Title: Unusual Friends
Fandom: Prince of Tennis: Fudomine Chuugaku
Characters: Kamio Akira, Fuji Yuuta
Prompt: 081 - How?
Word Count: 695
Date finished: 05/22/2007
Rating: G
Summary: Akira gets help with his math homework.
Author's Notes: Yes, yet another Crack Generator result. "Kamio Akira/Fuji Yuuta - mathematics". I mean, really.
Disclaimer: Characters are owned by Konomi Takeshi, and whoever did the anime. At any rate, it's not me.

Kamio Akira knew he wasn't going to get his math homework done as long as he was at the street courts. It was much too interesting to watch the matches going on.

Still, he knew he had to get it done, and his mother had only allowed him to come because he promised he'd get it done.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Akira looked up at the boy who stood next to him. "You're doing homework?" he asked.

"Trying," Akira told him. "It's not working so well, but I promised my mom I'd get it done if she'd let me come."

Fuji Yuuta sat down next to him. "Really?"

"Yeah. But it's hard to concentrate." It might be easier with the other player next to him; heaven knows, having someone sit and talk to him was nothing new, and might actually help him think.

"So, go somewhere else," Yuuta suggested.

"I'm supposed to play pretty soon, here," Akira countered, already deep into the next problem. "I don't want to have to get in line again for it."

"Good point," Yuuta said, and leaned back. "These guys are really bad."

"A lot of them are," Akira agreed absently, nibbling on the end of his pencil. "But then, when I started coming here, I sucked, too. But it was the only place we could play without getting hurt."

"Really." He didn't sound so interested.

"Yeah. You're kind of far from your school, aren't you?" Akira asked after a moment of silence.

"Home for the weekend. I'm supposed to meet Syusuke here this afternoon; he had somewhere to be this morning."

"Ah. He's a good guy, your brother."

Yuuta was quiet for a long time. "Yeah, so people keep telling me."

Akira chuckled and looked up for the first time. "You don't know?"

Yuuta rolled his eyes. "It's different when you're related," he said.

"Oh." Akira had never considered that, but then An said that often, too. "I'm just glad I didn't face him. It would not have been pretty."

"Why?"

"Don't like to lose that badly," Akira admitted frankly. "I saw what he can do - and only part of it, I'm sure. He played Tetsu and Masaya to a standstill, even before Kawamura injured himself."

There was a long pause. "He lost that match."

"Only because Kawamura couldn't play any more." Amazing - it did help him concentrate. He'd gotten more done while holding this conversation than he had the thirty minutes before. "If he hadn't tried to return the Hadokyuu, Shinji never would have been able to play Echizen. We'd have lost before then." He suddenly laughed. "Shinji wouldn't have as much to complain about, either," he added. "Which is a shame, because he likes to complain about Echizen."

Yuuta chuckled. "Most people I know like to complain about Echizen," he said. "That was one of the hardest games I've ever played. Mizuki-san hasn't stopped complaining about it yet."

Akira grinned at him. "I thought he played your brother."

"He did. He didn't expect me to lose, though - or for a lot of things to happen."

"It can be a shock, I'm sure," Akira said, not really certain what he meant; they didn't have anyone like that on their team. He found he was probably very glad.

"He's seriously thinking about starting over, too," Yuuta added, and Akira nodded.

"Tachibana-san usually has very good ideas," he said absently. "When someone follows them, it usually turns out for the best." With a sigh of relief, he shut the book. "There. Done."

Yuuta stared at him. "Done? How?"

"Yeah. Done. I didn't have much to get done, and it's easier to concentrate when someone's talking to me. I'm going to be in trouble when Shinji and I finally part ways." He grinned, then glanced at the courts. "Looks like it's free. Want to play a game?"

Still looking confused, Yuuta agreed, and Akira grabbed his own racquet. Yep, he was going to be in trouble when he no longer had Shinji mumbling in his ear while he did homework - but maybe, he'd find someone else to talk to while he did. And if not, well, he'd adapt.

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