Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ No Money ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

“No Money!!”

 

Pairing: AtobexFuji

Category: Angst, drama, romance, AU

Story: Atobe slapped Fuji hard across his face and screamed, “You would rather sell your organs, your arms and legs instead of becoming my sex slave?!??” Fuji stared back at Atobe hatefully. “YES!!” (AtobexFuji) Hint: An angelic Fuji encounter a devilish Atobe. What is their future?

 

Something I want to clarify before you continue reading:

Fuji is still stunning pretty, hehe

Fuji is still a genius

Atobe… He is kind of evil. But he will change.

 

 

Prologue

 

 

 

 

Fuji was walking on the empty street alone tiredly. It was a cold starless night, and he was alone on his way home from his work.

 

He came in front of an old, rotten, worn-out building which looked like it would fall apart anytime. Fuji entered the building, and walked tiredly upwards the stairs. He stopped right before a gray rotten metal door, and started to unlock it.

 

“Fuji-kun!”

 

Fuji stopped his action, and looked back at his neighbor and hided his tired face with a polite smile on his face.

 

“Fuji-kun! It's good to see you! You see, I have a favor to ask. I have some garbage that I want to throw, but you know that I am old, and my legs are hurting, especially in this cold weather. So I was wondering could you please help me, the old lady to bring this down?”

 

Fuji kept smiling politely while he nodded.

 

Another door was being opened, a younger woman came out.

 

“Fuji-kun, since you are bringing down the garbage for her, could you also be nice enough to help me to bring my garbage down too? Thank you so much!”

 

Fuji nodded to the second woman. He grabbed the garbage's and pushed himself tiredly down to the first floor.

 

“Oba-chan, don't you think Fuji-kun is a really good child?” the younger woman smiled while she looked at the fragile back of Fuji and continued. “He always accepts all our and other neighbors' favors with a sweet polite smile without complaining once”.

 

“Yes, he is such a good kid… But too bad that he's…” the older woman made a sight.

 

“Yeah… too bad…” There was a silence between the women.

 

--#--#--

 

Fuji stumbled tiredly on his way to the corner where people place their garbage's. His eyes was getting dizzy by overwhelming tiredness from his work, so he almost fell over something big on the ground in the darkness when he was on his way back to his apartment. After straighten him, Fuji narrowed his eyes and took a closer look on the `thing' he almost stumbled over.

 

Oh my god! Fuji eyes widened. It was a body on the ground!!

 

Fuji started to get really panicked when he saw something red on the ground. The body was a man with silver/gray hair, and the most important thing is that he's bleeding! What should I do? Fuji looked around panicky, hoping someone could help him, but unluckily, there was no one. Since he has no cell phone, Fuji decided to run back to his room and call for an ambulance. When he was about to run off, he almost fell on the ground when his legs was grabbed by someone out of the blue.

 

“Don't… leave… me… Don't you… dare to leave… ore-sama here…!”

 

A very weak voice yet very demanding voice came out from the body on the ground. Fuji bent down once again to examine the man, the man went unconscious once again after `demanding' him. No choice. Fuji couldn't come up with any better alternatives than bringing him back to his apartment. He couldn't just let this man lying here all alone in such a cold night. He would have died till the next day!

 

Poor Fuji, he was having a real hard time struggling with all his strengths left to carry the man who weights about double (?) as him up all the stairs with his weak fragile body to his apartment. When he finally reached his so called bedroom, he dropped the man on his bed with his last strength while he breathed hardly. There were only two rooms in his small worn-out apartment, which was the toilet, and the living room, where he used as kitchen and bedroom beside.

 

Fuji started to undress the man first, in order to examine the man's scar on his stomach better. The scar seemed quite nasty, but not too deep. Fuji ran to the only shelf in the room, and searched for the first aide box which his boss gave him at the end of the year as his extra bonus for the hardworking. He started to clean the wound carefully, and then he bandaged it. After finishing the bandaging, Fuji brushed away the hair from the man's forehead in order to check if the man is having a fever. As expected, the man was burning in a high temperature, Fuji ran to the spring and sucked his towel with cold water, and placed on the forehead on the sick man. He found a new white plain t-shirt that he bought on the supermarket when they was having sales which he planed to use when he has worn out his presently t-shirt. Without hesitating Fuji changed the sick man to his new t-shirt, and a pair of boxer of him.

 

He actually looks quite handsome, and with his outfit, maybe he's a gigolo?

 

Fuji looked at the clock. Oh no… it's soon working time. I should be going to work soon… But what if he wakes up later? I won't be back before night… He might die by hunger…

 

Fuji took a deep breath to refresh himself before he started to cook porridge soup.

 

--#--#--

 

“What the… fuck…!” Atobe felt for cursing 24 hour straight when he felt a terrible pain from his stomach and his head. He started to sit up carefully, when a tower suddenly fell down from his forehead. Atobe opened and closed his eyes some times, and trying to think HARD why the hell is he having this terrible pain.

 

“That BASTARD!! How could he have stabbed ore-sama? That freaking bastard, I will KILL him defiantly! Defiantly… for making me losing face… Arrrgh *(@(x^!%#”

 

Suddenly, Atobe realized he was in an unfamiliar SHITTY place. Then he recognized that he was wearing something… more than shitty, cheap, ugly, tasteless t-shirt and boxer.

 

WHAT THE FUCK?!??? Where the fuck am I?? Atobe almost jumped up from the bed, but then he suddenly realized he had almost no energy, and his whole body was very weak.

 

“SHIT!!” Atobe cursed once again. He has to contact them to bring him back to his own place. But where the hell was his cell phone? Atobe looked around in the pathetic apartment, and finally found his cloths. They were hanging down from the wall; the water was still dripping down. Atobe almost felt for crying. Who the hell WASHED his cloth?? Does that person know how expensive his suite was? And that stupid human being actually washed his suit with hands?? DAMN! But even Atobe found his suit, he didn't found his phone. Funny! He couldn't even find his wallet! Bet that tasteless human stole his wallet and his phone! DAAAMN!

 

Suddenly he spotted an old fashion, cheap plastic, tasteless phone on the corner of the room. Atobe hurried and made a call.

 

“It's ore-sama! Come and get me n-o-w!”

 

“… How the fuck should I know where I am?”

 

“FUCK… wait…”

 

Atobe suddenly spotted some letters beside the telephone; he picked one of the letters up, and found the address at once.

 

“… now that you know where I am, so come and get me RIGHT NOW before I rot in this pathetic apartment!!” Before Atobe slammed the phone down, he added “remember to bring another suit to me!” before he broke off the conversation.

 

“Man I am hungry…” Atobe started to mumble to himself, while he started to walk toward something that looked like a furnace. Atobe found a big bowl on the counter which was covered by a plat on the top. A nice smell was streaming out from the bowl. Without hesitation, Atobe flipped away the plate, and found the bowl filled with porridge.

 

Man, I am hungry… I don't care the taste anymore! Atobe prayed inside him while he swallowed the porridge disgusted. Unexpected, the pathetic porridge tasted awfully DELICIOUS!! Or maybe even the best porridge Atobe ever tasted in his whole life. Atobe started to wolf down the porridge like he hadn't been eating for centuries. At the end, he even did something he NEVER did before, something that will totally damage his image, which is licking the bowl like a dog. After licking away the last porridge, Atobe was still not satisfied. He went to the little worn out fridge and searched for more porridge.

 

Satisfied finally, Atobe went back to the bed and lied down. All he wanted was to close his eyes so the pathetic rotten view wouldn't torture his eyes anymore. He wanted to beat the crap out of the one who destroyed his suit, and stole his cell phone and wallet at the first place. But since that human made such good porridge to ore-sama, I will forgive that greedy poor pathetic human!

 

Suddenly, someone unlocked the door and stepped in carefully. Atobe opened his eyes, and when he saw the fragile figure in front of him, he felt for screaming! OH MY GOD!! Is `that' a ghost? The person in front of him looks very weak and slim, actually too slim, like he would have been blown away in the wind anytime. And his tasteless `the ring' ghost hairstyle… Although the person in front of him doesn't have such a long hair like the ghost from the ring, but his bangs covered most of his part of his face, which makes him quite hard to examine the face of that person. But somehow Atobe could see that the person is a guy (Because he had flat breast), and the deep black rings under the eyes of him. That guy probably looks damn ugly, like a ghost, so that's why he chose to cover his face under his hair.

 

Man, I don't want to look at that ghostly person at all! And his taste of cloth… My God, someone please save that human! Atobe looked away after 5 second of examination of the person in front of him. His final conclusion of the person was; pathetic, tasteless, loser, poor loser who's very greedy.

 

“… You…”

 

“Ok, let me make this short. You stole my wallet and cell phone right? You probably got a lot of money on both items, so don't you dare to tell anyone about this to a single soul, you hear me? If you let out any rumors, I will let you die painfully! Besides, as a thank gift for your porridge, I will leave my suit to you. It's damn expansive, so I'm sure you'll be happy”

 

The person in front of him looked dumbfounded for some seconds before he started to protest in a weak and panicked voice.

 

“I… Fuji… I… no steal… your… phone… and wall…let… I…”

 

Atobe almost felt for exploding. Is that man handicapped or something? Can't he even speak clearly?

 

“When… Fuji… Find… find you… No phone… or wallet… I no… no… steal… I…”

 

Atobe was closed to explosion when he saw the stupid pathetic human in front of him started to get more and more panicked as he spoke, and he even started to use gestures!

 

Right before Atobe exploded, some else entered the room.

 

“Boss, you're safe!!”

 

“Fuck, of course I am!” saying that, Atobe walked out of the room in a hurry without turning back.

 

“Remember, don't you dare to say this to a single soul, or you're dead!” Atobe slammed the door hard behind him when he came outside, leaving the confused Fuji alone in the apartment.

 

Tiredly, Fuji wandered to the fridge, and found an empty bowl of porridge. Sighing, Fuji went to his bed and crashed down. Finally some sleep…

 

Atobe pissed on his way back, cursing again and again, and poor Fuji falling asleep on his bed because of burn out from work. Who would have ever guessed that these two totally different people will once meet again, and the destiny is playing a dangerous game with them…

 

 

 

To be continuing…

 

After reading this fiction, I am sure you are somehow frustrated the way I describe them both. So just to remind you;

Fuji is still stunning pretty, hehe

Fuji is still a genius

Atobe… He is kind of evil. But he will change.

 

Hope you enjoyed this fiction! And if you thought this fiction is like the manga “No Money', then you are wrong. The reason why I used this title… Hehe, you will find out ^_~

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