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Title: How (Not) to Study for an Exam sorry for the lame title! >.<
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji/Atobe
Prompter: shenguin
Prompt: Tezuka/Fuji(/Atobe if possible), geeky science or math class. Schrodinger's cat would be LOVE. As would happy/perfect/Achilles/etc. numbers. Or the Google algorithm, etc. Really, the geekier, the better. I ♥ well done science fic.
Word Count: 1617
Genre: study!fic
Summary: Tezuka takes his studying very seriously. Fuji and Atobe do not.
Warnings: Lots of mathematical and scientific terms that are quite possibly misrepresented but that you do not necessarily need to understand to get the story. ^___^ also, a very vague time-frame, somewhere after high school.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Prince of Tennis, or any alive-dead cats.
Beta: stevenghost (thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!)
The sun was setting and Tezuka and Atobe were no closer to ready for the test than they had been before they began "studying". They both placed their blame squarely on the innocently smiling tensai lounging on his bed, who seemed, if anything, extremely amused at their predicament.
"Ore-sama cannot concentrate on these horrible books any longer," Atobe finally snapped, "especially if Fuji continues to test Ore-sama's patience."
Fuji giggled and closed his too-blue eyes in undisguised amusement. Idly kicking his feet behind him, he replied, "I'm just looking."
"Staring. Ore-sama cannot handle your rudeness."
"Ne, but I'm bored."
"Fuji," Tezuka deadpanned, concentrating quite hard on his own book, which he was highlighting and making notes in quite rigorously, "didn't you say that you had your own work to do?"
"I finished it," Fuji said, shifting so that his head was resting on his boyfriend's shoulder, peering down at the book with mild interest. "You need to use the Euler Equation for that one." Tezuka frowned and shot Fuji a slightly reproachful glare, before beginning the problem again. Sometimes having a tensai for a boyfriend seemed detrimental towards his learning.
"Finished it?" Atobe asked incredulously, peering down his nose at the smaller boy. "Ore-sama cannot imagine how you have finished it, as ore-sama has not seen you open a book all day."
"Nobody needs books for web assignments," Fuji said condescendingly, somehow giving the impression of rolling his eyes though his lids remained firmly shut. Atobe grumbled mutinously but turned back to his book, huffing.
Another ten minutes passed this way, Atobe quietly fuming and taking angry -but of course, still perfectly written- notes in his notebook and Fuji occasionally correcting Tezuka before the brown-haired captain had a chance to correct his own mistakes, earning himself several more increasingly exasperated glares. Finally, Tezuka's nearly infinite impatience began to see its end. "I will not learn the material effectively if I do not perform these equations on my own, Fuji."
Fuji's eyes opened, but before he could reply, Atobe put in his two pieces. "Ore-sama thinks that we should study together. Ore-sama finds it quite pointless for us to study separately for essentially the same test."
"You were the one who wanted to concentrate on "Ore-sama's specific needs,"" Fuji pointed out, sending the heir a surly look.
"Combining our notes would be an efficient way to study," Tezuka pointed out peaceably. Fuji 'hmph'ed and rolled over, curling up in the middle of the bed in a little fit of pique. Atobe preened triumphantly in the sulking tensai's direction.
Tezuka sighed as he got up and sat on the bed with them, trading notes with Atobe and reaching out to stroke Fuji's hair. The tensai purred at the attention, placated. Atobe grumbled and huffed at the injustice of it all. Really, Tezuka reflected, their petty rivalry was annoying sometimes. Fuji did everything in his power to get on Atobe's nerves -he had only begun really forgiving him for injuring Tezuka's elbow- and the Atobe heir always responded with his trademark dosages of regal wit and petty revenge. Still, studying was more important. He could figure out what their slender lover had done to earn the Atobe heir's ire (yet again) later. "Syuusuke, what's the mathematical formulation of the uncertainty principle?"
Fuji, happy with the attention, hummed and shifted so his head was resting on Tezuka's thigh before answering. "The product of delta x times delta p is greater than or equal to half of h," he responded easily.
Atobe glared over the reading glasses that they all knew he didn't need. "Why aren't you several years ahead of us again, Fuji?"
"Why, Keigo, I couldn't possibly leave you and ‘Mitsu all alone," Fuji gushed, blue eyes slitting open.
"Atobe. Your notes are missing Schrödinger's cat," Tezuka interjected.
"Why would a cat be important on a math exam?" Atobe wanted to know, huffing regally. "Ore-sama refuses to subscribe to such foolishness. Ore-sama does not understand why educational institutions waste Ore-sama's precious time with foolish things like cats and Indians."
"Indians?" Fuji asked, a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Ore-sama's teachers in high school thought that Ore-sama ought to learn about a 'Chief Sogetoa' but Ore-sama would not stand for such foolishness in class," Atobe declared, drawing himself up with pride. "Ore-sama put his foot down. Ore-sama's education is far too important to be wasted on fanciful ridiculousness such as that!"
"Chief Sohcahtoa?" Fuji asked, breaking into giggles.
"It doesn't matter what the name was," Atobe insisted, "and I do not see what is so funny about a waste of one's educational time! Some people might find such trivial distractions amusing, but for those seriously interested in learning-"
Fuji, sensing a long speech coming on, fought down his mirth and interrupted. "Atobe, was it ever difficult for you to remember how to fine the sine, cosine, or tangent values from a right triangle?"
"Well of course," Atobe said, his ire increasing. "Especially with everybody muttering 'Sogetoa'-"
"Sohcahtoa."
"-Whatever! all the time. How could one be expected to concentrate?!"
"Atobe," Tezuka interjected calmly before Fuji could begin another round of useless 'amusement', "it is an acronym."
Atobe blinked, and Fuji had the grace to turn his face towards the wall as he snickered in the background.
"What?"
"‘Chief Sohcahtoa‘." It's an acronym. It's supposed to help you remember the equations for finding Sine, Cosine, and Tangent angles of a triangle."
"Soh: Sine= opposite (leg) over hypotenuse. Cah: Cosine= adjacent (leg) over hypotenuse. Soh-cah-toa. They're like FOIL, Kings Play Chess on Fine Green Silk, and the Preposition Song," Fuji piped in helpfully, rolling back over to face them. Neither he nor Atobe seemed to have noticed that Tezuka had voluntarily spoken more than a single sentence at once. Well, Fuji probably had, Tezuka mused as he turned his attention back to comparing their notes, but he was having far too much fun belittling the captain of Hyoutei to pay much attention.
"Well, if you know so much then you might as well explain everything to us!" Atobe replied exasperatedly.
"‘No one who cannot rejoice in the discovery of his own mistakes deserves to be called a scholar‘!" (1) Fuji trilled.
Tezuka headed off any further teasing by agreeing with Atobe's statement. Hopefully this way the two would both be too busy to continue getting on each other's nerves, and they might actually be prepared in time for the test tomorrow.
"What do you want to know?" Fuji asked, stretching lazily on the bed and seeming quite content to accept his victory.
There was brief silence for a moment. "Schrodinger's cat," Tezuka finally said, frowning at the sketchy notes that they had on the subject.
Fuji's smile went disturbingly feline. "The alive-and-dead cat?" he asked rhetorically? "Oh, that one's fun! It challenges the Copenhagen ideas about quantum superposition by suggesting that the cat placed-"
"From the beginning, please, Fuji," Atobe ground out, looking like the effort to be polite was costing him a good deal of patience.
"My," Fuji pouted, "nobody can finish a sentence today, hm? Well, Schrodinger devised a thought-experiment by which he might expose the extreme bizarreness of the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics. The idea is that if you apply the Copenhagen interpretation of superposition to a scenario in which there is a cat in a sealed box who has equal chances of surviving or dying then according to quantum mechanics, the cat is both alive and dead, until somebody opens the box and looks in to make a 'measurement'." He paused, smiling slightly. "The exact situation is as follows: a cat is placed in a sealed box shielded against any kind of environmentally induced quantum decoherence. A flask of hydrocyanic acid with a hammer poised to break it is placed in with the cat. There is also Geiger Counter containing a minute amount of radioactive substance which may or may not, depending on chance, go off and make the hammer break the acid open, killing the cat." He rolled over so that he could peer up at his quiet audience.
"Funny, ne? Following?"
Tezuka nodded, his hand reaching over and resuming its perch Fuji's head as he digested the information. Atobe got up from his chair by the window and declared "Ore-sama's" total and unequivocal understanding, sweeping off his glasses and ending the declaration with an impressive stretch to remind his subjects of his unparalleled balance and flexibility. Fuji smiled in mild appreciation, though Tezuka, still buried in his book, didn't seem to notice.
Atobe cleared his throat loudly to get even their stoic boyfriend's attention and imperiously declared a break. "Ore-sama will call for a snack to be brought immediately," he said, already flipping open his blindingly metallic phone, "if you two may prepare tea."
With a soft snort, Fuji let it made known his opinion of Atobe calling anything that he had to call for a 'snack', but did not otherwise protest and leaned up to give Atobe a peck on the cheek as he and Tezuka adjourned to his family's kitchen. It was deserted, his mother and Yumiko out to visit relatives and friends in other locales for the next few days, and his father overseas on business.
"You should not quarrel with him so much." Tezuka said, locating the cups and tea with little difficulty.
"We enjoy it," Fuji replied cheerfully, filling the kettle with water from the tap. "It's our own special way of bonding. We're simply trying to find our happy numbers."
Tezuka sighed, too tired to figure out exactly what the slender tensai meant by that. He should have known better than to think that this 'break' would be very restful, with Fuji around.
1. A quote by Donald Foster, found via quotationspage.com
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed!!! Please feel free to read and review- this is my first-ever finished POT fanfic, so constructive criticism is very welcome!
I hope I followed your prompt okay, shenguin >.< I was having lots of trouble understanding and searching out mathematical and scientific stuff to use. I'm sorry if it's very inconsistent. ;___;
I'm afraid that this ending might be too abrupt- I had actually continued this quite a bit, but it was starting to head in a direction I was not sure what to do with (and I thought it was getting a little forced and redundant) so I cut it all out. If anyone likes, I could finish it up and send them a full version later.
EDIT: Many thanks to paranoid_fridge for pointing out that Copenhagen is a place, not a person! *headdesk* Ah, I knew that I had to have messed up somewhere...
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji/Atobe
Prompter: shenguin
Prompt: Tezuka/Fuji(/Atobe if possible), geeky science or math class. Schrodinger's cat would be LOVE. As would happy/perfect/Achilles/etc. numbers. Or the Google algorithm, etc. Really, the geekier, the better. I ♥ well done science fic.
Word Count: 1617
Genre: study!fic
Summary: Tezuka takes his studying very seriously. Fuji and Atobe do not.
Warnings: Lots of mathematical and scientific terms that are quite possibly misrepresented but that you do not necessarily need to understand to get the story. ^___^ also, a very vague time-frame, somewhere after high school.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Prince of Tennis, or any alive-dead cats.
Beta: stevenghost (thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!)
The sun was setting and Tezuka and Atobe were no closer to ready for the test than they had been before they began "studying". They both placed their blame squarely on the innocently smiling tensai lounging on his bed, who seemed, if anything, extremely amused at their predicament.
"Ore-sama cannot concentrate on these horrible books any longer," Atobe finally snapped, "especially if Fuji continues to test Ore-sama's patience."
Fuji giggled and closed his too-blue eyes in undisguised amusement. Idly kicking his feet behind him, he replied, "I'm just looking."
"Staring. Ore-sama cannot handle your rudeness."
"Ne, but I'm bored."
"Fuji," Tezuka deadpanned, concentrating quite hard on his own book, which he was highlighting and making notes in quite rigorously, "didn't you say that you had your own work to do?"
"I finished it," Fuji said, shifting so that his head was resting on his boyfriend's shoulder, peering down at the book with mild interest. "You need to use the Euler Equation for that one." Tezuka frowned and shot Fuji a slightly reproachful glare, before beginning the problem again. Sometimes having a tensai for a boyfriend seemed detrimental towards his learning.
"Finished it?" Atobe asked incredulously, peering down his nose at the smaller boy. "Ore-sama cannot imagine how you have finished it, as ore-sama has not seen you open a book all day."
"Nobody needs books for web assignments," Fuji said condescendingly, somehow giving the impression of rolling his eyes though his lids remained firmly shut. Atobe grumbled mutinously but turned back to his book, huffing.
Another ten minutes passed this way, Atobe quietly fuming and taking angry -but of course, still perfectly written- notes in his notebook and Fuji occasionally correcting Tezuka before the brown-haired captain had a chance to correct his own mistakes, earning himself several more increasingly exasperated glares. Finally, Tezuka's nearly infinite impatience began to see its end. "I will not learn the material effectively if I do not perform these equations on my own, Fuji."
Fuji's eyes opened, but before he could reply, Atobe put in his two pieces. "Ore-sama thinks that we should study together. Ore-sama finds it quite pointless for us to study separately for essentially the same test."
"You were the one who wanted to concentrate on "Ore-sama's specific needs,"" Fuji pointed out, sending the heir a surly look.
"Combining our notes would be an efficient way to study," Tezuka pointed out peaceably. Fuji 'hmph'ed and rolled over, curling up in the middle of the bed in a little fit of pique. Atobe preened triumphantly in the sulking tensai's direction.
Tezuka sighed as he got up and sat on the bed with them, trading notes with Atobe and reaching out to stroke Fuji's hair. The tensai purred at the attention, placated. Atobe grumbled and huffed at the injustice of it all. Really, Tezuka reflected, their petty rivalry was annoying sometimes. Fuji did everything in his power to get on Atobe's nerves -he had only begun really forgiving him for injuring Tezuka's elbow- and the Atobe heir always responded with his trademark dosages of regal wit and petty revenge. Still, studying was more important. He could figure out what their slender lover had done to earn the Atobe heir's ire (yet again) later. "Syuusuke, what's the mathematical formulation of the uncertainty principle?"
Fuji, happy with the attention, hummed and shifted so his head was resting on Tezuka's thigh before answering. "The product of delta x times delta p is greater than or equal to half of h," he responded easily.
Atobe glared over the reading glasses that they all knew he didn't need. "Why aren't you several years ahead of us again, Fuji?"
"Why, Keigo, I couldn't possibly leave you and ‘Mitsu all alone," Fuji gushed, blue eyes slitting open.
"Atobe. Your notes are missing Schrödinger's cat," Tezuka interjected.
"Why would a cat be important on a math exam?" Atobe wanted to know, huffing regally. "Ore-sama refuses to subscribe to such foolishness. Ore-sama does not understand why educational institutions waste Ore-sama's precious time with foolish things like cats and Indians."
"Indians?" Fuji asked, a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Ore-sama's teachers in high school thought that Ore-sama ought to learn about a 'Chief Sogetoa' but Ore-sama would not stand for such foolishness in class," Atobe declared, drawing himself up with pride. "Ore-sama put his foot down. Ore-sama's education is far too important to be wasted on fanciful ridiculousness such as that!"
"Chief Sohcahtoa?" Fuji asked, breaking into giggles.
"It doesn't matter what the name was," Atobe insisted, "and I do not see what is so funny about a waste of one's educational time! Some people might find such trivial distractions amusing, but for those seriously interested in learning-"
Fuji, sensing a long speech coming on, fought down his mirth and interrupted. "Atobe, was it ever difficult for you to remember how to fine the sine, cosine, or tangent values from a right triangle?"
"Well of course," Atobe said, his ire increasing. "Especially with everybody muttering 'Sogetoa'-"
"Sohcahtoa."
"-Whatever! all the time. How could one be expected to concentrate?!"
"Atobe," Tezuka interjected calmly before Fuji could begin another round of useless 'amusement', "it is an acronym."
Atobe blinked, and Fuji had the grace to turn his face towards the wall as he snickered in the background.
"What?"
"‘Chief Sohcahtoa‘." It's an acronym. It's supposed to help you remember the equations for finding Sine, Cosine, and Tangent angles of a triangle."
"Soh: Sine= opposite (leg) over hypotenuse. Cah: Cosine= adjacent (leg) over hypotenuse. Soh-cah-toa. They're like FOIL, Kings Play Chess on Fine Green Silk, and the Preposition Song," Fuji piped in helpfully, rolling back over to face them. Neither he nor Atobe seemed to have noticed that Tezuka had voluntarily spoken more than a single sentence at once. Well, Fuji probably had, Tezuka mused as he turned his attention back to comparing their notes, but he was having far too much fun belittling the captain of Hyoutei to pay much attention.
"Well, if you know so much then you might as well explain everything to us!" Atobe replied exasperatedly.
"‘No one who cannot rejoice in the discovery of his own mistakes deserves to be called a scholar‘!" (1) Fuji trilled.
Tezuka headed off any further teasing by agreeing with Atobe's statement. Hopefully this way the two would both be too busy to continue getting on each other's nerves, and they might actually be prepared in time for the test tomorrow.
"What do you want to know?" Fuji asked, stretching lazily on the bed and seeming quite content to accept his victory.
There was brief silence for a moment. "Schrodinger's cat," Tezuka finally said, frowning at the sketchy notes that they had on the subject.
Fuji's smile went disturbingly feline. "The alive-and-dead cat?" he asked rhetorically? "Oh, that one's fun! It challenges the Copenhagen ideas about quantum superposition by suggesting that the cat placed-"
"From the beginning, please, Fuji," Atobe ground out, looking like the effort to be polite was costing him a good deal of patience.
"My," Fuji pouted, "nobody can finish a sentence today, hm? Well, Schrodinger devised a thought-experiment by which he might expose the extreme bizarreness of the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics. The idea is that if you apply the Copenhagen interpretation of superposition to a scenario in which there is a cat in a sealed box who has equal chances of surviving or dying then according to quantum mechanics, the cat is both alive and dead, until somebody opens the box and looks in to make a 'measurement'." He paused, smiling slightly. "The exact situation is as follows: a cat is placed in a sealed box shielded against any kind of environmentally induced quantum decoherence. A flask of hydrocyanic acid with a hammer poised to break it is placed in with the cat. There is also Geiger Counter containing a minute amount of radioactive substance which may or may not, depending on chance, go off and make the hammer break the acid open, killing the cat." He rolled over so that he could peer up at his quiet audience.
"Funny, ne? Following?"
Tezuka nodded, his hand reaching over and resuming its perch Fuji's head as he digested the information. Atobe got up from his chair by the window and declared "Ore-sama's" total and unequivocal understanding, sweeping off his glasses and ending the declaration with an impressive stretch to remind his subjects of his unparalleled balance and flexibility. Fuji smiled in mild appreciation, though Tezuka, still buried in his book, didn't seem to notice.
Atobe cleared his throat loudly to get even their stoic boyfriend's attention and imperiously declared a break. "Ore-sama will call for a snack to be brought immediately," he said, already flipping open his blindingly metallic phone, "if you two may prepare tea."
With a soft snort, Fuji let it made known his opinion of Atobe calling anything that he had to call for a 'snack', but did not otherwise protest and leaned up to give Atobe a peck on the cheek as he and Tezuka adjourned to his family's kitchen. It was deserted, his mother and Yumiko out to visit relatives and friends in other locales for the next few days, and his father overseas on business.
"You should not quarrel with him so much." Tezuka said, locating the cups and tea with little difficulty.
"We enjoy it," Fuji replied cheerfully, filling the kettle with water from the tap. "It's our own special way of bonding. We're simply trying to find our happy numbers."
Tezuka sighed, too tired to figure out exactly what the slender tensai meant by that. He should have known better than to think that this 'break' would be very restful, with Fuji around.
1. A quote by Donald Foster, found via quotationspage.com
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed!!! Please feel free to read and review- this is my first-ever finished POT fanfic, so constructive criticism is very welcome!
I hope I followed your prompt okay, shenguin >.< I was having lots of trouble understanding and searching out mathematical and scientific stuff to use. I'm sorry if it's very inconsistent. ;___;
I'm afraid that this ending might be too abrupt- I had actually continued this quite a bit, but it was starting to head in a direction I was not sure what to do with (and I thought it was getting a little forced and redundant) so I cut it all out. If anyone likes, I could finish it up and send them a full version later.
EDIT: Many thanks to paranoid_fridge for pointing out that Copenhagen is a place, not a person! *headdesk* Ah, I knew that I had to have messed up somewhere...