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Title: Somewhere, Nowhere
Day/Theme: August 7, 2008 /Somewhere just left of the point of nowhere
Series: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Tezuka/Fuji and other PoT characters. Konomi owns PoT characters, I just write about them
Rating/Warnings : None BL

Genre: Romance, angst, fluff. (I think it’s there…somewhere)

Word Count: 1,542 words.

A/N: AU- Where do we all go from here?

(Make believe state: Kingdom of Nagare Boshi was created for I wish no disrespect to any members of royalty in any legitimate and recognized monarchy in the real world.)

A continuation of : 1| 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

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.“Those photos were sold to Saeki, Tezuka. Our undercover agent got hold of the same set. If you look at the pictures, I don’t think it would amount to anything. However, this is Saeki, and not some amateur photographer. You are well aware how he could turn an innocent picture into a full-blown scandal,” Inui reported over the web. Tezuka stared at the image in the screen, the royal data expert staring back at him.

“I need to see the pictures, send it over.” Tezuka ordered, without any hint of emotion.

“I scanned it earlier, and emailed it to you as a secured zip folder. The password is " hotel,” Inui stated. “By the way, Fuji was cleared for your China trip. I sent the travel over, and he should receive the notice on his cell phone to report back on duty first thing in the morning. It doesn’t give him enough time for a security briefing, so I will meet with him tomorrow to discuss his assignment before he leaves for Beijing,” The data man reported.

“ Why is he not on my security detail?” asked.

“With this situation at hand, it's best we distance you from him. We don’t want curiosity in the ranks Tezuka, and besides…”

“Inui, Fuji will be my right-hand man. I trust he could handle the job of protecting me while I handle my royal duties abroad.” Tezuka ordered.

The prince heard a soft knock from outside the library door before it opened. Atobe stood by the entrance, seeing the royalty was busy talking with Inui. Tezuka eyed the movie star, waiting for Atobe to say something instead Atobe closed the door behind him and walked towards the royalty’s location. The actor peeked at the computer screen and saw his old schoolmate, same as ever with his pointed haircut and square thick glasses.

“Inui, it’s been awhile. You look square as always.” The haughty actor greeted.

“Atobe,” the head of palace security nodded from the screen to acknowledge the actor’s presence, “I have arranged for your transport. It should arrive in an hour.” Inui announced.

“I have reconsidered and I am staying here with Tezuka, Inui," Atobe replied before he turned to watch at his royal friend’s reaction.

Tezuka drew a momentary glance at the actor before him, without a hint of surprise over the change in decision.

“Besides Tezuka’s returning in the morning, I can endure another evening of cold hospitality from my prince.” Atobe declared with his dramatic flare.

Tezuka gave him a long-drawn glare after hearing Atobe refer to him as his prince. In Tezuka’s mind, there was only one person who had the right to address him as such. The prince turned his attention back at the data man who was statically staring at him,

“Inui was there anything else, if not this meeting is over.” The prince declared.

“I will send a secured message if anything else comes up before your return.” Inui stated.

“Ah,” Tezuka noted before disconnecting the live feed, he turned his attention at Atobe, “What made you change your mind?” The royalty asked.

Atobe paused as he looked at the prince. F his silky gray hair to the side, he demanded, “ Dinner. You promised to take me out to dinner by the beach and tour around Chenzu. You should keep your promise, my prince.” Atobe leaned towards him, his hands rested on the armrests of Tezuka’s executive leather chair, their face a breath away from each other. Tezuka saw the challenge the actor dared to place before him. Being a player at heart, the prince didn’t flinch an inch from Atobe’s bold display of coquetry.

“Atobe, unless you want security to barge in and take you away, I suggest you keep your distance.” Tezuka stated as he pointed to the cameras on each corner of the room. The actor turned to the pointed direction. He looked at the prince before rolling his eyes and stepped back to curtsy before the royalty.

Tezuka shook his head after seeing his friend teased him playfully, “Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?”

Atobe smiled, “I thought you’d never ask.”

“You’re such a diva!”

“Yes, an awesome one, if I may add!” The actor declared before leaving the library.

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Once Atobe exited the library, Tezuka downloaded the folder with the pictures in question.

Like Inui described, the photos didn’t show anything out of the ordinary, unless they knew what transpired that entire evening in the hotel room. He missed him, although he held the blue-eyed angel in his arms last night, Tezuka longed for him. He leaned back on his chair, closed his eyes and rerun the moments he shared with Fuji.

“Syuusuke.” He quietly whispered, opening his eyes to the photo of the smiling royal guard gazing at him.

The prince wondered if keeping Fuji close to him was the right decision, or if he should consider Inui’s idea instead. Tezuka trusted Fuji with his life, if anything. He knew Fuji’s capabilities. He would rather have the opportunity of seeing him every day, next to him than wondering how Fuji was away from him. If Fuji was next to him, he knew he would be safe.

Could he, however, keep his hands away from the man he loves, if he’s right next to him?

The entire situation left Tezuka somewhere and yet nowhere. Being royalty he has the power to command an army and rule a Kingdom. He has enough wealth to have anything… except for the one thing he desired the most.

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The buzz from his cell phone disrupted the silence Fuji escaped to after confronting Saeki, too early in the day. The hangover lingered on, and the throbbing has become an annoying pang in his head. Too nauseous to get up, he chose to ignore the continued intrusion, which subsequently ceased and returned him once more to a much desired silence. Fuji’s pounding head eventually lulled. His unsettled stomach calmed, and his body relaxed into the depths of a deeply needed sleep.

In his mind danced images of his memories of the passionate night he shared with his prince in the very bed he laid on. Silhouettes of their bodies connected while beaded with sweat. Mouths hungrily latched as their tongues playfully teased each other and their moans orchestrated in rhythm with the seductive movements of their bodies. His dream awakened the warmth which replicated that was shared in the early hours when Tezuka laid next to him.

A non-stop thrumming on the glass door rattled Fuji out of his dream state, and his eyes fluttered slowly. His vision blurred due to tears that managed to well during his repose. The royal guard slowly arose, rubbing his eyes, so he could glare clearly at the intruder disrupting his peace. He walked towards the entry to his chambers, pushed the curtain to the side and was surprised to see the remnant hues of orange and pink as the sun set beyond the quiet expanse of gray salty waters.

The blue eyes enjoying his awakened state crinkled a smile and the lips that almost touched Fuji’s the night past showed an appreciative smirk. Without his noticing, the royal guard opened the sliding door to his private sanctuary wearing only a sleeveless undershirt and very short silk boxers who fed Saeki’s wild imagination and pictured Fuji as an innocent angel in a skimpy teddy.

Fuji’s cerulean orbs dangerously appeared in partial slits as he watched the silver-haired man eat him whole in his musing.

“What do you want Saeki?” Fuji asked. A balmy breeze rushed through and playfully fanned the silky hair protecting his deep-blue eyes.

“You’re quite a site to see.” Saeki announced. He attempted to step into Fuji’s cottage, but the royal guard blocked his entry.

“I don’t think so Saeki.” Fuji warned. Saeki stared down at the glaring pool of blues, surprised at the sudden denial of his access to a room he once shared with the beautiful man.

“Have dinner with me at least.” The paparazzi requested. Fuji relaxed his protective stand but kept the taller man from entering. Imprints of his private moments with the prince were still freshly marked in his room, his bed, and he didn’t want Saeki disrupting it.

“I’ll meet you at the Tiki in an hour,” Fuji offered.

“We’ll walk together.”

“No, I’ll meet you there. I have a couple calls to respond to before I forget about it. I’ll be at the Tiki at seven.” Wide blues underneath thick lashes eyed the taller man, “See you then?” Fuji toyed coyly.

Saeki wished he had his camera to capture this image of Fuji. He desired to touch, but he decided not to. Instead, he planted a kiss on his right forefinger and said finger lightly touched Fuji’s lips.

“Seven then love.” He winked, smiled at his ex-lover before slowly back stepping his exit, one step at a time.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Fuji watched him slowly disappear into the twilight shadows, a bothersome guilt eating his inside. He knew he’s playing a dangerous game toying with Saeki’s emotions.

He sighed at the reality of his situation. His heart was leading him somewhere towards the general direction of nowhere, pointless yet, of his own choosing.

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