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Title: Monumental Ideas
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Fuji, Yukimura
Prompt: #001 Beginnings
Word Count: 1676
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A chance meeting with Rikkidai’s buchou gives Fuji a rather, interesting idea.
Author's Notes: This is set after Seigaku’s match with Rikkidai and is Pre-OT7. Much thanks go out to my wonderful beta
crimson_raining.
Fuji sighed, alone in the big hospital bed, as visiting hours came to a close. He had always hated hospitals, ever since when they were little he had followed his brother here after Yuuta had fallen from the bars he was climbing in the playground and broke his arm. Yuuta had always been a bit of a baby when it came to pain and he had screamed and cried as they set the bone. Cold, uncaring doctors wearing false smiles and whispering false platitudes that did nothing to soothe Yuuta’s pain and fear.
Ever since then, Fuji had hated to go to the hospital. Now, here he was, forcibly dragged here by his supposed friends after he won them a match while he was blind. The doctors had insisted he stay overnight for observation and so here he was, in the rapidly darkening hospital, alone, bored and hating the sterile, smell of the walls and the lack of cacti littering the walls.
He didn’t understand why they wanted to keep him here; it wasn’t like he was still blind. His eyesight had returned fully and he was completely fine, if a bit sore, though that was expected after a good game of tennis.
Kirihara, Fuji had to admit, was a talented player, however, he was held back from his full potential by his instinct to injure if he was at a disadvantage. Although Fuji had meant the match to be a harsh lesson for the other boy, he had felt a distinct pleasure at the black-haired boy’s fear.
Giving up on trying to get to sleep, Fuji decided if he was going to be stuck in the hospital for the night he wouldn’t be stuck in this bland room. He sat up, plain white sheets falling to his waist as he swung bare legs, pale as cream, to the side and hopped off, the hospital issue nightgown falling around his knees.
As quietly as could be, he strode to the door, passing the digital clock beneath the television that flashed 11:43pm in florescent green. His steps barely whispered on the floor as he slid through the door and out into the halls. Unlike his room, the hall lights were still on, though dimmed from the daytime and Fuji blinked a couple times to let his eyes adjust to the sudden brightness.
He then proceeded through the halls, a few nurses stopping him in the halls to try and convince him to go back to bed. He quickly charmed them and moved on, under explicit orders that he was not to bother other patients, or get in the doctor’s way. One could only stalk the hospital for so long before it became obvious that the farther you went the more depressing it became.
He was about to head back to his room and try to get a few hours rest when he suddenly heard a voice that he recognized. He turned to see Rikkidai’s buchou talking to himself as he flipped channels obsessively, obviously trying to find something to watch that wasn’t news or advertising. The door to his room was wide open, and since he didn’t appear to be doing anything, Fuji figured that talking to him wouldn’t be considered “bothering the patients”.
Truthfully, Fuji thought as he stepped up to the door, he hadn’t thought to see Yukimura Seiichi here tonight, as he had heard from the Rikkidai regulars that the boy was undergoing some kind of complicated surgery that day. He knocked lightly and the other boy’s head turned towards him surprised.
Even as pale and unhealthy as Yukimura quite obviously was, Fuji couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. Eyes like amethyst framed by dark feminine lashes, long purple-tinged hair to match his beautiful eyes that was glossy and soft looking.
The boy tilted his head slightly in thought for a moment, “Fuji-san?”
Fuji smiled, “Hai, got it in one Yukimura-san. May I come in?”
Yukimura smiled back, “Of course you may.”
Fuji slid confidently into the room, taking a seat at Yukimura’s bedside folding his hand in his lap and letting the sick boy’s eyes rake over him in a curious yet friendly manner.
The clock clicked forward a minute three times while the two boys observed each other before Yukimura’s smile waned, replaced by worry. “I’m glad I got to see you Fuji-san, I would like to apologize to you for the actions of my teammate, I can assure you Genichirou will discipline him severely.”
Fuji smiled reassuringly, “There will be no need for that Yukimura-san, I’m sure Kirihara-chin has learned his lesson.”
Yukimura’s lips twitched out of the concerned frown they had adopted and the tensai could see the other boy fighting back a laugh. “Then perhaps I should be thanking you Fuji-kun, for helping our second year discover himself.” Fuji laughed, and Yukimura smirked.
Fuji paused, “Ne, Yukimura-kun, forgive me for asking so bluntly, but are you and Sanada-kun . . . involved?”
Yukimura started at the sudden change in topic, his eyes softening in sadness. “I suppose you could say that,” the boy murmured, his eyes unfocused as his eyes lingered on something only he could see. “And you Fuji? Are you still involved with Tezuka-san?”
Fuji felt pain twist in his chest and he realized just how cruel his curious question had been. “As much as I can be while he’s away in Germany, looking at someone else.”
Yukimura nodded sympathetically, and when he spoke his voice was strained and sad, “I thought I was going to die, I never . . . never held hope . . . that I would survive this procedure. I . . . I didn’t want to hurt Genichirou I wanted him to be happy-”
“Even at the cost of your own happiness,” Fuji finished.
“Fuji?”
“Hai?”
“Who is it?”
“Atobe of course. Kunimitsu is always watching him, and, well you know Atobe, he’ll sleep with anything, it’s just a bonus if that person is as handsome as Tezuka,” Fuji said sadly.
Yukimura smiled, self-loathing evident in his expression. “While I’ve been sick, the Hyotei boy, Jiroh, went to watch Bunta-kun. Yanagi-san told me halfway through his visit he stopped watching Bunta-kun and started watching Genichirou. The next day, Genichirou came in here to beg forgiveness. It hurt so much.”
“That’s odd.”
“Why is that?” Yukimura said, not looking at Fuji.
“Because the last I had heard Jiroh and Atobe were in a relationship.”
“Ah, you hadn’t heard?”
“One of your teammates snagged the diva’s attention. Akutagawa-kun and Atobe have always just been fuckbuddies,” Fuji nodded, he had heard that rumor, though he had also heard that Jiroh was more emotionally involved in their relationship than Hyotei’s buchou. “Well, Atobe started to be neglectful of his pleasurable partner after he got involved with Kikumaru Eiji and the rest is history.”
Fuji was shocked, and he knew it showed. “Eiji?”
Yukimura nodded, “I don’t think anyone saw that coming.”
Pain twisted brutally in Fuji’s chest as he realized all the people he loved were pairing up and he was being left alone. Briefly he considered Yukimura as a possible partner but realized they would both be miserable. In fact, as far as he could tell, they would all be miserable. Eiji was one of Fuji’s best friends, and he had often whispered to him a secret crush on the bouncy blonde Hyotei boy, and Fuji knew that Atobe would never be satisfied with one person. Sanada had always worshiped his buchou and Yukimura thrived with knowing the strong boy wanted him. Tezuka had told him many times that he loved him, and Fuji knew for a fact that it was true, he also knew how torn up inside his stoic buchou was at loving another boy at the same time and that he could not help it.
Fuji licked his lips, for once his plastered on smile nowhere present. “Yukimura-san?”
“Hm?”
“I . . . might have an idea.”
Yukimura looked intrigued. “What kind of idea?”
“It seems to me, that none of our problems will be solved by doing nothing and by pairing up,” Fuji paused and Yukimura nodded to show he was paying attention. “Since things are like this, why not just all be together.”
At the look of pure surprise that graced the beautiful boy’s pale face Fuji hastened to explain his reasoning.
The boy looked thoughtful once Fuji had stopped talking, and the tensai could guess what the other boy was thinking. “What reason would you have to want to include Genichirou and I in this little . . . group of yours?”
“Because Sanada-kun has probably gotten at least a little attached to his sleepy lover and it would be cruel to make him choose after all this.”
“Are you always this cruel Fuji?”
“I’m not being cruel, I’m just stating a fact. Besides, you’ll find that I can be very kind when I want to be,” the brunette purred seductively.
Yukimura smiled, “You know, looking at it from a third person perspective, your idea would be the ideal solution to all our problems. The only problem would be getting everyone to agree to it.”
“I have confidence in our plotting skills.”
“Perhaps, if we are going to engage in what is essentially a seven man orgy, we should begin with us, ne Syuusuke?”
Startled Fuji conceded to the logic in that statement, realizing that the other boy desperately needed reassurance about what they were about to attempt and he leaned forward slowly. His lips met Yukimura’s in a chaste kiss, though it didn’t stay that way for long. Soon Yukimura’s tongue was probing at Fuji’s lips and he obligingly opened up to the other boy. Slick tongue slid against slick tongue in a sinuous dance of pleasure.
Soon enough both boys had to come up for air. Fuji was half lying on the sick boy, both of them flushed and panting. “You know Syuusuke, this might just work.”
Fuji grinned, “It might at that.”