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Title: RSVP
Day/Theme: September 4 [2008]: Happy Thursday to you.
Series: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Tezuka/Fuji and mention of Atobe. Konomi owns PoT characters, I just write about them
Rating/Warnings : None ….. just drabble about nothing really.

Word Count: 532 words.

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

Memory: Fuji marvels at Ore-sama by accepting a birthday invitation.

oOo

“Kunimitsu, Atobe’s birthday is three days before your birthday?” Fuji stated.

“Hnn? I’m surprised you even know about his birthday.” Tezuka replied.

“Look at this!” Fuji waved a linen card and envelope with both their names engraved in embossed ink, “It’s like a wedding invitation or something. Nice linen paper though, and look at the embossed design, it looks like pressed bamboo leaf, very nice.” The artist continued to admire the invitation card at hand.

Tezuka raised a brow, listening to Fuji rambling on and on with his description of the paper quality, gorgeous calligraphy and embossed work done on the invitation.

“What does the card say Syuusuke?” Tezuka finally interrupted the artist’s with his query.

Fuji stopped abruptly his musings over said invitation and looked at Tezuka with an obvious hint of annoyance. He didn’t like the way Tezuka cut his rambling.

“It’s just an invite for dinner at 8:00 on Saturday, October 4^th. Why is that more important right now?” Fuji asked, glinting blues at the stoic.

“Reason for the invitation you’re admiring Syuusuke.” Tezuka stated dryly.

An exaggerated sigh came from the artist as he dropped both of his arms to his side, still holding the invitation.

“I guess we’re going Kunimitsu?” Fuji asked.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” The tennis player replied looking at the petite man squarely.

Fuji eyed him back, darting sharp glares at the stoic.

“Are you saying, you don’t want me to go?” Fuji chided.

“You don’t need to be inconvenienced.” Tezuka blurted back.

“This is Atobe, we’re talking about.” Fuji reminded him.

“And your point?” Tezuka challenged.

A devious sparkle lit in the wide blue eyes before him. Tapping the corner of his forehead with his index finger, the artist’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. Seeing the wicked glint formed in the gorgeous face justified the growing worry in Tezuka’s mind.

“Yes this is Atobe’s birthday, why would you think it would be an inconvenience?” Fuji gleamed, smiling deviously once more.

“Syuusuke promise to behave please.” Tezuka pleaded, witnessing the petite man planning wicked thoughts in his head.

“But of course Kunimitsu,” Fuji announced with such a melodious tone, “I shall marvel at Ore-sama’s awesomeness.”

It was Tezuka’s turn to sigh in frustration. He watched Fuji search for Atobe’s contact number in his cellphone directory and called the number.

“Atobe, Fuji here,” the artist announced sweetly, “Calling because Tezuka and I will let you have dinner with us on October 4^th.”

Tezuka shook his head while listening to Fuji.

“I know it’s your birthday how could we let it pass after receiving such an ostentatious request for our presence.” Fuji bantered. “Well, y-e-s?" The artist rolled his eyes then smirked as he lowered his voice to imitate Tezuka's stoic timbre, "Ah. . .Happy Thursday to you too.”

Fuji disconnected the call, beaming with a satisfied smile. He looked at Tezuka, stoic face glaring at him. Fuji shrugged a shoulder and innocently asked, “What? It said call to RSVP and I just did.”

The artist smiled, picking up the empty mug from the table and walked towards the kitchen playfully humming.

Tezuka watched him and smiled, “Poor Atobe.”

oOo

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