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about_rey, who made me another layout that is so cute I die every time I look at it. I hope this is okay!
This turned out longer than I thought it would. But it's still short. :P And someday, I'll be able to think of decent titles. On that day, I will rejoice.
Prince of Tennis
Tezuka/Fuji
In their last year of high school, the Seigaku regulars took a trip to the beach.
It wasn't the first time, of course, but it would probably be the last. Nationals was over, and Seigaku's strongest team, reunited after two years of less-capable players, had taken the competition again. As celebration they were at the beach together, enjoying a break from the constant, intense practice. Soon enough, the third-years would have to focus on their studies and college entrance examinations, so they were taking advantage of the down time while they could.
Considering the time of year, the weather was unseasonably warm, almost as if it were still the middle of summer. They were taking advantage of it, half the team had been in the water since they got there. Momo and Eiji had already started a waterfight that looked likely to break out into real war, considering how close to them Kaidoh was.
Fuji was avoiding the water for now, choosing instead to sit on one of the rocks and carefully change the film in his camera. He'd brought plenty along, which was good, because he'd already used up two rolls. Fuji wanted to have memories to keep with him once they'd all parted for good. If the pictures turned out well enough, he'd even make copies for the others - though Fuji had very exacting standards for his own work.
After he loaded the film, he watched the others for a few minutes before standing. Kicking off his sandals, Fuji headed through the sand down to the water, away from his teammates. He just walked, enjoying the feel of wet sand between his toes and soft waves lapping at his ankles. He'd go back eventually, of course, but at the moment Fuji wanted some peace.
It was a few minutes before Tezuka came to walk next to him on the sand, a pleasant surprise. Fuji hadn't expected company and probably wouldn't have accepted anyone else's, but Tezuka was quiet, and while his presence often made Fuji feel a bit off-balance, it wasn't an unwelcome feeling.
They walked in silence for some time. When their path was blocked by a large outcropping of sea-stained, barnacle-covered rocks, Fuji broke the silence. "Ah, looks like we can't go any further. Unless you want to climb over?"
Tezuka shook his head, serious as ever. "You have no shoes on. You'd cut your feet."
"Mmm, true enough." Fuji glanced down at his bare feet. "You'd better sit down, then."
Tezuka cocked an eyebrow at him, but sat on one of the rocks, leaning slightly against another, careful to avoid the sharp barnacles. After a moment's contemplation, Fuji lifted his camera and began shooting. Tezuka's expression didn't change a hair.
"So this was your plan all along. Get me alone and take pictures. I should have guessed."
"That's unfair, Tezuka, you were the one who followed me," Fuji said. "I just wanted to photograph something nice. Usually I make Eiji pose for me, but he's not here, after all."
"Eiji likes posing for pictures?" Tezuka asked, choosing to ignore Fuji's compliment.
"No more than any teenage boy, but that's why Eiji and I are friends. He can't say no to me." Fuji's smile was only slightly evil.
"That, and you cause trouble together."
"Oh no, Tezuka, you wound me. It's Momo and Eiji that cause the trouble, I have nothing to do with it."
"Don't think I don't know where half their ideas come from. The most successful and the most troublemaking half, at that." Tezuka smiled, slightly.
Fuji laughed, unable to keep from taking advantage of the moment and capturing a few shots of that rare smile. He knew Tezuka was much more than what he seemed. Too many people took the stoic buchou appearance as pure truth, and of course, it was to a certain extent. Fuji, however, had known him for years and was more perceptive than your average person. He knew that Tezuka had a very well-hidden sense of humor, and whatever mischief Fuji had managed to get up to over the years had happened partially because Tezuka allowed it. (Partially. Even Tezuka couldn't control the force of nature that Fuji was from time to time.)
"Besides," Tezuka continued. "Very few people can say no to you."
"Ah, that's right. Not even you can, sometimes."
"I can if I have a chance to. I don't believe you asked me if I wanted my picture taken."
"You'd have said no. Then I'd have no 'Summertime Tezuka' pictures to sell to all the magazines when you become a tennis star. What a terrible thought. But you could always get up and walk away, you know."
"I wouldn't want to ruin your clever moneymaking scheme." Tezuka was deadpan, once again, and he didn't move, lounging against the rocks in a very attractive pose. Fuji smiled, taking more pictures.
Eventually, Tezuka stood, apparently getting bored of posing for him. Fuji brought his camera down, smiling at his captain - Tezuka would always be his captain.
Tezuka walked to him, expression serious, and reached out. Stepping forward, Fuji raised his hand to brush Tezuka's cheek, and then they were kissing.
It wasn't a surprise, really. Half the high school tennis circuit knew they'd been dancing around each other since junior high, Fuji unwilling to be serious and Tezuka unwilling to settle for anything less. When one approached, the other would back away, neither of them willing to compromise. But it didn't matter so much anymore, to Fuji. He'd known since he met Tezuka Kunimitsu that he'd one day give in. He was only surprised that it had taken so long.
They separated after a time, Fuji smiling softly. He just gazed at Tezuka, for a long moment. Tezuka returned his look, eyes steady.
Finding what he was looking for, Fuji took a step back, still smiling. "You know, they're probably missing us right now. 'Where did buchou go?', they'll wonder, and assume I've kidnapped you for nefarious purposes."
"Didn't you?" Tezuka's faint smile made another appearance, and Fuji knew that he hadn't made a mistake. "Yes. You're right. We should head back."
They both turned in the direction of their abandoned teammates, walking in silence, until Fuji broke it once more.
"Hey, Tezuka, let's run away together."
"Hmm. All right."
Laughing quietly, Fuji took Tezuka's hand, and they continued down the beach.
about_rey, who made me another layout that is so cute I die every time I look at it. I hope this is okay!This turned out longer than I thought it would. But it's still short. :P And someday, I'll be able to think of decent titles. On that day, I will rejoice.
Prince of Tennis
Tezuka/Fuji
In their last year of high school, the Seigaku regulars took a trip to the beach.
It wasn't the first time, of course, but it would probably be the last. Nationals was over, and Seigaku's strongest team, reunited after two years of less-capable players, had taken the competition again. As celebration they were at the beach together, enjoying a break from the constant, intense practice. Soon enough, the third-years would have to focus on their studies and college entrance examinations, so they were taking advantage of the down time while they could.
Considering the time of year, the weather was unseasonably warm, almost as if it were still the middle of summer. They were taking advantage of it, half the team had been in the water since they got there. Momo and Eiji had already started a waterfight that looked likely to break out into real war, considering how close to them Kaidoh was.
Fuji was avoiding the water for now, choosing instead to sit on one of the rocks and carefully change the film in his camera. He'd brought plenty along, which was good, because he'd already used up two rolls. Fuji wanted to have memories to keep with him once they'd all parted for good. If the pictures turned out well enough, he'd even make copies for the others - though Fuji had very exacting standards for his own work.
After he loaded the film, he watched the others for a few minutes before standing. Kicking off his sandals, Fuji headed through the sand down to the water, away from his teammates. He just walked, enjoying the feel of wet sand between his toes and soft waves lapping at his ankles. He'd go back eventually, of course, but at the moment Fuji wanted some peace.
It was a few minutes before Tezuka came to walk next to him on the sand, a pleasant surprise. Fuji hadn't expected company and probably wouldn't have accepted anyone else's, but Tezuka was quiet, and while his presence often made Fuji feel a bit off-balance, it wasn't an unwelcome feeling.
They walked in silence for some time. When their path was blocked by a large outcropping of sea-stained, barnacle-covered rocks, Fuji broke the silence. "Ah, looks like we can't go any further. Unless you want to climb over?"
Tezuka shook his head, serious as ever. "You have no shoes on. You'd cut your feet."
"Mmm, true enough." Fuji glanced down at his bare feet. "You'd better sit down, then."
Tezuka cocked an eyebrow at him, but sat on one of the rocks, leaning slightly against another, careful to avoid the sharp barnacles. After a moment's contemplation, Fuji lifted his camera and began shooting. Tezuka's expression didn't change a hair.
"So this was your plan all along. Get me alone and take pictures. I should have guessed."
"That's unfair, Tezuka, you were the one who followed me," Fuji said. "I just wanted to photograph something nice. Usually I make Eiji pose for me, but he's not here, after all."
"Eiji likes posing for pictures?" Tezuka asked, choosing to ignore Fuji's compliment.
"No more than any teenage boy, but that's why Eiji and I are friends. He can't say no to me." Fuji's smile was only slightly evil.
"That, and you cause trouble together."
"Oh no, Tezuka, you wound me. It's Momo and Eiji that cause the trouble, I have nothing to do with it."
"Don't think I don't know where half their ideas come from. The most successful and the most troublemaking half, at that." Tezuka smiled, slightly.
Fuji laughed, unable to keep from taking advantage of the moment and capturing a few shots of that rare smile. He knew Tezuka was much more than what he seemed. Too many people took the stoic buchou appearance as pure truth, and of course, it was to a certain extent. Fuji, however, had known him for years and was more perceptive than your average person. He knew that Tezuka had a very well-hidden sense of humor, and whatever mischief Fuji had managed to get up to over the years had happened partially because Tezuka allowed it. (Partially. Even Tezuka couldn't control the force of nature that Fuji was from time to time.)
"Besides," Tezuka continued. "Very few people can say no to you."
"Ah, that's right. Not even you can, sometimes."
"I can if I have a chance to. I don't believe you asked me if I wanted my picture taken."
"You'd have said no. Then I'd have no 'Summertime Tezuka' pictures to sell to all the magazines when you become a tennis star. What a terrible thought. But you could always get up and walk away, you know."
"I wouldn't want to ruin your clever moneymaking scheme." Tezuka was deadpan, once again, and he didn't move, lounging against the rocks in a very attractive pose. Fuji smiled, taking more pictures.
Eventually, Tezuka stood, apparently getting bored of posing for him. Fuji brought his camera down, smiling at his captain - Tezuka would always be his captain.
Tezuka walked to him, expression serious, and reached out. Stepping forward, Fuji raised his hand to brush Tezuka's cheek, and then they were kissing.
It wasn't a surprise, really. Half the high school tennis circuit knew they'd been dancing around each other since junior high, Fuji unwilling to be serious and Tezuka unwilling to settle for anything less. When one approached, the other would back away, neither of them willing to compromise. But it didn't matter so much anymore, to Fuji. He'd known since he met Tezuka Kunimitsu that he'd one day give in. He was only surprised that it had taken so long.
They separated after a time, Fuji smiling softly. He just gazed at Tezuka, for a long moment. Tezuka returned his look, eyes steady.
Finding what he was looking for, Fuji took a step back, still smiling. "You know, they're probably missing us right now. 'Where did buchou go?', they'll wonder, and assume I've kidnapped you for nefarious purposes."
"Didn't you?" Tezuka's faint smile made another appearance, and Fuji knew that he hadn't made a mistake. "Yes. You're right. We should head back."
They both turned in the direction of their abandoned teammates, walking in silence, until Fuji broke it once more.
"Hey, Tezuka, let's run away together."
"Hmm. All right."
Laughing quietly, Fuji took Tezuka's hand, and they continued down the beach.
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Date: 2006-07-11 01:30 pm (UTC)