More TeniPuri~
Title: The End is the Beginning of Everything
Pairing: Previous Perfect Pair, AtoFu
Warnings: Definitely OOC... Especially at the very end... Not satisfied with this, couldn't capture the feeling very well.
And everything all fell apart. He had known that Tezuka's family were very heavy on the traditional standards, yet he had gone ahead and had a relationship with the stoic man. Why? After all, Fuji had realized just by looking at the group, that they expected their son to marry a lady of their choice, to carry on their heritage.
With a bitter laugh and half opened eyes, he looked down sorrowfully at the pictures he had taken of Tezuka. Of his captain smiling, even if it was faintly, a bright light in his eyes. He had been a fool to even think that he could have held a steady relationship with the other. Not when his ex-lover had willingly (To think, that after years of staying with him, Tezuka would willingly go to his family!) gone to the girl that had been chosen beforehand for him and married her. Did so many years of showing affection not affect the captain?
Grabbing the pictures that he had been looking at, Fuji started towards the trash, the thing that he was about to do weighing heavily on him. How hard was it, throwing away pictures of a former lover, and trying to start a new life without the said person? Especially when he had been betrayed, thrown away, used like he had been nothing...
But so many years of being together... How could he do so? Wavering between his decision to toss the pictures and start anew, or to stay and reminisce about them, Fuji stood there lost, wondering what to do. If he just threw them away, there would be so many bittersweet memories lost, but if he kept them, how could he ever move on from the man he thought he had loved?
Snapped out of his indecision by the knocks on his and Tezuka's, no, his now, apartment door, Fuji wondered who would be there. After all, they had made very little friends during their highschool and college years, and the Seigaku ones had already tried calling him, offering their condolences. There should have been no one else to call.
Opening the door cautiously, wondering who was there, Fuji's eyes widened at the sight of Atobe in front of him. "Keigo! What are you doing here?" he asked, smiling, in an attempt to get back his usual mask. "What happened to your usual entourage?"
"Hmph. Ore-sama hardly needed them for this," sniffed Atobe, stepping inside the apartment without being invited in. How like him to just think that he could waltz in a person's domain without being ushered in. But, there were always exceptions made towards exceptionally rich people...
"So, why did you come, Keigo?" asked Fuji curiously, temporarily forgetting about being tossed aside, instead intrigued by the reason of Atobe coming to him. "After all, why would you come to my home for no reason?"
"Ore-sama was recently informed of your break up with Kunimitsu. Being the-" Stopping slightly, seeing the way that Fuji seemed to be so melancholy and broken, just standing there, Atobe fell speechless. Who knew that Tezuka leaving the tensai would impact the other so much. After all, the teasing way that Fuji seemed to flirt with other men seemed to give the illusion that he was not faithful or attached to Tezuka.
An awkward silence fell between the two, as one couldn't help but try to keep the cascading emotions and the other standing there realizing that he had gone into a taboo area. Sighing at how weak and vulnerable the tensai looked, how it didn't seem to suit the male, Atobe glanced at the things in Fuji's hands. Were those photos? And of Tezuka?
Walking over to the desolate male, Atobe took the photos out of Fuji's hands, glancing at them. He could see the fine details, how the camera seemed to capture everything, how it seemed framed in love. "Keep them." he stated softly. "Even if they remind you, they'll let you remember the days you had with Kunimitsu..."
Drawing off awkwardly, Atobe didn't know what to do. But, seeing Fuji so heartbroken was killing him, so with a sigh of acquiescence, he drew the other into his arms, not minding the slight wetness that seemed to be falling. He would have to support and hold up the tensai himself, instead of leaving it to his friends. After all, he seemed to fragile, almost like a doll... But an exquisite one, one that was befitting for someone as grandiose as he was. (At least, that was what he was trying to convince himself when in fact he had become enraptured with this vulnerable side of Fuji)
"It's fine. It's alright to let everything out," he crooned softly.
Pairing: Previous Perfect Pair, AtoFu
Warnings: Definitely OOC... Especially at the very end... Not satisfied with this, couldn't capture the feeling very well.
And everything all fell apart. He had known that Tezuka's family were very heavy on the traditional standards, yet he had gone ahead and had a relationship with the stoic man. Why? After all, Fuji had realized just by looking at the group, that they expected their son to marry a lady of their choice, to carry on their heritage.
With a bitter laugh and half opened eyes, he looked down sorrowfully at the pictures he had taken of Tezuka. Of his captain smiling, even if it was faintly, a bright light in his eyes. He had been a fool to even think that he could have held a steady relationship with the other. Not when his ex-lover had willingly (To think, that after years of staying with him, Tezuka would willingly go to his family!) gone to the girl that had been chosen beforehand for him and married her. Did so many years of showing affection not affect the captain?
Grabbing the pictures that he had been looking at, Fuji started towards the trash, the thing that he was about to do weighing heavily on him. How hard was it, throwing away pictures of a former lover, and trying to start a new life without the said person? Especially when he had been betrayed, thrown away, used like he had been nothing...
But so many years of being together... How could he do so? Wavering between his decision to toss the pictures and start anew, or to stay and reminisce about them, Fuji stood there lost, wondering what to do. If he just threw them away, there would be so many bittersweet memories lost, but if he kept them, how could he ever move on from the man he thought he had loved?
Snapped out of his indecision by the knocks on his and Tezuka's, no, his now, apartment door, Fuji wondered who would be there. After all, they had made very little friends during their highschool and college years, and the Seigaku ones had already tried calling him, offering their condolences. There should have been no one else to call.
Opening the door cautiously, wondering who was there, Fuji's eyes widened at the sight of Atobe in front of him. "Keigo! What are you doing here?" he asked, smiling, in an attempt to get back his usual mask. "What happened to your usual entourage?"
"Hmph. Ore-sama hardly needed them for this," sniffed Atobe, stepping inside the apartment without being invited in. How like him to just think that he could waltz in a person's domain without being ushered in. But, there were always exceptions made towards exceptionally rich people...
"So, why did you come, Keigo?" asked Fuji curiously, temporarily forgetting about being tossed aside, instead intrigued by the reason of Atobe coming to him. "After all, why would you come to my home for no reason?"
"Ore-sama was recently informed of your break up with Kunimitsu. Being the-" Stopping slightly, seeing the way that Fuji seemed to be so melancholy and broken, just standing there, Atobe fell speechless. Who knew that Tezuka leaving the tensai would impact the other so much. After all, the teasing way that Fuji seemed to flirt with other men seemed to give the illusion that he was not faithful or attached to Tezuka.
An awkward silence fell between the two, as one couldn't help but try to keep the cascading emotions and the other standing there realizing that he had gone into a taboo area. Sighing at how weak and vulnerable the tensai looked, how it didn't seem to suit the male, Atobe glanced at the things in Fuji's hands. Were those photos? And of Tezuka?
Walking over to the desolate male, Atobe took the photos out of Fuji's hands, glancing at them. He could see the fine details, how the camera seemed to capture everything, how it seemed framed in love. "Keep them." he stated softly. "Even if they remind you, they'll let you remember the days you had with Kunimitsu..."
Drawing off awkwardly, Atobe didn't know what to do. But, seeing Fuji so heartbroken was killing him, so with a sigh of acquiescence, he drew the other into his arms, not minding the slight wetness that seemed to be falling. He would have to support and hold up the tensai himself, instead of leaving it to his friends. After all, he seemed to fragile, almost like a doll... But an exquisite one, one that was befitting for someone as grandiose as he was. (At least, that was what he was trying to convince himself when in fact he had become enraptured with this vulnerable side of Fuji)
"It's fine. It's alright to let everything out," he crooned softly.