[Chapter 3 / ?] Falling Snow

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Title: Falling Snow [Chapter 3/ ?]
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Author: Saida
Pairing: TezuRyo
Notes: Wrote it last year and posted in ww.fanfiction.net
Disclaimer: I do not own them. :D
Summary: What will Tezuka and Ryoma do to handle his new life? How will they go through the hardships and and obstacles in their future?



Sanada was sitting at a restaurant where he and Yukimura were supposed to meet. While drinking the water he had ordered, his cell phone rang. He smiled when he saw the id name on the screen of his phone. Yukimura Seiichi.

“Hello,” Sanada said when he answered the phone.

“Hello, Gen,” Yukimura’s loving voice was heard. “I have a bad news.”

Sanada stiffened. Yukimura has a bad news? Immediately, the young kendo master feared for the worse. “Seiichi, did you get hurt? Did your old illness attack again?”

Yukimura chuckled. “No, it’s nothing like that, Gen,” he said, “Though I appreciate your concern.”

Sanada let out his breath in relief. “So, what is it?” he asked.

“It’s about our lunch today,” Yukimura said. “I can’t make it.”

Being the understanding lover he is, Sanada said, “It’s alright. We could always have dinner.” Although Sanada hadn’t seen Yukimura for a few days now since Yukimura had a conference in Osaka three days ago, and Sanada was equally busy at his dojo but he understood Yukimura’s tight schedule.

“So, is it my place, or your place?” Yukimura asked.

Sanada blushed slightly. “My place,” he answered.

“Alright then,” Yukimura said. After saying goodbye, he hung up.

Yukimura and Ryoma were eating lunch together. Ryoma gave Yukimura a glare, saying, “Why did you lie to Sanada-senpai?”

“You do wish to keep your presence a secret, don’t you?” the older guy asked.

“Then why did you ask me out if you have another appointment?” Ryoma asked.

“Because your mom said you’ve been cooping yourself in the house again,” Yukimura answered.

“Why are you checking up on me in the first place? And how did you get my mother to cooperate?”

“I am your doctor after all, and if it’s about your health, of course your mom will cooperate. I hope that answers your question,” the dark haired doctor said.

Ryoma just scowled and ate his lunch.

Sanada just couldn’t believe his eyes. When he left the restaurant, the dojo owner decided to take a little detour back to his dojo. When he passed a small café, he saw two very familiar people, a blue-haired guy and greenish black-haired guy in their early twenties.

‘But Ryoma couldn’t be in Japan,’ Sanada thought, trying to reason with himself. He shook of his thought and said to himself, “No, Seiichi wouldn’t cheat on me, and Ryoma wouldn’t do it to Tezuka.”

Sanada continued his walk to the dojo with this thought in his head, ‘I must believe in Seiichi.’

As soon as Tezuka arrived to his apartment, he immediately turned on the television. Today, finally, is the opening of the US Open. While waiting for the opening ceremony, the brunette kept his briefcase and made a hot cup of cocoa.

With a book in his left hand and a mug of hot cocoa in his right, Tezuka sat on the couch located just in front of the television. Since the tournament hadn’t started, Tezuka continued reading his book. However, the interview had brought his eyes back to the screen. It was an interview of Ryoga and Kevin.

“So, Mr. Ryoga, how do you feel now that the U.S. Open has finally begins?” the reporter named Jane, asked.

“How can I not be happy if there’re pretty ladies like you?” Ryoga answered. He continued waving at his fan girls at the sideline.

With a sigh, the reporter turned Kevin. “How about you, Mr. Kevin?”

With a smirk on his face, Kevin answered, “Ecstatic.”

“A few weeks ago, Ryoma Echizen, the Samurai Junior, announced to the media that he won’t be competing in this year’s competition. How do you feel about that?”

Before Ryoga could answer, Kevin said, “I feel disappointed.” Then, with his fist in front his face, he added in, “Even if I’m now an Echizen but Ryoma is still the only one I acknowledge as my rival.” He looked, or rather glared directly at camera. “Ryoma, you better train properly while you’re in Japan or I’ll cat-nap your precious cat!”

“Hey!” came a protest from Ryoga. “What’s that suppose to mean? I’m as good as Ryoma!” Ryoga growled.

Kevin snorted. “Yeah right.” He walked away.

“Hey, where are you going?” Ryoga said as he practically ran after his adopted brother.

The reported, Jane, and her crew had a huge sweat drop at the back of their head. She looked at the camera and said, “Well, that’s everything from Ryoga Echizen and Kevin Echizen. Stay tune to ESPN we’ll be back with the opening ceremony.”

Tezuka turned off the television, still couldn’t believe what he had heard. ‘So, he’s in Japan,’ Tezuka thought. Everything seems so far as he was lost in his own world. ‘Why didn’t he call me?’

In another part of Tokyo, Sanada was sitting in front of the television. Since Yukimura worked night shift that day, the dojo owner decided to reward himself by sit down, relax and watch the opening ceremony for the U.S. Open. However, what he saw wasn’t exactly one could say something that would make a relaxing night. Sanada just saw the interview featuring Kevin and Ryoga.

‘So, Ryoma is in Japan,’ he thought. The thought that he had been trying to forget from a week before, which he had already almost forgetting, came back into his mind. ‘Was it really Ryoma the one I saw at the café?’

“Damn them!” Ryoma cursed for the hundredth time while Karupin was drinking his milk near the kitchen’s refrigerator.

“What did they do this time, Ryoma?” his mother asked, carrying her own breakfast to the table.

“They revealed where I am to the media,” the young tennis pro answered with a murderous look in his eyes. He grudgingly put the deep fried shrimps in his mouth.

Rinko laughed at his son's childishness. “You know your brothers just talk without thinking but they mean no harm.” She sat down in front of Ryoma. “Besides, you never cared if anyone knew where your location is before.”

‘It’s not anyone I’m worried about,’ Ryoma thought, looking down.

Suddenly they heard the doorbell rang, thus making Ryoma snap out of his thought.

“I wonder who comes this early in the morning,” Rinko thought out loud. She stood up and went to the door. “Ah, Kunimitsu-san.”

Ryoma’s head immediately turned to the direction of the door. Indeed, standing at the doorway is the one and only, Tezuka Kunimitsu. He closed his eyes, ‘Why must it be him?’

“Rinko-san, I was wondering if- Is Ryoma here?” Tezuka asked. After the Ryoga’s and Kevin’s interview, Tezuka had tried to call Ryoma a few times, but he didn’t answer. So, Tezuka decided to visit Ryoma’s house even though he was not sure if Ryoma was really there or not.

She opened the door wider. “Come on in.” After the young doctor entered, Rinko led him to the kitchen. However, Ryoma is no longer there. “Ara, it looks like he’s no longer here.”

“Rinko-san, may I?” Tezuka asked.

Knowing what Tezuka meant, Rinko answered, “Of course.”

Ryoma, lying down on his bed while stroking Karupin’s fur, said to himself, “He came earlier than I expected. I can’t believe he’s really here.”

“You couldn’t believe who is here, Ryoma?” a voice that was so familiar asked.

Ryoma startled. He didn’t here the door opened. He saw the familiar face and softly said, “Kunimitsu.”

Tezuka closed the door softly. Ryoma was staring at the floor hard as to not look at Tezuka. The doctor went in front of his lover. “I need to know, Ryoma. Why?” he asked.

Although Ryoma knew pretty well what Tezuka meant but he asked, “Why what?” He didn’t even looked at Tezuka.

“Why you didn’t answer any of my calls, or why you didn’t even bother to tell me you’re in Japan?” There was evidence of hurt in his voice.

Ryoma felt that his tears are threatening to fall. ‘I’m sorry,’ he thought, still staring at the floor.

“Did I do something wrong?” Tezuka asked.

“No,” Ryoma muttered so softly that Tezuka barely manage to hear it.

“Then why Ryoma?!” Tezuka didn’t intend to yell but his voice went out louder than he expected.

“I’m scared,” Ryoma said, tears running down his cheeks. ‘Damn,’ he thought to himself. Ryoma hated to be weak, especially in front of Tezuka.

“Shh, Ryoma,” Tezuka said. When he saw the tears dropped on the wooden floor, he immediately knelt down in front of his lover. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.”

“That’s not- not what I’m scared off,” Ryoma said, trying to dry up his tears with his hands, but it kept on falling.

“Then what, baby?” Tezuka asked softly. He was about to reach out to Ryoma but the young tennis player stood up. Thus, Tezuka is left staring at Ryoma’s back.

Ryoma sighed. “Kunimitsu, I’m pregnant.”

Tezuka was caught off guard. “I beg your pardon,” he said.

Ryoma closed his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly; it’s practically white now. “I’m pregnant,” he repeated. When Tezuka didn’t say anything, Ryoma immediately thought of the worst. “God, I’m a freak, aren’t I?” His tears started running down again. “I understand if you want to leave,” he said, his voice barely above whisper, but due to Tezuka’s sharp hearing, he heard him.

Ryoma was expecting Tezuka to walk out on him but instead, something else happened. Ryoma felt familiar warmth embracing him. “Idiot,” he whispered in Ryoma’s ear. “Do you really think I’ll leave you just because of that?” Tezuka began sniffing Ryoma’s hair, and then he trailed down to Ryoma’s neck and kissed it. Then, he asked, “Ryoma, do you still remember our promise?” He bit Ryoma’s neck softly.

Ryoma moaned. “I would never forget.”

“Then why didn’t you trust me enough?” Tezuka asked. He slowly turned Ryoma facing him.

“I’m sorry, Kunimitsu,” Ryoma said. Tezuka didn’t say anything. Instead, he slowly pulled Ryoma in an embrace.

“I’m sorry for doubting you, Kunimitsu,” he said.

“It’s okay,” Tezuka replied and gave Ryoma a light kiss on the lips. Suddenly, Tezuka thought of an idea. “Ryoma, follow me,” the older man said, taking Ryoma’s right hand and leading him downstairs.

“Where are we going?” Ryoma asked with his tear-streaked face.

“Just follow,” Tezuka said with a persistent voice.

On the way out the door, they passed Ryoma’s mother. “Rinko-san, I need to take Ryoma somewhere.”

“Sure, Kunimitsu-san,” Rinko said, “but be sure to call me if Ryoma will be staying over at your place.”

“I will,” Tezuka replied.

“I’m going,” Ryoma said.

Rinko smiled. “Be safe,” she said.

After Tezuka and Ryoma went out of the house, Rinko returned to the kitchen. With a knowing smile, she thought, ‘I hope they’ll work everything out.’

Tezuka drove for about ten minutes. In the mean while, Ryoma asked, “Where are you taking me, Kuni?”

Right at that moment, the car stopped. Tezuka went out of the car. Then, he went to Ryoma’s side and opened the door for him. Ryoma looked around. The man with black tinted green hair had a slight idea about the reason they’re at this place but he just had to be sure.

“Kunimitsu, why are we at the Registration Office?” Ryoma choked out the question.

“You should know the answer to that by now,” Tezuka answered. He took Ryoma’s hand and led him into the building.

“Tezuka, I know we used to be a team but it still does not explain why you barged in into my office like this?” as always, the calm Oshitari asked. But his eyes said otherwise.

After graduating from Cambridge with a major in Law, Oshitari Yuushi returned to Japan and became a temporary District Officer before starting his job as a lawyer.

“Oshitari, I want to make a marriage registration,” Tezuka said seriously.

Two heads shot towards Tezuka. “What?” both Ryoma and Oshitari said. Well, Ryoma is more to a surprised tone and the latter is calmer.

“I love you, Ryoma, and I’ll prove it to you,” Tezuka said, “by taking responsibility,” he added in.

“But your parents-” Ryoma stated.

“I’ll deal with that later,” Tezuka cut in. He looked at Oshitari. “Will you help me or not?”

Oshitari sighed. “It’s not like I could say no.” The man with dark blue hair stood up and went to one of the cabinets in his office. Then, he took out some documents and returned to his seat. By now, Tezuka and Ryoma were already seated in front of him.

“Fill in this document and sign it,” Oshitari said to Ryoma and Tezuka. He handed Tezuka and Ryoma a document each. After doing as Oshitari instructed, they gave the document back to Oshitari, who read it out loud, “I, Tezuka Kunimitsu, takes Echizen Ryoma as my lawfully wedded husband; to hold and to love, in sickness and in health till death do us part.” After that, Oshitari read Ryoma’s document. “Now you are lawfully married,” the soon-to-be lawyer said.

“Kunimitsu,” Ryoma said softly as Tezuka caressed his face softly.

“I love you and nothing will change that,” Tezuka whispered in his spouse’s ear while wrapping his hands around Ryoma’s waist. “Now you are mine till death do us part.”

Oshitari pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He smiled to himself. ‘Hmm, I envy them sometimes. I wish Gakuto and I could be like that.’ He shook his head and sighed. ‘As an heir to a wealthy family, that is not an option for us no matter how much we love each other.’

“Oshitari,” Tezuka said, snapping the soon-to-be lawyer from his daydreams.

“Yes?”

“Thanks for the favor,” Tezuka said.

“It’s nothing,” the other man said.

Ryoma nodded his head at Oshitari and he and after saying goodbye, Ryoma and Tezuka left the office.

Oshitari slumped back on his chair. He took the locket hanging around his neck and opened it. “Gakuto,” he said to himself.

“Now, where are we going, Kunimitsu?” Ryoma asked, looking at Tezuka, who is currently driving the car.

“Lunch,” Tezuka answered. “I presume you must be hungry by now.” Right at that moment, Ryoma’s stomach betrayed him by giving a growl. Tezuka chuckled. “So, lunch it is.” He added in, "And while we're at it, do you mind telling how all of this happened?"

potpotpot

skip lunch

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Tezuka and Ryoma were now sitting on a bench, enjoying the view of the beach and sea. Ryoma was leaning against Tezuka’s body with his eyes closed while Tezuka has his hand around Ryoma.

“This is nice,” Ryoma said.

“Un,” Tezuka said, but in his thought he was thinking about other things. How will he tell his parents?

tbc

ONE WEEK LATER