fuji's mouth, and awkwardly moves away. He avoids looking into Fuji's eyes, "Sorry…I was running away from the fan girls and if they'd had seen you I'm sure they would have found me."

Fuji stands there, speechless; because if he talked he was sure his heart would have come out of his mouth. He was now facing the person he least wanted to see…Tezuka.

Authors Note: Kawaii!! XD – Jup…my second story!! I was debating what couple to do it on and I decided not to do another KanamexZero until later. I wanted to do a prince of tennis fanfic first!! FujixTezuka is my fave couple and I'm sure this will be a fun story. Also…I decided to make my chapters shorter but have more chapters and leave all of you in cliff hangers!! It makes it more exciting. Lol. Please look forward and leave comments!! Hope you enjoyed!