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Title: A Peacock’s Walk Could Be Inimical
Day/Theme: August 24 [2008]: The turn of her heel, the nape of her neck.
Series: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Tezuka/Fuji. Konomi owns PoT characters, I just write about them
Rating/Warnings : G Yaoi kissing.
Word Count: 1,152 words.

A/N: AU- Tezuka and Fuji are Tokyo University students and share an apartment together. A snapshot of their life together, sharing moments to make memories.

Memory: Fuji’s silence, Tezuka’s worry.

Fuji watched her with such great interest, the girl have such finesse in the way she swaggered across the court towards his lover, equating her stance to that of a male peacock in heat, the girl surely had her wily plumes out zeroing on her prey. Tezuka of course had no inclination of the confrontations and bullying Fuji had been exposed to by the sorority’s leader and her cohorts. Their inimical schemes cloaked under the guise of some kind of humanitarian benefit – to save world peace or hunger of some sort – Fuji couldn’t really remember, has managed to convince Tezuka to participate in their bishonen auction. For what its worth, it was enough to persuade Tezuka to wholeheartedly provide his support in the sorority’s support and accept the invitation to be one of TU’s bishonen for auction.

As far as Tezuka is concerned, his participation in this auction would result to one date with whoever wins the bidding. Ten men from the Engineering Department will be on display for auction by the sorority. Each year the occasion garnered huge success in raising funds for the university’s humanitarian chest, equally or bigger than the Spring Dance.

Later in the afternoon, back in their apartment, Fuji busied himself with his school projects, quietly going about his work, very much concentrated but perturbed by the entire situation. He managed to masked his growing trepidation from Tezuka, at least in his mind, he made himself believe so, but since he was fully concentrated in keeping his emotions under mask, he hasn’t notice Tezuka’s close observation of him. Unbeknownst to Fuji, his unusual silence and seriousness for the past days didn’t go unnoticed and has alerted Tezuka to be concerned of him.

The tennis player planted a kiss on Fuji’s soft honey hair. “Syuusuke, is the auction bothering you?” Tezuka asked.

Fuji remained silent as he continued with his busy stance, working on his school project.

Pretending not to hear his lover’s query, he’d rather keep silent about the threats and save Tezuka the aggravation and annoyance, worried lest it would result to Tezuka backing out of his auction participation.

“Syuusuke!” Tezuka called out a little louder, Fuji glanced up, acknowledging the curious brown eyes focused on him from behind.

“Ne, Kunimitsu is something wrong?” he smiled his goo-goo smile that Tezuka surely had no shield from. The tennis player though, intensely scanned his face, Fuji eyed him back, cerulean eyes managed to fake a glimmer as he smiled at the brown eyes staring at him. A few seconds followed, a smile appeared followed by a soft caress of Fuji’s cheek.

“Are you overworking yourself with all these projects?” Tezuka asked worriedly.

Fuji was quick on getting his queue to deviate Tezuka’s concern, “Gomen Kunimitsu! It’s just that the deadlines are nearing and there’s so little time.” The artist raised both his hands in the air to stress his fake frustration over the matter. Tezuka caught both his hands at mid-air, moving to the side and pulling Fuji carefully to stand up to meet his embrace.

“What can I do to relieve you off your stress?” Tezuka didn’t wait for a response and began to trail kisses on the petite man’s forehead, his eyes, the tip of his nose, his cheeks.

Fuji remained silent as he closed his eyes sauntering on the bestowed intimacy as he was gathered in a protective embrace, “Just hold me for now Kunimitsu.” Fuji sighed deeply.

The kiss that followed caught him off guard, pliant lips claimed his drawing him slowly, amorously into a much urgent and deeper connection. There was no teasing the other but a gentle expression of affection was surely marked by this one kiss, melting Fuji slowly and his worries locked away momentarily.

“I love you.” Tezuka whispered and Fuji could only moan a response, tracing kisses on the taller man’s neck, his hands released from the taller man’s gentle hold, was now snaked around the well toned body of the tennis player.

He embraced his lover, resting his cheek on his chest and they stayed locked in their embrace, momentarily before Fuji glanced at him to query. His cerulean orbs couldn’t hide all his worries from the observant hazel eyes aided by rimless glasses. Tezuka could read him despite his attempts to mask his worries.

“Something is bothering you, Syuusuke.” Tezuka stated for he was sure, “I can’t place it but I could sense you’re not telling something.” The taller man probed his eyes with careful intensity before he gently cupped the soft cheeks with his hand.

“No secrets, please?”Tezuka begged. “Syuusuke, if the auction is the issue, I can say no, I’ve done so before.” He continued.

Fuji’s eyes suddenly widened, not that he wished to, but with Tezuka’s gentle pleading, he couldn’t bear to deny his lover his wishes, but then it would mean the threats would be put into play and that meant risking their safety.

Tezuka saw the sudden dilation of the cerulean eyes before him, a certain hint of fear unmasked, “What is eating you up inside and you can’t tell me?” Tezuka’s voice was deeper and now stern, with a hint of annoyance after realizing something was kept from him and has resulted to Fuji’s somewhat depressed state.

“Kunimitsu, I…uhm,” Fuji began as he was abruptly released from the taller man’s warm embrace, trepidation building up as the tennis player’s comportment switched to his usual stoic demeanor, “Please don’t withdraw from the auction?” Fuji pleaded in return.

“I…I can handle the pressure of my projects, don’t worry about me,” he faked a smile, too obvious of his feigning which only led to a heightened annoyed reaction from the taller man.

Tezuka saw through Fuji’s stance and was not pleased by his deflection, he is more sure that there is something worrying his lover. He clenched his teeth so hard his jaw muscles twitched at every dry swallow he took. Fuji’s continued silent forbearance was annoying him but he couldn’t fault him for it.

He closed his eyes in frustration, “You’re not telling me the truth Syuusuke.” He waited for the other to response but the petite man continued with his silent state.

Tezuka felt anger overcoming him and he didn’t want to confront Fuji at this state. He led himself towards the entrance of their apartment, changed his shoes while Fuji watched him quietly building up with fury.

“I’m going out for a walk.” Tezuka opened the door and left without waiting for Fuji to respond.

Fuji sat on the sofa, slowly shaking his head, not sure really of his next move. His thoughts returned to the female, the way she turned her heels, flouncing towards Tezuka earlier in the morning, swooshing her dark curls flirtatiously to show the ivory nape of her long, slender neck.

Beauty could be daunting sometimes, devilish to a fault when used in such baleful way.

oOo