[fic] Newton's Third
shenguin, as promised, I wrote more. I even wrote your specific Guitar Hero fic, though it's kind of weird and convoluted and I don't even know. DO YOU GUYS LIKE MY NEW ICON? (This is the one my sister saw. |D)
Title: Newton's Third
Words: ~800
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: G
Warnings: A lot of parenthesis. Also, I have never played Guitar Hero before.
Summary: They play Guitar Hero (or, more accurately, they try to; even more accurately, Fuji tries to while Tezuka tries to study) and Tezuka is very bad at it (no surprise--his mind is elsewhere, after all).
They had gone downstairs for snacks and Tezuka had fully intended to just grab them and go right back up to Fuji's room to study. That may have been Fuji's intent too, but a few moments of freedom made it difficult to return (studying is not quite a hellhole, but it's close; oddly enough, Tezuka's presence makes it worse which is something Fuji had not anticipated but perhaps should have, since Tezuka is a model student and studies studiously and intently while ignoring Fuji). This may have affected his sudden and not wholly unexpected decision to veer from the agreed upon return path to his room and into the living room.
Perhaps Tezuka should have known better to follow him in. Perhaps he should have remembered that he was dealing with Fuji, who would not have gone on a tangent unless there was a purpose behind it. Perhaps he should have been more aware, but three hours of pure studying gets to the bottom of anyone's patience and when you're out of patience then it really is very hard to remember certain principles on which certain relationships are built, especially one as laden with intricacies as the one he had with Fuji (calling it a relationship wasn't quite right; a contract, perhaps, would be better-'relationship' is such a vague word). So while he might have remembered the very basic law of their interaction (very much like Newton's third; for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, only without the certainty of Newton's laws because Fuji's reactions varied and he might choose to respond to outside stimulus or he might not), Tezuka might have forgotten some of the principles built from that law, many of which were equally important (if Fuji led, then things could get very bad very fast, especially if there was something that they were supposed to be doing).
He frowned when Fuji handed him the plastic guitar and reminded Fuji that they were supposed to be studying, a bit naïve on his part, but again, he was not at his best just then.
Fuji smiled, nodded, and promised that they would just play one game and then they could go back, and wasn't it better if they took a break anyways?
Tezuka frowned and didn't consider arguing, because by the time he won that argument they would have already finished a game of Guitar Hero anyways. He took the guitar, obedient as ever, and waited for Fuji to get to the actual game part of it all while he tried to remember exactly how the quadratic formula worked and if they would need to know the food vocabulary for their English exam. The game started, Tezuka idly pushed some buttons (x is equal to a squared over b squared, no that's not right, that's Pythagorean's theorem, almost, not quite, no, x is equal to...) and waited for the game to finish.
He didn't realize that Fuji had stopped playing and was watching him, amused. The music continued and he continued pushing buttons (the Meiji era starts in 1912 right before the first World War, no, that can't be right, it ended before then). The game ended and Tezuka didn't realize until Fuji put his hand on Tezuka's wrist.
"What?" he snapped irritably and looked up. Fuji as shaking, slightly, and Tezuka was not happy at all with the way his eyes were full of mirth and his lips were pursed.
"You are," Fuji said, and his voice was choked, "the worst Guitar Hero player I've ever met."
Tezuka nodded and handed Fuji the guitar. Fuji refused, saying that that wasn't really a game, that it didn't count.
Tezuka finally realized that he should have argued, that once they start they won't stop, but it was too late now. Fuji had started a new game and watched him like a hawk or an overprotective girlfriend. Tezuka sighed and watched the screen. Red, yellow, yellow, blue, green, red-green, hold the red, green-green-green-green, blue, red, yellow. He glanced to Fuji's side of the screen and realized that Fuji had stopped again. He turned to glare, saw Fuji on the couch and Fuji's guitar on the floor, and he crossed his arms, or as much as he could with a plastic guitar in hand. Fuji wasn't quite laughing, but it was only by a valiant effort.
"Fuji," he started, but that was the crack on the dam that breaks the entire structure, because Fuji burst out laughing and couldn't seem to stop.
Tezuka waited patiently.
"Sorry," Fuji said when he could breathe again. "You're really bad at this."
Tezuka did not dignify that with a verbal response. Instead, he turned out of the room and went right up to Fuji's bed, where he had left his history book. Fuji followed a few minutes later, after putting everything away, and sat down right across from him, a smirk plastered on his face.
Title: Newton's Third
Words: ~800
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: G
Warnings: A lot of parenthesis. Also, I have never played Guitar Hero before.
Summary: They play Guitar Hero (or, more accurately, they try to; even more accurately, Fuji tries to while Tezuka tries to study) and Tezuka is very bad at it (no surprise--his mind is elsewhere, after all).
They had gone downstairs for snacks and Tezuka had fully intended to just grab them and go right back up to Fuji's room to study. That may have been Fuji's intent too, but a few moments of freedom made it difficult to return (studying is not quite a hellhole, but it's close; oddly enough, Tezuka's presence makes it worse which is something Fuji had not anticipated but perhaps should have, since Tezuka is a model student and studies studiously and intently while ignoring Fuji). This may have affected his sudden and not wholly unexpected decision to veer from the agreed upon return path to his room and into the living room.
Perhaps Tezuka should have known better to follow him in. Perhaps he should have remembered that he was dealing with Fuji, who would not have gone on a tangent unless there was a purpose behind it. Perhaps he should have been more aware, but three hours of pure studying gets to the bottom of anyone's patience and when you're out of patience then it really is very hard to remember certain principles on which certain relationships are built, especially one as laden with intricacies as the one he had with Fuji (calling it a relationship wasn't quite right; a contract, perhaps, would be better-'relationship' is such a vague word). So while he might have remembered the very basic law of their interaction (very much like Newton's third; for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, only without the certainty of Newton's laws because Fuji's reactions varied and he might choose to respond to outside stimulus or he might not), Tezuka might have forgotten some of the principles built from that law, many of which were equally important (if Fuji led, then things could get very bad very fast, especially if there was something that they were supposed to be doing).
He frowned when Fuji handed him the plastic guitar and reminded Fuji that they were supposed to be studying, a bit naïve on his part, but again, he was not at his best just then.
Fuji smiled, nodded, and promised that they would just play one game and then they could go back, and wasn't it better if they took a break anyways?
Tezuka frowned and didn't consider arguing, because by the time he won that argument they would have already finished a game of Guitar Hero anyways. He took the guitar, obedient as ever, and waited for Fuji to get to the actual game part of it all while he tried to remember exactly how the quadratic formula worked and if they would need to know the food vocabulary for their English exam. The game started, Tezuka idly pushed some buttons (x is equal to a squared over b squared, no that's not right, that's Pythagorean's theorem, almost, not quite, no, x is equal to...) and waited for the game to finish.
He didn't realize that Fuji had stopped playing and was watching him, amused. The music continued and he continued pushing buttons (the Meiji era starts in 1912 right before the first World War, no, that can't be right, it ended before then). The game ended and Tezuka didn't realize until Fuji put his hand on Tezuka's wrist.
"What?" he snapped irritably and looked up. Fuji as shaking, slightly, and Tezuka was not happy at all with the way his eyes were full of mirth and his lips were pursed.
"You are," Fuji said, and his voice was choked, "the worst Guitar Hero player I've ever met."
Tezuka nodded and handed Fuji the guitar. Fuji refused, saying that that wasn't really a game, that it didn't count.
Tezuka finally realized that he should have argued, that once they start they won't stop, but it was too late now. Fuji had started a new game and watched him like a hawk or an overprotective girlfriend. Tezuka sighed and watched the screen. Red, yellow, yellow, blue, green, red-green, hold the red, green-green-green-green, blue, red, yellow. He glanced to Fuji's side of the screen and realized that Fuji had stopped again. He turned to glare, saw Fuji on the couch and Fuji's guitar on the floor, and he crossed his arms, or as much as he could with a plastic guitar in hand. Fuji wasn't quite laughing, but it was only by a valiant effort.
"Fuji," he started, but that was the crack on the dam that breaks the entire structure, because Fuji burst out laughing and couldn't seem to stop.
Tezuka waited patiently.
"Sorry," Fuji said when he could breathe again. "You're really bad at this."
Tezuka did not dignify that with a verbal response. Instead, he turned out of the room and went right up to Fuji's bed, where he had left his history book. Fuji followed a few minutes later, after putting everything away, and sat down right across from him, a smirk plastered on his face.