[PoT] Making History
Title: Making History
Rating: PG-13 overall, but G in this chapter
Genre: drama, romance, humor, angst
Pairing: TeFu with side (and minor) servings of TezukaxOC and FujixOC
Chapter: 3/8
Summary: February 14 is the most special day of the year. This was the story of Tezuka and Fuji's Valentine's Days, showing how they began and how they never ended.
part 1 ~ part 2
A/N: I'm really sorry if the format is weird. LJ refused to cooperate today :( And this chapter is long-ish. Consider this a warning for the next chapter because it will be long. And I mean 2k+ words long. And I was supposed to write drabbles *shakes head*
Standard disclaimer apply
Making History
Wednesday, February 14 2001
The last person Tezuka expected to see right now was Fuji. He could deal with anyone, even Atobe and his strict grandfather. But, he didn’t want to see Fuji when he was going to a date. The memory of his former teammate’s teasing about his admirers and his (implied) frigidity was still fresh. Tezuka had little doubt Fuji would tease him once he figured out where he was going.
To be completely honest, Tezuka would mock himself, too. In the past, he had never seriously taken his friends’ jokes about how he looked and behaved much more maturely than his real age. He did occasionally realize that his attitude, views, and expectations differed from his friends. But it wasn’t until a couple of days ago he realized that his friends were wrong. He wasn’t more mature than his age. He was (also?) outdated. He realized this when his girlfriend (sweet Yuka who was less innocent than she looked… not that anyone, especially his parents, knew) pressured him into arranging a romantic evening on Valentine’s Day. He had expected that a relationship had at the age of seventeen would have less to do with celebrating unnecessary festivities and more with concerns about what the future might bring them. Sadly, he was wrong.
“How are you?” Fuji greeted politely. He tilted his head to the side, noting the taller boy’s choice of outfit. He never thought that Tezuka had any fashion sense, certainly not the kind of fashion sense that would land him in jeans, t-shirt with a popular quote on it, and jacket from a famous brand. He fitted perfectly in the fashionable shopping area of the city, looking nothing like the boy Fuji once knew. Not that Fuji was complaining; Tezuka definitely looked good. Perhaps two years in high school had given him the youth that he seemed to lack in junior high? Fuji studied him more closely. Or maybe there’s a simpler explanation. “On your way to a date?”
Tezuka’s nearly inaudible sigh made Fuji’s smile widen. Well, wasn’t this a surprise? Tezuka Kunimitsu could actually fall for and date a girl! He wondered quietly how it began. Who confessed first? How did she look like? And most importantly: how far had they gone? Only the bespectacled boy’s glare stopped Fuji from making inappropriate inquiries. Tezuka was lucky it was him whom he met. Inui would ignore his glares and ask those questions anyway, without caring that they were in public where people could clearly hear.
“Yes.” Tezuka replied. He had specifically left home quietly to avoid this kind of question. It was horrible enough when his mother almost caught him reading her magazines for inspiration for the date he was supposed to arrange. “Where are you going?” He asked in search of a way out of the conversation. Fuji was dressed up, but then again he always was.
Laughing, Fuji mentioned a famous café downtown. Unlike Tezuka he was unashamed by the fact that he was going on a date. He had learnt from his sister that girls liked to be treated like they’re the most special person in the world, especially today. Fuji didn’t mind. He did think that Erika was special. “She loved the place when we went there a couple of months ago.” He explained, smiling when he remembered her glowing face when she looked out of the window at the beautiful view of the city.
Tezuka nodded stiffly. He felt like an inattentive boyfriend after he heard Fuji’s explanation. He hadn’t really paid attention to the things Yuka liked. For this supposedly special date, he turned to internet and magazines for explanation. He wondered how Yuka was able to deal with him for the past year. “Sorry, but I’m going to be late. Yuka wouldn’t like that.” He said.
“Of course. I’m about to be late myself. We should catch up later. Can I have your cell phone number?” Fuji had lost touch with most of his junior high school friends, with very few exceptions like Taka-san and Eiji. He was happy to find someone he could talk about the past with, who wasn’t so prone on distracting him mid-reminiscent with random outbursts/berserk moments. Thinking of the future was exciting, and the present was great. But nothing could really beat looking back on the moments that had gone.
After telling Fuji his number, Tezuka went on his way. He thought of his brief exchange with Fuji. He no longer felt ashamed of going on a Valentine’s Day date. He was more ashamed of not putting enough effort for his girlfriend. It was a wonder she was still willing to be with him. But for how much longer would she be willing to put up with his ignorance? With this in mind, Tezuka walked faster. He shouldn’t be late. It was the least he could do for Yuka.
Thursday, February 14 2002
This was the best year ever, Fuji decided as he drank his steaming mug of chocolate drink. He was studying architecture at one of Japan’s best universities, the one he managed to enter after months of tireless studying. It easily beat the fact that he was single and quietly spending the day in a café filled with couples.
Although, not everything was as rosy as he wanted. The assignments were unforgiving and his excitement to learn everything about his dream cost him more than he had predicted. His parents would only tolerate his idealism for so long before nagging him into at least getting a part-time job to pay for some of his bills. With Yuuta coming to college this year (and also eager to leave home), his parents had to tighten their belt. He had to make time for something other than building the foundation of his dream soon. But, as all college students knew, procrastination was an irresistible mistress.
“Fuji.”
Tezuka found it hard to control his expression when Fuji looked at him with a look he expected to only find in children who just received toys they had been crying for. It didn’t look really out of place on Fuji’s face -Tezuka always thought Fuji retained more than a little of his childish nature. Although it was a little weird considering the fact that this was a college student he was talking about here, Tezuka was willing to make exception in this case. This was Fuji after all.
“May I sit here? All the seats are taken.” He asked, turning slightly to remind Fuji of the couples filling the wildly decorated café. It wasn’t the kind of place Tezuka would want to come near. In fact, he carefully avoided any place with any hint of pink nowadays. But, he had just gotten back from a class and wanted to kick back and relax a little in a place that wasn’t his tiny apartment. He was a little horrified when he saw that couples had taken over the café nearest to the campus. When he saw Fuji alone on a corner he was a little relieved, though still apprehensive since they hadn’t talked for a couple of years now.
“Sure. Be my date.” Fuji joked. He laughed when Tezuka gave him a pointed look and called the waitress. “I didn’t know you’re also going to this university.” He said after the waitress had taken Tezuka’s order -chocolate drink just like his. “What are you studying?”
“Economy.” Tezuka answered. Although he didn’t express himself much, Fuji could tell that he was satisfied with his choice of major. And if his reading of his friend’s expression was wrong, he got another prove when they started a conversation on how great their courses were. Fuji could feel some people giving them strange looks (conversations on tedious life were unofficially banned during Valentine’s Day) but ignored them as he kept attempting to show Tezuka how much better his major was than Tezuka. Fuji laughed when the bespectacled young man refused to concede his points, having too much fun to care about ruining the romantic atmosphere around them.
“We should meet up more often!”
“You never called.” Tezuka pointed out. He remembered that he had given Fuji his number at some point in the past, but he never received any call or messages from them. Not that he had been anxiously waiting for them. He was going out with Yuka that time, and was doing his best to make it work. He failed quite spectacularly at that. She ended up cheating on him with a friend who ‘realized and cared about her existence’. Tezuka couldn’t say he’s heartbroken. He was just disappointed that she ended things that way.
“I didn’t know you’re waiting for that.” Fuji replied with a suggestive look that made Tezuka squirmed in his seat. “All right, I promise I’ll call sometimes. Or can I come to your place to see you? Are you still living with your parents?”
“No.”
“Girlfriend?” Fuji asked again. He laughed when Tezuka gave him a pointed look. Seriously, he wouldn’t be surprised if Tezuka turned out to still be a virgin. He seemed so averse to the idea of being with a girl.
“I live alone.” Tezuka clarified before Fuji could suggest something more scandalous. He didn’t know whether he should be worried or not when Fuji looked thoughtful after hearing that.
“What do you think about living together?” Fuji asked. A smile spread on his face when Tezuka’s face turned slightly red. What was he thinking? Fuji was sure that Tezuka hadn’t had any girlfriend for a while. The poor thing. Fuji should hook him up with some girl someday. But back to what he was saying. “I have a spare room in my apartment near here. Now I’m looking for a roommate to split the rent with. Besides, Yuuta is coming to the university this year and I don’t want to burden my parents.”
Tezuka thought of it carefully. Saving money was a good idea. And not to mention that this wouldn’t be a random stranger he would live with. It’s going to be Fuji, a friend he had known for many years. Tezuka did have doubt about how well he would get along with the brunet. Their personalities couldn’t be more different. Wouldn’t they just drive each other mad? But then again, they just had a great conversation and Tezuka had never ever seen anyone not getting along with Fuji (except for Yuuta, but that was another issue entirely.)
“Let me see the apartment first.” Tezuka finally said. From the look on Fuji’s face, he knew that the shorter young man knew he would agree eventually. His corners of his lips turned up to form a tiny smile, seen by no one but the person in front of him. Fuji’s excitement was contagious. Even Tezuka wasn’t immune to it.
“Of course! I’ll show you the place after we finish our drink!” Fuji said happily.
It was an unpredictable day, but Fuji didn’t mind surprises. He had little doubt that he would get along with Tezuka. After all, they managed to survive tennis championships and rivalries; living together couldn’t be that much harder. Fuji looked at his friend over the rim of his mug. He couldn’t possibly tell Tezuka how much he appreciated his agreement to live with him, a friend he hadn’t met for years (and neglected to contact him and could possibly be a serial killer now). But when he saw the look on Tezuka’s face, he knew his gratitude was accepted, and he smiled, looking forward to giving his new roommate a tour.
TBC
Rating: PG-13 overall, but G in this chapter
Genre: drama, romance, humor, angst
Pairing: TeFu with side (and minor) servings of TezukaxOC and FujixOC
Chapter: 3/8
Summary: February 14 is the most special day of the year. This was the story of Tezuka and Fuji's Valentine's Days, showing how they began and how they never ended.
part 1 ~ part 2
A/N: I'm really sorry if the format is weird. LJ refused to cooperate today :( And this chapter is long-ish. Consider this a warning for the next chapter because it will be long. And I mean 2k+ words long. And I was supposed to write drabbles *shakes head*
Standard disclaimer apply
Making History
Wednesday, February 14 2001
The last person Tezuka expected to see right now was Fuji. He could deal with anyone, even Atobe and his strict grandfather. But, he didn’t want to see Fuji when he was going to a date. The memory of his former teammate’s teasing about his admirers and his (implied) frigidity was still fresh. Tezuka had little doubt Fuji would tease him once he figured out where he was going.
To be completely honest, Tezuka would mock himself, too. In the past, he had never seriously taken his friends’ jokes about how he looked and behaved much more maturely than his real age. He did occasionally realize that his attitude, views, and expectations differed from his friends. But it wasn’t until a couple of days ago he realized that his friends were wrong. He wasn’t more mature than his age. He was (also?) outdated. He realized this when his girlfriend (sweet Yuka who was less innocent than she looked… not that anyone, especially his parents, knew) pressured him into arranging a romantic evening on Valentine’s Day. He had expected that a relationship had at the age of seventeen would have less to do with celebrating unnecessary festivities and more with concerns about what the future might bring them. Sadly, he was wrong.
“How are you?” Fuji greeted politely. He tilted his head to the side, noting the taller boy’s choice of outfit. He never thought that Tezuka had any fashion sense, certainly not the kind of fashion sense that would land him in jeans, t-shirt with a popular quote on it, and jacket from a famous brand. He fitted perfectly in the fashionable shopping area of the city, looking nothing like the boy Fuji once knew. Not that Fuji was complaining; Tezuka definitely looked good. Perhaps two years in high school had given him the youth that he seemed to lack in junior high? Fuji studied him more closely. Or maybe there’s a simpler explanation. “On your way to a date?”
Tezuka’s nearly inaudible sigh made Fuji’s smile widen. Well, wasn’t this a surprise? Tezuka Kunimitsu could actually fall for and date a girl! He wondered quietly how it began. Who confessed first? How did she look like? And most importantly: how far had they gone? Only the bespectacled boy’s glare stopped Fuji from making inappropriate inquiries. Tezuka was lucky it was him whom he met. Inui would ignore his glares and ask those questions anyway, without caring that they were in public where people could clearly hear.
“Yes.” Tezuka replied. He had specifically left home quietly to avoid this kind of question. It was horrible enough when his mother almost caught him reading her magazines for inspiration for the date he was supposed to arrange. “Where are you going?” He asked in search of a way out of the conversation. Fuji was dressed up, but then again he always was.
Laughing, Fuji mentioned a famous café downtown. Unlike Tezuka he was unashamed by the fact that he was going on a date. He had learnt from his sister that girls liked to be treated like they’re the most special person in the world, especially today. Fuji didn’t mind. He did think that Erika was special. “She loved the place when we went there a couple of months ago.” He explained, smiling when he remembered her glowing face when she looked out of the window at the beautiful view of the city.
Tezuka nodded stiffly. He felt like an inattentive boyfriend after he heard Fuji’s explanation. He hadn’t really paid attention to the things Yuka liked. For this supposedly special date, he turned to internet and magazines for explanation. He wondered how Yuka was able to deal with him for the past year. “Sorry, but I’m going to be late. Yuka wouldn’t like that.” He said.
“Of course. I’m about to be late myself. We should catch up later. Can I have your cell phone number?” Fuji had lost touch with most of his junior high school friends, with very few exceptions like Taka-san and Eiji. He was happy to find someone he could talk about the past with, who wasn’t so prone on distracting him mid-reminiscent with random outbursts/berserk moments. Thinking of the future was exciting, and the present was great. But nothing could really beat looking back on the moments that had gone.
After telling Fuji his number, Tezuka went on his way. He thought of his brief exchange with Fuji. He no longer felt ashamed of going on a Valentine’s Day date. He was more ashamed of not putting enough effort for his girlfriend. It was a wonder she was still willing to be with him. But for how much longer would she be willing to put up with his ignorance? With this in mind, Tezuka walked faster. He shouldn’t be late. It was the least he could do for Yuka.
Thursday, February 14 2002
This was the best year ever, Fuji decided as he drank his steaming mug of chocolate drink. He was studying architecture at one of Japan’s best universities, the one he managed to enter after months of tireless studying. It easily beat the fact that he was single and quietly spending the day in a café filled with couples.
Although, not everything was as rosy as he wanted. The assignments were unforgiving and his excitement to learn everything about his dream cost him more than he had predicted. His parents would only tolerate his idealism for so long before nagging him into at least getting a part-time job to pay for some of his bills. With Yuuta coming to college this year (and also eager to leave home), his parents had to tighten their belt. He had to make time for something other than building the foundation of his dream soon. But, as all college students knew, procrastination was an irresistible mistress.
“Fuji.”
Tezuka found it hard to control his expression when Fuji looked at him with a look he expected to only find in children who just received toys they had been crying for. It didn’t look really out of place on Fuji’s face -Tezuka always thought Fuji retained more than a little of his childish nature. Although it was a little weird considering the fact that this was a college student he was talking about here, Tezuka was willing to make exception in this case. This was Fuji after all.
“May I sit here? All the seats are taken.” He asked, turning slightly to remind Fuji of the couples filling the wildly decorated café. It wasn’t the kind of place Tezuka would want to come near. In fact, he carefully avoided any place with any hint of pink nowadays. But, he had just gotten back from a class and wanted to kick back and relax a little in a place that wasn’t his tiny apartment. He was a little horrified when he saw that couples had taken over the café nearest to the campus. When he saw Fuji alone on a corner he was a little relieved, though still apprehensive since they hadn’t talked for a couple of years now.
“Sure. Be my date.” Fuji joked. He laughed when Tezuka gave him a pointed look and called the waitress. “I didn’t know you’re also going to this university.” He said after the waitress had taken Tezuka’s order -chocolate drink just like his. “What are you studying?”
“Economy.” Tezuka answered. Although he didn’t express himself much, Fuji could tell that he was satisfied with his choice of major. And if his reading of his friend’s expression was wrong, he got another prove when they started a conversation on how great their courses were. Fuji could feel some people giving them strange looks (conversations on tedious life were unofficially banned during Valentine’s Day) but ignored them as he kept attempting to show Tezuka how much better his major was than Tezuka. Fuji laughed when the bespectacled young man refused to concede his points, having too much fun to care about ruining the romantic atmosphere around them.
“We should meet up more often!”
“You never called.” Tezuka pointed out. He remembered that he had given Fuji his number at some point in the past, but he never received any call or messages from them. Not that he had been anxiously waiting for them. He was going out with Yuka that time, and was doing his best to make it work. He failed quite spectacularly at that. She ended up cheating on him with a friend who ‘realized and cared about her existence’. Tezuka couldn’t say he’s heartbroken. He was just disappointed that she ended things that way.
“I didn’t know you’re waiting for that.” Fuji replied with a suggestive look that made Tezuka squirmed in his seat. “All right, I promise I’ll call sometimes. Or can I come to your place to see you? Are you still living with your parents?”
“No.”
“Girlfriend?” Fuji asked again. He laughed when Tezuka gave him a pointed look. Seriously, he wouldn’t be surprised if Tezuka turned out to still be a virgin. He seemed so averse to the idea of being with a girl.
“I live alone.” Tezuka clarified before Fuji could suggest something more scandalous. He didn’t know whether he should be worried or not when Fuji looked thoughtful after hearing that.
“What do you think about living together?” Fuji asked. A smile spread on his face when Tezuka’s face turned slightly red. What was he thinking? Fuji was sure that Tezuka hadn’t had any girlfriend for a while. The poor thing. Fuji should hook him up with some girl someday. But back to what he was saying. “I have a spare room in my apartment near here. Now I’m looking for a roommate to split the rent with. Besides, Yuuta is coming to the university this year and I don’t want to burden my parents.”
Tezuka thought of it carefully. Saving money was a good idea. And not to mention that this wouldn’t be a random stranger he would live with. It’s going to be Fuji, a friend he had known for many years. Tezuka did have doubt about how well he would get along with the brunet. Their personalities couldn’t be more different. Wouldn’t they just drive each other mad? But then again, they just had a great conversation and Tezuka had never ever seen anyone not getting along with Fuji (except for Yuuta, but that was another issue entirely.)
“Let me see the apartment first.” Tezuka finally said. From the look on Fuji’s face, he knew that the shorter young man knew he would agree eventually. His corners of his lips turned up to form a tiny smile, seen by no one but the person in front of him. Fuji’s excitement was contagious. Even Tezuka wasn’t immune to it.
“Of course! I’ll show you the place after we finish our drink!” Fuji said happily.
It was an unpredictable day, but Fuji didn’t mind surprises. He had little doubt that he would get along with Tezuka. After all, they managed to survive tennis championships and rivalries; living together couldn’t be that much harder. Fuji looked at his friend over the rim of his mug. He couldn’t possibly tell Tezuka how much he appreciated his agreement to live with him, a friend he hadn’t met for years (and neglected to contact him and could possibly be a serial killer now). But when he saw the look on Tezuka’s face, he knew his gratitude was accepted, and he smiled, looking forward to giving his new roommate a tour.
TBC