title: a Good Curse
fandom: Prince of Tennis
characters/pairings: Tezuka/Fuji
rating: Teen
warnings: groping, ghosts
summary: Fuji has an interesting idea of where to take Tezuka for a date
notes: for sarolynne, for this request on fic on demand, tho probably a bit more humorous than the challenge intended, heh.

Of course they couldn't bring a flashlight. Naturally. So, naturally, they had to hold hands to keep from walking into each other. The moon was full, but that didn't lend much light inside the abandoned house. In hushed tones, Fuji outlined a story of sex, betrayal, bloodshed, hatred, and death. Four girls had committed suicide in this house in six months. They were two sisters, a cousin, and their friend. Afterward, the house was cursed, and anyone who spent the night there was doomed to die in six months.

If Fuji even partially believed that story, there was no way he'd actually want to stay here. In fact, if Fuji's sister even believed it a little bit, there was no way she'd let him come here, and he always told her where he was going.

Tezuka, therefore, had very little reason for concern save possible structural integrity issues, and the very goodly chance of rats.

"This is the room where the first girl killed herself," Fuji nodded, and Tezuka couldn't help but doubt that any story, or even newspaper article on the incident, would include blueprints.

Still. Fuji's fingers were interlaced with his, and the dusty, forbidden atmosphere of the place was... exhilarating. Fuji would turn to look at him, smiling while biting the corner of his lip, his eyes dancing. Tezuka liked to see Fuji so animated, so he wasn't going to complain.

They took a step forward on a groaning floorboard, and at that moment, the streetlight right outside the window flickered out. Even the moonlight was shadowed behind a cloud, so it was perfectly dark.

Fuji yelped in a particularly artificial manner, and turned to fling himself at Tezuka. "Oh, no, the curse! They found us!"

"Fuji," Tezuka replied calmly. "You know as well as I do that there are no such things as ghosts. Also, I don't believe that if you were scared, you're aim would be that good. I'm not complaining about where your hand is, mind, but if you want to get anywhere, I think you need to relax your grip a bit."

"Oooh, Tezuka, I'm scared," Fuji purred, moving his hand to caress Tezuka's groin.

Tezuka smirked, and shook his head. "Shall I comfort you, then?" He put his hands in Fuji's hair, and titled Fuji's head back to kiss him.

The invisible girl floating in the corner could no longer contain herself. "OH MY GOD, GIRLS! QUICK! THESE BOYS ARE SO HOT, AND I THINK THEY'RE GOING TO DO IT!!!"

Tezuka and Fuji both stared at each other for a second before they beat feet out of there.

Fuji stopped running when they got to the park. He was laughing too hard to move another inch. He rolled to the ground, and looked up at Tezuka. "So, do we still not believe in ghosts or what?"

Tezuka wasn't sure if he should chuckle or not, but it was definitely the easier reaction. "Perhaps we should leave room for error."

Curling to his side, Fuji looked up at Tezuka with purposefully dewy eyes. "Tezuka, I'm scared. What if we are cursed now?"

Tezuka got to his knees slowly, first looking around to be sure they were alone... really alone. He brushed his fingers over Fuji's hair, pushing it out of his face. "Well. We didn't technically stay the night. Unless the curse is cumulative. We'd have to figure out how long we were in there to know how much time we have left."

"We could ask Inui," Fuji teased.

Tezuka leaned down. "Or we could just make the most of the time we have left."

"Oh my god, you're so hot, do me!" Fuji reached up for Tezuka, only half-kidding.

Tezuka decided that it was all right if they were technically in public. After all, they were cursed.