PoT Ficlet
I think staring at all the Tezuka pictures on photobucket resulted in this ficlet that didn't let me sleep until midnight. On the very night before first day of uni too. =__=;;
Disclaimer: PoT (c) Konomi Takeshi.
Rating: G
Character(s): Tezuka, Ayana, Kunikazu.
Still a Son
*
"Oishi."
"Yes, Tezuka?"
"I'm afraid I have to leave a few minutes early. Make sure the juniors pick up after themselves and please hand in the report to Ryuzaki-sensei by today."
"Of course. But uh... is there anything wrong?"
"No, nothing is. I just have to be home early today."
"Ah, I see. Don't worry about the club - I'll clear everything up."
"Thanks."
"Don't hesitate to call if you need anything though."
Tezuka nodded firmly and after bidding goodbye, headed out the clubroom door. Oishi was left behind wondering what the captain had to be home earlier for. Only once in a blue moon did Tezuka ever leave on time, much less early. The vice captain couldn’t help worrying just a little.
Still, he’d have to content himself with fulfilling his responsibilities here to his utmost. That way Tezuka wouldn’t have the Seigaku tennis club to weigh down his mind with whatever else he might be worrying about.
With that in mind, Oishi went back out onto the courts.
~*~
“Tadaima.”
“Okaeri…! Kunimitsu, I didn’t expect you back until much later.”
“I decided to come home early today,” replied Tezuka calmly as he removed his shoes and came inside. “Has ojiisan gone out yet?”
“He left about ten minutes ago.” She smiled. “I told him he was going to be rather early but he said that those men down at the police station need watching. You know your grandfather.”
The youngest Tezuka didn’t crack a smile although he did raise an eyebrow slightly. “I’ll help you with dinner after I wash up, kaasan.”
“There’s nothing much to help with really. But if you insist, you can help me make sure I don’t burn the fish.”
“You never do anyway,” he remarked, now smiling a little before climbing up the stairs.
Ayana watched him go before breaking out into a wide smile and going back into the kitchen.
It was about fifteen minutes later that Tezuka came back down, hair still dripping some droplets of water from the ends (which resulted in Ayana shooing him out to dry his hair properly before she let him come back in). She set him to slicing vegetables while she stir-fried fish. As they worked, she asked about his day and his friends. Tezuka quietly replied in his own manner that they’d have to work harder to make sure they qualified for the Nationals, both in tennis and their academics.
In turn, he asked her what she’d done the whole day. “Not quite as exciting as yours, I think,” she replied cheerfully before taking out the fish and setting it onto a plate.
Handing her the sliced carrots and cabbage, he looked at her expectantly anyway. So she obliged, telling him about her trip to the market in the morning and how she’d gotten a call from his aunt. His older cousin would be getting married soon, at the end of the year as a matter of fact, so Aunt was fretting over small details as the worried mother of the bridegroom… it was funny how the soon-to-be mother-in-law would worry more about her new daughter in law than the other way around, commented Ayana with a grin. Tezuka had no comment although he looked rather amused.
The meal, consisting of fish, vegetables and miso soup, was brought to the dining room later on where Tezuka set the table and they started eating. It was mostly quiet since neither mother nor son had much to say. But it was a comfortable silence, occasionally interrupted by a remark or a question. Afterwards, he washed while Ayana dried the plates and cutlery. Upon his mother’s insistence, he went to complete his homework in the living room while his mother cut some wedges of oranges as dessert.
He himself switched the television on so his mother could watch her shows while he sat at the coffee table, completing math sums and translating English sentences. Twice, she asked if he was distracted and twice he shook his head, no.
It was around five minutes past ten that Kunikazu arrived home, tired but somewhat satisfied at having taught those young people a few moves. Ayana went to get him a cup of green tea while Tezuka greeted his grandfather politely. He remained in the living room with the adults until he finished up his assignments.
“It’s getting late, Kunimitsu. You better get ready for bed.”
Nodding, he gathered his things and got to his feet. “Goodnight, ojiisan, kaasan.”
“Goodnight.”
“Sleep well, Kunimitsu.”
As soon as he’d gone up to his room, Kunikazu looked across the room at his daughter in law. “I expect Kunimitsu came home late again.”
“Actually,” replied Ayana. “He came home quite early enough to help me with dinner.”
A white eyebrow was raised, reminding her almost instantly of her son. “Good to know he has some sense to keep his mother company while his father’s away on business and there’s no one else in the house.”
Ayana smiled. In the past, she had sometimes wistfully noted that Tezuka was growing up a bit too fast for her liking.
But it was times like these, she thought fondly, that reassured her Kunimitsu knew well enough he wasn’t just a student, a tennis player and a captain… but also still a son.
End.
A/N: ... *facepalms* I phail at making sense.
Disclaimer: PoT (c) Konomi Takeshi.
Rating: G
Character(s): Tezuka, Ayana, Kunikazu.
Still a Son
*
"Oishi."
"Yes, Tezuka?"
"I'm afraid I have to leave a few minutes early. Make sure the juniors pick up after themselves and please hand in the report to Ryuzaki-sensei by today."
"Of course. But uh... is there anything wrong?"
"No, nothing is. I just have to be home early today."
"Ah, I see. Don't worry about the club - I'll clear everything up."
"Thanks."
"Don't hesitate to call if you need anything though."
Tezuka nodded firmly and after bidding goodbye, headed out the clubroom door. Oishi was left behind wondering what the captain had to be home earlier for. Only once in a blue moon did Tezuka ever leave on time, much less early. The vice captain couldn’t help worrying just a little.
Still, he’d have to content himself with fulfilling his responsibilities here to his utmost. That way Tezuka wouldn’t have the Seigaku tennis club to weigh down his mind with whatever else he might be worrying about.
With that in mind, Oishi went back out onto the courts.
~*~
“Tadaima.”
“Okaeri…! Kunimitsu, I didn’t expect you back until much later.”
“I decided to come home early today,” replied Tezuka calmly as he removed his shoes and came inside. “Has ojiisan gone out yet?”
“He left about ten minutes ago.” She smiled. “I told him he was going to be rather early but he said that those men down at the police station need watching. You know your grandfather.”
The youngest Tezuka didn’t crack a smile although he did raise an eyebrow slightly. “I’ll help you with dinner after I wash up, kaasan.”
“There’s nothing much to help with really. But if you insist, you can help me make sure I don’t burn the fish.”
“You never do anyway,” he remarked, now smiling a little before climbing up the stairs.
Ayana watched him go before breaking out into a wide smile and going back into the kitchen.
It was about fifteen minutes later that Tezuka came back down, hair still dripping some droplets of water from the ends (which resulted in Ayana shooing him out to dry his hair properly before she let him come back in). She set him to slicing vegetables while she stir-fried fish. As they worked, she asked about his day and his friends. Tezuka quietly replied in his own manner that they’d have to work harder to make sure they qualified for the Nationals, both in tennis and their academics.
In turn, he asked her what she’d done the whole day. “Not quite as exciting as yours, I think,” she replied cheerfully before taking out the fish and setting it onto a plate.
Handing her the sliced carrots and cabbage, he looked at her expectantly anyway. So she obliged, telling him about her trip to the market in the morning and how she’d gotten a call from his aunt. His older cousin would be getting married soon, at the end of the year as a matter of fact, so Aunt was fretting over small details as the worried mother of the bridegroom… it was funny how the soon-to-be mother-in-law would worry more about her new daughter in law than the other way around, commented Ayana with a grin. Tezuka had no comment although he looked rather amused.
The meal, consisting of fish, vegetables and miso soup, was brought to the dining room later on where Tezuka set the table and they started eating. It was mostly quiet since neither mother nor son had much to say. But it was a comfortable silence, occasionally interrupted by a remark or a question. Afterwards, he washed while Ayana dried the plates and cutlery. Upon his mother’s insistence, he went to complete his homework in the living room while his mother cut some wedges of oranges as dessert.
He himself switched the television on so his mother could watch her shows while he sat at the coffee table, completing math sums and translating English sentences. Twice, she asked if he was distracted and twice he shook his head, no.
It was around five minutes past ten that Kunikazu arrived home, tired but somewhat satisfied at having taught those young people a few moves. Ayana went to get him a cup of green tea while Tezuka greeted his grandfather politely. He remained in the living room with the adults until he finished up his assignments.
“It’s getting late, Kunimitsu. You better get ready for bed.”
Nodding, he gathered his things and got to his feet. “Goodnight, ojiisan, kaasan.”
“Goodnight.”
“Sleep well, Kunimitsu.”
As soon as he’d gone up to his room, Kunikazu looked across the room at his daughter in law. “I expect Kunimitsu came home late again.”
“Actually,” replied Ayana. “He came home quite early enough to help me with dinner.”
A white eyebrow was raised, reminding her almost instantly of her son. “Good to know he has some sense to keep his mother company while his father’s away on business and there’s no one else in the house.”
Ayana smiled. In the past, she had sometimes wistfully noted that Tezuka was growing up a bit too fast for her liking.
But it was times like these, she thought fondly, that reassured her Kunimitsu knew well enough he wasn’t just a student, a tennis player and a captain… but also still a son.
End.
A/N: ... *facepalms* I phail at making sense.