Disclaimer : i don't own Prince of Tennis

A supernatural and romance genre-based fanfiction. A bit of an angst later in the future.

It's an AtobexTezukaxFuji fanfiction. Don't read if you don't like BL or Yaoi.

There'll be deaths and killing later on. So if you don't like dark and heavy themes, just bear with me. *smile*

There's not much of tennis here.

Last note : I LOVE FUJI AND ATOBE. (:

Important notes : This is purely original. If you don't like BL or Yaoi, I warn you to not read it.

Memory 02 : Guest of Honor

"I just want someone to stop this endless hell for me"

Fuji was still sleeping peacefully. Doctor Oishi closed the door as gently as possible, "It's been a while since he has been able to sleep this peacefully. I thank you Tezuka-san". Tezuka nodded in acknowledgment. "I'll leave him to you then" smiled Oishi and he left. Tezuka opened the door as slowly as possible to not disturb the peaceful Fuji. After opening the door, he closed the door slowly as well. In his hands, were a tray of two teacups and a teapot. "Does he even drink tea?" thought Tezuka to himself but put the tray on a table. ( Fuji's room has a balcony ). He walked out to the balcony and felt the breeze graze his cheeks.

Then, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Tezuka took out the phone and checked his inbox.

From : Atobe

I'm in Japan.

He thought, "It's so like Atobe to send short messages". He then replied, "I'm at the Kisaragi Rehab Centre" and pressed the 'Send' button. Not long after that, his phone vibrated again. The screen showed two words, "I know". He felt disappointed. He expected something longer but it's Atobe Keigo we're talking about. Tezuka heard some rustling from the bed, Fuji had woken up. The patient sat up slowly and fixed his over-sized pajamas. He rubbed his eyes with the sleeves ( the pajamas was too big ). His hair was in a mess.

Fuji yawned and rubbed his eyes again. He turned to his right and saw Tezuka. His eyes widened with fear. He fell off the bed. Tezuka ran to him in worry, "Are you alright, Fuji-san?". Fuji nodded furiously. Tezuka patted his head. Instead of helping him stand up, he carried Fuji ( in bridal style ) and put him on the bed. "You should say thank you when someone helps you like this" lectured Tezuka. Fuji tilted his head to one side, indicating that he didn't understand what Tezuka was talking about. Tezuka remembered that Fuji had no memories after he turned five. So, it must have included his knowledge of speaking, reading and writing.

Tezuka sighed and sat down. "Follow me. Thank. You" started Tezuka. Fuji tried, "Tankyu". The specialist smiled slighty and stood up. Fuji flinched at his sudden movement. Tezuka took the tray of two teacups and a teapot. He poured the tea into the two teacups. He gave one to Fuji and advised, "Drink it slowly. It's hot". But it seemed Fuji did not understand as he gulped the tea down almost immediately. The tea was hot because Fuji stuck out his tongue and kept using his hand to fan it. Tezuka took out a block of ice from the fridge and gave it to him. Fuji took the ice carefully and placed it one his tongue. His blue orbs showed satisfaction. He smiled.

"Ice" said Fuji.

Tezuka blinked, "Yes. It's ice". The two of them kept quiet for a moment and Tezuka attempted to ask a question but stopped himself as he remembered that Fuji was unable to understand much yet. He placed a hand on Fuji's head and ruffled his caramel brown hair. Fuji pouted and smiled. Tezuka turned and was about to leave the room but Fuji grabbed his purple shirt. "Will come back?"

Tezuka nodded, "I'll come back later".

He left the room and closed the door without looking back. Beside the door stood Doctor Kikumaru. "Tezuka-san. Here~ Write your updates'' said Kikumaru as he gave him a official looking paper. Tezuka scribbled down, "18th March - Doesn't have the knowledge of language and reading" and handed it back to Doctor Kikumaru. "Hmm. Nya? He can't talk?" asked Kikumaru. "It doesn't seem like he understands. I'll be teaching him some basic things to let him remember some stuff" replied Tezuka. Kikumaru nodded and they both went off to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was busier than usual. Noisy was more like it.

"Nyah? What's going on?" asked Kikumaru. "Ah. The famous Atobe Keigo was here in our rehab centre" said a trainer. "EH? ATOBE KEIGO? What's he doing here?" screeched Kikumaru. "Rumors has it that he bought our rehab a new stock of medication" said another trainer. Tezuka sighed. He would have to expect this if he wanted to date the millionaire Atobe Keigo.

"I'll eat elsewhere" said Tezuka coldly. He turned on his heels and walked out of the cafeteria quickly. He walked so quickly and he didn't realize that he was already out of the rehab centre. "I might as well go get a shower" mumbled Tezuka. He crossed the road and arrived in his hotel ( yes. tezuka's hotel is just across the rehab centre ). As he passed the reception, the receptionist called out, "Tezuka Kunimitsu". Tezuka halted to a stop. "Yes?"

"There was someone looking for you earlier. I believe he has gone up to your room" said the receptionist.

"Thank you" thanked Tezuka and he took to elevator to floor 23. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator. He walked straight, turned right and arrived at his room. As expected, he saw him outside his door. He was wearing a white tuxedo, a black tie and a bouquet of white champagne roses in his hands. "Took you long enough. Ore-sama doesn't like waiting. You know that, Tezuka" said Atobe in his usual mocking tone.

"....."

Tezuka opened the door and Atobe entered the room. "Some small room you have here" insulted Atobe. Tezuka's eyebrow twitched, "I'm sorry my room can't compare to your everyday meals". Atobe smirked and sat down on a nearby chair. To be honest, the room wasn't that small. The room was a suite room. A dining room, living room, kitchen, three bathrooms and two bedrooms. It's spacious enough for six people to live in.

"Here" Tezuka gave Atobe a plate of blueberry cake. He sat opposite of him, a plate of blueberry cake in his hands. His left hand held a fork. He poked the blueberry cake and ate it. "Ore-sama picked this up at the nearest florist shop" Atobe threw the bouquet of white champagne roses at Tezuka. He caught the bouquet easily.

He couldn't help but smile. Nearest florist shop? Yeah right. For all Tezuka knew, you could only get champagne roses in a florist shop located in Tokyo. They're now in Osaka, for god's sake. "Thanks" he thanked. "Are you heading back to the rehab again?"asked Atobe. "I'll have to go there at 7 at night" replied Tezuka. Atobe looked at him and had a bite of the blueberry cake.

"It's quite delicious"

Tezuka had the urge to refrain himself from rolling his eyes. He so did not invite Atobe just to eat cake. Annoyed, he stood up and said "I'm going to get a shower". He put the plate down, avoiding Atobe's eyes, turned around and headed for the shower. He entered the bathroom and closed the door. Atobe smirked. He stood up and took off his blazer. He took off his black tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He walked to the bed and sat on it in a way that might turn Tezuka on. ( it's up to your imaginations )

After fifteen minutes, Tezuka finally stepped out of the bathroom with a towel hanging loosely on his hips. It could fall off even with just a small tug. Atobe looked at him, or more precisely at his muscular body. Tezuka saw Atobe on the bed sitting sexily. He gulped down his saliva and walked towards the bed. He sat on it, not facing Atobe. Atobe leaned forward and blew some air at his neck, sending shivers down Tezuka's spine.

Tezuka turned around to say something but was stopped by Atobe slamming his lips on him. "What's with the rush?" moaned Tezuka. "You left Germany without telling me beforehand for a patient. A male patient! Ore-sama is pissed off" whispered Atobe at Tezuka's ears. The both of them battled with their tongues, fingers and bodies. Atobe took dominance over him as Tezuka finally gave up. The silver-haired male's fingers found what they wanted.

An evening of moaning.

What a steamy evening, don't you think?

xx

Tezuka rubbed his eyes. He sat up on the bed upright and looked to his right. He smiled at the sight of the silver-haired male who was sleeping beside him with the white blanket covering his lower half of his body. He hadn't done it for so long. But he felt satisfied. He felt satisfied to know that Atobe flew all the way from Germany to find him. But there was always something about Atobe that was weighing on his mind.

Atobe's a millionaire. The thought that Atobe might have another lover weighed on his mind heavily. Tezuka leaned towards Atobe and kissed him on the forehead, "You seem to like kisses very much, Tezuka" muttered the silver-haired male. A small blush crept its way up to Tezuka's pale cheeks. He backed away by an inch and the millionaire boy kissed him on the nose. Atobe sat up and suggested, "Let's go shower. Ore-sama is pretty curious about the patient boy who stole you away from me". The couple took a quick bath and dressed up.

They reached the rehab in less than ten minutes.

"Ah. Tezuka-san! Ara? May I ask who is this?" asked a random female nurse.

Tezuka smiled but didn't answer. "Tezuka-san" called out a voice. He turned right to see Doctor Oishi coming up to him with a tray of food in his hands. "This is..." Tezuka began. "Fuji Syuusuke's dinner" replied Oishi, handing the tray to Tezuka. The honey haired boy took the tray and thanked Oishi. Atobe looked at him with disgust, "You're going to feed a.. how old?". Tezuka looked at him, "17 year old. He's lost his memories, mind you". The silver haired male tch-ed.

He knocked on the door 13571 and entered.

"Fuji-san?"

Atobe stopped at the doorsteps.

Fuji looked at Atobe.

And he screamed as if the world was coming to an end.