Kawamura Takashi & Fuji Shuusuke - Prince of Tennis
Subject Line: Kawamura Takashi & Fuji Shuusuke
Title: Trust
Author: pixxers
Theme: #5 Commitment
Rating: PG
A/N ~ The last stage :( I've really enjoyed this challenge. Thanks to all who followed along. ♥
Trust
Kawamura Takashi had long anticipated his last day in Junior High as the one true turning point in his young life. Looking ahead to what would be and saying goodbye to what had been - that was the promise he’d made to his father.
Some part of him was eager to become what his family hoped for; he wanted so badly to make them proud, to carry his father’s tradition. Some part of him was sad; it felt as though he were saying goodbye to his childhood - to dreams that would forever be unrealized.
Save one.
He turned, glancing over his shoulder at the most important constant in his life, and offered a reassuring smile to his boyfriend? Lover? More than a year had passed and Kawamura was still unable to label what they were to each other. His inability to put a name to their relationship caused him no distress, however, as the feelings he harbored for Fuji Shuusuke were such that he doubted any one word would be adequate.
“This is stupid. It’s not as though we won’t still play on the weekends sometimes.”
Fuji nodded, expression unchanged. “I know how you love a ceremony, Takashi.”
Coloring faintly, Kawamura would never know just how that blush affected his lover. “I’m not so dramatic as all that. It just feels so…final.”
“And final it is. Things will be different from now on. It’s only natural to want to acknowledge that.”
Kawamura sighed, zipped up the garment bag that held his Seigaku uniform and hung it in the back of the closet. When he closed the door, he realized that he felt much more light-hearted, more optimistic than he imagined that he would. Reaching for Fuji, he offered the shorter boy a genuine smile. “Not everything will be different, I hope.”
Taking Kawamura’s hand, Fuji allowed himself to be tugged into that familiar, comforting embrace and was silent while Kawamura held him. “We can be different, too. Different does not equal bad.”
Kawamura nodded, he knew that better than anyone. “But you’ll stay with me?” He asked, so hesitant, even after all this time. Fuji smiled against the soft warmth of Kawamura’s dress coat; old habits died hard, he knew.
Wrapping his arms around Fuji’s slight frame, Kawamura held him tight, allowing himself this one indulgence.
When Kawamura didn’t push, didn’t seek an answer to a question that didn’t bear asking, Fuji leaned up to kiss his lover’s mouth. “I love you. Your obligations, your choices, will never change that.”
Closing his eyes, Kawamura pressed a kiss to Fuji’s hair, lingering as he was so seldom able to. “I could never give you up.”
Fuji laughed softly. “I should learn to wait tables, then. If your obligations are mine, perhaps you’ll worry less and trust more, ne?”
Kawamura shook his head. “I trust you, Shuusuke.”
Fuji glanced up, gaze intent. “Trust in us.”
Twining their fingers when he initiated the next kiss, words were unnecessary between them. He knew Fuji’s heart.
Title: Trust
Author: pixxers
Theme: #5 Commitment
Rating: PG
A/N ~ The last stage :( I've really enjoyed this challenge. Thanks to all who followed along. ♥
Trust
Kawamura Takashi had long anticipated his last day in Junior High as the one true turning point in his young life. Looking ahead to what would be and saying goodbye to what had been - that was the promise he’d made to his father.
Some part of him was eager to become what his family hoped for; he wanted so badly to make them proud, to carry his father’s tradition. Some part of him was sad; it felt as though he were saying goodbye to his childhood - to dreams that would forever be unrealized.
Save one.
He turned, glancing over his shoulder at the most important constant in his life, and offered a reassuring smile to his boyfriend? Lover? More than a year had passed and Kawamura was still unable to label what they were to each other. His inability to put a name to their relationship caused him no distress, however, as the feelings he harbored for Fuji Shuusuke were such that he doubted any one word would be adequate.
“This is stupid. It’s not as though we won’t still play on the weekends sometimes.”
Fuji nodded, expression unchanged. “I know how you love a ceremony, Takashi.”
Coloring faintly, Kawamura would never know just how that blush affected his lover. “I’m not so dramatic as all that. It just feels so…final.”
“And final it is. Things will be different from now on. It’s only natural to want to acknowledge that.”
Kawamura sighed, zipped up the garment bag that held his Seigaku uniform and hung it in the back of the closet. When he closed the door, he realized that he felt much more light-hearted, more optimistic than he imagined that he would. Reaching for Fuji, he offered the shorter boy a genuine smile. “Not everything will be different, I hope.”
Taking Kawamura’s hand, Fuji allowed himself to be tugged into that familiar, comforting embrace and was silent while Kawamura held him. “We can be different, too. Different does not equal bad.”
Kawamura nodded, he knew that better than anyone. “But you’ll stay with me?” He asked, so hesitant, even after all this time. Fuji smiled against the soft warmth of Kawamura’s dress coat; old habits died hard, he knew.
Wrapping his arms around Fuji’s slight frame, Kawamura held him tight, allowing himself this one indulgence.
When Kawamura didn’t push, didn’t seek an answer to a question that didn’t bear asking, Fuji leaned up to kiss his lover’s mouth. “I love you. Your obligations, your choices, will never change that.”
Closing his eyes, Kawamura pressed a kiss to Fuji’s hair, lingering as he was so seldom able to. “I could never give you up.”
Fuji laughed softly. “I should learn to wait tables, then. If your obligations are mine, perhaps you’ll worry less and trust more, ne?”
Kawamura shook his head. “I trust you, Shuusuke.”
Fuji glanced up, gaze intent. “Trust in us.”
Twining their fingers when he initiated the next kiss, words were unnecessary between them. He knew Fuji’s heart.