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Title: Hot Passion
Day/Theme: 11/ a taste of poison
Series: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Tezuka/Fuji Konomi owns PoT characters, I just write about them
Rating/Warnings : PG-13/ humor

Words: 812 words. Will edit later, please excuse errors for now.

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 invites his former Seigaku friends to a cook-out, he cooks, his friends are worried, Tezuka glares at them but Fuji’s treat was a surprise, especially for Tezuka.

“It’s very rude to stay inside when the host is busy cooking outside!” Tezuka eyed the group of men who were simply peeking through the blinds from the dining room area.

The red head was the first to yelp his surprise upon hearing the stern resonance of their former captain’s tenor voice. The rest of the group simply moved away from the window, embarrassed for their busy ogling, and for getting caught in such a situation.

“Nya Tezuka, gomen!” Eiji voiced out guiltily. Oishi stepped forward to address his former captain, just like he’d usually do when he had to fix a problematic situation. Tezuka maintained his steel disposition, observed his former team and concluded that there was very little change in their composition and demeanor.

“Tezuka, Fuji’s cooking outside,” Oishi stated with a worried sound in his voice.

Tezuka stared at his former captain with no emotion whatsoever, merely looked at Oishi, then at the rest of the former Seigaku regulars whom Fuji managed to bait an invitation for a weekend get together at his parent’s home.

“The invitation was given to us and yes Fuji's cooking, he is the one hosting this gathering,” Tezuka announced.

Inui stared at the former tennis captain and watched the reaction of his former team members but kept his observations to his own. He was without his data book and the absence of his recordkeeping tool left the probability master out of sync. Lucky enough his hissing partner was close by, Kaido's close proximity helped him with his focus. Today’s gathering would require every bit of his keen observing eye and stamp his analysis into rote memory of whatever vital data he could gather. The probability of remembering or even deducing any useful data was very low, close to none, since Kaido was looking extra delicious in his new red bandana and white ribbed tank shirt top which was a perfect ensemble that went well with his new gray Capri pants.

Kaido noticed the observing gaze behind the square specs and gave the dataman a disapproving frown which was followed by a warm spread of blush on his slightly tanned cheeks.

Inui seeing the shy reaction from his snakeman, simply lost every coherent thought that remained in his analytical mind and wished he was alone with his hissing master.

“Inui-sempai,” Echizen smirked, “are you that hungry?” the smug kohai queried, eyeing his ogling sempai.

“Echizen,” Momo yelled, “leave them alone.”

“Che, you’re one to talk,” Echizen retorted, “are you starving too? I could smell the spicy aroma of Fuji-sempai’s cooking," his attempt with sarcasm fooled his taller sempai, but Echizen was worried himself of the hot spices due to the absence of his Ponta.

The youngest Seigaku member turned to their former captain, “Buchou, what did you do this time?”

Tezuka glared at the haughty kohai and arched his brow nonchalantly, “Eat or run laps, what will it be?”

The former buchou watched his former team members literally jump back in surprise, but feared to say anything disagreeable even though the choices laid out to them were blatantly unfair. Tezuka knew that, but he wouldn’t allow any of his friends to hurt Fuji’s feelings by not eating any of his cooking. He himself was worried but kept his own misgivings inside. Fuji’s love for spice was way beyond the limit his own body could handle but he won’t be careless in allowing his friends to know about it.

The muffled complaints were whispered amongst the group, but he knew his friends would suck it up and show their appreciation for Fuji’s efforts in the end, or else. He didn’t want to think of the possible repercussions, he knew very well how his partner could summon evil with a slight curve of his lips and a partial glint of his blue eyes. A cold shiver traveled through his spine, just the thought alone of seeing Fuji that way was enough to give him nightmares.

The doorbell rung and Tezuka wondered who would be at the door at this time, everyone expected for the gathering were present. He turned to check the door but Fuji appeared and dashed over to open the door.

“I’ll go,” Fuji announced, an onerous smell of strong spice followed him from outside and made all the men teary eyed.

Six pairs of eyes turned to Tezuka pleading but the former captain simply glared back. When Fuji returned, Taka-san was with him with stacked trays of sushi. Suddenly cheers of relief resonated in the room, everybody was so happy to see Taka-san.

Tezuka was happy as well but a little confused. He gave Fuji a questioning look and Fuji expected the questioning look and smiled.

“I have a special treat just for you,” he replied.

Tezuka never showed his emotions before, but this time, he couldn’t help the frown that suddenly appeared on his face.

“What did I do to deserve this?” he asked himself.