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Title: Don Juan Triumphant
Recipient's name: tehlils
Pairing: Fuji Yumiko x Mizuki Hajime - yes, in that order.
Rating: definitely not higher than PG.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis © Konomi Takeshi
Summary: Yumiko and Mizuki go on a date. Mizuki considers himself a true Don Juan. Yumiko is a clever pedo-… witch who wants some entertainment at Mizuki’s expense. A get-together comedy fic of sorts. You know… with a twist.
Don Juan Triumphant
Contrary to a popular belief, Hajime Mizuki, the manager of St.Rudolph Gakuen’s tennis team and the son of Kouji Mizuki, a farmer-turned-enka-singer - or was it the other way around? - yes, this particular Hajime Mizuki liked women just fine, and the mere thought of male homosexuality frustrated his noble Catholic soul to no end (female homosexuality, however, seemed like a rather entertaining, if somewhat unorthodox, idea, although he never discussed it with anyone). His two older sisters, Sadako the would-be TV star and Kayako the already happy housewife, were largely normal and fairly pleasant. His mother, Yukine, was the only real oddball in the family, and that was mostly due to her connection to the shoujo manga industry, truly the most questionable segment of the modern Japanese society.
In other words, Hajime Mizuki was a perfectly normal and morally strong teenager, with only a few minor natural flaws to taint his otherwise pure Christian reputation, and his attraction to Yumiko Fuji was neither unacceptable nor shocking; more so, Yumiko’s mutual attraction to Hajime and her obvious desire to date him so soon (right after their first casual meeting during the Seigaku versus Rikkaidai match) were hardly surprising, given Hajime’s intelligence, numerous talents, - including but not limited to fabulous data tennis skills, of course - charisma and unique, exotic beauty.
Or perhaps he simply misinterpreted her inviting smile at some point of their interaction.
In any case, it was Saturday and the young almost-couple (Hajime didn’t have many doubts about their future) was about to go out for a short evening walk in the city park.
“I’m really glad to know that Yumiko and you get along so well, Mizuki,” Shuusuke said, flashing one of his most charming, sunny Little Prince smiles. “I beg you, as a gentleman, please be nice to her or I will be forced to rip your intestines out and feed them to Echizen’s cat.”
“But of course, Fuji-kun,” Hajime responded courteously. “That’s not even a question.”
“Good,” Shuusuke nodded. “At least we agree upon this.”
Yumiko emerged from her room, wearing a simple but elegant blue dress and blue shoes of a slightly darker shade. Hajime nearly gasped in delight: cornflower blue looked so nice - combined with his own favorite fluorescent purple-and-pink peony shirt. They were certainly going to be a magnificent pair. “Good evening, Fuji-san,” Hajime bowed. “Your matchless beauty just made my heart skip a beat - quite literally.”
“Oh,” Yumiko blushed mysteriously and gave Yuuta, who was somewhere behind the corner, seemingly busy dying from a sudden asthma attack, a little warning sign. “So did yours, Mizuki-kun. I must confess I’ve always liked peonies on men. It surely is a pity that I don’t see them often enough - ah, shall we go, perhaps?”
…“Come out, Yuuta,” Shuusuke whispered, closing the front door after the happy pair. “If there’s something interesting you have to tell me about your manager, please do so. Now.”
“Erm,” Yuuta wiped a drop of hot sweat off his forehead. “Mizuki-san is, uh. A pretty cool guy once you get to know him well enough.”
“But does nee-san need to know him well enough?” Shuusuke asked cautiously. “That is the question, Yuuta. He might be a bit too cool for our family, is what I personally feel.”
Yuuta sighed. “Calm down, aniki. If nee-san says she wants to see what he’s like, she wants to see what he’s like, too cool or not too cool.”
# # #
“So,” Yumiko’s large hazel eyes twinkled as she sipped her coffee. “I assume that you and my dear little brothers are on good terms, Mizuki-kun?”
“Well, as of now, I’m Yuuta’s mentor and Shuusuke’s number one rival,” Hajime explained modestly. “But… don’t worry, Fuji-san, I will not hurt your brother even if we meet at the battle-field as… opponents again.”
“Oh,” Yumiko gave him a deep, thoughtful look. “I do not doubt that, Mizuki-kun.”
Hajime chuckled. This was an unspeakably wonderful Saturday evening indeed: here he was, under the pretty sakura trees, drinking coffee with a gorgeous, stately yet strangely docile older woman - a university student, no less! - who was obviously mad about his best outfit and tennis skills - not that she knew a lot about his tennis skills, but a talented player’s aura was a force to be reckoned with. Their walk was as blissful as it could get, a perfect chance for Hajime to recite all French poems from his collection, then to translate them freely but very correctly into Japanese and to ask Yumiko about her thoughts on Paul-Marie Verlaine; apparently she was more into Arthur Rimbaud and especially Charles Baudelaire, but that was not a problem because she smiled so brightly, so happily as she recited her favorite parts from Les Fleurs du mal to him. “But I find it especially touching that you, Fuji-san, love your siblings so much,” Hajime said. “There are moments when you look almost like Mother Mary Herself, with your eyes so full of pure affection.”
Yumiko raised a curious eyebrow, then lowered her gaze again, as if hiding something Hajime did not need to see. “You’re too kind to me,” she answered. “I do not deserve this… very poetic comparison, especially since my long-term affiliation with black magic -”
Black magic? Hajime frowned a little. This was something new and not entirely pleasant. “Surely you jest,” he muttered. “Someone like you cannot possibly -”
“Oh, I can, Mizuki-kun,” Yumiko replied in a genuinely tragic voice. “In fact, there are so many unseemly things I can do that I almost amaze myself sometimes.”
Hajime hiccupped in a very plebeian manner.
“I am so sorry to disappoint you, with your strict upbringing and high standards, but I truly am a wolf in a sheep’s skin,” Yumiko continued, raising her hands to the unfeeling black evening sky. “Do you remember that little cross-shaped scar on Yuuta’s forehead, Mizuki-kun?”
“Yes, I do,” Hajime nodded. “It has something to do with an accident involving -”
“A cactus,” Yumiko moaned. “A very large, very long, very thick cactus from Shuusuke’s old collection - and my set of Tarot cards. I will never be able to forgive myself completely even if Yuuta forgets it, the poor child.” She opened her handbag to find a small lacy handkerchief and wiped her eyes.
Hajime gulped but decided to remain strong for honor’s sake. “Ah, Fuji-san,” he said, placing his hand - rather courageously - over hers; the sensation turned out to be extremely pleasant. “Don’t blame yourself. As long as you try your best to -”
“Hellspawn,” Yumiko lamented bitterly. “An ugly hellspawn who hurts her own family.” She paused to sip a bit more of her coffee. “One thing that makes me happy, Mizuki-kun, is that I cause even more pain to those who dare to touch my brothers though.” Her moist eyes twinkled again. “I am frighteningly, frighteningly loyal to those I love.”
It took Hajime a couple of minutes to digest her last words. “That’s admirable,” he cackled. “Actually, that is exactly how I happen to imagine a perfect woman. Passionate and frighteningly loyal.” He finished his coffee in one gulp to calm himself down a little. “Destiny brought us together for a reason, Fuji-san.”
“Us - together?” Yumiko blurted out rather carelessly, then corrected herself: “Oh, but naturally.” Before Hajime could add a single word, she moved closer to him as gracefully as a human being could possibly manage. “I must confess I did feel a sudden… splash of hope when you asked me on a date so boldly, right after Echizen-kun and Sanada-kun’s game, Mizuki-kun, and I definitely don’t regret it. I’ve never seen a man so… stylish, gallant, not to mention tolerant and charmingly eloquent before.”
Mizuki, in his turn, felt somewhat obliged to say something in return, but the uncanny closeness of Yumiko’s… chest prevented him from doing so, and he simply shook his head, then tried to twirl his black locks. That didn’t help much. “T-the pleasure is all mine, Fuji-san,” he mumbled. “Y-you can be absolutely sure that if you and I - that I will always be kind to the family of the one I - in other words, Fuji-san, I -”
For the first time in his short but exceptionally eventful life, Hajime Mizuki was completely and utterly sincere.
Yumiko cocked her head to one side. There was something irresistibly charming about an eloquent Catholic high school student who stopped being eloquent all of a sudden - in other words, she liked how her movements made him blush or pale in turns. Nobody from her university group could change colors this fast, and only because of her presence. All in all, it was a highly pleasant sight. On top of that, this young man was adorably thin and had nice dark hair - something that was oddly rare in her own family, where everyone seemed to be lighter than normal Japanese people. Sure enough, Mizuki-kun was also a bit too young for his own desires, but - then again, Yumiko herself was a modest girl from a patriarchal family, not willing to disobey or, God forbid, reject a man who had given her so much attention already.
Especially if said man was a cute man, too.
“Ah, Mizuki-kun.” All of a sudden, Yumiko’s slender white arms somehow wrapped themselves rather tightly around Hajime’s waist, and her pink lips became dangerously close, so that Hajime could sense the light flowery fragrance of her perfume really, really well. “How can a mere weak woman resist this kindness?”
Then the world went dark.
# # #
“You know, Shuusuke, this Mizuki-kun makes my head spin,” Yumiko declared and untied her shoe-laces carefully, then placed them neatly beside the hallstand. “In the best of ways. I strongly suggest that you two do something about that whole rivalry thing because I’m definitely planning to meet him again. And maybe again.”
Shuusuke gave his sister a long, terrifyingly serious look. “Much as it hurts me, I can’t promise anything, nee-san. But we’ll certainly try.”
# # #
Hajime let out a deep sigh and touched his burning lower lip again. He couldn’t tell if Fuji-san’s forceful kisses were good for his Catholic soul, but they were good for his Catholic body. Hajime chuckled and, - for the tenth time this day - clasped his hands together and thanked God for his - Hajime Mizuki’s - incomparable masculine charm.
# # #
Somewhere in his dorm room, Yuuta Fuji questioned the morality of his surroundings.
Recipient's name: tehlils
Pairing: Fuji Yumiko x Mizuki Hajime - yes, in that order.
Rating: definitely not higher than PG.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis © Konomi Takeshi
Summary: Yumiko and Mizuki go on a date. Mizuki considers himself a true Don Juan. Yumiko is a clever pedo-… witch who wants some entertainment at Mizuki’s expense. A get-together comedy fic of sorts. You know… with a twist.
Don Juan Triumphant
Contrary to a popular belief, Hajime Mizuki, the manager of St.Rudolph Gakuen’s tennis team and the son of Kouji Mizuki, a farmer-turned-enka-singer - or was it the other way around? - yes, this particular Hajime Mizuki liked women just fine, and the mere thought of male homosexuality frustrated his noble Catholic soul to no end (female homosexuality, however, seemed like a rather entertaining, if somewhat unorthodox, idea, although he never discussed it with anyone). His two older sisters, Sadako the would-be TV star and Kayako the already happy housewife, were largely normal and fairly pleasant. His mother, Yukine, was the only real oddball in the family, and that was mostly due to her connection to the shoujo manga industry, truly the most questionable segment of the modern Japanese society.
In other words, Hajime Mizuki was a perfectly normal and morally strong teenager, with only a few minor natural flaws to taint his otherwise pure Christian reputation, and his attraction to Yumiko Fuji was neither unacceptable nor shocking; more so, Yumiko’s mutual attraction to Hajime and her obvious desire to date him so soon (right after their first casual meeting during the Seigaku versus Rikkaidai match) were hardly surprising, given Hajime’s intelligence, numerous talents, - including but not limited to fabulous data tennis skills, of course - charisma and unique, exotic beauty.
Or perhaps he simply misinterpreted her inviting smile at some point of their interaction.
In any case, it was Saturday and the young almost-couple (Hajime didn’t have many doubts about their future) was about to go out for a short evening walk in the city park.
“I’m really glad to know that Yumiko and you get along so well, Mizuki,” Shuusuke said, flashing one of his most charming, sunny Little Prince smiles. “I beg you, as a gentleman, please be nice to her or I will be forced to rip your intestines out and feed them to Echizen’s cat.”
“But of course, Fuji-kun,” Hajime responded courteously. “That’s not even a question.”
“Good,” Shuusuke nodded. “At least we agree upon this.”
Yumiko emerged from her room, wearing a simple but elegant blue dress and blue shoes of a slightly darker shade. Hajime nearly gasped in delight: cornflower blue looked so nice - combined with his own favorite fluorescent purple-and-pink peony shirt. They were certainly going to be a magnificent pair. “Good evening, Fuji-san,” Hajime bowed. “Your matchless beauty just made my heart skip a beat - quite literally.”
“Oh,” Yumiko blushed mysteriously and gave Yuuta, who was somewhere behind the corner, seemingly busy dying from a sudden asthma attack, a little warning sign. “So did yours, Mizuki-kun. I must confess I’ve always liked peonies on men. It surely is a pity that I don’t see them often enough - ah, shall we go, perhaps?”
…“Come out, Yuuta,” Shuusuke whispered, closing the front door after the happy pair. “If there’s something interesting you have to tell me about your manager, please do so. Now.”
“Erm,” Yuuta wiped a drop of hot sweat off his forehead. “Mizuki-san is, uh. A pretty cool guy once you get to know him well enough.”
“But does nee-san need to know him well enough?” Shuusuke asked cautiously. “That is the question, Yuuta. He might be a bit too cool for our family, is what I personally feel.”
Yuuta sighed. “Calm down, aniki. If nee-san says she wants to see what he’s like, she wants to see what he’s like, too cool or not too cool.”
# # #
“So,” Yumiko’s large hazel eyes twinkled as she sipped her coffee. “I assume that you and my dear little brothers are on good terms, Mizuki-kun?”
“Well, as of now, I’m Yuuta’s mentor and Shuusuke’s number one rival,” Hajime explained modestly. “But… don’t worry, Fuji-san, I will not hurt your brother even if we meet at the battle-field as… opponents again.”
“Oh,” Yumiko gave him a deep, thoughtful look. “I do not doubt that, Mizuki-kun.”
Hajime chuckled. This was an unspeakably wonderful Saturday evening indeed: here he was, under the pretty sakura trees, drinking coffee with a gorgeous, stately yet strangely docile older woman - a university student, no less! - who was obviously mad about his best outfit and tennis skills - not that she knew a lot about his tennis skills, but a talented player’s aura was a force to be reckoned with. Their walk was as blissful as it could get, a perfect chance for Hajime to recite all French poems from his collection, then to translate them freely but very correctly into Japanese and to ask Yumiko about her thoughts on Paul-Marie Verlaine; apparently she was more into Arthur Rimbaud and especially Charles Baudelaire, but that was not a problem because she smiled so brightly, so happily as she recited her favorite parts from Les Fleurs du mal to him. “But I find it especially touching that you, Fuji-san, love your siblings so much,” Hajime said. “There are moments when you look almost like Mother Mary Herself, with your eyes so full of pure affection.”
Yumiko raised a curious eyebrow, then lowered her gaze again, as if hiding something Hajime did not need to see. “You’re too kind to me,” she answered. “I do not deserve this… very poetic comparison, especially since my long-term affiliation with black magic -”
Black magic? Hajime frowned a little. This was something new and not entirely pleasant. “Surely you jest,” he muttered. “Someone like you cannot possibly -”
“Oh, I can, Mizuki-kun,” Yumiko replied in a genuinely tragic voice. “In fact, there are so many unseemly things I can do that I almost amaze myself sometimes.”
Hajime hiccupped in a very plebeian manner.
“I am so sorry to disappoint you, with your strict upbringing and high standards, but I truly am a wolf in a sheep’s skin,” Yumiko continued, raising her hands to the unfeeling black evening sky. “Do you remember that little cross-shaped scar on Yuuta’s forehead, Mizuki-kun?”
“Yes, I do,” Hajime nodded. “It has something to do with an accident involving -”
“A cactus,” Yumiko moaned. “A very large, very long, very thick cactus from Shuusuke’s old collection - and my set of Tarot cards. I will never be able to forgive myself completely even if Yuuta forgets it, the poor child.” She opened her handbag to find a small lacy handkerchief and wiped her eyes.
Hajime gulped but decided to remain strong for honor’s sake. “Ah, Fuji-san,” he said, placing his hand - rather courageously - over hers; the sensation turned out to be extremely pleasant. “Don’t blame yourself. As long as you try your best to -”
“Hellspawn,” Yumiko lamented bitterly. “An ugly hellspawn who hurts her own family.” She paused to sip a bit more of her coffee. “One thing that makes me happy, Mizuki-kun, is that I cause even more pain to those who dare to touch my brothers though.” Her moist eyes twinkled again. “I am frighteningly, frighteningly loyal to those I love.”
It took Hajime a couple of minutes to digest her last words. “That’s admirable,” he cackled. “Actually, that is exactly how I happen to imagine a perfect woman. Passionate and frighteningly loyal.” He finished his coffee in one gulp to calm himself down a little. “Destiny brought us together for a reason, Fuji-san.”
“Us - together?” Yumiko blurted out rather carelessly, then corrected herself: “Oh, but naturally.” Before Hajime could add a single word, she moved closer to him as gracefully as a human being could possibly manage. “I must confess I did feel a sudden… splash of hope when you asked me on a date so boldly, right after Echizen-kun and Sanada-kun’s game, Mizuki-kun, and I definitely don’t regret it. I’ve never seen a man so… stylish, gallant, not to mention tolerant and charmingly eloquent before.”
Mizuki, in his turn, felt somewhat obliged to say something in return, but the uncanny closeness of Yumiko’s… chest prevented him from doing so, and he simply shook his head, then tried to twirl his black locks. That didn’t help much. “T-the pleasure is all mine, Fuji-san,” he mumbled. “Y-you can be absolutely sure that if you and I - that I will always be kind to the family of the one I - in other words, Fuji-san, I -”
For the first time in his short but exceptionally eventful life, Hajime Mizuki was completely and utterly sincere.
Yumiko cocked her head to one side. There was something irresistibly charming about an eloquent Catholic high school student who stopped being eloquent all of a sudden - in other words, she liked how her movements made him blush or pale in turns. Nobody from her university group could change colors this fast, and only because of her presence. All in all, it was a highly pleasant sight. On top of that, this young man was adorably thin and had nice dark hair - something that was oddly rare in her own family, where everyone seemed to be lighter than normal Japanese people. Sure enough, Mizuki-kun was also a bit too young for his own desires, but - then again, Yumiko herself was a modest girl from a patriarchal family, not willing to disobey or, God forbid, reject a man who had given her so much attention already.
Especially if said man was a cute man, too.
“Ah, Mizuki-kun.” All of a sudden, Yumiko’s slender white arms somehow wrapped themselves rather tightly around Hajime’s waist, and her pink lips became dangerously close, so that Hajime could sense the light flowery fragrance of her perfume really, really well. “How can a mere weak woman resist this kindness?”
Then the world went dark.
# # #
“You know, Shuusuke, this Mizuki-kun makes my head spin,” Yumiko declared and untied her shoe-laces carefully, then placed them neatly beside the hallstand. “In the best of ways. I strongly suggest that you two do something about that whole rivalry thing because I’m definitely planning to meet him again. And maybe again.”
Shuusuke gave his sister a long, terrifyingly serious look. “Much as it hurts me, I can’t promise anything, nee-san. But we’ll certainly try.”
# # #
Hajime let out a deep sigh and touched his burning lower lip again. He couldn’t tell if Fuji-san’s forceful kisses were good for his Catholic soul, but they were good for his Catholic body. Hajime chuckled and, - for the tenth time this day - clasped his hands together and thanked God for his - Hajime Mizuki’s - incomparable masculine charm.
# # #
Somewhere in his dorm room, Yuuta Fuji questioned the morality of his surroundings.