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Title: Family Ties
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Tezuka wonders why Yuuta seems to hate him.
Family Ties
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meitachi
Tezuka was picking up a few things from the bakery for his mother because he was a good, helpful child who made his parents very proud by being as smart and talented as he was, though sometimes they puzzled over his height and despaired over his excessive stoicness--"Oh Kunimitsu," his mother had said on more than one occassion, "Why don't you go and have some fun? Relax a little!"--when he ran into a familiar face.
"Fuji," he spoke. "Yuuta."
The younger boy turned towards him from where he was glancing indecisively over the dispaly of breads and cakes. "Tezuka." He was startled. "Seigaku's captain."
Tezuka inclined his head briefly and resumed paying for the dozen of fresh rolls he'd just purchased. "How are you?" he asked perfunctorily.
"Fine," was Yuuta's short reply.
Putting the change the cashier handed him in his pocket to summarily give back to his mother, Tezuka frowned slightly at the other boy's almost rudeness. While Yuuta had never been the more polite of the Fuji brothers, he'd never been quite this brusque before. Tezuka wondered if he still harbored some sort of ill-will against Seigaku for defeating St. Rudolph, though that had been quite awhile ago. Perhaps he was just put out at having been reminded of his older brother?
"Have you been home lately?" Tezuka ventured, almost uncharacteristically curious, when he usually would have preferred to say nothing at all. In most situations he would've remained silent, but somehow when it came to anything revolving around the elder Fuji brother, he never seemed to be able to fully restrain himself.
"None of your business," Yuuta snapped back, lifting his head to glare at the taller boy. "Excuse me." With jerky movements, he angrily stormed out of the bakery, empty-handed except for his school bag, pausing only long enough outside to give another fierce, disgusted look through the shop window at Tezuka.
More confused than his expression let on, Tezuka shook his head and let Yuuta disappear from sight before exiting the shop himself. He would never understand those Fuji siblings. From Yumiko and her psychic claims and Syuusuke with God-knew-what hidden behind his endless smiles, and Yuuta, too, with his unexplained shortness. The boy really did have quite a temper, though Tezuka was quite unsure of what he'd done to provoke it.
It wasn't until after dinner that night when Fuji called did he begin to have inkling. "I heard from Yuuta that you ran into him at the bakery today?" Fuji's voice was as it usually was, soft and tinged with a fair amount of amusement.
Tezuka grunted in acknowldgement.
"I'm under the impression that he was rather rude to you, Tezuka. I do apologize for that."
"It's fine," Tezuka reassured him woodenly. He wasn't really concerned with what the youngest Fuji thought of him.
There was a pause at the other end of the line. "Saa, I'm afraid it might be my fault."
A sudden sense of dread settled on Tezuka, weighing heavily in the pit of his stomach. He sank down onto the edge of his bed, determinedly holding the phone in a loose grip despite the sudden urge to tighten his hold in unwelcome anxiety. "How so?" he asked sharply.
"Well...he came home about a week ago," the prodigy was saying, voice lilting and amused, "and it was all rather unexpected, as happy as I was to see him again."
Tezuka waited with forebodance.
"And, ahh, well, Ryoma was over and, well."
He knew where this was going, didn't he? Tezuka could feel a headache coming on.
"Yuuta was a bit--hmm, startled, I would say. And Ryoma was blushing very prettily though I'm quite proud of him for not denying anything. Though it would've been pretty useless after what Yuuta had seen," Fuji added thoughtfully, almost as an aside. "In any case, Yuuta took it quite well after I explained to him what happened. He was even quite supportive."
Tezuka pinched the bridge of his nose. "What did you tell him?" he asked quietly, not sure he wanted to know.
"That you tried to rape me and Ryoma was there to help me afterwards and so a beautiful relationship sprang out of a terrible thing." Fuji's voice was quite bright.
Tezuka almost dropped the phone. He definitely had a migraine now, along with a sense of disbelief and the slightest shade of guilt. "Fuji," he growled. "That is completely untrue. Why did you lie to your brother?"
"It's completely based in fact," Fuji argued cheerfully. "I was quite shocked that day you cornered me in the locker rooms and kissed me. I've never fully recovered. Although Ryoma's made a great deal of progress..."
The guilt grew slightly stronger. "I apologized for that," he pointed out. "And it was in no way 'rape.'"
"It was against my will," Fuji replied reasonably. "Though of course I forgave you for it!" He chuckled. "Saa, Tezuka, it's you I have to thank for bringing Ryoma to me, in any case. Why don't I bring you lunch tomorrow? Don't pack anything!"
The sudden switch of topic made Tezuka's head hurt only more. "Fuji," he sighed.
"Sorry about Yuuta's behavior--I'll have a talk with him, ne?"
Here Tezuka wanted to blurt out--please God, no. No more of your talks with your poor, deluded brother!--but before he could, Fuji cheerfully bid him goodbye.
"I'll see you tomorrow and, remember, don't bring a lunch. I'll fix something gorgeous up for you, alright? Saa, maybe I'll even have Ryoma bring something for you as well. He should be grateful too... Ahh, well, good night Tezuka!"
Tezuka stared at the phone in his hand, head pounding. He was never going to understand a Fuji, and at this rate, he may be better off not doing so, ever.
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Started/Finished: 09.17.2005
Title: Family Ties
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Tezuka wonders why Yuuta seems to hate him.
Family Ties
by
meitachiTezuka was picking up a few things from the bakery for his mother because he was a good, helpful child who made his parents very proud by being as smart and talented as he was, though sometimes they puzzled over his height and despaired over his excessive stoicness--"Oh Kunimitsu," his mother had said on more than one occassion, "Why don't you go and have some fun? Relax a little!"--when he ran into a familiar face.
"Fuji," he spoke. "Yuuta."
The younger boy turned towards him from where he was glancing indecisively over the dispaly of breads and cakes. "Tezuka." He was startled. "Seigaku's captain."
Tezuka inclined his head briefly and resumed paying for the dozen of fresh rolls he'd just purchased. "How are you?" he asked perfunctorily.
"Fine," was Yuuta's short reply.
Putting the change the cashier handed him in his pocket to summarily give back to his mother, Tezuka frowned slightly at the other boy's almost rudeness. While Yuuta had never been the more polite of the Fuji brothers, he'd never been quite this brusque before. Tezuka wondered if he still harbored some sort of ill-will against Seigaku for defeating St. Rudolph, though that had been quite awhile ago. Perhaps he was just put out at having been reminded of his older brother?
"Have you been home lately?" Tezuka ventured, almost uncharacteristically curious, when he usually would have preferred to say nothing at all. In most situations he would've remained silent, but somehow when it came to anything revolving around the elder Fuji brother, he never seemed to be able to fully restrain himself.
"None of your business," Yuuta snapped back, lifting his head to glare at the taller boy. "Excuse me." With jerky movements, he angrily stormed out of the bakery, empty-handed except for his school bag, pausing only long enough outside to give another fierce, disgusted look through the shop window at Tezuka.
More confused than his expression let on, Tezuka shook his head and let Yuuta disappear from sight before exiting the shop himself. He would never understand those Fuji siblings. From Yumiko and her psychic claims and Syuusuke with God-knew-what hidden behind his endless smiles, and Yuuta, too, with his unexplained shortness. The boy really did have quite a temper, though Tezuka was quite unsure of what he'd done to provoke it.
It wasn't until after dinner that night when Fuji called did he begin to have inkling. "I heard from Yuuta that you ran into him at the bakery today?" Fuji's voice was as it usually was, soft and tinged with a fair amount of amusement.
Tezuka grunted in acknowldgement.
"I'm under the impression that he was rather rude to you, Tezuka. I do apologize for that."
"It's fine," Tezuka reassured him woodenly. He wasn't really concerned with what the youngest Fuji thought of him.
There was a pause at the other end of the line. "Saa, I'm afraid it might be my fault."
A sudden sense of dread settled on Tezuka, weighing heavily in the pit of his stomach. He sank down onto the edge of his bed, determinedly holding the phone in a loose grip despite the sudden urge to tighten his hold in unwelcome anxiety. "How so?" he asked sharply.
"Well...he came home about a week ago," the prodigy was saying, voice lilting and amused, "and it was all rather unexpected, as happy as I was to see him again."
Tezuka waited with forebodance.
"And, ahh, well, Ryoma was over and, well."
He knew where this was going, didn't he? Tezuka could feel a headache coming on.
"Yuuta was a bit--hmm, startled, I would say. And Ryoma was blushing very prettily though I'm quite proud of him for not denying anything. Though it would've been pretty useless after what Yuuta had seen," Fuji added thoughtfully, almost as an aside. "In any case, Yuuta took it quite well after I explained to him what happened. He was even quite supportive."
Tezuka pinched the bridge of his nose. "What did you tell him?" he asked quietly, not sure he wanted to know.
"That you tried to rape me and Ryoma was there to help me afterwards and so a beautiful relationship sprang out of a terrible thing." Fuji's voice was quite bright.
Tezuka almost dropped the phone. He definitely had a migraine now, along with a sense of disbelief and the slightest shade of guilt. "Fuji," he growled. "That is completely untrue. Why did you lie to your brother?"
"It's completely based in fact," Fuji argued cheerfully. "I was quite shocked that day you cornered me in the locker rooms and kissed me. I've never fully recovered. Although Ryoma's made a great deal of progress..."
The guilt grew slightly stronger. "I apologized for that," he pointed out. "And it was in no way 'rape.'"
"It was against my will," Fuji replied reasonably. "Though of course I forgave you for it!" He chuckled. "Saa, Tezuka, it's you I have to thank for bringing Ryoma to me, in any case. Why don't I bring you lunch tomorrow? Don't pack anything!"
The sudden switch of topic made Tezuka's head hurt only more. "Fuji," he sighed.
"Sorry about Yuuta's behavior--I'll have a talk with him, ne?"
Here Tezuka wanted to blurt out--please God, no. No more of your talks with your poor, deluded brother!--but before he could, Fuji cheerfully bid him goodbye.
"I'll see you tomorrow and, remember, don't bring a lunch. I'll fix something gorgeous up for you, alright? Saa, maybe I'll even have Ryoma bring something for you as well. He should be grateful too... Ahh, well, good night Tezuka!"
Tezuka stared at the phone in his hand, head pounding. He was never going to understand a Fuji, and at this rate, he may be better off not doing so, ever.
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Started/Finished: 09.17.2005
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