*~~Spring~~*
Did you see my new layout?? Isn't it pretty?? I love the fanart of the header. I don't know who did it, by the way. Zoro and Sanji are soooo lovely... ^_^ I don't like the friends only banner and I guess I'll change it soon.
But, that's not the reason I'm posting. In fact, I have fic!!! Prince of Tennis fic!! Fuji!Fic mostly.
Tittle: Chains
Fandom: POT
Warnings: AU in which Niou, Fuji and Saeki are childhood friends, they're criminals and Fuji Tezuka's gang official Killer.
Pairing: sort of Fuji->Tezuka Tezuka/Echizen.
Words: 879
Disclaimer: Nothing of this is real. They're not mine. Life sucks.
Notes: Sometime last week, I saw this incredible post with its incredible fics and I wanted to do something. I didn't. But I saw a prompt with the word chain and my brain decided to remember an old fic where Niou and Fuji were killers. I started writing and I kind of like what came of it. Thank you very much to faire_estela who is sort of my new English Teacher xDDDDD
That street was not a good place to be at that time of the night. Not when a war had just started over the city. But the young man dressed in black walked without apparent care for the rain. He was soaked and his wet hair made him look like a teenager. In the stranger's face, his big smile -not really happy nor really creepy- died a bit when he saw the person sitting at the stairs in front of one of the houses.
“You're late.”
“Am I?” he tilted his head, still smiling.
“Where's your bike?”
“It ran out of petrol, you know,” he answered and paused as if he had been going to say something and then he had reconsidered.
“Fuji.”
“Are you here waiting for me for any reason, Tezuka? Do I have to go out again?”
“We should be inside.”
Tezuka stood up and entered the house. No one could be seen, and there was that lack of shouting that meant that the house inhabitants where asleep or nowhere near Headquarters. Fuji stepped inside the kitchen behind Tezuka and closed the door. He didn't bother to dry himself nor did he bother to sit and wait patiently as always for Tezuka to talk. He was wet, cold and tired. He wanted to sleep until the following spring, when hopefully the war over Kantou will be over.
“What, more problems with Fudomine in my absence?” he asked rather boldly.
“We are still going after them in a week.”
“I won't have to kill that Shinji guy, then. I guess Echizen wants to do it himself.”
“That's nothing you should know about,” Tezuka stopped for a moment before broaching the subject he had wanted to go into since the very beginning. “Inui's intelligence data said you were with Rikkai's Niou.”
“He treated me to dinner. Honoring an old friendship.”
“Fuji.”
Fuji. Fuji. Fuji. Fuji. Always the same way to say it. Always expecting more and more and more.
“What do you want, Tezuka?” and now, the tiredness in Fuji's voice was obvious. Tezuka stood there, glaring. “Don't worry. I'm not going to betray Seigaku. I only was eating with a childhood friend, gathering some information. They're going to go after Rokkaku.”
“I don't trust Niou.”
“Neither do I. But he'll be dead soon. Yukimura is not kind with traitors.”
“I'm going to win.”
Fuji sighed and bit the remark floating in the back of his mind.
“Of course. You're the best. Kantou is yours to reign. But we have to defeat Rikkai, and you know, they wont be our allies like Atobe and certainly they wont behave honorably like Tachibana. They're gonna crush Saeki's gang. And I don't care how many people I have to kill for you to become what you're destined to be. Now, I want to sleep. If you excuse me...”
Fuji turned and started to walk out of the room when Tezuka's whisper stopped him.
“Do you wear it?”
“I have never taken it away.”
“Fuji. I'm sorry.”
“Don't. It was my doing. I quite like chains since then.”
“Still. I...”
“Some of us want to sleep in this house.” Echizen opened the door looking worse than what Fuji had seen of him that day with Ibu. His eye was swollen and he had a dark bruise going purple and green on his cheek. He didn't look like the handsome young man he was. He looked like... well, like a person who had losen a fight.
“Hello to you too, Echizen.”
“It's two in the morning Fuji. Excuse me if I'm not my cheerful self right now.”
Fuji, still in the middle of the kitchen, laughed as quietly as he could manage. He ignored Tezuka's concerned face because he didn't want to see it. He wasn't ready for it. It had been five years since Fuji had started his work as Seigaku's killer and not once had he seen that concerned face for one of his injuries. And there it was. Shining clearly in the middle of the kitchen.
Trust Echizen to interrupt a meaningful conversation with what could hurt Fuji the most.
“You should be in bed, Echizen.”
“I know. But it's drugs time.”
“If you are in too much pain, we can wake up Oishi, Echizen-kun.”
Fuji's singsong voice was so full of bitterness that even Tezuka reacted to it physically arching an eyebrow. He adopted a thoughtful attitude and Fuji knew he was thinking about how risky it was to have them disliking each other.
“There's no need for that, Fuji. But your face doesn't look quite well. Oishi would be pleased to check if everything is alright. After all, I guess you were in the rain for a few hours.”
“Everything is fine, thank you. I'm only a bit wet. If you excuse me, I'm going to dry myself and sleep.”
“We are going to talk about this again first thing tomorrow Fuji,” Tezuka ordered, dismissing Fuji and turning to hand Echizen his painkillers.
Fuji exited the room without looking back to the smug smile in Echizen's face. The chain around his neck weighed a hundred times more than before and he wished he had accepted Niou's offers to join Rikkai years ago.
EDIT: I couldn't help it. Hetalia who's your family quizz.
But, that's not the reason I'm posting. In fact, I have fic!!! Prince of Tennis fic!! Fuji!Fic mostly.
Tittle: Chains
Fandom: POT
Warnings: AU in which Niou, Fuji and Saeki are childhood friends, they're criminals and Fuji Tezuka's gang official Killer.
Pairing: sort of Fuji->Tezuka Tezuka/Echizen.
Words: 879
Disclaimer: Nothing of this is real. They're not mine. Life sucks.
Notes: Sometime last week, I saw this incredible post with its incredible fics and I wanted to do something. I didn't. But I saw a prompt with the word chain and my brain decided to remember an old fic where Niou and Fuji were killers. I started writing and I kind of like what came of it. Thank you very much to faire_estela who is sort of my new English Teacher xDDDDD
That street was not a good place to be at that time of the night. Not when a war had just started over the city. But the young man dressed in black walked without apparent care for the rain. He was soaked and his wet hair made him look like a teenager. In the stranger's face, his big smile -not really happy nor really creepy- died a bit when he saw the person sitting at the stairs in front of one of the houses.
“You're late.”
“Am I?” he tilted his head, still smiling.
“Where's your bike?”
“It ran out of petrol, you know,” he answered and paused as if he had been going to say something and then he had reconsidered.
“Fuji.”
“Are you here waiting for me for any reason, Tezuka? Do I have to go out again?”
“We should be inside.”
Tezuka stood up and entered the house. No one could be seen, and there was that lack of shouting that meant that the house inhabitants where asleep or nowhere near Headquarters. Fuji stepped inside the kitchen behind Tezuka and closed the door. He didn't bother to dry himself nor did he bother to sit and wait patiently as always for Tezuka to talk. He was wet, cold and tired. He wanted to sleep until the following spring, when hopefully the war over Kantou will be over.
“What, more problems with Fudomine in my absence?” he asked rather boldly.
“We are still going after them in a week.”
“I won't have to kill that Shinji guy, then. I guess Echizen wants to do it himself.”
“That's nothing you should know about,” Tezuka stopped for a moment before broaching the subject he had wanted to go into since the very beginning. “Inui's intelligence data said you were with Rikkai's Niou.”
“He treated me to dinner. Honoring an old friendship.”
“Fuji.”
Fuji. Fuji. Fuji. Fuji. Always the same way to say it. Always expecting more and more and more.
“What do you want, Tezuka?” and now, the tiredness in Fuji's voice was obvious. Tezuka stood there, glaring. “Don't worry. I'm not going to betray Seigaku. I only was eating with a childhood friend, gathering some information. They're going to go after Rokkaku.”
“I don't trust Niou.”
“Neither do I. But he'll be dead soon. Yukimura is not kind with traitors.”
“I'm going to win.”
Fuji sighed and bit the remark floating in the back of his mind.
“Of course. You're the best. Kantou is yours to reign. But we have to defeat Rikkai, and you know, they wont be our allies like Atobe and certainly they wont behave honorably like Tachibana. They're gonna crush Saeki's gang. And I don't care how many people I have to kill for you to become what you're destined to be. Now, I want to sleep. If you excuse me...”
Fuji turned and started to walk out of the room when Tezuka's whisper stopped him.
“Do you wear it?”
“I have never taken it away.”
“Fuji. I'm sorry.”
“Don't. It was my doing. I quite like chains since then.”
“Still. I...”
“Some of us want to sleep in this house.” Echizen opened the door looking worse than what Fuji had seen of him that day with Ibu. His eye was swollen and he had a dark bruise going purple and green on his cheek. He didn't look like the handsome young man he was. He looked like... well, like a person who had losen a fight.
“Hello to you too, Echizen.”
“It's two in the morning Fuji. Excuse me if I'm not my cheerful self right now.”
Fuji, still in the middle of the kitchen, laughed as quietly as he could manage. He ignored Tezuka's concerned face because he didn't want to see it. He wasn't ready for it. It had been five years since Fuji had started his work as Seigaku's killer and not once had he seen that concerned face for one of his injuries. And there it was. Shining clearly in the middle of the kitchen.
Trust Echizen to interrupt a meaningful conversation with what could hurt Fuji the most.
“You should be in bed, Echizen.”
“I know. But it's drugs time.”
“If you are in too much pain, we can wake up Oishi, Echizen-kun.”
Fuji's singsong voice was so full of bitterness that even Tezuka reacted to it physically arching an eyebrow. He adopted a thoughtful attitude and Fuji knew he was thinking about how risky it was to have them disliking each other.
“There's no need for that, Fuji. But your face doesn't look quite well. Oishi would be pleased to check if everything is alright. After all, I guess you were in the rain for a few hours.”
“Everything is fine, thank you. I'm only a bit wet. If you excuse me, I'm going to dry myself and sleep.”
“We are going to talk about this again first thing tomorrow Fuji,” Tezuka ordered, dismissing Fuji and turning to hand Echizen his painkillers.
Fuji exited the room without looking back to the smug smile in Echizen's face. The chain around his neck weighed a hundred times more than before and he wished he had accepted Niou's offers to join Rikkai years ago.
EDIT: I couldn't help it. Hetalia who's your family quizz.