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asaelI don't know if this is any good... I completely cannot judge the quality of my own writing. It's fun. Anyway, this is for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
about_rey, cause she made me this lovely layout. Hopefully this is okay! If not, um... I'm sorry? ^^;; I wrote half of a similar fic, but then decided to rewrite it because, uh, I thought Tezuka deserved to be the one who got dumped for once. >.> What can I say, I kick Fuji around plenty as it is.
Prince of Tennis
Tezuka/Fuji-ish
Request: Inspired by Chicane's No Ordinary Morning. Lyrics linked because I didn't really use them in the fic itself. ^^;;
Fuji still smiled at him, the same way he always had before. That smile, the one that said absolutely nothing. Tezuka knew by now that it didn't even mean happiness. It was only a placeholder, a mask for whatever it is Fuji was truly thinking.
Once, he'd been able to see through that. He'd known the true feelings behind whatever barrier Fuji threw up, and he'd felt special because of it. There weren't many who knew Fuji Syusuke that well. But it had only been because Fuji had let him so close.
Things had changed between them, somehow. Tezuka didn't know how it had happened, exactly, though he'd tried to puzzle it out. It was as if one day Fuji just decided he'd gotten too closer, closer than he'd meant to let anyone, and so he'd chosen to turn his back on Tezuka with no explanation.
At least, that's what Tezuka thought had happened. He'd tried to talk to Fuji once, but he just wasn't very good with words, while Fuji was far too good at twisting them to suit his purposes. He'd left the conversation with no answers, only Fuji's smile and the sound of quiet, almost mocking laughter ringing in his ears.
Since then, Tezuka had kept their encounters strictly businesslike. School, tennis, mutual friends. If that was what Fuji wanted, all he could do was give it to him, although it didn't sit well with Tezuka at all. He wanted to shake Fuji until the slim boy gave him the answers he wanted, or took it all back and let Tezuka see past that ridiculous mask.
Tezuka was nothing if not restrained, though. He wouldn't shake Fuji, or yell at him, or push him up against the wall and kiss him until the normally calm and collected genius melted into his arms. Like he used to.
Tezuka would not do those things, but he found himself dreaming of them. And other things that made him blush when he remembered them the next morning. He told himself that this was to be expected. He and Fuji had... done things. Before. And now they weren't. So it was just hormones, working themselves out the only way they really could.
He missed Fuji, and he knew it. Tezuka couldn't tell himself otherwise. He missed the closeness they had once had, and it bothered him even more that he didn't know why it had ended. He still watched Fuji without even thinking about it. He picked out Fuji's voice from a tangle of others without trying, without really wanting to try.
That was the only reason he heard it. He was certain Fuji didn't know he was there. (Almost certain. With Fuji, one could never be entirely certain, Tezuka had learned.) He didn't know who Fuji was talking to, but he heard the other boy's words clearly.
"No, there's no one special." Fuji said it lightly, as he said most things. "I promise you, those rumors about Tezuka and I are only that. Rumors." And then he laughed, as if it were something that could be pushed away so easily.
Tezuka couldn't name the feeling welling up in his chest at that moment. He turned and walked the other way, wanting to escape the sound of Fuji's voice. He knew that he had lost something. He thought he should have realized that before, but there had always been that spark of hope and possibility. Now it was gone, and Tezuka still didn't know why.
about_rey, cause she made me this lovely layout. Hopefully this is okay! If not, um... I'm sorry? ^^;; I wrote half of a similar fic, but then decided to rewrite it because, uh, I thought Tezuka deserved to be the one who got dumped for once. >.> What can I say, I kick Fuji around plenty as it is.Prince of Tennis
Tezuka/Fuji-ish
Request: Inspired by Chicane's No Ordinary Morning. Lyrics linked because I didn't really use them in the fic itself. ^^;;
Fuji still smiled at him, the same way he always had before. That smile, the one that said absolutely nothing. Tezuka knew by now that it didn't even mean happiness. It was only a placeholder, a mask for whatever it is Fuji was truly thinking.
Once, he'd been able to see through that. He'd known the true feelings behind whatever barrier Fuji threw up, and he'd felt special because of it. There weren't many who knew Fuji Syusuke that well. But it had only been because Fuji had let him so close.
Things had changed between them, somehow. Tezuka didn't know how it had happened, exactly, though he'd tried to puzzle it out. It was as if one day Fuji just decided he'd gotten too closer, closer than he'd meant to let anyone, and so he'd chosen to turn his back on Tezuka with no explanation.
At least, that's what Tezuka thought had happened. He'd tried to talk to Fuji once, but he just wasn't very good with words, while Fuji was far too good at twisting them to suit his purposes. He'd left the conversation with no answers, only Fuji's smile and the sound of quiet, almost mocking laughter ringing in his ears.
Since then, Tezuka had kept their encounters strictly businesslike. School, tennis, mutual friends. If that was what Fuji wanted, all he could do was give it to him, although it didn't sit well with Tezuka at all. He wanted to shake Fuji until the slim boy gave him the answers he wanted, or took it all back and let Tezuka see past that ridiculous mask.
Tezuka was nothing if not restrained, though. He wouldn't shake Fuji, or yell at him, or push him up against the wall and kiss him until the normally calm and collected genius melted into his arms. Like he used to.
Tezuka would not do those things, but he found himself dreaming of them. And other things that made him blush when he remembered them the next morning. He told himself that this was to be expected. He and Fuji had... done things. Before. And now they weren't. So it was just hormones, working themselves out the only way they really could.
He missed Fuji, and he knew it. Tezuka couldn't tell himself otherwise. He missed the closeness they had once had, and it bothered him even more that he didn't know why it had ended. He still watched Fuji without even thinking about it. He picked out Fuji's voice from a tangle of others without trying, without really wanting to try.
That was the only reason he heard it. He was certain Fuji didn't know he was there. (Almost certain. With Fuji, one could never be entirely certain, Tezuka had learned.) He didn't know who Fuji was talking to, but he heard the other boy's words clearly.
"No, there's no one special." Fuji said it lightly, as he said most things. "I promise you, those rumors about Tezuka and I are only that. Rumors." And then he laughed, as if it were something that could be pushed away so easily.
Tezuka couldn't name the feeling welling up in his chest at that moment. He turned and walked the other way, wanting to escape the sound of Fuji's voice. He knew that he had lost something. He thought he should have realized that before, but there had always been that spark of hope and possibility. Now it was gone, and Tezuka still didn't know why.
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Date: 2006-06-17 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-18 12:57 am (UTC)And thank you. ^_^