Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ To Crack a Nut ❯ Chapter 3

Title : To Crack a Nut ( chapter 3 )

Tezuka's point of view

Disclaimer : If I were a genius, they would be mine. However, I can barely get by in school. Being a genius is a faraway dream. Not mine!

Author's notes : yada yada yada ~.. enjoy!

 

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It probably wasn't the best idea to push it with Fuji and force him into the shower but then sometimes the tensai liked being dominated against his wishes though he would never let on. We had had another round in the shower which ended up with him screaming my name as I spilled my seed in him. I mentally grinned as the image of his flushed body, eyes closed in pleasure and trembling body against mine flooded my brain. That delayed him for another hour or so before he was ready to leave the house. The sapphire eyed man didn't look too happy though; he glared daggers at me before the door shut abruptly behind him.

 

I wasn't sure if this meant our little feud was over but I'd take what I could get for now. I felt much better than I had in two weeks and smirked to myself as I arched my back, stretching out across the couch. I had received a call from my trainer earlier about missing practice though I had left a message when he didn't answer his cell. I was suppose to have a meeting later in the day which would have meant my training would have been cut short too so I took the liberty in canceling it altogether. I just hoped that this wasn't for some interview, photo shoot or advertising campaign. I was sick it. Just hitch hiking along for the ride and rising along with you but ditching you when you fall. Though it was to be expected, it just rubbed me the wrong way. I pushed my glasses up with my index finger and collapsed on the sofa.

 

A couple of hours after watching countless reruns of last summer's major blockbuster movies, I clicked the television off and jumped up to get changed. I picked a casual violet colored t-shirt and black jeans. I needn't be so formal yet I didn't want to be undressed. I pulled on my sneakers, grabbing my keys and wallet before heading out. For a brief moment I wondered if Fuji would be returning home tonight. He seldom made it home when work held him up; he hated for it to pile up. That was so like Syuusuke. I shook my head as I thought of his heavy work schedule. That was rather thoughtless of me, to detain him for so long.

 

The traffic on the roads weren't that heavy in the middle of the day and allowed me to reach my destination without much hassle. The little café wasn't that hard to find and I was thankful for that too. This person that I was meeting with, I met him from my last match in America. He had been seated in once of the bleaches near me and something about him just mesmerized me. He was good looking with his raven black hair and startling green eyes. He had asked me for an autograph and I had gladly complied as I had just won the match. Several days later as I was walking around looking to pick something up for Fuji, I had bumped into him and though I had recognized him instantly, I would never admit it. We somehow ended up having tea together which was a first for me to be so friendly with a complete stranger. I kept my conversation at a minimum as he began yapping all evening long and it was refreshing to hear him talk.

 

My blond haired angel hadn't been able to make it for my match and I had to be alone throughout the trip. I was missing Fuji, and here was someone else who could brighten up my day. I was alone, in a foreign country and just wanted someone to talk to; a companion. He didn't seem that bad and I was comfortable around him. At the end of the week we had met up another two more times for lunch and dinner. At the end of it all, we exchanged contact info and I was rather surprised at myself. Though it was him who had asked for it, I was shocked that I had complied. I had been out of sorts that entire week, maybe because I was on cloud nine. This had happened about two months ago. He was tucked nicely into my memory bank and I was quite sure we would never meet again. That is until he rang me up last week.

 

The bell jingled as I pushed the glass door open. It was dimly lit though it was not dark. I settled into one of the booths by the window and ordered a drink as I waited for him. As usual I arrived early and it wasn't odd for me to have to wait. The waitress seemed to recognized who I was but said nothing to confirm her suspicious. I was glad for that. I didn't need a whole mob of people chasing me down the streets for my autograph. After the coming out of Fuji and my relationship, it only seemed to fuel the ever growing fan club. It is beyond my understanding how women tick.

 

The familiar jingling of the bell was heard and my attention turned to the door. Piercing verdant eyes spotted me by the window and he began to make his way towards me. I remained unfazed and continued to gaze out the window, trying to concentrate on a old lady dressed in a striking pink outfit that clung to her figure in all the wrong places. What was she thinking when she got dressed this morning?

 

“ Kuni, don't act like you don't know me now.” A low voice greeted me as the man that had came in earlier slid into the seat across from me.

 

It was odd for me to respond more than a nod and that's exactly what I did. He had a wide smile plastered on his face the waitress approached him to take his order. The raven haired man that sat across me took off his jacket only to expose creamy white skin covered by a sleeveless black top. He folded his arms on the table and began cracking his knuckles as he gazed across the table at me.

 

“ So, how've you been?” He raised his brow, the ends of his lips remained turned upwards.

 

“ I'm fine. It was a surprised for me to hear from you. What brings you here to Japan?” I picked up the coffee that I had ordered and raised it to my lips.

 

Several moments later, the ice had been broken and I had relaxed considerably. I began laughing at his funny antics and amusing happenings at the airport and trouble getting around using the bullet train. For a moment I had completely forgotten that he was American though of Japanese decent. He had explained that to me before but my memory needed to be jogged slightly. As he spoke I admired the length of his neck that supported his angular face. I barely remember him being so fair either but I blamed it on the lighting. After all, we were seated right by the window.

 

We had a good time catching up though he did most of the talking as usual. I glanced at my watch and decided I had better get home just in case Fuji returned. I probably owed him an apology for this morning. He seemed pretty caught up in his own world that it took me another ten minutes or so to pull him back to reality and tell him I had to get going. He picked up his jacket as I settled the bill, which he allowed me to pay for since we were in my home country after all.

 

We said our goodbyes as we stood at the entrance of the quiet cafe. I learned later that he was staying at a hotel not too far away from my training center. I supposed we could meet up again since it was rather convenient and it wasn't everyday that someone from overseas came to visit you. I found it odd to think he came all the way just to talk but it was not my business and it was not like me to poke around where my nose didn't belong. I was about to stretch out my hand to shake but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a hug. I froze in place at the sudden contact and for a moment didn't know how to respond.

 

My brows knitted together as he had given me such an overfriendly greeting but I decided against telling him off. Though it disturbed me but my frown disappeared as fast as it had appeared; only grazing my features for a split second. He was from abroad, I argued with myself as I got into my car and drove off. He declined getting a ride from me as he could see I was slightly in a rush. I didn't make a big deal about it and rushed off home hoping my angel hadn't come home yet.

 

The apartment was empty when I entered. I was rather sick of getting take out food and was looking forward to the smaller man's cooking. Maybe if I was lucky he would have baked me an apple pie but I doubted it. I did after all misbehave this morning but he did like to spoil me, sometimes. Heat rose to my cheeks as I thought of some of the things he allowed me to get away with sometimes, just because he loves me. He was just too cute sometimes but when he was in one of his moods, it was something to watch out for. The last time I gave in to one of his request, it involved candles, honey and leather. I shuddered as the memory of it all came to me.

 

“ Mitsu, are you home?” The squeak of the front door was heard as I stood in the bedroom with flush cheeks and a silly grin on my face.

 

I called from the bedroom and went out to welcome home my lover. He was rather early today. Did he managed to finish his work or did he dump it all on his ever ready to work assistant of his? Either way works for me; as long as he's home. An angelic smile greeted me as I stepped into the kitchen only to see him drape the apron lazily over him, not wanting to dirty his work shirt. I wrapped my arms around his trim waist and buried my face in his sweet smelling hair not mixed slightly with a rough smell of sweat.

 

“ Please let go of me if you ever want to have dinner.” Blue eyes turned to meet mine with great intensity.

 

Placing a peck on his cheek I released him and went to have a seat by the kitchen counter. Slender fingers pulled out pots, pans and readied the ingredients with much ease. I had poured myself a cup of juice as I watched him from across the well furnished kitchen. Moments later I was pulled back from my thoughts as he laid the table and served dinner. His sleeves had been pulled up above his elbows and his collar opened till the second button, exposing his porcelain skin. I playfully nipped at his neck as I slipped around him to take my seat across him at the table.

 

Dinner was pleasant, quiet and both of us took comfort in the joy of silence. Syuusuke placed his chopsticks down and sat back in his chair. He let out a long exasperated breath and seemed as though he was about to say something when an annoying buzz was heard. Both of heads whipped towards the source of the disturbance. Before I knew it, he had bolted form his chair and dug in one of his jacket pockets in search of his cell phone. The coat hanger had almost toppled over in his search for the mechanical contraption.

 

“ Hello?' His voice was slightly out of breath as he answered. Vibrant blue eyes opened and displayed an expression of seriousness. He looked up at me and held my gaze. He gave me a smile before steeping out onto the fire escape and closing the window behind him.

 

What on earth? Why was he being so secretive?

 

I remained at the table and barely picked at the food feeling slightly annoyed and offended. The smaller man climbed back into the apartment several moments later and placed the phone back down on the side table. His expression was usual but his eyes closed, not allowing me to read him. He picked up his bowl once again and began eating.

 

“ Who was that?” I asked, testing the waters. Was his defenses up?

 

“ Wrong number.” He said so with a smirk in his voice, it was laughable that he dared tell such a plain out lie.

 

If it was a wrong number you wouldn't have gone through all the trouble of going out to the fire escape to talk to him only to tell the person on the phone he had dialed the wrong number. Even telling me it was the Queen of England would have been more believable.

 

“ Saa, Kunimitsu, you'll do the dishes right.” His tone was more an instruction that a question and he received a nod from me.

 

I cleared the dishes silently as he disappeared into the bedroom. I threw the plates rather violently into the sink and was deciding if maybe I should pop his phone and have a look at the received calls list. I began soaping the dishes as I seriously considered it. He was after all in the shower, he wouldn't know. I do have a right to know about my lover so it would not be considered wrong.

 

I need to trust him. He's not hiding anything from me. He has no reason to. Does he?

 

That night I slept more soundly than I had in quite a while. I had lazily wrapped my arms possessively around the smaller man's trim waist and buried my face in his golden nest of hair. He remained with his back towards me and hardly even acknowledged my presence. It would have been odd and I would have questioned him if I hadn't accepted the fact that it was me who had tired him out earlier that day. Though somewhere in the night I had awoken to find his side of the bed vacant. The mattress was still slightly warmed which indicated he had not been gone for long.

 

Maybe he went to get a drink..

 

Several moments passed as I lay awake in bed starring at the ceiling. Feeling defeated, I decided to go look for the tensai, hoping he was in the kitchen or maybe he had fallen asleep in front of the television. I padded outside, the floor boards creaking slightly under my weight. I mentally noted to get those boards replaced and stepped into the hall. Surprisingly it was quiet, and Fuji was no where to be found. I felt my heart beat quicken at the panic that he was missing. On instinct I searched the side table for his car keys and found them like he was; missing.

 

“ Syuu? Are you here?” My voice resounded in the empty apartment only to bounce off the walls and return to me without a reply.

 

I rushed back into the bedroom, threw on a shirt, grabbed my keys and practically ran out the apartment. The streets were empty at such odd hours of morning. The clock in the car read 2.54 am. My blood was boiling within me as I spared on mercy on ramming the gas pedal full throttle. I zoomed pass red lights without a second thought, all the time my eyes peeled and on a look out for the photographer. Then out of sheer luck, I thought I recognized a man walking into the park. It looked so much like Syuusuke from the back and after so many months of gazing at that sexy behind, I was sure it was him.

 

The car reeled to a sudden halt and the tire's screeched in protest as it grazed the road. I stepped out of the car and made a beeline to follow the familiar figure. There were plenty of people around, most seated with dim lights behind them. I cocked my head to one side. Many were walking to and fro at a hurried pace, many small tents had been set up at one corner of the playground. Suddenly, a bright flash of lights blinded me as they shone right in my face. Automatically, my hand shielded my eyes from those blinding lights and I stepped out of it's rays. What is this? Could it be a.. ?

 

No, it couldn't. It was 3 am in the middle of the night. Surely it wasn't. A soft breeze wafted around me and blew the shirt that I had thrown on open slightly. I shivered at the cool contact but kept a look out for Fuji. Out of the corner of my eye I saw sudden movement as another tent was set up and the figure I had seen earlier walked into it followed by another taller male. My eyes shot up in horror. My legs moved towards the tent and before I knew it I was at the entrance. I could hear the smaller man's voice from within and he was laughing, what more he did it so coyly.

 

My hands clenched into fist but remained at my side. My brain took the liberty of alerting me to all the sort of things they could be doing inside alone. I gritted my teeth together and with one hard tug, pulled open the thin sheets of cloth to expose Fuji and another very good looking guy in odd positions. Fuji was on his knees and adjusting the other man's shorts as the other stood still, a clear blush stained his cheeks.

 

“ Eh, Mitsu? What are you doing here?” The fair skinned man cocked his head to one side, his sapphire blue eyes meeting mine and giving me a questioning gaze.

 

“ Isn't that my line? Could you at least look guilty when you're caught in the act!” I heard a voice shout only to realize it was mine. Before I knew it I had whipped around and was making my way away from the tent.

 

I suddenly felt heavy hearted, my eyes began welling up and an odd chocked up sensation was felt in my throat. My trachea was tight as though the walls were closing in and suffocating me. My vision was beginning to blur and my head heavy. I staggered away, feeling uneasy and confused. I had lost my sense of balance but tried to remain cool. I wouldn't show my weakness to none, especially not at a time like this. I straightened up my shirt and stomped off towards the car. I was not going to stand there, humiliate myself after discovering I was being cheated on.

 

Tezuka Kunimitsu will not stand for this. I was better than that.

 

 

 

TBC…

 

 

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