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asaelI can't write anymore, it's very sad. I don't know what's wrong with me. This took much too long, and I'm still not happy with it. Oh well! I hope it's enjoyable anyway. ^_^;;
Prince of Tennis
Gen-ish, somewhat Tezuka/Fuji
For Aggy's prompt: "waiting shed, rain and lightning". ♥♥♥
When Fuji had bad days, he tended to take them out on the people around him. Not maliciously, but in little ways. He didn't do his homework and only smiled at the teacher when it was requested. When Eiji was called on in class, he didn't whisper the answer, leaving his friend to stammer and pretend he'd been paying attention. At lunchtime, he left the classroom and took compromising photos of the swim team, instead of eating.
He considered skipping practice, but knew he'd only regret it the next day, when Tezuka demanded an explanation that Fuji wouldn't give. So instead he went, and smiled, and amused himself by riling Kaidoh and Momoshiro up, nearly starting a fight before Tezuka intervened. Tezuka looked at Fuji as if he knew whose fault it was, despite the fact that Fuji was standing some way away and had only spoken to them for a few minutes. But there was no evidence, so Fuji did no laps. He was assigned practice matches against some second-years and crushed them easily.
After practice, Fuji avoided his friends and his teammates and walked home alone. Summer was nearly gone, and fall well on its way, but the day was warm and heavy. It would storm later, he thought. Maybe soon. Fuji loved storms, particularly when he was in a mood like this.
He decided not to go home quite yet, walking past the turnoff for his house and continuing on to a nearby park. It was a little too crowded, since the day was still warm and the impending storm hadn't broken yet, so he moved on, continuing to walk, lost in his thoughts.
Fuji stopped eventually, finding himself on an empty street. His eye had been caught by the play of light across half-budded autumn flowers in someone's garden, and he took out his camera and began taking pictures of it, trying to capture the moment.
Caught up in his photography, Fuji failed to notice the raindrops that had begun to fall slowly around him. It took a rumble of thunder to snap him out of his trance and look up at the sky. He blinked, and realized that the storm was about to break, he'd left his jacket in the clubroom, and if he didn't want his camera to possibly be ruined, he needed to find shelter. (There was also his bag, books, and homework to think about, but Fuji didn't really care if those got soaked. He would hand in the homework rain-warped and ink blurred, if he handed it in at all.)
A moment's thought, and he remembered that there had been a covered area some way back. If he ran, he might be able to make it before it really started to pour.
Fuji tucked his camera into his bag to shelter it as much as possible, secured the bag on his shoulder, and ran. It was further than he thought. He was about a block away when the skies finally opened up. The rain pelted down and Fuji ran faster.
Though it was only a few seconds, by the time he reached the shelter Fuji was soaked. Luckily, his bag was sturdy, and he thought the things inside were probably fine - a bit damp, if anything. Fuji didn't mind being wet.
It was pouring now, the water coming down in deluges that made the thought of walking home very unpleasant. He'd have to wait out the rain, or call his sister and hope she was willing to pick him up. He only had a moment to debate with himself before a voice interrupted him.
"Fuji."
Turning a bit, Fuji managed to suppress his start. He'd been just a little too distracted to notice that he wasn't alone, but really, he should have noticed Tezuka, of all people. Perhaps he was going insane.
Tezuka." Fuji smiled instinctively, but in truth, he was very surprised to see Tezuka there.
Thinking about it now, he realized he was rather close to Tezuka's home. He wondered if he'd done that subconsciously. Fuji had always considered Tezuka 'safe', a bit of stability in his otherwise rather unstable life. Maybe he'd been hoping to run into the other boy. But that was just silly. Tezuka was certainly stable, but Fuji wasn't one to depend on others, even subconsciously.
"What a coincidence, running into you here. But Tezuka, your house isn't very far, you probably wouldn't get too wet if you ran."
Tezuka straightened, standing from the bench he had been seated on, and looked Fuji over. "I saw you coming, so I stayed. And apparently I would get very wet."
Fuji glanced down at himself and had to admit that was true. It was raining hard, a real storm, and even the short distance to Tezuka's house would probably soak him. "Well, it looks like we're both stuck here until the storm lets up. Unless you want me to call Yumiko, she would probably be willing to drop you off at home." Fuji wiped some of the raindrops off his pants and took the bench Tezuka had just vacated, setting his bag down next to him.
"That's not necessary. The rain shouldn't last long. By the time she got here, the storm would be over." Tezuka didn't seem to mind having his seat stolen, only glancing at Fuji before turning to watch the rain again.
"I won't call, then," Fuji said, looking at Tezuka's back.
There was silence for awhile, Tezuka watching the rain and Fuji watching Tezuka. He wondered if his captain would ask him what he'd been doing there, some way from his own home. Perhaps Fuji would tell him that he'd been looking for a lost cat, or meeting an old friend. Helping a pregnant woman to the hospital, he thought, smiling silently. Or maybe Fuji would tell the truth, that there was really no reason.
There was another roll of thunder before Tezuka spoke again, but he didn't ask what Fuji thought he would. "What's wrong?"
Fuji controlled his smile, brightening it just a bit. "What do you mean, Tezuka?"
Tezuka turned to look at him, steady gaze settling on Fuji's brilliant smile. "You've been in a mood all day. You tried to start a fight, you walked home alone instead of with Eiji or Kawamura. You played better than usual against those second-years. Why?"
"You pay too much attention." Fuji's voice was amused, but inside he wondered why Tezuka cared, and more importantly, whether he needed to vary his actions. Obviously he was getting a little too predictable, if Tezuka had known he was upset instead of just assuming that Fuji had been feeling extra sadistic today.
He considered lying, but it seemed nearly pointless. The fact that Tezuka had asked at all made Fuji want to answer. He tried not to think about that too deeply.
"My father came home last night," Fuji said after a brief silence. "We don't get along terribly well."
Tezuka's eyes were on him still. Fuji looked away, out at the falling rain. After a moment, his captain came to sit next to him, picking up Fuji's bag and holding it on his lap with his own instead of laying it on the ground. He said nothing, but Fuji found it oddly comforting nonetheless.
"I don't think I'm quite what he wants in a son." Fuji smiled, nearly tasting the bitterness. "But that's fair, isn't it? He's not quite what I want in a father." He knew, though, he couldn't stay upset. It would accomplish nothing. Soon enough, his father would be gone, and although they had their differences, Fuji knew that he would still miss him.
There was another roll of thunder, and Fuji thought that maybe he should have made a more dramatic pronouncement. There was still time to plot a murder or confess a dark secret. The weather was perfect. It was cheering him up, or maybe that was Tezuka's quiet acceptance of whatever Fuji said.
"Ah, and he locks me in the closet when I annoy him." Fuji's smile turned more sincere and he glanced at Tezuka from the corner of his eye. Just airing the source of his mood had helped, and with Tezuka he knew he wouldn't have to face any unnecessary follow-up questions. Eiji did that, and Eiji was a good friend, but when Fuji was truly upset he didn't want to have to explain all the little reasons why.
Tezuka was perfectly straight-faced. "I should try that next time."
"You'll lock me in the equipment closet?" Fuji leaned over a bit, pressing his wet shoulder to Tezuka's.
"Hmm. No, too dangerous. You'd probably find a way to lock me in there instead." Tezuka stood, holding Fuji's bag and his own, and turned to face Fuji. "The rain's lighter. I have an umbrella, we should be fine."
Fuji blinked up at him, still smiling, feeling much lighter himself. "Why didn't you say so? We could've gone long ago, instead of sitting here."
"You're going to come to my house until your clothes are dry. My mother would be worried if she saw you looking so upset," Tezuka said, taking the umbrella out and waiting for him to stand.
Fuji was nearly certain he hadn't looked upset, but it was pointless to argue with Tezuka (which was why he enjoyed doing it from time to time), so he simply stood instead.
"You don't mind if I drip all over your house, then?" Fuji took the umbrella from him, leaving Tezuka with both their bags.
Tezuka looked at him, and Fuji could have sworn he saw a bit of a smile. "Stay for dinner, if you can."
Fuji thought that sounded nice, but he said nothing. It really wouldn't do to let Tezuka know how much Fuji wanted to stay near him at the moment. Maybe later. Instead, he just laughed and went out into the rain with Tezuka, umbrella sheltering them both as they walked.
The sound of the rain was soothing. Fuji didn't need to talk anymore, and he would go home that night with a true smile.
Prince of Tennis
Gen-ish, somewhat Tezuka/Fuji
For Aggy's prompt: "waiting shed, rain and lightning". ♥♥♥
When Fuji had bad days, he tended to take them out on the people around him. Not maliciously, but in little ways. He didn't do his homework and only smiled at the teacher when it was requested. When Eiji was called on in class, he didn't whisper the answer, leaving his friend to stammer and pretend he'd been paying attention. At lunchtime, he left the classroom and took compromising photos of the swim team, instead of eating.
He considered skipping practice, but knew he'd only regret it the next day, when Tezuka demanded an explanation that Fuji wouldn't give. So instead he went, and smiled, and amused himself by riling Kaidoh and Momoshiro up, nearly starting a fight before Tezuka intervened. Tezuka looked at Fuji as if he knew whose fault it was, despite the fact that Fuji was standing some way away and had only spoken to them for a few minutes. But there was no evidence, so Fuji did no laps. He was assigned practice matches against some second-years and crushed them easily.
After practice, Fuji avoided his friends and his teammates and walked home alone. Summer was nearly gone, and fall well on its way, but the day was warm and heavy. It would storm later, he thought. Maybe soon. Fuji loved storms, particularly when he was in a mood like this.
He decided not to go home quite yet, walking past the turnoff for his house and continuing on to a nearby park. It was a little too crowded, since the day was still warm and the impending storm hadn't broken yet, so he moved on, continuing to walk, lost in his thoughts.
Fuji stopped eventually, finding himself on an empty street. His eye had been caught by the play of light across half-budded autumn flowers in someone's garden, and he took out his camera and began taking pictures of it, trying to capture the moment.
Caught up in his photography, Fuji failed to notice the raindrops that had begun to fall slowly around him. It took a rumble of thunder to snap him out of his trance and look up at the sky. He blinked, and realized that the storm was about to break, he'd left his jacket in the clubroom, and if he didn't want his camera to possibly be ruined, he needed to find shelter. (There was also his bag, books, and homework to think about, but Fuji didn't really care if those got soaked. He would hand in the homework rain-warped and ink blurred, if he handed it in at all.)
A moment's thought, and he remembered that there had been a covered area some way back. If he ran, he might be able to make it before it really started to pour.
Fuji tucked his camera into his bag to shelter it as much as possible, secured the bag on his shoulder, and ran. It was further than he thought. He was about a block away when the skies finally opened up. The rain pelted down and Fuji ran faster.
Though it was only a few seconds, by the time he reached the shelter Fuji was soaked. Luckily, his bag was sturdy, and he thought the things inside were probably fine - a bit damp, if anything. Fuji didn't mind being wet.
It was pouring now, the water coming down in deluges that made the thought of walking home very unpleasant. He'd have to wait out the rain, or call his sister and hope she was willing to pick him up. He only had a moment to debate with himself before a voice interrupted him.
"Fuji."
Turning a bit, Fuji managed to suppress his start. He'd been just a little too distracted to notice that he wasn't alone, but really, he should have noticed Tezuka, of all people. Perhaps he was going insane.
Tezuka." Fuji smiled instinctively, but in truth, he was very surprised to see Tezuka there.
Thinking about it now, he realized he was rather close to Tezuka's home. He wondered if he'd done that subconsciously. Fuji had always considered Tezuka 'safe', a bit of stability in his otherwise rather unstable life. Maybe he'd been hoping to run into the other boy. But that was just silly. Tezuka was certainly stable, but Fuji wasn't one to depend on others, even subconsciously.
"What a coincidence, running into you here. But Tezuka, your house isn't very far, you probably wouldn't get too wet if you ran."
Tezuka straightened, standing from the bench he had been seated on, and looked Fuji over. "I saw you coming, so I stayed. And apparently I would get very wet."
Fuji glanced down at himself and had to admit that was true. It was raining hard, a real storm, and even the short distance to Tezuka's house would probably soak him. "Well, it looks like we're both stuck here until the storm lets up. Unless you want me to call Yumiko, she would probably be willing to drop you off at home." Fuji wiped some of the raindrops off his pants and took the bench Tezuka had just vacated, setting his bag down next to him.
"That's not necessary. The rain shouldn't last long. By the time she got here, the storm would be over." Tezuka didn't seem to mind having his seat stolen, only glancing at Fuji before turning to watch the rain again.
"I won't call, then," Fuji said, looking at Tezuka's back.
There was silence for awhile, Tezuka watching the rain and Fuji watching Tezuka. He wondered if his captain would ask him what he'd been doing there, some way from his own home. Perhaps Fuji would tell him that he'd been looking for a lost cat, or meeting an old friend. Helping a pregnant woman to the hospital, he thought, smiling silently. Or maybe Fuji would tell the truth, that there was really no reason.
There was another roll of thunder before Tezuka spoke again, but he didn't ask what Fuji thought he would. "What's wrong?"
Fuji controlled his smile, brightening it just a bit. "What do you mean, Tezuka?"
Tezuka turned to look at him, steady gaze settling on Fuji's brilliant smile. "You've been in a mood all day. You tried to start a fight, you walked home alone instead of with Eiji or Kawamura. You played better than usual against those second-years. Why?"
"You pay too much attention." Fuji's voice was amused, but inside he wondered why Tezuka cared, and more importantly, whether he needed to vary his actions. Obviously he was getting a little too predictable, if Tezuka had known he was upset instead of just assuming that Fuji had been feeling extra sadistic today.
He considered lying, but it seemed nearly pointless. The fact that Tezuka had asked at all made Fuji want to answer. He tried not to think about that too deeply.
"My father came home last night," Fuji said after a brief silence. "We don't get along terribly well."
Tezuka's eyes were on him still. Fuji looked away, out at the falling rain. After a moment, his captain came to sit next to him, picking up Fuji's bag and holding it on his lap with his own instead of laying it on the ground. He said nothing, but Fuji found it oddly comforting nonetheless.
"I don't think I'm quite what he wants in a son." Fuji smiled, nearly tasting the bitterness. "But that's fair, isn't it? He's not quite what I want in a father." He knew, though, he couldn't stay upset. It would accomplish nothing. Soon enough, his father would be gone, and although they had their differences, Fuji knew that he would still miss him.
There was another roll of thunder, and Fuji thought that maybe he should have made a more dramatic pronouncement. There was still time to plot a murder or confess a dark secret. The weather was perfect. It was cheering him up, or maybe that was Tezuka's quiet acceptance of whatever Fuji said.
"Ah, and he locks me in the closet when I annoy him." Fuji's smile turned more sincere and he glanced at Tezuka from the corner of his eye. Just airing the source of his mood had helped, and with Tezuka he knew he wouldn't have to face any unnecessary follow-up questions. Eiji did that, and Eiji was a good friend, but when Fuji was truly upset he didn't want to have to explain all the little reasons why.
Tezuka was perfectly straight-faced. "I should try that next time."
"You'll lock me in the equipment closet?" Fuji leaned over a bit, pressing his wet shoulder to Tezuka's.
"Hmm. No, too dangerous. You'd probably find a way to lock me in there instead." Tezuka stood, holding Fuji's bag and his own, and turned to face Fuji. "The rain's lighter. I have an umbrella, we should be fine."
Fuji blinked up at him, still smiling, feeling much lighter himself. "Why didn't you say so? We could've gone long ago, instead of sitting here."
"You're going to come to my house until your clothes are dry. My mother would be worried if she saw you looking so upset," Tezuka said, taking the umbrella out and waiting for him to stand.
Fuji was nearly certain he hadn't looked upset, but it was pointless to argue with Tezuka (which was why he enjoyed doing it from time to time), so he simply stood instead.
"You don't mind if I drip all over your house, then?" Fuji took the umbrella from him, leaving Tezuka with both their bags.
Tezuka looked at him, and Fuji could have sworn he saw a bit of a smile. "Stay for dinner, if you can."
Fuji thought that sounded nice, but he said nothing. It really wouldn't do to let Tezuka know how much Fuji wanted to stay near him at the moment. Maybe later. Instead, he just laughed and went out into the rain with Tezuka, umbrella sheltering them both as they walked.
The sound of the rain was soothing. Fuji didn't need to talk anymore, and he would go home that night with a true smile.
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Date: 2006-10-02 07:49 am (UTC)I liked this fic, and I hope you'll stop beating yourself up over your writing!!! >_
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Date: 2006-10-02 07:55 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it! I think I'm more critical of the pieces that take longer to write, and this one took me almost a month o.O
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Date: 2006-10-02 07:49 am (UTC)*_* Thank you for writing this it really made me happy ♥ even if I don't deserve it for being evil as a writer!
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Date: 2006-10-02 07:56 am (UTC)I'm really really happy you liked it. :D ♥♥ And you deserve it no matter how evil you are sometimes. :P
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Date: 2006-10-02 08:09 am (UTC)i love it ♥~! and does this mean im forgiven for making an innocent jump off a building? XD and you know what's wrong with you and your writing? --- absolutely nothing :)
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Date: 2006-10-02 08:23 am (UTC)Yay! Then it was definitely worth writing. ♥ You're forgiven, this time. XD Thank you~ hearing things like that from you always makes me smile.
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Date: 2006-10-02 02:11 pm (UTC)definitely and thank you for remembering the prompt ♥ and i wrote happy fic ;_; it is here and everyone lives! Smile?XD hmhmhm I win again XD!
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Date: 2006-10-02 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-03 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-02 04:22 pm (UTC)But Fuji having his bad days isn't good, really!
Fuji starting a fight?? I couldn't imagine it! *____*
Loved it, thanks for sharing! ^^
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Date: 2006-10-03 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-02 08:29 pm (UTC)great fic, it's was so nice and calm♥
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Date: 2006-10-03 03:12 am (UTC)Thanks for reading. ^_^
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Date: 2006-10-02 08:29 pm (UTC)Beautiful imagery. I should probably throw in some constructive criticism and write a detailed paragraph, but I feel like doubling over with joy after reading this.
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Date: 2006-10-03 03:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-02 09:26 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing this with us!!
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Date: 2006-10-03 03:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-04 02:31 am (UTC)But it was a very lovely story. Lovely, looovely read. ^__^
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Date: 2006-10-14 04:51 am (UTC)