A Post-Valentines Day Gift--Fuji Syusuke One-shot--

I've never liked Valentines Day, what with the chocolates and stalkers and too bright colorswell, you get the idea. It's sort of depressing in a way, watching the people swarm about, giving and receiving bountiful amounts of sweets, but not me. Never me.
So what turned into the worst day of my life became the best. As was the plan, I didn't go to school that dreaded day, preferring to lie in bed "sick", alone, mind you. Nobody ever cared that much to possibly stay home while I was sick. Maybe at my death bed, but otherwise
Anyways, I stayed home and slept the day away. What pure bliss, to be away from annoying noise and annoying faces. And annoying rituals. If only I could do this every day.
So, you ask, what does a girl with time on her hands do? Well, play tennis, of course. I guess I forgot to mention in my rant that I'm a tennis freak. I'm alright, though I can never find a permanent doubles partner (guess that's another thing I forgot to mention). I've played games with the regulars a couple of times, mostly doubles with Eiji. Let's just say we rock. We beat the Momo-Echizen pair easily last match. I would train with everybody, but I reckon the female population at school would kill me. Ha ha.
I quickly changed into my sweat pants and a tank top, picked up my tennis bag, and high-tailed out of my house. If I hurried I could get a full practice in with the regulars.
Despite getting off at the wrong bus stop I (somehow) managed to enter the Seishun tennis courts before practice began. I was about to set my bag down when I felt something breathing down my neck. I turned around, saying, "Eiji, stop doing that. I already told"
It wasn't Eiji. Instead, Fuji Syusuke, tensai of the tennis team, was standing in front of me, bright blue eyes wide with curiosity. I jumped back, shocked. An odd look crossed over Fuji's face, quickly replaced with a smile. "You'd better get moving, or else Tezuka-bochou will have you run laps."
"Is that all you had to say? God, you didn't have to scare me like that!"
"Yes." I sweatdropped.
Fuji still didn't leave, which was a bit awkward, but I shrugged it off. I set down my bag and unzipped it, pulling out a pure black racquet with green claw marks (AN: Think monster energy drinks). I flipped it a couple of times then, still seeing Fuji there, once again asked, "Are you sure there wasn't anything else you wanted to say?"
He hesitated for a moment, then questioned, "Why weren't you at school today?"
I sighed. That was an easy enough question to answer.
"I don't particularly like Valentines Day. Too much mushy stuff going on at school."
Once again the boy let him emotions slip, showing a hint of relief, which puzzled me.

Onward!!!
Before I could think about it any further I heard Tezuka Kunimitsu's voice boom, "Twenty laps for talking. Now."
'Wow, that was fast!' I thought. 'I reckon that's a new recordlaps before practice has even started.' Even so, I began running the (stupid) laps, Fuji alongside me.
When we were on our tenth lap around the tennis courts I had a disturbing thought that it was going to rain. I stopped running, voicing this aloud. No sooner had the words passed my lips when it began to pour, buckets of water thoroughly soaking the courts.
I shrugged, then resumed my running, as did Fuji. By the time we had finished our laps we were soaked to the bone. Fuji motioned to my bag, which I picked up, and signaled my to follow him. I didn't think as we entered the BOY'S changing room, which was long since deserted. I sighed, slumping down against the door. I brought my knees up, burying my face in them while Fuji changed. For some reason I found myself turning bright red while this was happening. When he was done, Fuji lightly tapped my on the shoulder, sending shivers creeping up my spine. As I looked up I saw the world through a whole new lens. Fuji Syusuke, the god of all gods, was standing before me, looking as hot as ever. His wet hair clung to his neck and face, and his eyesoh dear god. I slowly turned a deeper shade of red, as if ketchup was pouring down my face. Seeing this, Fuji brought his hand to my forehead.
"I hope you're not sick." He muttered. Though I had previously doubted it possible, I turned an even brighted red.
The glass shattered as the lens was abruptly peeled away with a loud sneeze. That was enough to convince the body that I was indeed ill.
"Come on, I'm taking you to my house." That surprised me greatly.
"No, I can go home."
"We both know your parents won't be there. Come on, I'm sure it will be alright if you stay at my place."
That statement silenced me, for I knew it to be very true. I sighed in defeat and once again trudged in the rain. Cars sloshed by, soaking me further. I shuddered, not in any way protected from the rain, when I felt something heavy over my shoulders. I saw through the blur of rain two very distinct colors; blue and white. I would have normally would have objected, but I was hardly in the position to do so now. I gratefully clung to the fabric, slipping my arms into it.
I was familiar with the route we were taking, for I had traversed it quite frequently. When we say Fuji's house we sprinted ahead, both of us obviously eager to escape the downpour.
Fuji reached the house before I did and quickly opened the door for me. WE stepped inside, for the moment enjoying the pure bliss of heat and dryness. Soon Fuji's mother came in, not the least bit surprised that I was there.

Even MORE onward!!!
Fuji explained the situation to his mother, who asked, "Are you hungry, dear?" To which I replied that I was not, but thanked her for her consideration. It's funny, but Mrs. Fuji had always thought my politeness was funny. I really don't see why; I was raised to meet my parent's high expectations. Basically, I was to excel at everything yet still remain their quiet, obedient servant. Figures. Too bad they had never seen the real me.
Before I could see it coming I was saran wrapped in a blanket and had hot liquids being forced down my throat. It felt odd to be so lovedno, cared for. Once again, something I had never experienced in my childhood.
I camped out on the couch for the rest of the day, occasionally watching television of doing homework (stupid Fuji. He HAD to tell me everything I missed. I swear, karma's going to bite him in the a** one day).
While the rest of everybody was eating dinner I was um falling asleep on the couch. I didn't notice that somebody carried me to a different location, and only when I awoke in a foreign bed did I realize that I had been moved.
"Where am I?" I questioned softly to myself. I stared at my unfamiliar surroundings, soaking in every last detail. Breathtaking photographs in both color and black and white covered almost an entire section of wall. A small desk, littered with papers and pencils, sat in a corner of a room near a window, where several cacti proudly displayed themselves. A few coats, several pillows, and a tennis bag lay in an open closet opposite my current location.
"Why have I never been in your room before, Fuji?"
The smiling boy, who had been observing me while I inspected his room, shrugged.
Nodding towards his picture wall, I commented, "A picture says a thousand words, they say But I don't think so."
Fuji quirked an eyebrow, signaling me to continue.
"The perfect picture can say ten thousand words, it can paint a story. But it could also say just three words. Three words that, in themselves, could paint a lifetime."
A slow nod of understanding came from him.
I sighed irritatedly, flipping my body around on the bed and burying myself beneath the covers. The scent of Fuji Syusuke filled my nostrils, a mixture of soap and some other unidentifiable smell. I closed my eyes, squirming under the covers.
After a few minutes I still had not fallen asleep, and I felt a gaze on my face. I groggily opened a single eye, glaring at the boy before me.
"Go away." I whined. "I want to sleep."
Fuji chuckled sadistically, then poked me in the forehead. I mumbled into the pillow, lazily swatting away the offending hand.
The poking stopped, and I heard a soft shuffling before something was placed near my head. I muttered a soft thanks, then dozed off into my dreams.

And, at last, the final section. I apologize ahead of time for any spelling errors or anything. My hands are all wrapped up in bandages and it's really hard to type..... x.x
I awoke several hours later to a soft humming noise. I kept my eyes closed, however, listening to the sweet melody.
A minute later the humming stopped, and the person exited the room. I peeked my eyes open, quickly glancing around the length of the room before turning my eyes to the pillow. However, the darkness of the room prevented me from identifying the small, rectangular object lying upon it.
I squinted my eyes, picking it up. A smooth, glossy face revealed a picture of a small, pink heart drawn in chalk upon a slab of gray cement.
I heard a soft noise outside the door and hastily replaced the picture on the pillow, mind whirring. Closing my eyes, a small smile formed on my lips.
Had I, at that exact moment, looked at the faintly glowing digital clock on Fuji's bedstand, I would have seen the numbers 12:01 emanating from it.

Yeah.... Once again, this is dedicated to evil-the-forgotten!!!! Rate/message!!!!