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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Delauney's pupil meets Melisande.

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"Fuji Syuusuke." he says, offering out hand to shake. "My grandmother knows your grandfather."

"Fuji..." Tezuka mumbles thoughtfully as he holds his hand out in return. Fuji takes it up and shakes, squeezing a little too tightly. Tezuka blinks, and looks down at his fingers throbbing pleasantly.

"You don't need your glasses, do you." Fuji says, and it's not phrased as a question. "I know what you're hiding."

He leaves then, and Tezuka does not so much as see him, let alone speak to him again, for almost eight weeks.

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Delauney's pupil experiences his first taste of pleasure and pain both.

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He is young, too young to think about what he is doing before he does it, and this will be his first lesson in thinking before acting. All he knows is that he sees a pretty flower, and he wants to touch it, to take it and have it as his. His fingers curl round the stem and all of a sudden pain blossoms in three different places upon his hand, where the thorns have broken the skin.

Tezuka gasps, and feels like a taut string on a harp being plucked and singing. A thrumming goes through him, and he feels more peaceful than before, he wants to smile. His hand clenches tighter around the stem of the rose before he can think about it, and his grandfather watches in the shadows.

Fuji-san would have seen this, she would have known the meaning of the blood-spot in Tezuka's eye. Tezuka's grandfather has to look it up in one of his many books of history and legend before he can confirm it.

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At the Fuji residence, the Tezuka family are discussed.

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"Tezuka-san has asked a favour of me." Fuji's grandmother says, placing a bookmark between the pages and closing her book.

"What was it?" Fuji asks hopefully. He hungers for knowledge, especially since meeting Tezuka, especially about Tezuka.

"You needed me, grandmother?" Yumiko steps into the room, looking to make sure she did not interrupt. She knows she has not; she too is trained to listen by whatever means possible.

"Ah, yes." Their grandmother replies. "Tezuka-san contacted me, and said that he has decided it is time to educate his grandson further on the nature of what he is. By actions, I presume, as opposed to the book-learning he will already have received and gained little from."

"Grandmother, I thought you said he was the same age as Syuusuke..." Yumiko began. She paused. "Or do you mean to put on a show for him?"

"Exactly."

"So you asked me here for this." Yumiko said. "I did read a new path opening. A dangerous one, littered with chances of death."

"I thought death meant change." Fuji asked, sticking his tongue out at his older sister. He was rather jealous, but had been schooled to patience.

"That too." Yumiko said with a smile. "If he is not yet learned enough to participate, who do you propose I put on this showing with?"

"My first thought was of the Kikumaru family." Their grandmother replied. "They are trained to such things from a young age."

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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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