Kushiel verse Drabbles [Prince of Tennis/Kushiel's Legacy fusion]

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[ *Note; Kushiel's Dart, Kushiel's Chosen, Kushiel's Avatar, and Kushiel's Scion are the currently released books of the Kushiel's Legacy series, and written by Jacqueline Carey. They are very, very good ;) ]

If PoT characters were to be inserted in Kushiel-verse, Yumiko would be Hyacinthe, Fuji would be Melisande, Tezuka would be Phedre, and things would be so different...

(Two-sentence fic; perhaps to be continued).

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"That which yields," Yumiko says to him, one day; the second night but the first day, with one hand outstretched and wide-palmed, "is not always weak."

Fuji smiles the usual smile as he waves goodbye, walking out of the door to school. He owns a dictionary already, he knows there is more than one definition for nearly every word in the language.

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You don't teach children to be spies without knowing how to spy yourself. Fuji's grandmother knows.

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Tezuka sits cross-legged on the floor, on a cushion, and does not move from his designated spot. Yumiko and Eiji take to their stage, and Fuji hangs back, along with his grandmother. He is at least allowed to watch; Yuuta is not allowed even that much. Fuji is not sure he would really be allowed, but for what his grandmother had said to him, grabbing his arm before he could follow Tezuka into the room.

"I know what you did." She whispers into Syuusuke's ear. "I do not approve. I hope you are satisfied. I also hope you remember the traditions, and honoured them."

"I gave him a gift." Fuji replies sulkily, pulling his arm out of his grandmother's grip. "It's not fair to expect me to just keep learning and not put any of it to use. Or to ignore what I'm feeling!"

"It is fair, however," she retorts, "to expect you to have a measure of discretion. Talk to me, talk to your sister, before you do rash things. We have both been down your path, we both know the frustrations of having the knowledge without the experience. I envision much bigger things for you, Syuusuke. Now watch someone who has had years to perfect satisfying her own lust, and admit you have much to learn yet."

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The show must go on.

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Fuji knows he should be watching his sister and Eiji, as they perform what is commonly referred to as a "dance", no matter the details, and first of all he does.

But it becomes much more fruitful to watch Tezuka's back and gauge his reactions.

They begin with kissing, lots of kissing. Fuji doesn't recall doing that with Eiji much at all, but then he was in a bit of a hurry. They remove one another's clothes, and it's much like the vanilla sex Fuji knows exists, but doesn't care for at all. He finds it hard to understand how it can arouse anyone, just kissing and undressing. It gets interesting afterwards.

He knows from books what it is that his sister brings out to play with. The cock-ring doesn't seem that much of a big deal either, though, until Eiji gets hard and starts to whine. Fuji breathes and leans a little closer, realising he has read what it does, and imagining it happening to himself makes him want to cross his legs, which wouldn't help at all.

Eiji seems to be enjoying it thoroughly, for all the whimpering noises he makes. Fuji remembers him pleading for it to stop earlier, too, but he never used his safe-word, so Fuji knew he was only saying it for the sake of the game. This is when he hears someone else's breath hitch, and when his focus changes to Tezuka sat on the floor. He still has not moved even an inch, but every thirty seconds or so, his shoulders shift ever so slightly.

Fuji wishes he could see Tezuka's eyes, wonders if the blood spot in his eye expands at times like this, like the pupils do. Whether it reacts to pleasure and pain like other body parts.

Tezuka lets one hand come out of his lap and rest on the floor beside him. Perhaps he's attempting to draw attention away from his lap by taking his hands out of it, but Fuji could never see his lap from where he was standing anyway, and all he notices is the way Tezuka's hand clenches up from being flat on the floor to balled in a fist. Eiji didn't, and isn't now, doing anything like that. That's a little like rebellion.

Fuji tilts his head and considers quietly. He smiles.

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