[Fic Update] Happy Birthday
Title: Happy Birthday
Author: Winter's Light/Eternal Snow/ tsumetaitsubasa
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Shonen ai
Summary: Come celebrate Seigaku's regular's birthdays starting with the stoic captain!
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
Chapters: 6/10
Previous:
One - Tezuka Kunimitsu
Two - Kawamura Takashi
Three - Kikumaru Eiji
Four - Echizen Ryoma
Five - New Years'
Author’s Note: For the benefit of the readers, Fuji Syuusuke will referred as “Fuji” whilst his sister as “Yumiko” and his brother as “Yuuta”. His parents are briefly mentioned.
Happy Birthday
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
Chapter 6 - Fuji Syuusuke
It was the day in which everyone looked forward to. Fuji Syuusuke was no exception. Although… He was the unlucky child to be born on the last day of February - on leap year too. Meaning, this year, he wouldn’t really be
having a birthday.
But… Fuji Syuusuke stood in his room, adjusting the black uniform that Seigaku male students had to wear, that didn’t stop him from happily celebrating it. With his teammates. Inwardly, he smiled at his teammates-soon-to-be-suffering faces but on the outside, he had the same serene smile.
“Syuusuke!” Fuji Yumiko’s voice called from downstairs as if warning him that he should be getting down by now. Fuji smiled at his sister’s thoughtfulness, grabbed his tennis bag and began making his way downstairs. “Yes
‘Nee-san!” he answered his sister’s call. Setting down the tennis bag next to the doorway, he walked into the kitchen, glancing briefly at the time.
“Ah, Syuusuke!” Yumiko greeted, “Good morning and happy birthday,” she smiled as she set down a plateful of spicy food. “I made your favorite.”
Fuji smiled - since when was he not smiling? - once again and thanked her, “Thank you ‘Nee-san. Itadakimasu,” he whispered under his breath just before he started to eat. (1)
“So what do you want to do this year?” Yumiko asked as she set down another plate, this time for herself. Pulling out a chair, she sat down and too, started to eat.
“Ah… Let’s see… I don’t know…” he confessed as he continued to eat.
“What? But it’s your birthday!” Yumiko chuckled at her brother’s response. It was the same every year. He wouldn’t know what to do on his birthday.
Fuji swallowed the last of his breakfast and picked up his milk. “Now ‘Nee-san… It’s technically not my birthday,” he replied as he downed the milk and set the glass down. He glanced at the clock once again, grabbing his bag on the way, he quickly bide his sister bye.
“Itakimasu!” (2)
--
Kikumaru Eiji eyed the tennis clubroom wildly, glancing around to as if he was hiding from someone. Of course, then again, he was sitting in a bush next to the school.
He turned his head to look over to his right, no one, that was good at least…Releasing out a sigh of relief, his head spun around to his left at the sound of a voice and he choked, surprised.
“Ah, Eiji-senpai what are you doing here?” Kikumaru’s eyes widened and he lunged at his “predator”, hands covering the mouth as if he didn’t want to be discovered.
“F-Fujiko-I--!” Kikumaru stammered out, only to realize that the one whom he had lunged at was not the sadistic prodigy of the team, but the second year power house of the team. “Ah, it’s only you Momo…” He let out another sigh.
Momoshiro got up after Kikumaru released him, spitting out grass that had somehow gotten into his mouth and glared at his senpai. “Eiji-senpai, what do you mean it’s only me? Were you hiding from someone?”
Kikumaru nodded, eyes squeezing shut as if he was afraid to look up, expecting to see the person whom he had been hiding from there. “Fujiko-chan nya…” he replied almost inaudibly.
“Why Fuji-senpai?” Momoshiro asked, raising an eyebrow. Sure the prodigy could be very sadistic at times and downright scary but what was so wrong about that? He was always like that, there was no difference…
“Today’s his birthday…” Kikumaru replied, crossing his fingers. “And you know what that means…”
Momoshiro paled considerably and whispered, “Oh no… I must have forgotten to check the calendar…”
“What’s going on?”
The two hyperactive tennis players looked up to see the silhouette of their team captain. Immediately, both stood up from behind the bushes and apologized.
“I’m sorry Buchou! You see--!”
“-It was all his fault! Really! If you don’t believe me-“
“Enough. Twenty laps both of you,” Tezuka Kunimitsu commanded, rubbing his temples now that the two had left.
Of course he had overheard what they were talking about…
Fuji’s birthday…
If anyone who didn’t know Tezuka, they wouldn’t know that in the dictionary of Tezuka-expressions, that the one the captain was currently wearing meant that even he had paled.
Yes, the captain of Seigaku had paled in his own way.
All because of Fuji’s birthday.
--
Practice had already started and Fuji was nowhere to be seen. The freshmen were picking up balls left astray from their senpai’s matches while the regulars battled to stay at the top so that they wouldn’t have to drink that disgusting potion Inui called juice.
Kikumaru glanced around nervously as he continued to hit a rally with his double partner - Oishi Syuichiro. But then again, it couldn’t really be called a rally since
Kikumaru kept getting outs and Oishi kept frowning at his partner, worrying what could have caused him to be so distracted.
“Kikumaru!” Tezuka’s voice was heard as the shout nearly deafen many ears. Kikumaru cringed - he knew that sound.
It was the tone in which Tezuka always used before giving laps. “20 laps for not paying attention!” he called and Kikumaru felt disheartened as he dropped his racket at a nearby bench and started to run his laps.
Echizen Ryoma frowned as he brought down his can of Ponta. Turning to his nearest senpai, Momoshiro Takeshi - the second year powerhouse - he asked, “What’s wrong with Kikumaru-senpai today?”
Momoshiro only stared at the first year regular member as if he had grown another head before remembering that he was a first year - and therefore did not know what Fuji Syuusuke did on his birthday. Heck, who knew if any of the first years knew…
Opening his mouth to reply, he was interrupted by the feet-on-heels Tezuka. “Momoshiro, Echizen, there is no dawdling in my practice,” he told the two as if warning them. Without another word, he turned around and left to supervise the practice leaving the two with pale faces.
Having their captain breathing down their necks and ordering laps was something they’d rather not do…
“Ah, what’s everyone doing?” a voice called from where the gates opened into the practice area. All of the second years and third year’s fears became true as the source of that fear stepped into the tennis courts.
Fuji Syuusuke…
It was as if all the tennis club members were either in awe of the tennis prodigy all of a sudden or maybe it was the fact that they were all scared at what he might do on his birthday. A cool breeze blew across the tennis courts and Fuji stepped in, normal as ever, tennis bag on his shoulder, Seigaku uniform on and the same smile that fitted his features.
“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?” he asked curiously.
Kikumaru had just finished only half his laps, froze and looked horrified at his best friend. Having been running around along the outside of the fence and Fuji inside, the prodigy’s back was to the acrobatic.
“F-Fujiko-chan!” he exclaimed without realizing he had.
Quickly, he clamped a hand over his mouth and cursed himself for his big mouth. Fuji turned around and smiled at his friend, “What is it Eiji?” he asked cheerfully.
All too cheerfully…
Kikumaru gaped at his friend for a minute before gulping and replied, “N-Nya, Fujiko-chan, w-why were you l-late nya?” he asked, trying to keep in stutters inaudible.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work.
Echizen frowned at his senpai’s behaviors. This was too different - they were best friends! So why was Kikumaru stuttering and acting as if he was scared of the Seigaku prodigy? Then again, Fuji easily scared many when he was…
Oh… Echizen noted with sudden realization. Kikumaru must have hurt something or someone of Fuji’s and now was in trouble… Deciding to shrug it off as it wasn’t his problem, he picked up his can of Ponta and continued his way towards the wall to practice hitting.
“Ah… Echizen-kun…” a voice from in front of him shook him out of his thoughts.
Echizen looked up, eyes as apathetic as ever and the white cap covering part of his eyes. “What is it Fuji-senpai?” he asked, causing some second and third years to gasp.
“Do you know what day it is today?” Fuji asked, a strange glint appeared on his cheeks. Though Echizen could have sworn it was just the sun’s direction today.
The first year Seigaku regular blinked, “Ah… It’s February 28th…” he replied confused. What did the date have to do with how everyone was acting?
Fuji smiled. It was a strange smile that Echizen had only seen once before - the same smile in which Fuji wore when he had been going up against Kirihara - only this time, Echizen was the one being faced with this smile.
“That’s correct Echizen-kun, my birthday’s on the 29th but since there’s no 29th this year, would you like to come with me after school?” he asked, tilting his head to one side, as if acting innocent.
Echizen cast a glance over at the other members. Tezuka was talking to Oishi about some training so they weren’t paying attention to the two; Momoshiro and Kikumaru - however - had pale faces as if all the blood had been drained away by a pair of vampires.
He raised an eyebrow. Momoshiro and Kikumaru were acting stranger than usual… Kawamura was talking to Inui about something and Kaidou… His eyes widened, even Kaidou looked pale as he watched them.
Should he accept or not? Turning back to face his sadistic senpai, he answered, “Senpai, I’m busy today. Some other time?”
From behind Fuji, Momoshiro and Kikumaru let out audible sighs of relief. Kaidou turned back to his hitting.
“Ah, that’s fine Echizen-kun. I’ll just ask someone else…” Fuji answered happily as he grabbed onto the freshmen’s hands and started to drag him towards the captain, “You’ll come help me ask him won’t you Echizen-kun?”
“Fuji-senpai--!”
“Good, thank you for offering to help Echizen-kun,” Fuji replied to Echizen’s half-strangled shout as he dragged the poor freshmen. Reaching the captain, Fuji let go of Echizen (and he dropped to the ground) and smiled at the two most responsible players on the team.
“Fuji! Don’t drag Echizen around like that! It’s dangerous!” Oishi shouted immediately and went to see if the freshmen regular was alright.
Echizen seemed alright as he got up from the fall earlier and glared at his sadistic senpai. “I’m fine Oishi-senpai.”
Oishi seemed relieved.
“Ah… Tezuka, would you like to come over today after school?” Fuji asked, smiling as though the world would end if he didn’t.
Tezuka didn’t even flinch. “Fuji, ask after class. Now’s not the time.”
“So is that a ‘yes’?” Fuji asked innocently. Echizen frowned, what was wrong with his senpai today? Oh right, birthday, but what did that have to do with his behavior?
Tezuka didn’t answer.
Echizen frowned even more. Usually his captain would start ordering laps to the smaller third-year by now…
Should he be worried?
Fuji seemed to give up but smiled anyways. “Ah, Echizen-kun, are you sure you can’t come?” he asked one more final time.
“I’m -“ Echizen started only to be interrupted once more.
“That’s great that you can come!” Fuji suddenly answered.
Had Echizen been walking, he would have most likely tripped.
“Wah-? But-! I never said--!” Echizen protested wildly as he watched Fuji retreat and started to walk over to Kawamura to practice doubles with the Golden Pair.
A hand was placed on Echizen’s shoulder and he turned around. “Buchou?” he asked, confusion written all over his eyes.
“Fuji’s like that on his birthday. Don’t worry but don’t let your guard down.” That was probably the most he’d ever said today so far…
With a sigh, Echizen reluctantly walked over to Momoshiro to start up a practice game. With some hope that today wouldn’t be a traumatizing experience.
--
A whistle.
“What.”
“The.”
“Hell?”
The whole Seigaku team stood at the clubroom door with the three freshmen standing in front spouting their surprise. Echizen raised an eyebrow and whistled.
The whole entire clubroom had been decorated. Decorated as one way to say it. Toilet paper was slung up on the ceiling and around the benches as were silly string and plenty of colorful streamers. Cacti were placed on the window sills and everyone knew who had done it.
“Fuji… I should have known…” Oishi muttered, wrinkles visible on his forehead as he pushed to the front. He surveyed the clubroom and shook his head. “Well, at least it’s not as bad as last year’s…”
“Last year?” Echizen looked up at the mention of last year’s disaster. Being a first year and all, last year was at a different school so he didn’t know what had happened. “What happened last year?” he heard one freshmen ask - the shortest one with the mushroom-like hair cut.
Oishi sighed and replied, “I’ll tell you three later. Let’s just change…”
“What about cleaning it up?” the tallest freshmen asked.
“Knowing Fuji, he would find someway to restore it like this until the day is over even if we cleaned it…” Oishi explained as he moved aside to let Tezuka and a few other members through.
Tezuka surveyed the area and a vein almost popped. Making a mental to himself to give Fuji laps later, he continued on as if nothing had happened.
“Fuji-senpai could have done better…” Momoshiro commented as he looked around, walking into the clubroom. “Last year was a disaster… He decorated EVERYTHING in the school.”
“Everything?” the trio asked, pressing for confirmation.
“Everything.” Momoshiro nodded.
“Where they are?-“
“-What they’re doing?-“
“-of every minute?-“
“-of every day?“ (3)
With the trio switching off asking questions, Momoshiro blinked bewildering and all he could say was, “HUH?”
“You four might want to hurry up. Class starts in a few,” Kawamura told them from behind. A meek smile spread across his face.
“Taka-san! Ah, I was just telling them about last year,” Momoshiro explained as he moved along.
Kawamura frowned, “You should be spreading rumors about Fujiko-chan…”
“What about me?”
Kawamura and Momoshiro’s face turned pale and slowly, they turned around to face the wrath of Fuji Syuusuke.
“N-Nothing,” Momoshiro managed to squeak out.
It seemed as if luck was on their side for the bell had started to ring, signaling that class would be starting soon.
Fuji smirked.
--
Echizen walked into his homeroom with the intent on flopping onto his desk and sleeping until the day started or until he would be prodded awake by the coach’s granddaughter only to stop short of his desk.
Written on the clean, polished wood were - in dark lettering - strange wording in which Echizen could not decipher. He frowned and would scratch his head but only shook his head and fingered the lettering.
This had to have been written just this morning. It wasn’t in any language he knew nor did he recognize the handwriting… This only caused him to frown even more. Did he do something wrong and someone was getting revenge on him?
He kept standing there and staring at it. No one was in the classrooms yet since it was still early and having tennis practice in the morning had given him time… It took only a few more seconds to finally be able to decipher it.
It was written in Japanese but someone had mixed up the kanji so that it was almost unreadable. He took out a piece of paper and pencil and copied it down, unscrambling the kanji.
“Hello Echizen-kun! I knew you’d be able to read this! Just wanted to let you know that I’ll wait at the school gates!”
Echizen nearly dropped the piece of paper he was holding when he finished reading the deciphered Japanese. W-Was Fuji a psychic or something? T-This was spooky…
It was then that he realized the teacher would definitely notice the dark lettering on his desk.
A chill crept up his spine and one thought fleeted across his mind.
I’m going to kill Fuji-senpai!
--
It took Kikumaru one look at his desk and he turned around, immediately racing for Oishi’s homeroom.
“OISHII!!” he called and soon found the vice captain. He pounced on the “mother” of the club and clung tightly.
“Oishii!! Fujiko-chan did it again this year!”
“What? Fuji decorated the whole classroom?”
“Nya, no… But he - he wrote on my desk again!”
“What’d it say this time?” Oishi asked, almost afraid to know. Kikumaru hesitated before leaning to his doubles partner’s ears and whispered something.
Oishi blushed, “Ah, we should go over after school then, if that’s what it said…”
Kikumaru pouted and frowned. “Nya! No way! I don’t wannaaaa!!” he whined.
“Kikumaru. Oishi,” Tezuka greeted from behind. He held several books on one arm. “Fuji did it again?” he asked looking over at Oishi for confirmation.
Oishi nodded.
“We’d better go then. Don’t let your guard down,” Tezuka told them and left.
“Nya… Why Fujiko-chan?”
--
Tezuka Kunimitsu stood in front of his desk, a noticeably large vein popping on his forehead. He shook with anger and slowly, placed a hand on his once-clean desk.
Now it was covered in ink-blank kanji taunting him.
He made a mental note to himself that he’d hand out laps to the feminine player on the tennis team later on.
But for now…
“FUJI!”
In another classroom, Fuji looked up with a confused expression.
“Did someone just say my name?”
Author’s Note: Happy birthday Fuji Syuusuke! Gah, we all love your sadistic streak. Sorry this was so lame. But I promise I’ll make it all up to Fuji with a piccie. ((smiles))
1 - Itadakimasu is a saying like “Let’s eat!” or something. Someone please tell me if I spelled that wrong.
2 - Itakimasu is a saying like “I’m going!” or something. Someone please tell me if I spelled that wrong.
3 - Sorry, I couldn’t resist. XD This part was actually from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban where the twins are telling Harry about the map. Gotta love the twins. xD
So thoughts? Advice? Comments?
Author: Winter's Light/Eternal Snow/ tsumetaitsubasa
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Shonen ai
Summary: Come celebrate Seigaku's regular's birthdays starting with the stoic captain!
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
Chapters: 6/10
Previous:
One - Tezuka Kunimitsu
Two - Kawamura Takashi
Three - Kikumaru Eiji
Four - Echizen Ryoma
Five - New Years'
Author’s Note: For the benefit of the readers, Fuji Syuusuke will referred as “Fuji” whilst his sister as “Yumiko” and his brother as “Yuuta”. His parents are briefly mentioned.
Happy Birthday
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
Chapter 6 - Fuji Syuusuke
It was the day in which everyone looked forward to. Fuji Syuusuke was no exception. Although… He was the unlucky child to be born on the last day of February - on leap year too. Meaning, this year, he wouldn’t really be
having a birthday.
But… Fuji Syuusuke stood in his room, adjusting the black uniform that Seigaku male students had to wear, that didn’t stop him from happily celebrating it. With his teammates. Inwardly, he smiled at his teammates-soon-to-be-suffering faces but on the outside, he had the same serene smile.
“Syuusuke!” Fuji Yumiko’s voice called from downstairs as if warning him that he should be getting down by now. Fuji smiled at his sister’s thoughtfulness, grabbed his tennis bag and began making his way downstairs. “Yes
‘Nee-san!” he answered his sister’s call. Setting down the tennis bag next to the doorway, he walked into the kitchen, glancing briefly at the time.
“Ah, Syuusuke!” Yumiko greeted, “Good morning and happy birthday,” she smiled as she set down a plateful of spicy food. “I made your favorite.”
Fuji smiled - since when was he not smiling? - once again and thanked her, “Thank you ‘Nee-san. Itadakimasu,” he whispered under his breath just before he started to eat. (1)
“So what do you want to do this year?” Yumiko asked as she set down another plate, this time for herself. Pulling out a chair, she sat down and too, started to eat.
“Ah… Let’s see… I don’t know…” he confessed as he continued to eat.
“What? But it’s your birthday!” Yumiko chuckled at her brother’s response. It was the same every year. He wouldn’t know what to do on his birthday.
Fuji swallowed the last of his breakfast and picked up his milk. “Now ‘Nee-san… It’s technically not my birthday,” he replied as he downed the milk and set the glass down. He glanced at the clock once again, grabbing his bag on the way, he quickly bide his sister bye.
“Itakimasu!” (2)
--
Kikumaru Eiji eyed the tennis clubroom wildly, glancing around to as if he was hiding from someone. Of course, then again, he was sitting in a bush next to the school.
He turned his head to look over to his right, no one, that was good at least…Releasing out a sigh of relief, his head spun around to his left at the sound of a voice and he choked, surprised.
“Ah, Eiji-senpai what are you doing here?” Kikumaru’s eyes widened and he lunged at his “predator”, hands covering the mouth as if he didn’t want to be discovered.
“F-Fujiko-I--!” Kikumaru stammered out, only to realize that the one whom he had lunged at was not the sadistic prodigy of the team, but the second year power house of the team. “Ah, it’s only you Momo…” He let out another sigh.
Momoshiro got up after Kikumaru released him, spitting out grass that had somehow gotten into his mouth and glared at his senpai. “Eiji-senpai, what do you mean it’s only me? Were you hiding from someone?”
Kikumaru nodded, eyes squeezing shut as if he was afraid to look up, expecting to see the person whom he had been hiding from there. “Fujiko-chan nya…” he replied almost inaudibly.
“Why Fuji-senpai?” Momoshiro asked, raising an eyebrow. Sure the prodigy could be very sadistic at times and downright scary but what was so wrong about that? He was always like that, there was no difference…
“Today’s his birthday…” Kikumaru replied, crossing his fingers. “And you know what that means…”
Momoshiro paled considerably and whispered, “Oh no… I must have forgotten to check the calendar…”
“What’s going on?”
The two hyperactive tennis players looked up to see the silhouette of their team captain. Immediately, both stood up from behind the bushes and apologized.
“I’m sorry Buchou! You see--!”
“-It was all his fault! Really! If you don’t believe me-“
“Enough. Twenty laps both of you,” Tezuka Kunimitsu commanded, rubbing his temples now that the two had left.
Of course he had overheard what they were talking about…
Fuji’s birthday…
If anyone who didn’t know Tezuka, they wouldn’t know that in the dictionary of Tezuka-expressions, that the one the captain was currently wearing meant that even he had paled.
Yes, the captain of Seigaku had paled in his own way.
All because of Fuji’s birthday.
--
Practice had already started and Fuji was nowhere to be seen. The freshmen were picking up balls left astray from their senpai’s matches while the regulars battled to stay at the top so that they wouldn’t have to drink that disgusting potion Inui called juice.
Kikumaru glanced around nervously as he continued to hit a rally with his double partner - Oishi Syuichiro. But then again, it couldn’t really be called a rally since
Kikumaru kept getting outs and Oishi kept frowning at his partner, worrying what could have caused him to be so distracted.
“Kikumaru!” Tezuka’s voice was heard as the shout nearly deafen many ears. Kikumaru cringed - he knew that sound.
It was the tone in which Tezuka always used before giving laps. “20 laps for not paying attention!” he called and Kikumaru felt disheartened as he dropped his racket at a nearby bench and started to run his laps.
Echizen Ryoma frowned as he brought down his can of Ponta. Turning to his nearest senpai, Momoshiro Takeshi - the second year powerhouse - he asked, “What’s wrong with Kikumaru-senpai today?”
Momoshiro only stared at the first year regular member as if he had grown another head before remembering that he was a first year - and therefore did not know what Fuji Syuusuke did on his birthday. Heck, who knew if any of the first years knew…
Opening his mouth to reply, he was interrupted by the feet-on-heels Tezuka. “Momoshiro, Echizen, there is no dawdling in my practice,” he told the two as if warning them. Without another word, he turned around and left to supervise the practice leaving the two with pale faces.
Having their captain breathing down their necks and ordering laps was something they’d rather not do…
“Ah, what’s everyone doing?” a voice called from where the gates opened into the practice area. All of the second years and third year’s fears became true as the source of that fear stepped into the tennis courts.
Fuji Syuusuke…
It was as if all the tennis club members were either in awe of the tennis prodigy all of a sudden or maybe it was the fact that they were all scared at what he might do on his birthday. A cool breeze blew across the tennis courts and Fuji stepped in, normal as ever, tennis bag on his shoulder, Seigaku uniform on and the same smile that fitted his features.
“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?” he asked curiously.
Kikumaru had just finished only half his laps, froze and looked horrified at his best friend. Having been running around along the outside of the fence and Fuji inside, the prodigy’s back was to the acrobatic.
“F-Fujiko-chan!” he exclaimed without realizing he had.
Quickly, he clamped a hand over his mouth and cursed himself for his big mouth. Fuji turned around and smiled at his friend, “What is it Eiji?” he asked cheerfully.
All too cheerfully…
Kikumaru gaped at his friend for a minute before gulping and replied, “N-Nya, Fujiko-chan, w-why were you l-late nya?” he asked, trying to keep in stutters inaudible.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work.
Echizen frowned at his senpai’s behaviors. This was too different - they were best friends! So why was Kikumaru stuttering and acting as if he was scared of the Seigaku prodigy? Then again, Fuji easily scared many when he was…
Oh… Echizen noted with sudden realization. Kikumaru must have hurt something or someone of Fuji’s and now was in trouble… Deciding to shrug it off as it wasn’t his problem, he picked up his can of Ponta and continued his way towards the wall to practice hitting.
“Ah… Echizen-kun…” a voice from in front of him shook him out of his thoughts.
Echizen looked up, eyes as apathetic as ever and the white cap covering part of his eyes. “What is it Fuji-senpai?” he asked, causing some second and third years to gasp.
“Do you know what day it is today?” Fuji asked, a strange glint appeared on his cheeks. Though Echizen could have sworn it was just the sun’s direction today.
The first year Seigaku regular blinked, “Ah… It’s February 28th…” he replied confused. What did the date have to do with how everyone was acting?
Fuji smiled. It was a strange smile that Echizen had only seen once before - the same smile in which Fuji wore when he had been going up against Kirihara - only this time, Echizen was the one being faced with this smile.
“That’s correct Echizen-kun, my birthday’s on the 29th but since there’s no 29th this year, would you like to come with me after school?” he asked, tilting his head to one side, as if acting innocent.
Echizen cast a glance over at the other members. Tezuka was talking to Oishi about some training so they weren’t paying attention to the two; Momoshiro and Kikumaru - however - had pale faces as if all the blood had been drained away by a pair of vampires.
He raised an eyebrow. Momoshiro and Kikumaru were acting stranger than usual… Kawamura was talking to Inui about something and Kaidou… His eyes widened, even Kaidou looked pale as he watched them.
Should he accept or not? Turning back to face his sadistic senpai, he answered, “Senpai, I’m busy today. Some other time?”
From behind Fuji, Momoshiro and Kikumaru let out audible sighs of relief. Kaidou turned back to his hitting.
“Ah, that’s fine Echizen-kun. I’ll just ask someone else…” Fuji answered happily as he grabbed onto the freshmen’s hands and started to drag him towards the captain, “You’ll come help me ask him won’t you Echizen-kun?”
“Fuji-senpai--!”
“Good, thank you for offering to help Echizen-kun,” Fuji replied to Echizen’s half-strangled shout as he dragged the poor freshmen. Reaching the captain, Fuji let go of Echizen (and he dropped to the ground) and smiled at the two most responsible players on the team.
“Fuji! Don’t drag Echizen around like that! It’s dangerous!” Oishi shouted immediately and went to see if the freshmen regular was alright.
Echizen seemed alright as he got up from the fall earlier and glared at his sadistic senpai. “I’m fine Oishi-senpai.”
Oishi seemed relieved.
“Ah… Tezuka, would you like to come over today after school?” Fuji asked, smiling as though the world would end if he didn’t.
Tezuka didn’t even flinch. “Fuji, ask after class. Now’s not the time.”
“So is that a ‘yes’?” Fuji asked innocently. Echizen frowned, what was wrong with his senpai today? Oh right, birthday, but what did that have to do with his behavior?
Tezuka didn’t answer.
Echizen frowned even more. Usually his captain would start ordering laps to the smaller third-year by now…
Should he be worried?
Fuji seemed to give up but smiled anyways. “Ah, Echizen-kun, are you sure you can’t come?” he asked one more final time.
“I’m -“ Echizen started only to be interrupted once more.
“That’s great that you can come!” Fuji suddenly answered.
Had Echizen been walking, he would have most likely tripped.
“Wah-? But-! I never said--!” Echizen protested wildly as he watched Fuji retreat and started to walk over to Kawamura to practice doubles with the Golden Pair.
A hand was placed on Echizen’s shoulder and he turned around. “Buchou?” he asked, confusion written all over his eyes.
“Fuji’s like that on his birthday. Don’t worry but don’t let your guard down.” That was probably the most he’d ever said today so far…
With a sigh, Echizen reluctantly walked over to Momoshiro to start up a practice game. With some hope that today wouldn’t be a traumatizing experience.
--
A whistle.
“What.”
“The.”
“Hell?”
The whole Seigaku team stood at the clubroom door with the three freshmen standing in front spouting their surprise. Echizen raised an eyebrow and whistled.
The whole entire clubroom had been decorated. Decorated as one way to say it. Toilet paper was slung up on the ceiling and around the benches as were silly string and plenty of colorful streamers. Cacti were placed on the window sills and everyone knew who had done it.
“Fuji… I should have known…” Oishi muttered, wrinkles visible on his forehead as he pushed to the front. He surveyed the clubroom and shook his head. “Well, at least it’s not as bad as last year’s…”
“Last year?” Echizen looked up at the mention of last year’s disaster. Being a first year and all, last year was at a different school so he didn’t know what had happened. “What happened last year?” he heard one freshmen ask - the shortest one with the mushroom-like hair cut.
Oishi sighed and replied, “I’ll tell you three later. Let’s just change…”
“What about cleaning it up?” the tallest freshmen asked.
“Knowing Fuji, he would find someway to restore it like this until the day is over even if we cleaned it…” Oishi explained as he moved aside to let Tezuka and a few other members through.
Tezuka surveyed the area and a vein almost popped. Making a mental to himself to give Fuji laps later, he continued on as if nothing had happened.
“Fuji-senpai could have done better…” Momoshiro commented as he looked around, walking into the clubroom. “Last year was a disaster… He decorated EVERYTHING in the school.”
“Everything?” the trio asked, pressing for confirmation.
“Everything.” Momoshiro nodded.
“Where they are?-“
“-What they’re doing?-“
“-of every minute?-“
“-of every day?“ (3)
With the trio switching off asking questions, Momoshiro blinked bewildering and all he could say was, “HUH?”
“You four might want to hurry up. Class starts in a few,” Kawamura told them from behind. A meek smile spread across his face.
“Taka-san! Ah, I was just telling them about last year,” Momoshiro explained as he moved along.
Kawamura frowned, “You should be spreading rumors about Fujiko-chan…”
“What about me?”
Kawamura and Momoshiro’s face turned pale and slowly, they turned around to face the wrath of Fuji Syuusuke.
“N-Nothing,” Momoshiro managed to squeak out.
It seemed as if luck was on their side for the bell had started to ring, signaling that class would be starting soon.
Fuji smirked.
--
Echizen walked into his homeroom with the intent on flopping onto his desk and sleeping until the day started or until he would be prodded awake by the coach’s granddaughter only to stop short of his desk.
Written on the clean, polished wood were - in dark lettering - strange wording in which Echizen could not decipher. He frowned and would scratch his head but only shook his head and fingered the lettering.
This had to have been written just this morning. It wasn’t in any language he knew nor did he recognize the handwriting… This only caused him to frown even more. Did he do something wrong and someone was getting revenge on him?
He kept standing there and staring at it. No one was in the classrooms yet since it was still early and having tennis practice in the morning had given him time… It took only a few more seconds to finally be able to decipher it.
It was written in Japanese but someone had mixed up the kanji so that it was almost unreadable. He took out a piece of paper and pencil and copied it down, unscrambling the kanji.
“Hello Echizen-kun! I knew you’d be able to read this! Just wanted to let you know that I’ll wait at the school gates!”
Echizen nearly dropped the piece of paper he was holding when he finished reading the deciphered Japanese. W-Was Fuji a psychic or something? T-This was spooky…
It was then that he realized the teacher would definitely notice the dark lettering on his desk.
A chill crept up his spine and one thought fleeted across his mind.
I’m going to kill Fuji-senpai!
--
It took Kikumaru one look at his desk and he turned around, immediately racing for Oishi’s homeroom.
“OISHII!!” he called and soon found the vice captain. He pounced on the “mother” of the club and clung tightly.
“Oishii!! Fujiko-chan did it again this year!”
“What? Fuji decorated the whole classroom?”
“Nya, no… But he - he wrote on my desk again!”
“What’d it say this time?” Oishi asked, almost afraid to know. Kikumaru hesitated before leaning to his doubles partner’s ears and whispered something.
Oishi blushed, “Ah, we should go over after school then, if that’s what it said…”
Kikumaru pouted and frowned. “Nya! No way! I don’t wannaaaa!!” he whined.
“Kikumaru. Oishi,” Tezuka greeted from behind. He held several books on one arm. “Fuji did it again?” he asked looking over at Oishi for confirmation.
Oishi nodded.
“We’d better go then. Don’t let your guard down,” Tezuka told them and left.
“Nya… Why Fujiko-chan?”
--
Tezuka Kunimitsu stood in front of his desk, a noticeably large vein popping on his forehead. He shook with anger and slowly, placed a hand on his once-clean desk.
Now it was covered in ink-blank kanji taunting him.
He made a mental note to himself that he’d hand out laps to the feminine player on the tennis team later on.
But for now…
“FUJI!”
In another classroom, Fuji looked up with a confused expression.
“Did someone just say my name?”
Author’s Note: Happy birthday Fuji Syuusuke! Gah, we all love your sadistic streak. Sorry this was so lame. But I promise I’ll make it all up to Fuji with a piccie. ((smiles))
1 - Itadakimasu is a saying like “Let’s eat!” or something. Someone please tell me if I spelled that wrong.
2 - Itakimasu is a saying like “I’m going!” or something. Someone please tell me if I spelled that wrong.
3 - Sorry, I couldn’t resist. XD This part was actually from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban where the twins are telling Harry about the map. Gotta love the twins. xD
So thoughts? Advice? Comments?