Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ To Crack a Nut ❯ Chapter 1

Title : To Crack a Nut ( Chapter 1 )

Tezuka's point of view.

Disclaimer : Just playing with them for a bit. I don't own them, sadly.

Author's notes : I kept the honorifics because we all know what a pain in the ass it is without them. The fic's just not right!

 

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03.47 am.

 

The red numbers flash repeatedly on my alarm clock by my bedside.

 

“ Shit.” I mutter under my breath as I rise from the sweat soaked sheets yet again. This is the third time this week that I've woken up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat and unable to return back to slumber. The whole unhealthy sleeping patterns not to mention the building up sexual tension was not helping my tennis; not one bit. I let out a sigh as I pull on my sweat pants over my boxers and pad out of the room heading for the kitchen.

 

As I pass the guest room, I pause outside the door for the fifth time today, debating if I should just take a peek inside. There is a brief argument within me myself. Should I, just this once forget my ego and admit it was my fault. Then again, another part of me refuses to allow me to give in but to continue this cold shoulder bit and take it as a challenge to see which of us would crack first. In that instant it dawned on me that I had walked into one of the tensai's traps; as usual. My fingers were already on the door knob before it even registered in my brain. I shook my head in embarrassment at my stupidity, allowing my fingertips to drift of the door as I went to get a glass of water.

 

The morning sun shown through the windows and glared at me straight in the eyes through the opened blinds. I was slightly disoriented for a moment as I looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings that should have been our bedroom. I put my glasses back on, blinked and allowed my eyes to adjust to the sudden assist of power, only to realize I had fallen asleep on the couch. I rolled my neck in circular motions and stretched as my bones cracked in response to the lousy manner in which I had chosen to fall asleep.

 

The smell of a breakfast drifted into the living room from the kitchen as I heard the sound of someone cooking. It was probably western styled breakfast today telling from the smell of ham, sausages and eggs; in which I would have no share of it. The tensai had made it very clear several days ago that until I apologized, there was no way in hell I was getting any, be it sex, food, interaction. I would receive zilch. If there was, it would only be minimal basic communication. This was going to be a long week.

 

I rose from the sofa and padded into the kitchen to catch the brown haired man busy at the stove, his sapphire blue eyes staring into space as though deep in thought. I stood at the doorway for several moments admiring the smaller man when he happened to notice my presence and turned. For that instance, time seemed to stand till. It was the first time our eyes had met in the last week and I missed him so much but I would not give in. He turned abruptly away from me and continued cooking; cue for me to leave. I ran my fingers through my hair, sighing as I walked to freshen up and get ready for training.

 

By the time I got out from the shower, the entire house was silent. I had supposed Fuji had already left for he had mentioned something last week about being horridly busy with two major projects that he had to rush for his ever so demanding clients. He only got the best jobs, for he was the best; at everything. That is except for tennis and for that I was glad. At least I could still beat him at something. It didn't make me feel so insecure about myself.

 

I had grabbed the keys from the side table which also supported the black bowl that contained all the oddballs that were found around the house but something on the kitchen counter caught my eye. There under the food cover was breakfast prepared for me with a note that said, “ Ohayo Mitsu.” The sides of my lips turned upwards slightly. I could imagine the image of Syuusuke smiling at me while handing over breakfast and saying that brief greeting.

 

He was going to give in.. Soon. Which meant this fight was that serious..

 

Or so I thought.

 

I grabbed the ham and eggs and threw them between two slices of bread before shoving it into my mouth and running out the door. I was going to be late if I didn't get my ass moving. I was already in the elevator and going to hit ground when I realized I had left my rackets by the door. Goodness, where did the organized, disciplined and controlled Kunimitsu go? This was scary. Maybe I was spending too much time with Fuji.. Or was it away?

 

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I got back later than usual because of the unexpected traffic jam that was caused by an overturned lorry. I was tired but felt that today was one of my better days where my workout and training sessions went along smoothly. The sound of the shower running was heard as I entered the apartment, absent mindedly throwing my bags to the floor and collapsing on the couch. I switched on the television only to find nothing interesting on and flipped through the channels. I kicked off my shoes and pushed my glasses higher up on the bridge of my nose. I sighed and stretched out, taking up the three sitter with my feet hanging out. It would have been an odd sight before if the others were to see their buchou in such a relaxed position but after getting with Fuji, he had allowed his guard down and slowly but surely let his walls collapse; never to be rebuilt.

 

“ Saaa, Mitsu, the shower is vacant.” I turned my neck only to find Fuji standing with a towel in his hand while his partially wet bangs dripped.

 

It had been a week since our last interaction that being one of him asking me to remember to pick up the laundry from my way back home. This would be the third.

I gave a solemn nod towards him in acknowledgement and turned my attention back towards the television. There still was nothing worth watching but he didn't need to know that.

 

Later that evening as I was seated in the living room catching up on today's news. I heard the jingle of keys and looked up from the newspaper to find Fuji heading towards the front door. It took all my self control not to demand where he was going at this time of night, what more dressed the way he was. A frown etched its way on my features as I just watched the man of my every wet dream since my first year in Seigaku walk out the door dressed in leather pants and a blue dress shirt that matched his stunning eyes. As I heard the door shut I slumped back in my seat feeling defeated.

 

What does he plan on doing? Is he going to a club?

 

A sudden panic ran through my chest and an ache followed shortly after. What if he found someone at the club and decided to go home with him? It wouldn't be the first time Fuji acted on impulse. Besides, I didn't want anyone else's hands on him. He was mine after all, it doesn't matter that we're fighting right now. I rubbed my temples as I tried to think rationally.

 

No, Fuji wouldn't do that. Would he? He's loyal.. Right?

 

I disliked it when I had doubt in him. Does that mean I don't trust him enough?

 

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Morning came too soon and Fuji still had not returned from his outing last night. I had come to terms that Fuji could take care of himself and was a grown man who could make his own decisions. Decisions that he would have to live with! Sudden rage overcame me as I thought of him lying with another person may it be man or woman. Fuji was mine!!

 

Just then the door clicked and a tired Fuji came walking in through the door. He refused to make eye contact with me though he knew my glare was directed at him. He padded into our bedroom; the sound of the door being locked was heard and the shower followed shortly after that. I had barely any sleep last night, worried that something had happened to him. I didn't like it when I didn't know where he was or what he was doing. Though his career didn't really put him in any danger, but the blue eyed man was a sexy thing which could be summed up as sex on legs.

 

What happened to the “ he would give in soon?” It had already been two weeks and what more he had gone out to a club last night; I'm pretty sure of it. Was he doing it just to make me jealous? Because it was working but I'm not going to show any signs of it. Two can play at that game.

 

I gathered my things and headed out the door early. I needed to clear my head or today would be an unproductive day at the center. I will not allow my personal things to mess up and destroy my career or anything that had to do with it. I managed it all the way through school and I'll manage it again now. I was Tezuka Kunimitsu after all.

 

Fuji Syuusuke, I accept your challenge.

 

 

 

 

 

TBC..

 

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