Dinner Unter Freuden for Sagely-Sea
Title: Dinner unter Freunden
Author: Monarchist
Recipient: sagely_sea
Pairing/Characters: Tezuka, Atobe
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Canon-verse future AU.
Summary: Tezuka has a layover. Atobe's business dinner gets cancelled.
Notes: All places mentioned are real.
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It was only supposed to be for one night. Tezuka had enough of a layover that staying in a hotel was the logical option. Thankfully he was familiar with Munich and took a cab to the Hotel Vier Jahreszeiten even though it was in the city center and rather far away from the airport. He couldn't help that he always stayed there when he was in a tournament being held in Munich.
After checking in, a bell hop brought him up to his room on the third floor. The junior suite was perfectly minimalist and he tipped the bell hop despite only carrying up one bag of his. Tezuka remembered not to bow, but replied with a brief 'thank you' as the man left.
With two hours before dinner, Tezuka allowed himself some down time. He showered, wrote in his journal, and answered a few emails before changing into a pair of slacks and a button-down shirt. With the weather being decent, Tezuka forwent a cab and walked to Spatenhaus an der Oper. It was less busy than he expected, so he requested a table near the window.
--
There was supposed to be a business meeting. Atobe checked his watch and tapped his foot impatiently on the marble floor of the Platzl Hotel München. He had half a mind to cancel this ridiculous venture; the company his father was having him look into had a horrific stock market value. Buying them out would only be due to pity rather than a substantial investment to the Atobe Corp umbrella.
The man he was supposed to meet was late. A good half an hour late and Atobe was done waiting. He told the hostess to give the man his information if he chose to show up and asked for his table. With an apology for wasting her time, Atobe left the hotel's restaurant and took the elevator back up to his room. He replaced his three-piece suit with something more casual then left again, texting his father that the contact never showed and he was going to dinner elsewhere.
A cab dropped him off in front of the timeless Spatenhaus an der Oper. The host was about to lead him up to the third floor when he paused on the first step. Could it be?
--
Tezuka had just finished a starter salad when he heard the sound of strong footsteps coming towards him. Thinking it was the waiter, he sat back and nudged the plate to the middle of the table.
"Of all the places to run into you…" Atobe pulled out the chair opposite Tezuka and sat down.
"Atobe."
"You look well."
"Aa. Thank you."
"I'll take the pan-fried côtelette of veal," he told the waiter as soon as he came to the table. "A glass of chianti as well."
The man nodded, picked up Tezuka's plate, and walked away.
"Am I interrupting?"
Tezuka shook his head. "No."
"If I recall correctly, there isn't a tournament here this week."
"Aa. Layover before Lisbon."
Atobe nodded, surprised that the man sitting across from him willingly offered as-yet-unasked-for information. His requested glass of wine was set before him. "If his order is ready, you may bring it out."
"I can wait," Tezuka said firmly. "It would be rude not to do so."
"Of course, sirs."
"Must you undermine me at every turn?" Atobe asked after the waiter had left again.
"Manners, Atobe," Tezuka replied and took a sip of water.
Atobe could have sworn there was a slight smirk on Tezuka's face. It was a strange sight, but not unwelcome. Rather he found he wanted to see it again.
--
After dinner, Atobe picked up Tezuka's check. He received a stern look in return. There wasn't a reason to be insulted by it, after all, he had been the recipient of such glares often during joint training. In fact, he might have been shocked had he received anything else.
"Thank you," Tezuka said.
"There's no need. It's a pleasure to treat an old friend."
Old friend? Tezuka had never considered them to be anything more than acquaintances, maybe the step below a rival. Besides joint training and the occasional match, he had never done anything with Atobe to become friends. It was also strange since he felt he could count all of his friends on one hand. Oishi, Echizen, Sanada, Shiraishi… that was it.
"Aa. Well, I have an early flight…"
"Nothing says you can't indulge for a night, Tezuka. I can have your things gathered and brought to my hotel. We'll both go to the airport from there. Where are you staying?"
Tezuka felt a headache coming. Maybe it was a combination of Atobe's insistence on everything and the lack of substance his dinner had. Regardless, he shook his head.
"My hotel is a five minute walk, Atobe. You don't need to go out of your way."
Atobe clicked his tongue. "Mine happens to be the same distance away. What are the odds?"
"You might need to call Inui for that answer," Tezuka replied, deadpan, and stood. "Again, thank you for dinner, but I must take my leave."
"When is your flight?"
How could he have forgotten how pushy Atobe was? The man was ridiculous. "Five AM. I need to be rested for when I land."
"You aren't playing a match as soon as you step off the plane, Tezuka. An extra hour or two spent in the hotel bar is not going to do any harm."
"No, but I do have a press conference and a therapy session. I prefer to be sober."
"I have no intentions of getting you drunk or insisting you drink alcohol," Atobe said, well aware of Tezuka's stance on foreign substances going into his almost-perfect body. "However, I do insist that you join me for a night cap then I'll send you back to your hotel just in time to get enough rest so that you wake on time for your flight. I'll even make sure a driver is there to take you."
"Atobe."
"That's settled then." Atobe stood and pushed in his chair. "Where are you staying? The Platzl, the Vier Jahreszeiten, or the Bayerischer Hof?"
"The Vier Jahreszeiten."
Atobe hummed. "That is acceptable."
"If you insist on drinking, then the bar in your hotel would be more convenient for you."
"I shall lead the way."
--
Tezuka couldn't help but be slightly surprised that Atobe didn't hail for a taxi to take them the two blocks to the Platzl. The walk was nice, but awkwardly silent and the bar was half-full when they arrived. Atobe found them two chairs near the back. He gave the waiter their order, brandy and a lime-infused ice water.
"Do you expect you'll win?"
"Yes."
The drinks were set on the table between them and Atobe picked up the snifter. He smirked slightly then swirled the liquid around in the glass. Of course Tezuka would say that. Atobe was of the opinion that if he had replied in the negative, something was wrong.
"As I thought," Atobe said and took a sip of brandy. "Another win would open the door for very lucrative sponsorships."
Tezuka merely nodded, plucking the lime off the rim off his glass and squeezing the juice into the water.
"Of course, Nishikori has ADIDAS already, but I wouldn't be surprised if they recruit you as well. Nike has done well with both Federer and Nadal, so the exposure for them with the two top Japanese players would be immense."
"Despite the fact that Yukimura is ranked higher than Nishikori right now," Tezuka tacked on.
Atobe pursed his lips for a moment. "While that may be true, Yukimura doesn't currently have a major athletic sponsor."
"That's only because he hasn't chosen one yet."
"Oh?" Atobe made a mental note to tell Oshitari off for him not already knowing this and another to discuss why Tezuka being close enough to Yukimura to be privy to that information made him jealous. "He's fickle. I don't expect the companies to wait on his decision, regardless of how high he's ranked."
"Prince waited on Echizen," Tezuka reminded him, taking a long drink of water. "As did Mizuno for me."
"You are an exception to the rule. Echizen was only given the time because of who his father is."
"I rather think Echizen's done enough to overshadow the Samurai," Tezuka said, ignoring Atobe's first comment.
"It's not. He needs to become the world number one before he's out from under that." Atobe turned away from him and looked at the people filling the bar. The snifter was empty by the time he glanced back. "There is a reason you are ranked ahead of them both, Tezuka."
--
Despite Tezuka's insistence that he could make it back to his hotel just fine on his own, Atobe called for a car. As much as he disagreed with Atobe's methods, he appreciated the gesture. Back at the Hotel Vier Jahreszeiten, Tezuka packed what he could then slept until his phone went off at three-thirty AM.
"Tezuka. A driver will be there in half an hour to take you to the airport."
"You cancelled my wake-up call."
"I thought you needed the extra time to sleep. Also, I was informed that you don't like to sleep on planes."
Inui, Tezuka thought and let out an annoyed sigh. "Atobe."
"Thirty minutes, Tezuka," Atobe said and hung up.
Tezuka showered, dressed, finished packing, and checked out right as the driver pulled up in front of the hotel. As he expected, the door was open and waiting for him to get in, the driver prepared to take his bags. He shook his head and entered the vehicle. After almost losing his tennis bag on a trip because he had been forced to check it, he never let it out of his sight, so Tezuka refused to let the man take his luggage.
"I do apologize for interrupting your planned morning schedule," Atobe drawled and held out a thermos. "Coffee."
While Tezuka didn't think his apology was sincere, he took the thermos once he got himself situated. He also didn't question why Atobe was in the car with him as he suspected he would get some ridiculous response that would have him regret this venture. After all, it was only a thirty minute ride to the airport. He could deal with the unexpected company.
"Thank you," Tezuka said. "What kind is it?"
Why he felt the need to question his taste, Atobe would never know. "Dallmayr's Gold Iöslicher, black," he said. What did Tezuka expect him to say? Instant? Please. "I didn't add cream or sugar."
Tezuka nodded and opened the thermos to take a sip. Under normal circumstances, Atobe would have stared. Except normal circumstances involved a tennis court and the anonymity of being in a private box where Tezuka was none the wiser about his voyeurism.
"Do you like it?"
"Aa." Tezuka looked away from the window and towards Atobe. "Are you flying home?"
"No. London for a week, then Copenhagen for a few days before Vienna. Home after that."
"I see."
Atobe raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong with my schedule?"
"Not in the slightest. I was merely curious."
"I would come see you play if I wasn't otherwise already occupied."
"I have no doubt that you'll see my matches one way or another."
Tezuka had a point. Zaizen had been instrumental in getting Atobe livestreaming feeds of Tezuka's matches regardless of his location. Something about his satellite phone being perfect for GPS and strong signal. He had thanked the former Shitenhouji player by gifting him music studio equipment and a new, incredibly powerful computer.
"There are methods, yes," Atobe conceded. "I can let you know if I see anything afterwards."
"Thank you."
--
Tezuka placed the now-empty thermos into one of the cup holders and stepped out of the car. It was lighter now than it had been when they left the hotel, but headlights still illuminated the streets as other vehicles went past. He waited patiently for Atobe to emerge, thinking it quite rude if he went ahead and left to go board his flight.
"As I was telling mother, the man just didn't show up… I left messages, of course… Emailed and called, yes, father… It doesn't feel like they were all that interested in being taken over…" Atobe looked at Tezuka for a moment. "Father, may I call you back? I'm at the airport, about to see Tezuka off to Lisbon… It's fine… I saw nothing wrong… Yes, I'll make sure to tell him. Bye."
"I could have told you my shoulder was fine even without you looking at me."
"You'll have to forgive me when I say I wouldn't have believed you. We both know you like to and can mask the amount of pain you're in," Atobe said with a smirk. "Father says good luck. Not that you'll need it. Besides you, no one else in our circle is playing it. Anyway, we should check in. Your flight leaves at five, yes?"
Atobe picked up his bags and started for the entrance. Tezuka followed, thinking about the meaning behind the phrase 'our circle'. The only one he could think of was their junior high tennis circuit. Personally, he didn't think any of them were all that close, with a few exceptions, of course. It was only their mutual love of tennis that kept them connected.
"My flight is this way," Tezuka said after locating his gate number on the boarding screens.
"Unfortunately, mine is the opposite. We'll have to part ways here, ahn?"
Tezuka shouldered his tennis bag more securely. "It does. Safe travels, Atobe."
"And you as well. Good luck in Lisbon."
"Thank you." Tezuka bowed and turned to walk away.
Before he could get too far away, Atobe reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back. If only he had a camera to capture the brief look of surprise that passed over Tezuka's face.
"I want a match," Atobe said firmly.
"We have flights," Tezuka countered, his eyes not leaving Atobe's hand around his wrist.
"Not now." Seriously, just how thick could one person be? "When we are both in Tokyo at the same time."
"Aa. That sounds fine."
Taken aback by how easy that went, Atobe dropped Tezuka's wrist and brushed imaginary dust off of the bottom of his jacket. "Yes, well, perfect. I'll let you know when I'm home. We'll schedule accordingly."
Tezuka stood there for a moment, looking at Atobe in what could only be described by him as possibly curious. In all of the years Atobe had interacted with him, he still had some issues determining what emotion he was presenting through that stoic front. It was damned frustrating. Regardless, Atobe straightened up proudly.
"Of course. Auf widersehen."
"Have a good flight. Auf widersehen, Tezuka." Atobe waited until Tezuka had disappeared into the crowd before turning and walking towards his own gate. He couldn't help but muse about how the past twelve hours were going to go on record for the most words he had ever gotten out of one Tezuka Kunimitsu. Oshitari is going be impressed, no, awed, he thought as he boarded the plane.
Author: Monarchist
Recipient: sagely_sea
Pairing/Characters: Tezuka, Atobe
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Canon-verse future AU.
Summary: Tezuka has a layover. Atobe's business dinner gets cancelled.
Notes: All places mentioned are real.
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It was only supposed to be for one night. Tezuka had enough of a layover that staying in a hotel was the logical option. Thankfully he was familiar with Munich and took a cab to the Hotel Vier Jahreszeiten even though it was in the city center and rather far away from the airport. He couldn't help that he always stayed there when he was in a tournament being held in Munich.
After checking in, a bell hop brought him up to his room on the third floor. The junior suite was perfectly minimalist and he tipped the bell hop despite only carrying up one bag of his. Tezuka remembered not to bow, but replied with a brief 'thank you' as the man left.
With two hours before dinner, Tezuka allowed himself some down time. He showered, wrote in his journal, and answered a few emails before changing into a pair of slacks and a button-down shirt. With the weather being decent, Tezuka forwent a cab and walked to Spatenhaus an der Oper. It was less busy than he expected, so he requested a table near the window.
--
There was supposed to be a business meeting. Atobe checked his watch and tapped his foot impatiently on the marble floor of the Platzl Hotel München. He had half a mind to cancel this ridiculous venture; the company his father was having him look into had a horrific stock market value. Buying them out would only be due to pity rather than a substantial investment to the Atobe Corp umbrella.
The man he was supposed to meet was late. A good half an hour late and Atobe was done waiting. He told the hostess to give the man his information if he chose to show up and asked for his table. With an apology for wasting her time, Atobe left the hotel's restaurant and took the elevator back up to his room. He replaced his three-piece suit with something more casual then left again, texting his father that the contact never showed and he was going to dinner elsewhere.
A cab dropped him off in front of the timeless Spatenhaus an der Oper. The host was about to lead him up to the third floor when he paused on the first step. Could it be?
--
Tezuka had just finished a starter salad when he heard the sound of strong footsteps coming towards him. Thinking it was the waiter, he sat back and nudged the plate to the middle of the table.
"Of all the places to run into you…" Atobe pulled out the chair opposite Tezuka and sat down.
"Atobe."
"You look well."
"Aa. Thank you."
"I'll take the pan-fried côtelette of veal," he told the waiter as soon as he came to the table. "A glass of chianti as well."
The man nodded, picked up Tezuka's plate, and walked away.
"Am I interrupting?"
Tezuka shook his head. "No."
"If I recall correctly, there isn't a tournament here this week."
"Aa. Layover before Lisbon."
Atobe nodded, surprised that the man sitting across from him willingly offered as-yet-unasked-for information. His requested glass of wine was set before him. "If his order is ready, you may bring it out."
"I can wait," Tezuka said firmly. "It would be rude not to do so."
"Of course, sirs."
"Must you undermine me at every turn?" Atobe asked after the waiter had left again.
"Manners, Atobe," Tezuka replied and took a sip of water.
Atobe could have sworn there was a slight smirk on Tezuka's face. It was a strange sight, but not unwelcome. Rather he found he wanted to see it again.
--
After dinner, Atobe picked up Tezuka's check. He received a stern look in return. There wasn't a reason to be insulted by it, after all, he had been the recipient of such glares often during joint training. In fact, he might have been shocked had he received anything else.
"Thank you," Tezuka said.
"There's no need. It's a pleasure to treat an old friend."
Old friend? Tezuka had never considered them to be anything more than acquaintances, maybe the step below a rival. Besides joint training and the occasional match, he had never done anything with Atobe to become friends. It was also strange since he felt he could count all of his friends on one hand. Oishi, Echizen, Sanada, Shiraishi… that was it.
"Aa. Well, I have an early flight…"
"Nothing says you can't indulge for a night, Tezuka. I can have your things gathered and brought to my hotel. We'll both go to the airport from there. Where are you staying?"
Tezuka felt a headache coming. Maybe it was a combination of Atobe's insistence on everything and the lack of substance his dinner had. Regardless, he shook his head.
"My hotel is a five minute walk, Atobe. You don't need to go out of your way."
Atobe clicked his tongue. "Mine happens to be the same distance away. What are the odds?"
"You might need to call Inui for that answer," Tezuka replied, deadpan, and stood. "Again, thank you for dinner, but I must take my leave."
"When is your flight?"
How could he have forgotten how pushy Atobe was? The man was ridiculous. "Five AM. I need to be rested for when I land."
"You aren't playing a match as soon as you step off the plane, Tezuka. An extra hour or two spent in the hotel bar is not going to do any harm."
"No, but I do have a press conference and a therapy session. I prefer to be sober."
"I have no intentions of getting you drunk or insisting you drink alcohol," Atobe said, well aware of Tezuka's stance on foreign substances going into his almost-perfect body. "However, I do insist that you join me for a night cap then I'll send you back to your hotel just in time to get enough rest so that you wake on time for your flight. I'll even make sure a driver is there to take you."
"Atobe."
"That's settled then." Atobe stood and pushed in his chair. "Where are you staying? The Platzl, the Vier Jahreszeiten, or the Bayerischer Hof?"
"The Vier Jahreszeiten."
Atobe hummed. "That is acceptable."
"If you insist on drinking, then the bar in your hotel would be more convenient for you."
"I shall lead the way."
--
Tezuka couldn't help but be slightly surprised that Atobe didn't hail for a taxi to take them the two blocks to the Platzl. The walk was nice, but awkwardly silent and the bar was half-full when they arrived. Atobe found them two chairs near the back. He gave the waiter their order, brandy and a lime-infused ice water.
"Do you expect you'll win?"
"Yes."
The drinks were set on the table between them and Atobe picked up the snifter. He smirked slightly then swirled the liquid around in the glass. Of course Tezuka would say that. Atobe was of the opinion that if he had replied in the negative, something was wrong.
"As I thought," Atobe said and took a sip of brandy. "Another win would open the door for very lucrative sponsorships."
Tezuka merely nodded, plucking the lime off the rim off his glass and squeezing the juice into the water.
"Of course, Nishikori has ADIDAS already, but I wouldn't be surprised if they recruit you as well. Nike has done well with both Federer and Nadal, so the exposure for them with the two top Japanese players would be immense."
"Despite the fact that Yukimura is ranked higher than Nishikori right now," Tezuka tacked on.
Atobe pursed his lips for a moment. "While that may be true, Yukimura doesn't currently have a major athletic sponsor."
"That's only because he hasn't chosen one yet."
"Oh?" Atobe made a mental note to tell Oshitari off for him not already knowing this and another to discuss why Tezuka being close enough to Yukimura to be privy to that information made him jealous. "He's fickle. I don't expect the companies to wait on his decision, regardless of how high he's ranked."
"Prince waited on Echizen," Tezuka reminded him, taking a long drink of water. "As did Mizuno for me."
"You are an exception to the rule. Echizen was only given the time because of who his father is."
"I rather think Echizen's done enough to overshadow the Samurai," Tezuka said, ignoring Atobe's first comment.
"It's not. He needs to become the world number one before he's out from under that." Atobe turned away from him and looked at the people filling the bar. The snifter was empty by the time he glanced back. "There is a reason you are ranked ahead of them both, Tezuka."
--
Despite Tezuka's insistence that he could make it back to his hotel just fine on his own, Atobe called for a car. As much as he disagreed with Atobe's methods, he appreciated the gesture. Back at the Hotel Vier Jahreszeiten, Tezuka packed what he could then slept until his phone went off at three-thirty AM.
"Tezuka. A driver will be there in half an hour to take you to the airport."
"You cancelled my wake-up call."
"I thought you needed the extra time to sleep. Also, I was informed that you don't like to sleep on planes."
Inui, Tezuka thought and let out an annoyed sigh. "Atobe."
"Thirty minutes, Tezuka," Atobe said and hung up.
Tezuka showered, dressed, finished packing, and checked out right as the driver pulled up in front of the hotel. As he expected, the door was open and waiting for him to get in, the driver prepared to take his bags. He shook his head and entered the vehicle. After almost losing his tennis bag on a trip because he had been forced to check it, he never let it out of his sight, so Tezuka refused to let the man take his luggage.
"I do apologize for interrupting your planned morning schedule," Atobe drawled and held out a thermos. "Coffee."
While Tezuka didn't think his apology was sincere, he took the thermos once he got himself situated. He also didn't question why Atobe was in the car with him as he suspected he would get some ridiculous response that would have him regret this venture. After all, it was only a thirty minute ride to the airport. He could deal with the unexpected company.
"Thank you," Tezuka said. "What kind is it?"
Why he felt the need to question his taste, Atobe would never know. "Dallmayr's Gold Iöslicher, black," he said. What did Tezuka expect him to say? Instant? Please. "I didn't add cream or sugar."
Tezuka nodded and opened the thermos to take a sip. Under normal circumstances, Atobe would have stared. Except normal circumstances involved a tennis court and the anonymity of being in a private box where Tezuka was none the wiser about his voyeurism.
"Do you like it?"
"Aa." Tezuka looked away from the window and towards Atobe. "Are you flying home?"
"No. London for a week, then Copenhagen for a few days before Vienna. Home after that."
"I see."
Atobe raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong with my schedule?"
"Not in the slightest. I was merely curious."
"I would come see you play if I wasn't otherwise already occupied."
"I have no doubt that you'll see my matches one way or another."
Tezuka had a point. Zaizen had been instrumental in getting Atobe livestreaming feeds of Tezuka's matches regardless of his location. Something about his satellite phone being perfect for GPS and strong signal. He had thanked the former Shitenhouji player by gifting him music studio equipment and a new, incredibly powerful computer.
"There are methods, yes," Atobe conceded. "I can let you know if I see anything afterwards."
"Thank you."
--
Tezuka placed the now-empty thermos into one of the cup holders and stepped out of the car. It was lighter now than it had been when they left the hotel, but headlights still illuminated the streets as other vehicles went past. He waited patiently for Atobe to emerge, thinking it quite rude if he went ahead and left to go board his flight.
"As I was telling mother, the man just didn't show up… I left messages, of course… Emailed and called, yes, father… It doesn't feel like they were all that interested in being taken over…" Atobe looked at Tezuka for a moment. "Father, may I call you back? I'm at the airport, about to see Tezuka off to Lisbon… It's fine… I saw nothing wrong… Yes, I'll make sure to tell him. Bye."
"I could have told you my shoulder was fine even without you looking at me."
"You'll have to forgive me when I say I wouldn't have believed you. We both know you like to and can mask the amount of pain you're in," Atobe said with a smirk. "Father says good luck. Not that you'll need it. Besides you, no one else in our circle is playing it. Anyway, we should check in. Your flight leaves at five, yes?"
Atobe picked up his bags and started for the entrance. Tezuka followed, thinking about the meaning behind the phrase 'our circle'. The only one he could think of was their junior high tennis circuit. Personally, he didn't think any of them were all that close, with a few exceptions, of course. It was only their mutual love of tennis that kept them connected.
"My flight is this way," Tezuka said after locating his gate number on the boarding screens.
"Unfortunately, mine is the opposite. We'll have to part ways here, ahn?"
Tezuka shouldered his tennis bag more securely. "It does. Safe travels, Atobe."
"And you as well. Good luck in Lisbon."
"Thank you." Tezuka bowed and turned to walk away.
Before he could get too far away, Atobe reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back. If only he had a camera to capture the brief look of surprise that passed over Tezuka's face.
"I want a match," Atobe said firmly.
"We have flights," Tezuka countered, his eyes not leaving Atobe's hand around his wrist.
"Not now." Seriously, just how thick could one person be? "When we are both in Tokyo at the same time."
"Aa. That sounds fine."
Taken aback by how easy that went, Atobe dropped Tezuka's wrist and brushed imaginary dust off of the bottom of his jacket. "Yes, well, perfect. I'll let you know when I'm home. We'll schedule accordingly."
Tezuka stood there for a moment, looking at Atobe in what could only be described by him as possibly curious. In all of the years Atobe had interacted with him, he still had some issues determining what emotion he was presenting through that stoic front. It was damned frustrating. Regardless, Atobe straightened up proudly.
"Of course. Auf widersehen."
"Have a good flight. Auf widersehen, Tezuka." Atobe waited until Tezuka had disappeared into the crowd before turning and walking towards his own gate. He couldn't help but muse about how the past twelve hours were going to go on record for the most words he had ever gotten out of one Tezuka Kunimitsu. Oshitari is going be impressed, no, awed, he thought as he boarded the plane.