To Return
Summary: Have you ever heard the saying, 'They need to stop living in the past'? For three selected people, it's literally true.
Warnings: Shounen-ai
Pairings: Yukimura x Fuji
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is not mine.
'Kay! Kagerou is back with another Tenipuri fanfiction for you all to read and review! D This one is more like Painless than all my others, because it's slightly sci-fi. But it's also like Painless because there's romance! -gigglesnort- Okay, I'm done. But again, like always, this story is already written before hand, so there's not much waiting for you, and I can assure you that I will finish it. Because it's already finished! It differs from Painless because, instead of Atobe and Fuji, it's Yukimura and Fuji. And Tezuka doesn't really appear much at all in this story! And neither does Ryoma, or any Seigaku people, for that matter. Because this story centers around a different school (bet you can figure out what it is).
Also, I think YukiFuji needs a name. Like all the other pairings out there. Any ideas? Include them in your review when you read, review, and enjoy! D
Chapter 1:
2018—Fuji Syusuke is 26 years old
"Syusuke!!! Wake up, now!" Fuji heard a shrill voice scream over the intercom. He rolled over in his elegant bed and lay for a while, until he finally followed his wife's commands and got up. Yes, he had a wife, and three children. He didn't really love his wife, but neither of them could do anything about an arranged marriage.
Fuji's feet touched the cold marble floor, and he virtually hopped over to the closet. One of the children was at day care, and the other two, twins, were screaming at the top of their lungs. Even if the intercom had not been turned on, he would've probably been able to hear it.
Fuji sighed and walked slowly down the long flight of steps, grasping on to the gold plated railing, his long hair tied back in a messy ponytail. "Yes, honey?" he said.
"Syusuke, this one wants you to take him to the park," she, his wife, Sayaka said, gesturing towards the younger of the two twins. One of the twins was a boy, and the one wailing in Sayaka's arms was a girl. They were both two years old.
Sayaka had long, black, wavy hair, and she was very beautiful. Everyone back in Junior High School liked her, but she wasn't the nicest person in the world.
"Sayaka, how many times must I tell you, he has a name," Fuji said.
"Fine, Keita would like you to take him to the park," Sayaka said and rolled her eyes. She flipped her hair and walked off with the other twin, Keina. Fuji smiled apologetically down at the boy's wide blue eyes. He looked like an exact replica of Fuji, with beautiful, sparkling blue eyes and shiny brown hair.
"Let's go, Keita," Fuji said, and took the younger twin's hand. He grasped his father's hand firmly and walked out the front door.
With all the implications, you probably already guessed that Fuji was rich. His parents had married him to a friend of his ever since he had transferred to Seigaku. Her father owned a large industry, and of course, she was also rich. But Fuji didn't really like the girl, since she was slightly pushy, and a load of other things Fuji dare not describe. She was pretty, though. Fuji had just acted kind to her, since he was kind to everyone, but she had hung around him more than other girls had, and their parents knew each other.
They entered the park gates and Fuji sat on a bench while the little one climbed a tree in Fuji's plain sight. He sighed. Of course he wasn't happy with this, but what was he to do? If he divorced her, he would lose the twins and his money, but he didn't really like her. Fuji closed his eyes and sighed.
Suddenly, he heard a scream. His eyes snapped open and he saw his son, still safely sitting on a branch of the tree, with eyes as wide as saucers. Fuji couldn't tell what he was so scared about—and then he saw it.
In front of the tree was a bright white light. Some of the other kids looked over at his son, but dismissed him and turned back to what they were doing. It was almost like they couldn't see the flash of light. But before Fuji could think any more, it spoke.
"Fuji Syusuke, would you like to go back?" the voice said. It was a voice of a woman, soothing and calm, not at all like his wife's voice.
"Go back to where?" Fuji asked. He knew that it was strange of him to be talking to a bright glow of light, but he was just too curious.
"Go back and mend your mistakes," 'she' replied simply.
"Mend…my mistakes?" Fuji said.
"Would you like to go back to when you were twelve years old?" she asked again, wording it differently this time.
Fuji understood her, but he couldn't believe it. He knew he shouldn't, since he had twins and another child to take care of, and he also had a wife, and speaking of which, a life, but he still found himself nodding his head slowly. The wind picked him up and swirled him into a black abyss. He took one last look and his son, and then all was dark.
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2005—Fuji Syusuke is 12 years old
Fuji moaned and opened his eyes. He was in his room. His room from when he had just moved to Tokyo. He sat up. What had he just been doing? Oh yeah, he remembered. After all, how could one forget all of the things that had happened to him? He looked at the calendar, and it read 'August 15'. He remembered that day, or maybe he should call it 'today', clearly in his mind, also. 'Today' was the day that he had chosen which of the Kantou area schools to attend. Why had he been sent back to this day?
Fuji got out of bed just as his older sister walked into his room. "Oh, you're up early today," she said. Suddenly, her eyes started to sparkle. "Ooh, I know why. It's because you're excited about choosing your school."
Fuji nodded and smiled at his sister. "Ah, okay then. We'll get it started right now. Mother has a list of the schools to choose from. Come." She led Fuji into the kitchen, where there was a list of schools plastered to the table. "Here are the schools. You like tennis, right?" she asked.
"Of course, Yumiko, you don't have to ask that," Fuji said, smiling, trying to think of what he was like back then.
"Ahaha, yeah, you're right," Yumiko said and chuckled. "But the schools with remarkable tennis teams are Seishun Gakuen, Hyotei Gakuen, Rokkaku Chuu, of course, and the winner of the National tournament, Rikkai Daigaku Fuzoku."
Of course, Fuji already knew all of these schools. He opened his mouth to say Seishun Gakuen immediately, but then paused. The white light had said something about 'mending his mistakes'. Was his mistake marrying that lady? He couldn't have done anything about it. As soon as his parents found out that they were both going to Seishun, they immediately—wait, Fuji thought. They were both going to Seishun. This was his chance to change that. If he didn't attend Seigaku, then maybe he would have a chance of living a happier life in the future. But his kids, Fuji thought. He shook his head. He had already come back to the past, and it was time to mend his mistakes.
He considered the other schools for a long while. Hyotei was the first one that Yumiko had said besides Seigaku. Yes, they were a wealthy school, and they did have a very good tennis team, but the people there were…how should he put it…snobbish? He didn't want to go to Rokkaku, or else moving from Chiba to Tokyo would've been a waste for his family. The only one left was Rikkaidai. Fuji smiled at the thought. Yes, they were the one school that Fuji might feel comfortable in. Their members were nice, with the exception of some, and their tennis team was definitely one to be awed at. They were the ones.
So Fuji yet again opened his mouth and said, "Rikkai Daigaku Fuzoku," slowly. There was no changing his decision now.
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Yukimura Seiichi sighed contently. It was finally the first day of Junior High School for him, and it was the day that he could show the tennis team what he was made of.
He stared at the board, smiling. There were no others in the room, since he had come quite early—a full thirty minutes. He suspected that there would be no others for at least fifteen of those minutes. But as if on cue, the door creaked open just then. Yukimura looked up and saw another smiling face quite like his. The boy had brown hair that fell beneath his chin, much like Yukimura's own (the falling beneath the chin part), and he was slightly shorter than the blue haired future captain.
"Hello," the boy said in a melodic, feminine voice.
"Hi," Yukimura replied with his own. It was almost like a contest to see who had the smoothest voice or the most femininity.
"I'm Fuji Syusuke," he said.
"Ah, Fuji Syusuke, it's a pleasure to meet you," Yukimura replied. He smiled. "I'm Yukimura Seiichi."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, also," Fuji said politely. He took the seat next to Yukimura's. This boy is interesting, Yukimura thought. His smile grew wider.
Did you like the first chapter? It's kind of like a prologue, but not really. I think, out of all the characters, besides Fuji, I feel the most comfortable writing Yukimura. Because he's a lot like Fuji! xD;; With the Keita and Keina thing, I had to go to a website to look up Japanese names, and in the boy's column, there was Keita. Which is an awesome name (w-inds forever! Keita Tachibana!), and on the girls side, there was Keina. Which was even better. xD;;
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