Beep
Disclaimer: PoT: My AntiDrug.
Author's Notes: No, it's not dirty. Gosh! XD.
Summary: FujixTezuka Fuji gets a new toy.
"Tezuka."
"No."
"But I haven't asked you anything yet."
"Preemptive strike," Tezuka grunted, not taking his eyes off his book.
Fuji smiled. "Would you like to play a game?"
"I didn't bring my racket."
"Not that kind of game."
"What other kind is there?"
Fuji pulled out a plastic toy attached to his key ring. "I picked it up on my way home. Cute, isn't it?"
The older boy looked disdainfully at the small robot dangling from Fuji's hands. They were all the rage at school. "They're a complete waste of time," he said flatly.
"I don't know about that," Fuji said still smiling. "Why don't we try and see?"
Tezuka was silent, weighing his options. If he indulged Fuji and played his little game, then there was a chance that the tensai would leave him alone afterwards and allow him to finish reading. And there were only fifteen pages left…
"What are the rules?"
"One person asks a question, while the other one answers. If the person answering is honest, the lie detector will only beep once."
"Sounds easy enough."
"There is a catch, however," Fuji continued. "If you're caught in a lie, you receive a consequence."
"Consequence?"
"Since you won't be lying, you don't need to worry."
"Very reassuring," Tezuka said dryly.
"I'll let you ask the first question," Fuji offered.
"Fine," Tezuka said as Fuji put his index finger on the yellow button. "Is your name Fuji Syuusuke?"
"Yes."
The toy beeped once. Truth.
"Now it's my turn."
Tezuka placed his finger on the button.
"Do you enjoy playing tennis?"
"Yes."
Beep. Truth.
Tezuka let out a breath he hadn't been aware of holding. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad.
"Was a lie detector necessary for that question?
"Yes," Fuji said. As the detector beeped again, he added, "The easy questions are to establish that the lie detector works."
Tezuka frowned. Was he implying that the questions would get progressively harder?
There was a small clink as Tezuka handed the device to Fuji's extended hand.
"Second question," Fuji continued. "Who do you consider to be your biggest competition out of the Seigaku regulars?
"Everyone," Tezuka said without hesitation. "Complacency breeds contempt."
Beep.
"Fuji, Is there a point to this exercise?"
"Yes."
Beep.
"Will you be making it soon?"
"That's two questions."
"Fine, hurry up then."
Fuji chuckled. "Do you find me attractive?"
Tezuka blinked. "I believe your facial features are perfectly acceptable to those of the opposite sex."
Fuji ignored the beep. "You didn't answer my question."
"I don't make it a habit of evaluating my players based on their attractiveness," Tezuka frowned.
"Then perhaps you need to take a closer look?" Fuji scooted closer to his captain. "Is this better?"
"B-Better?"
"For you to ascertain the level of my attractiveness."
Tezuka, to his discomfort, found his ears were heating up. Never before had he been close enough to count flecks of green nestled in Fuji's cerulean blue eyes or notice the soft pale lips that were presently curved in a wicked smirk. There had always been a healthy two foot buffer zone between them at all times. This action on Fuji's part was a serious breech of the Tezuka Zone.
"Am I making you uncomfortable, Bouchou?"
"No…"
The loud series of beeps belayed his lie.
"I was sure you'd last longer."
"Who's fault was that?"
Fuji chuckled. "Now for a suitable punishment…"
Tezuka winced. Knowing Fuji, it would be something sadistic, involving an inappropriate amount of wasabi sushi, sour plums, or a combination of the two.
But to Tezuka's surprise, when soft lips met his, he didn't mind Fuji's consequence half as much as he thought he would.