[Drabble] Melody in the Sky
Title: MELODY IN THE SKY
Author: a1y-puff
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Tezuka, Fuji
Prompt: #18. Harp
Genre: AU/friendship-leaning-shippy?
Word Count: 572
Rating: PG
Summary: In the mist of having to take care of mankind’s well being, Tezuka found Fuji’s harp’s melody was enough to lessen his headache and ease his tiredness away.
Warnings: AU. Unbetaed, done in one sitting, might be a bit random
Disclaimer: PoT belongs to Konomi-sensei. Tezuka and Fuji own each other. Prompt belongs to 50scenes.
A/N: Written for white_ashes07. Ash, I remember getting notification for your approaching birthday but then I totally forgot about it, so please accept my apology and this little belated b’day drabble for you. I hope you'd like it ^^
Snagged the title from the song "Melody in the Sky" by Mai Kuraki coz I couldn't come up with any title at all, but this isn't a song fic. and all I can think about when seeing the prompt 'harp' is 'angel', so yeah...
~Melody in the Sky~
In a vast, beautiful landscape, a melodious sound of a harp floated throughout the open field, carried by the soft, warm breeze that gently blew the honey tresses of its player. The harpist sat on top of a small hill overlooking a field of colorful flowers, seemingly absorbed in the beauty of his surroundings, and the music created by those slender fingers of his own. A pair of white wings elegantly folded behind his back.
The melody slowly stopped as the angel sensed another presence near him, and he glanced up to see another angel descended from the blue sky. He smiled as his friend graciously landed on one foot, then he greeted, “Hello, Tezuka.”
“Fuji,” the other greeted back as he folded his wings and dropped himself next to the harpist.
“How was your visit to the mortal world?” Fuji attempted a conversation. A sigh escaped his companion’s lips, and he chuckled at that. “Must be tough being a god candidate,” Fuji lightly remarked.
“You were supposed to be one too,” Tezuka reminded him, his tone of voice told Fuji that the taller angel still hadn’t accepted his declining for the offer.
“Oh, come on,” Fuji let out a small laugh, “I won’t fit to be a god anyway, why even bother being a candidate?”
“You have the capacity of being one,” Tezuka persisted. Fuji could understand that Tezuka had always seen him as his greatest rival and thought that if he could do it, surely Fuji would also be able to do so.
Smiling, Fuji went, “I don’t particularly find humans adorable, you know. I don’t want to grow bald thinking about those selfish creatures’ well-beings. I’m fine with my current job. I enjoy scaring demons away.”
“That’s an understatement of your position, General of the Special Anti-Riot Force.”
Fuji thought he heard a smile on the tone Tezuka was using, and when he turned his head to confirm this, there was indeed the slightest of a smile on Tezuka’s face, contrasting the tired lines he had all over his face.
“I wonder if the other candidates are as tired as you are,” Fuji commented as he took off his friend’s glasses and pressed his thumb gently between Tezuka’s brows. The dark-haired angel grunted softly as he closed his eyes, feeling his potential migraine starting to ease away.
“I heard Atobe was going to have a massage in his mansion before attending the meeting later on, and Yukimura said he’s going to do some meditation with Sanada,” Tezuka replied.
“When is the meeting going to start?” Fuji asked again while gently kneading his thumbs on either side of Tezuka’s temple.
“In about an hour and a half,” Tezuka answered. Feeling his head getting a lot better, Tezuka then murmured, “That’s enough, Fuji, thank you.”
Fuji pulled his hands from Tezuka’s head and picked up his harp once more. “You have enough time before the meeting. Go lie down a bit; I’ll play the harp for you. That’s why you came here, right?”
“Ah,” Tezuka admitted dropping himself on his back, resting his head on his folded arms.
Fuji smiled and began playing the instrument in his hands again, nimble fingers skillfully strumming the strings with every intention of lulling his tired companion to sleep. Serene and relaxing melody began to fill the air and resonate through the sky, giving the sense of tranquility.
Tezuka finally let himself drifted into slumber.
~NeverEnding~
A/N: No, it's not a part of a series or something, so don't expect any sequel or prequel or whatever. I suck at AU's XD;;
The idea of "Candidate for god" came from a manga called "Sensei no Susume" by Saenagi Ryou. Anyone has read that manga? :D
So... um yeah, I'm not so sure about this, but I hope it's at least enjoyable. Reviews would be loved, thank you!
Author: a1y-puff
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Tezuka, Fuji
Prompt: #18. Harp
Genre: AU/friendship-leaning-shippy?
Word Count: 572
Rating: PG
Summary: In the mist of having to take care of mankind’s well being, Tezuka found Fuji’s harp’s melody was enough to lessen his headache and ease his tiredness away.
Warnings: AU. Unbetaed, done in one sitting, might be a bit random
Disclaimer: PoT belongs to Konomi-sensei. Tezuka and Fuji own each other. Prompt belongs to 50scenes.
A/N: Written for white_ashes07. Ash, I remember getting notification for your approaching birthday but then I totally forgot about it, so please accept my apology and this little belated b’day drabble for you. I hope you'd like it ^^
Snagged the title from the song "Melody in the Sky" by Mai Kuraki coz I couldn't come up with any title at all, but this isn't a song fic. and all I can think about when seeing the prompt 'harp' is 'angel', so yeah...
~Melody in the Sky~
In a vast, beautiful landscape, a melodious sound of a harp floated throughout the open field, carried by the soft, warm breeze that gently blew the honey tresses of its player. The harpist sat on top of a small hill overlooking a field of colorful flowers, seemingly absorbed in the beauty of his surroundings, and the music created by those slender fingers of his own. A pair of white wings elegantly folded behind his back.
The melody slowly stopped as the angel sensed another presence near him, and he glanced up to see another angel descended from the blue sky. He smiled as his friend graciously landed on one foot, then he greeted, “Hello, Tezuka.”
“Fuji,” the other greeted back as he folded his wings and dropped himself next to the harpist.
“How was your visit to the mortal world?” Fuji attempted a conversation. A sigh escaped his companion’s lips, and he chuckled at that. “Must be tough being a god candidate,” Fuji lightly remarked.
“You were supposed to be one too,” Tezuka reminded him, his tone of voice told Fuji that the taller angel still hadn’t accepted his declining for the offer.
“Oh, come on,” Fuji let out a small laugh, “I won’t fit to be a god anyway, why even bother being a candidate?”
“You have the capacity of being one,” Tezuka persisted. Fuji could understand that Tezuka had always seen him as his greatest rival and thought that if he could do it, surely Fuji would also be able to do so.
Smiling, Fuji went, “I don’t particularly find humans adorable, you know. I don’t want to grow bald thinking about those selfish creatures’ well-beings. I’m fine with my current job. I enjoy scaring demons away.”
“That’s an understatement of your position, General of the Special Anti-Riot Force.”
Fuji thought he heard a smile on the tone Tezuka was using, and when he turned his head to confirm this, there was indeed the slightest of a smile on Tezuka’s face, contrasting the tired lines he had all over his face.
“I wonder if the other candidates are as tired as you are,” Fuji commented as he took off his friend’s glasses and pressed his thumb gently between Tezuka’s brows. The dark-haired angel grunted softly as he closed his eyes, feeling his potential migraine starting to ease away.
“I heard Atobe was going to have a massage in his mansion before attending the meeting later on, and Yukimura said he’s going to do some meditation with Sanada,” Tezuka replied.
“When is the meeting going to start?” Fuji asked again while gently kneading his thumbs on either side of Tezuka’s temple.
“In about an hour and a half,” Tezuka answered. Feeling his head getting a lot better, Tezuka then murmured, “That’s enough, Fuji, thank you.”
Fuji pulled his hands from Tezuka’s head and picked up his harp once more. “You have enough time before the meeting. Go lie down a bit; I’ll play the harp for you. That’s why you came here, right?”
“Ah,” Tezuka admitted dropping himself on his back, resting his head on his folded arms.
Fuji smiled and began playing the instrument in his hands again, nimble fingers skillfully strumming the strings with every intention of lulling his tired companion to sleep. Serene and relaxing melody began to fill the air and resonate through the sky, giving the sense of tranquility.
Tezuka finally let himself drifted into slumber.
~NeverEnding~
A/N: No, it's not a part of a series or something, so don't expect any sequel or prequel or whatever. I suck at AU's XD;;
The idea of "Candidate for god" came from a manga called "Sensei no Susume" by Saenagi Ryou. Anyone has read that manga? :D
So... um yeah, I'm not so sure about this, but I hope it's at least enjoyable. Reviews would be loved, thank you!