Fic: Precious [Tezuka]
Done for yuncyn, because she's just awesome that way. ^____^
Dashed out in 15 minutes in UTAR's computer lab with the prompt Tezuka, diamond. I still say this could be written better, but since Denise will probably whack me again if I keep insisting it's so, I will shut up. =p Hope you (still) like it, Denise~!
Note to self: Learn to pick better fic titles.
Tezuka Kunimitsu, Tezuka Ayana, a loss, a find.
Precious
He comes home from practice to be greeted by the sight of his mother on her knees, hands sweeping frantically across the clean floor.
"Oh, Kunimitsu...my wedding ring..."
The story tumbles out in bits and pieces; the small diamond on Ayana's ring had popped loose of its gold bindings sometime when she had been vacuuming the floor in the afternoon. She had checked the hoover bag several times to no success and had resorted to scouring the living room instead.
"I know your father won't scold, but..."
Kunimitsu needs no other prompt.
They spend another half-hour searching, squinting at the patterned tiles as fingers gingerly brushed across the cool surface, hoping to come across the errant diamond. As Kunimitsu checks the same area for the third time running, he wishes, irrationally, that he could use the Tezuka Zone to draw the missing object to him. But diamonds are not tennis balls and he is tired - practice had been harder than usual and his arm aches from the long rally he had engaged in with Echizen during their match.
Finally his mother stands up, sighs heavily as she dusts off her hands. "Well, I suppose there's nothing we can do about it - your father and grandfather will be home soon." And objects as small as a finely-cut diamond are less than likely to turn up anymore if they've managed to evade an hour's worth of looking. "Thanks for helping, Kunimitsu. You had better go take a shower - I'll go start on dinner."
Watching as his mother walks away to the kitchen, Kunimitsu's forehead creases at the dejected droop to her shoulders. Five more minutes, he reasons to himself as he continues to move across the floor, five more minutes and he'll concede defeat. For now.
Five soon stretches into ten and melts into fifteen before he picks himself up, his knees sore from crawling around on the hard tiles. His family won't eat dinner unless everyone's at the table and he isn't inclined to enter the dining room in his sticky, sweaty state.
As he walks over to where he had dropped his tennis bag, a small, pinching pain bites into his soft part of his sole and he winces slightly, careful to lift his feet up slowly in case the source of the pain is what he had been searching for.
It is; luminous, glittering as Kunimitsu picks it up and rests it in his palm, facets of glimmering shades of light.
For the first time since coming home, Kunimitsu smiles.
Ayana's stirring something on the stove when her son enters, smile still etched within his features as he displays his bounty. "I stepped on it."
At first, the laughter verges on disbelieving; then, as her eyes catches the shimmer hidden within the creases of Kunimitsu's hand, relief blends into it, gilds it with thankfulness and motherly love as she picks the diamond off the proffered hand, sets it on the table in plain sight and opens her arms wide to hug her son.
He steps into the embrace, slightly awkward and self-conscious that he hasn't showered yet and that his shirt was still smudged with the day's activities. But as his mother's capable hands tighten around him and she says, gladness overflowing in her voice, "Thank you, Kunimitsu", he allows himself to return her hug and murmur that it was no trouble at all.
And the diamond sits in its place on the table, glinting, winking, forgotten for a moment.
Because in the face of love, what value could it claim to hold indeed?
owari
Dashed out in 15 minutes in UTAR's computer lab with the prompt Tezuka, diamond. I still say this could be written better, but since Denise will probably whack me again if I keep insisting it's so, I will shut up. =p Hope you (still) like it, Denise~!
Note to self: Learn to pick better fic titles.
Tezuka Kunimitsu, Tezuka Ayana, a loss, a find.
Precious
He comes home from practice to be greeted by the sight of his mother on her knees, hands sweeping frantically across the clean floor.
"Oh, Kunimitsu...my wedding ring..."
The story tumbles out in bits and pieces; the small diamond on Ayana's ring had popped loose of its gold bindings sometime when she had been vacuuming the floor in the afternoon. She had checked the hoover bag several times to no success and had resorted to scouring the living room instead.
"I know your father won't scold, but..."
Kunimitsu needs no other prompt.
They spend another half-hour searching, squinting at the patterned tiles as fingers gingerly brushed across the cool surface, hoping to come across the errant diamond. As Kunimitsu checks the same area for the third time running, he wishes, irrationally, that he could use the Tezuka Zone to draw the missing object to him. But diamonds are not tennis balls and he is tired - practice had been harder than usual and his arm aches from the long rally he had engaged in with Echizen during their match.
Finally his mother stands up, sighs heavily as she dusts off her hands. "Well, I suppose there's nothing we can do about it - your father and grandfather will be home soon." And objects as small as a finely-cut diamond are less than likely to turn up anymore if they've managed to evade an hour's worth of looking. "Thanks for helping, Kunimitsu. You had better go take a shower - I'll go start on dinner."
Watching as his mother walks away to the kitchen, Kunimitsu's forehead creases at the dejected droop to her shoulders. Five more minutes, he reasons to himself as he continues to move across the floor, five more minutes and he'll concede defeat. For now.
Five soon stretches into ten and melts into fifteen before he picks himself up, his knees sore from crawling around on the hard tiles. His family won't eat dinner unless everyone's at the table and he isn't inclined to enter the dining room in his sticky, sweaty state.
As he walks over to where he had dropped his tennis bag, a small, pinching pain bites into his soft part of his sole and he winces slightly, careful to lift his feet up slowly in case the source of the pain is what he had been searching for.
It is; luminous, glittering as Kunimitsu picks it up and rests it in his palm, facets of glimmering shades of light.
For the first time since coming home, Kunimitsu smiles.
Ayana's stirring something on the stove when her son enters, smile still etched within his features as he displays his bounty. "I stepped on it."
At first, the laughter verges on disbelieving; then, as her eyes catches the shimmer hidden within the creases of Kunimitsu's hand, relief blends into it, gilds it with thankfulness and motherly love as she picks the diamond off the proffered hand, sets it on the table in plain sight and opens her arms wide to hug her son.
He steps into the embrace, slightly awkward and self-conscious that he hasn't showered yet and that his shirt was still smudged with the day's activities. But as his mother's capable hands tighten around him and she says, gladness overflowing in her voice, "Thank you, Kunimitsu", he allows himself to return her hug and murmur that it was no trouble at all.
And the diamond sits in its place on the table, glinting, winking, forgotten for a moment.
Because in the face of love, what value could it claim to hold indeed?
owari