23:00
This fic is dedicated to paranoid_fridge , tacuma811 , lovefujitez , sasuke_fuji and a1y_puff ; whose birthday had long since passed, and whose birthday is around the corner. Especially for Mona-chan, because I've promised a fic for her more than 2 months ago. And now, I'm finally done...
And Ai-chan, thank you so much for being my beta reader. :)
Title: 23:00
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Genre: General
Rating: G
Beta-Reader: a1y_puff
Word Count: barely over 1,500
Disclaimer: I just own Yoshida-san.
Summary: Tezuka waited patiently, under the same broken lamppost, for the eleven comes.
When darkness had finally expanded to this side of Tokyo, the streets had long since been deserted. While there were still people going out for school or work in the morning, it became almost secluded at night, save for a few who went home late, or just had to go out for some necessities.
Due to the not-so-convenient location, the local residents here usually went home before the sun had completely set. Buses headed there would become extra packed during dusk every day. If you missed the final bus at dusk, you would have to wait for another long hour.
There were just a couple of shops in this district, all of them selling groceries and the other daily necessities. Although it was nearly impossible to find any entertainment around here, the locals were still satisfied with the peaceful and quiet life.
*****
Wearing his uniform, which he would iron meticulously every night before going to bed, Tezuka Kunimitsu stood at the far corner of this particular street. Under the dim street light, his shoes were still shining with their own purity. He would take care of his shoes every night also, although he knew it was quite useless.
Because this was his routine. And Tezuka believed routine is what built a man.
*****
The street was silent, so silent that Tezuka would have thought the world had stopped if not for the wristwatch he was wearing. Tick after tick echoed through the night, reminding him that the world was indeed moving. The lamppost standing behind him was probably on the verge of breaking, for the light kept going on and off indefatigably, making his eyes sore with every flash. Shadows around him were dancing with the rhythm of the elfish light, making everything around him look awfully spooky.
This made him think about his junior high times, when the girls would start to talk about some creepy things and the boys would play hero and claim that they will catch those monsters one day, even if they were very frightened as well.
Of course, Tezuka had never believed in such stupid rumors, nor would he be afraid even if he did believe a bit of it. In fact, he was quite thankful for all those ghost talks, because thieves and the likes were especially afraid of them to a certain degree, as he had found out from Yoshida-san inadvertently before. He thought it was quite amusing.
He looked at his wristwatch. It was time.
Eleven o'clock.
*****
Just then, a boy stepped out of a convenience store at the other side of the street. He stopped at the entrance, probably bidding good night to the one inside the store, and started walking in a normal pace to the opposite direction of the broken lamppost.
Tezuka followed.
***** 23:00 *****
He was a soft looking kind of boy; slight built, with a head of honey brown locks, which almost reached his chin, and a perpetually smiling face. He was a student from a nearby university, who had started working as a part-time assistant in the convenience store located in this small avenue since approximately a month ago.
There was that one time, which the boy's colleague had called him back while he was already out on the street. His colleague had pressed something to the boy's hands. And his colleague had called him "Fuji".
And then Tezuka knew. The boy named "Fuji".
*****
Tezuka didn't deny the possibility of love at first sight; he just never thought it would happen to someone as rational as him. But when he first saw Fuji, he understood almost immediately.
Tezuka was surprisingly perceptive when dealing with his heart, it seemed.
And when he thought about it, he had been doing this for a month already.
*****
*****
The weather was not very nice. Dark clouds gathered around the sky, blocking the moon from showering its shining grace. There was no rain falling so far, though the high humidity was just as good as a downpour. The air smelled like mold and rotten vegetables, and Tezuka had to suppress the urge to simply stop breathing.
The whole Tokyo district was now covered with a thin blanket of mist. Everything was blurry. So unsure and so surreal.
So ominous.
Or not.
According to some foreign studies, the number of criminal cases would reduce evidently under a bad weather. Thieves are not only afraid of ghosts, but also ghostly atmosphere.
Though Tezuka would not dare to let his guard down. So there he was: standing at the very same spot he had became so familiar with in the past 2 months, ready to secretly escort the boy once again.
*****
Footsteps echoed through the vacant street, a petite shadow emerged from that particular convenient store. Fuji greeted his colleague one last time before walking away. With carefree steps, the boy started his journey towards his home.
Tezuka silently followed.
*****
The last corner was in sight already. Tonight would probably be another safe night.
Looking at Fuji's lithe back, Tezuka felt a slight disappointment welling up within the depth of his heart. Human was always a greedy creature. Always wanted more. More than one could ever grasp.
However, Tezuka was not any normal men; all he wanted is Fuji's safety. He was a man who always felt content with what he had. He could fight off that ugly disappointment, and be satisfied with just protecting him from afar.
But then, he saw a figure emerging from the lamppost right before that corner. As if playing some kind of light trick altogether, the lamppost over there was oddly enough, another broken one. The figure looked as if swaying, swaying its way towards Fuji. Tezuka fought off the urge to rub his eyes; it looked so much like a mere silhouette.
The silhouette raised its hands. It grabbed, and got hold of the petite boy.
No luck today, even under this bad weather.
*****
The blood in Tezuka's body was already boiling.
It took no more than five seconds for Tezuka to dash towards the broken lamppost. Pulling Fuji behind him, Tezuka grabbed the front of the guy's shirt and punched the guy right on his face. Everything was done in haste; he didn't even bat an eyelid during the process.
*****
The light was still glimmering, so were the swinging shadows.
When Tezuka had finally come to his senses, the thug was nowhere to be seen. Everything went back to normal, as if what had just happened was nothing but a dream.
He turned around; Fuji was now standing in front of him. His face was shadowed; his expression could not be seen. Tezuka couldn't help but grab a hold of the boy, pulling the lithe body to himself. The body in his arms was so warm, and he could feel the other's heartbeat, beating like a drum through their pressed chests. He could even smell green apples, freshly picked from the trees.
He was truly grateful, that his grandfather insisted on making him start working his way from the low.
*****
Tezuka just stood there. Fuji was still in his arms, unharmed and unmoving. It had started raining without either of them noticing. Soft and small drops, almost like powder snow, starting to shower the formerly suffocating night. The whole Tokyo was in a state of freshness again. The broken lamppost was now over their heads. Light flashing, shadows glowing. It was awfully romantic.
It was almost magical, Tezuka decided.
But his train of thoughts was suddenly cut off by a series of light chuckles, which soon turned into a fit of wild giggles. The petite boy was still in his arms, but he was now shaking uncontrollably. The boy's face flushed a cute shade of pink, showing that he had been holding back for quite some time already.
It was kind of cute, with the apple colored face and childish giggles. Though it just added to his weird suspicion. Could it be...
"Maa, Saeki is my childhood friend. He should be home now, sulking. We really should thank him properly."
And Tezuka could only agree. Not only would he probably have never stepped out of his hiding place if not for that Saeki guy, the punch he delivered to that guy was also a bit fiercer than he had intended. He just hoped it wouldn't be leaving any bruises, although he didn't even know how the guy looked like. He really should give that guy a proper thank you, together with an apology too. But for now...
For now, Fuji's face was glowing, almost luminescent. The light was suddenly flashing on and off in a wild rhythm, lacing his oceanic orbs with a newfound sparkling joy. The boy looked so dreamy, but Tezuka knew this was not a dream.
He reminded himself to make a visit to that poor guy, much later.
"Let's go."
"Saa."
The lamplight was still flashing, making weird shadows here and there. Though it didn't feel creepy, nor did his eyes hurt anymore. But still, he would report this to the involved party. It was too dangerous. He was a police; he should do his best to protect the residents here, whether it was Fuji or not.
Really.
A/N: The original title was "Waiting For The Eleven Comes", thou Ai-chan told me it didn't really make sense, so I changed it into the current title. I had thought of another title before, but I didn't feel like using it (that another title was "Broken Lamppost", in case anyone wanna know).
**Posted to: tezukafuji , 4_d_luv_of_fuji
And Ai-chan, thank you so much for being my beta reader. :)
Title: 23:00
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Genre: General
Rating: G
Beta-Reader: a1y_puff
Word Count: barely over 1,500
Disclaimer: I just own Yoshida-san.
Summary: Tezuka waited patiently, under the same broken lamppost, for the eleven comes.
When darkness had finally expanded to this side of Tokyo, the streets had long since been deserted. While there were still people going out for school or work in the morning, it became almost secluded at night, save for a few who went home late, or just had to go out for some necessities.
Due to the not-so-convenient location, the local residents here usually went home before the sun had completely set. Buses headed there would become extra packed during dusk every day. If you missed the final bus at dusk, you would have to wait for another long hour.
There were just a couple of shops in this district, all of them selling groceries and the other daily necessities. Although it was nearly impossible to find any entertainment around here, the locals were still satisfied with the peaceful and quiet life.
*****
Wearing his uniform, which he would iron meticulously every night before going to bed, Tezuka Kunimitsu stood at the far corner of this particular street. Under the dim street light, his shoes were still shining with their own purity. He would take care of his shoes every night also, although he knew it was quite useless.
Because this was his routine. And Tezuka believed routine is what built a man.
*****
The street was silent, so silent that Tezuka would have thought the world had stopped if not for the wristwatch he was wearing. Tick after tick echoed through the night, reminding him that the world was indeed moving. The lamppost standing behind him was probably on the verge of breaking, for the light kept going on and off indefatigably, making his eyes sore with every flash. Shadows around him were dancing with the rhythm of the elfish light, making everything around him look awfully spooky.
This made him think about his junior high times, when the girls would start to talk about some creepy things and the boys would play hero and claim that they will catch those monsters one day, even if they were very frightened as well.
Of course, Tezuka had never believed in such stupid rumors, nor would he be afraid even if he did believe a bit of it. In fact, he was quite thankful for all those ghost talks, because thieves and the likes were especially afraid of them to a certain degree, as he had found out from Yoshida-san inadvertently before. He thought it was quite amusing.
He looked at his wristwatch. It was time.
Eleven o'clock.
*****
Just then, a boy stepped out of a convenience store at the other side of the street. He stopped at the entrance, probably bidding good night to the one inside the store, and started walking in a normal pace to the opposite direction of the broken lamppost.
Tezuka followed.
***** 23:00 *****
He was a soft looking kind of boy; slight built, with a head of honey brown locks, which almost reached his chin, and a perpetually smiling face. He was a student from a nearby university, who had started working as a part-time assistant in the convenience store located in this small avenue since approximately a month ago.
There was that one time, which the boy's colleague had called him back while he was already out on the street. His colleague had pressed something to the boy's hands. And his colleague had called him "Fuji".
And then Tezuka knew. The boy named "Fuji".
*****
Tezuka didn't deny the possibility of love at first sight; he just never thought it would happen to someone as rational as him. But when he first saw Fuji, he understood almost immediately.
Tezuka was surprisingly perceptive when dealing with his heart, it seemed.
And when he thought about it, he had been doing this for a month already.
*****
*****
The weather was not very nice. Dark clouds gathered around the sky, blocking the moon from showering its shining grace. There was no rain falling so far, though the high humidity was just as good as a downpour. The air smelled like mold and rotten vegetables, and Tezuka had to suppress the urge to simply stop breathing.
The whole Tokyo district was now covered with a thin blanket of mist. Everything was blurry. So unsure and so surreal.
So ominous.
Or not.
According to some foreign studies, the number of criminal cases would reduce evidently under a bad weather. Thieves are not only afraid of ghosts, but also ghostly atmosphere.
Though Tezuka would not dare to let his guard down. So there he was: standing at the very same spot he had became so familiar with in the past 2 months, ready to secretly escort the boy once again.
*****
Footsteps echoed through the vacant street, a petite shadow emerged from that particular convenient store. Fuji greeted his colleague one last time before walking away. With carefree steps, the boy started his journey towards his home.
Tezuka silently followed.
*****
The last corner was in sight already. Tonight would probably be another safe night.
Looking at Fuji's lithe back, Tezuka felt a slight disappointment welling up within the depth of his heart. Human was always a greedy creature. Always wanted more. More than one could ever grasp.
However, Tezuka was not any normal men; all he wanted is Fuji's safety. He was a man who always felt content with what he had. He could fight off that ugly disappointment, and be satisfied with just protecting him from afar.
But then, he saw a figure emerging from the lamppost right before that corner. As if playing some kind of light trick altogether, the lamppost over there was oddly enough, another broken one. The figure looked as if swaying, swaying its way towards Fuji. Tezuka fought off the urge to rub his eyes; it looked so much like a mere silhouette.
The silhouette raised its hands. It grabbed, and got hold of the petite boy.
No luck today, even under this bad weather.
*****
The blood in Tezuka's body was already boiling.
It took no more than five seconds for Tezuka to dash towards the broken lamppost. Pulling Fuji behind him, Tezuka grabbed the front of the guy's shirt and punched the guy right on his face. Everything was done in haste; he didn't even bat an eyelid during the process.
*****
The light was still glimmering, so were the swinging shadows.
When Tezuka had finally come to his senses, the thug was nowhere to be seen. Everything went back to normal, as if what had just happened was nothing but a dream.
He turned around; Fuji was now standing in front of him. His face was shadowed; his expression could not be seen. Tezuka couldn't help but grab a hold of the boy, pulling the lithe body to himself. The body in his arms was so warm, and he could feel the other's heartbeat, beating like a drum through their pressed chests. He could even smell green apples, freshly picked from the trees.
He was truly grateful, that his grandfather insisted on making him start working his way from the low.
*****
Tezuka just stood there. Fuji was still in his arms, unharmed and unmoving. It had started raining without either of them noticing. Soft and small drops, almost like powder snow, starting to shower the formerly suffocating night. The whole Tokyo was in a state of freshness again. The broken lamppost was now over their heads. Light flashing, shadows glowing. It was awfully romantic.
It was almost magical, Tezuka decided.
But his train of thoughts was suddenly cut off by a series of light chuckles, which soon turned into a fit of wild giggles. The petite boy was still in his arms, but he was now shaking uncontrollably. The boy's face flushed a cute shade of pink, showing that he had been holding back for quite some time already.
It was kind of cute, with the apple colored face and childish giggles. Though it just added to his weird suspicion. Could it be...
"Maa, Saeki is my childhood friend. He should be home now, sulking. We really should thank him properly."
And Tezuka could only agree. Not only would he probably have never stepped out of his hiding place if not for that Saeki guy, the punch he delivered to that guy was also a bit fiercer than he had intended. He just hoped it wouldn't be leaving any bruises, although he didn't even know how the guy looked like. He really should give that guy a proper thank you, together with an apology too. But for now...
For now, Fuji's face was glowing, almost luminescent. The light was suddenly flashing on and off in a wild rhythm, lacing his oceanic orbs with a newfound sparkling joy. The boy looked so dreamy, but Tezuka knew this was not a dream.
He reminded himself to make a visit to that poor guy, much later.
"Let's go."
"Saa."
The lamplight was still flashing, making weird shadows here and there. Though it didn't feel creepy, nor did his eyes hurt anymore. But still, he would report this to the involved party. It was too dangerous. He was a police; he should do his best to protect the residents here, whether it was Fuji or not.
Really.
A/N: The original title was "Waiting For The Eleven Comes", thou Ai-chan told me it didn't really make sense, so I changed it into the current title. I had thought of another title before, but I didn't feel like using it (that another title was "Broken Lamppost", in case anyone wanna know).
**Posted to: tezukafuji , 4_d_luv_of_fuji