[Fic -- TezuFuji] Of Pain and Gain
Title: Of Pain and Gain
Author: a1y_puff
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Fuji, Tezuka
Prompt: #37. Turbulence
Genre: humor/fluff… I guess?
Word Count: ~1600
Rating: G
Summary: Fuji got a taste of the menace that is Inui Juice.
Warnings: unbetaed, random, possible OOCness, and I’m probably ruining Fuji’s cool image for just a little bit… but he is also a human, alright? XD
Disclaimer: PoT belongs to Konomi-sensei. Tezuka and Fuji belongs to each other. Prompt belongs to 50scenes. Only the plot is mine xp
A/N: Just because I’m having a stomachache and I wanted to write so Tammy (milkyxduckie) suggested to make either Fuji or Tezuka suffer from a stomachache. Blame her.
-OF PAIN AND GAIN-
The formerly peaceful afternoon practice was disrupted when a loud “NYAAAAA!! FUJIKO!! ARE YOU OKAAAY???” echoed throughout the Seigaku tennis courts. Immediately, all heads turned to a certain direction, where the Seigaku’s prodigy was kneeling on the grounds, hands clutching at his sides.
Ever the dutiful Captain, Tezuka was soon by Fuji’s side, and carefully, he brushed those honey-colored locks and noticed the amount of perspiration that was a bit too much on that pale forehead. “Are you okay, Fuji?” Tezuka asked with a worried edge in his flat tone.
“… ach…” The lithe boy replied weakly, and Tezuka could barely make out what Fuji was trying to say.
“What is it?”
“… my stomach… hurts…”
“Your stomach? Did you eat anything weird? Or maybe you had too much of spicy food…” Oishi started worrying as he kneeled beside the sick boy.
“Nyaaa! Must be that juice you had before practice!” Kikumaru exclaimed as he turned his head to Inui, and continued, “Because Inui asked Fuji to try the new version of his juice…”
“Ii data,” Inui started scribbling on his notebook, “Fuji’s tolerance to that is actually pretty low…”
“Everyone get back to practice, now!” Tezuka commanded as he noticed the club members had stopped practicing and acted as if a collapsed prodigy was some kind of a show. “Oishi, take care of things here. I’ll bring Fuji to the infirmary. And Inui, fifty laps around the courts!”
With that, Tezuka slung Fuji’s right arm around his neck and helped Fuji standing up. He walked slowly, matching his steps with Fuji’s slower strides and glanced at the smaller boy every so often, searching for any sign of pain on that pale face.
When they finally reached the infirmary, they bumped into the doctor who was just about to walk out of the room.
“Oh my, what’s wrong, boys?”
“He has a stomachache from drinking some… inedible juice,” Tezuka tried to explain after choosing his words carefully.
“Oh?” the female doctor arched an eyebrow, then, she sidestepped to let the boys in.
Tezuka took Fuji to the nearest bed and helped Fuji to lie down, while the doctor seemed to look for some medicine in one of the cabinets.
The bespectacled boy then fished out a handkerchief and gently wiped Fuji’s sweaty forehead, when the doctor came with a bottle of medicine and a glass of water. “Here, take this pill. It ought to throw away the poisons in your body,” she said with a smile.
Helping the prodigy to sit up straight, Tezuka then retrieved the glass of water while Fuji plopped the pill into his mouth, then he helped the light haired youth to drink the water and swallow the medicine.
“Thanks,” Fuji said weakly while pushing the glass back into Tezuka’s hand, and with a slight nod, Tezuka put the glass on the bedside table.
“Now, I’m really sorry but I have something to take care of,” the doctor suddenly said, “so I suppose you can take care of your friend here?” she asked Tezuka.
“Yes, thank you, sensei,” Tezuka replied as he stood up and walked the doctor to the exit and sent her off. Then, he returned to the chair beside Fuji’s bed. He glanced at his sick friend who had his eyes closed but not in his trademark smile, with a hand rested on his forehead.
“You can come back to practice, Tezuka, I’ll be fine.”
“No. I… Sensei told me to take care of you.”
Cracking an eye open, Fuji glanced at his captain’s face and chuckled lightly. “Oh, so it’s because sensei told you to? I thought you were worried…”
“I am worried…” the spontaneous reply surprised even Tezuka himself. Then, he cleared his throat and asked to the boy who was staring at him, “What are you feeling now?”
“Hmm…” Fuji trailed his hand down his stomach and caressed it in circular movement, and Tezuka fixed his gaze to the clock hanging on the wall to his left. “My stomach feels like a mess,” the comment brought Tezuka’s gaze back to his friend’s face. “You know, like there’s a turbulence happening in here,” the prodigy patted his stomach lightly.
“… a turbulence…?”
“Yeah. Maybe he added some vinegar, that Inui…”
Fixing his glasses with a middle finger, Tezuka then responded, “You should know better when you can’t stomach Inui Juice.”
“How would I know if he…” the smaller boy trailed off as he suddenly sat up straight with widening eyes.
“Fuji? What is it?” Tezuka asked worriedly.
And before he could say anything more, the prodigy jumped out of the bed and dashed outside.
“Fuji!” Tezuka called as he confusedly follow the smaller boy. Judging from how weary Fuji seemed to be before, the stoic teen didn’t think he would have this much energy to run so fast.
Tezuka had no idea where Fuji was running off to, and just followed the slighter boy until he turned on a corner and that was when Tezuka caught the boy’s restroom sign above him.
…Oh…
The sound of the door slamming close was heard, and Tezuka slowed his pace down. Hesitantly, he entered the restroom and noticed there was only one stall occupied. “Fuji… are you okay?”
“Urgh… damn it, Tezuka! If you’re going to wait, then wait outside!” the prodigy shouted back from inside the stall and Tezuka missed not the hint of embarrassment in Fuji’s voice.
“Right… I’ll be outside then,” Tezuka replied, and when no more response came from Fuji, the captain walked out of the restroom and waited in the hallway.
It was after around half an hour or so when Fuji finally walked out of the restroom, eyes half-opened and looking all drained as he clutched at his stomach.
“Are you okay?” Tezuka hesitantly asked as he approached his friend.
“The medicine…” Fuji started, “Sensei said it should throw away the poisons in my body… I think it threw away just everything I’ve eaten today… damn, Inui’s so going to pay for this…” the tensai mumbled weakly, annoyance was evident in his tone.
Not knowing what to say, Tezuka kept silent as he walked beside his friend till they reached the infirmary. Then, the taller youth helped Fuji to lie down, and pulled the blanket until it enveloped the lithe boy up to his chin.
“How are you feeling?”
“…horrible…”
“… do you want me to get you something to eat? The cafeteria should still be open at this hour…”
“No, thanks. I don’t feel like eating…”
“Then you should at least drink a lot of water,” Tezuka said as he helped Fuji to sit up, took the glass of water from the bedside table and put it right before Fuji’s lips, urging the smaller boy to drink.
Emptying the glass of water, Fuji then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and commented, “You know, Tezuka, you're starting to sound like Oishi…”
The tip of Tezuka’s lips twitched downward in what might pass as a pout for the stoic youth, as he murmured, “Sorry…”
At that, Fuji chuckled heartily. “Don’t be, Tezuka… I’m actually rather happy that you make such a fuss over me… which is rather uncharacteristic, coming from you.”
“I don’t know,” Tezuka replied, eyes locking with his hands on his laps, “I just can’t help it.”
The captain kept his eyes down even when he felt those cerulean orbs were scrutinizing him. “Ne, Tezuka,” he raised his head when he heard his name called, “Want to help me feel better?”
Tezuka eyed Fuji questioningly before nodding and asked, “What should I do?”
“When I was little, my mom or Neesan always did that to me, and it had always made me feel better somehow…” Fuji paused when Tezuka just glanced confusedly at him. Then, he smiled and in a tone as light as asking about the weather, he asked, “Can you give me a kiss?”
Tezuka blinked at him and could only stare at the unchanging smiling face in front of him. After a few seconds of silence, the smile turned a bit bitter when Fuji finally said, “I was just kidding, you know. Don’t take it…”
Fuji, however, didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence because suddenly, there were soft lips pressed against his rather dry ones. The surprise had his blue eyes exposed and his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. When Tezuka finally pulled away, Fuji could only stare at him.
“Feeling any better yet?” Tezuka asked and Fuji could’ve sworn the stoic youth was almost smiling.
Chuckling lightly, Fuji then responded, “You know, I didn’t really mean on the lips. On my forehead or cheeks would be enough. Not that I mind, of course.” He threw a teasing, open-eyed smile at the taller youth.
“You didn’t specify,” Tezuka said defensively before leaning down to capture those smiling lips once again.
Encircling his arms around the taller boy’s neck, Fuji then thought that maybe, he didn’t really mind the pain Inui had given him earlier when he could gain something as priceless as this in return.
But maybe, a little revenge would be nice.
.the end.
OMAKE:
“Kaidoh, Do you know where’s Inui? He was with you this morning, right?” Oishi asked worriedly as it was already twenty minutes into the morning practice, but the data player-slash-manager had yet to show his nose.
“Fsssh… I don’t know, senpai. The last time, he said he was going to the bathroom…”
“Is that so…”
“Ah, don’t worry about Inui, Oishi,” Fuji suddenly appeared behind him an patted the mother hen’s shoulder, “He’s probably struggling with his stomach,” the prodigy said with that sweet, sweet, evil smile plastered on his face, giving the vice-captain a Goosebumps.
Meanwhile, in one of the restroom in the Seishuun Middle School, a certain spiky-haired boy with square glasses was emptying his stomach while mumbling, “There was a one hundred percent chance of Fuji taking revenge on me… I should’ve known better rather than accepting anything from him this morning… but still…”
“…Urgh…”
~NeverEnding~
A/N: Well, that’s what you get when I tried to write with an upset stomach.. (though I believe this isn’t the first time… is it?). Anyway, this might be lame, but reviews would be loved!
…urgh… *clutches at her stomach*.
Author: a1y_puff
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Fuji, Tezuka
Prompt: #37. Turbulence
Genre: humor/fluff… I guess?
Word Count: ~1600
Rating: G
Summary: Fuji got a taste of the menace that is Inui Juice.
Warnings: unbetaed, random, possible OOCness, and I’m probably ruining Fuji’s cool image for just a little bit… but he is also a human, alright? XD
Disclaimer: PoT belongs to Konomi-sensei. Tezuka and Fuji belongs to each other. Prompt belongs to 50scenes. Only the plot is mine xp
A/N: Just because I’m having a stomachache and I wanted to write so Tammy (milkyxduckie) suggested to make either Fuji or Tezuka suffer from a stomachache. Blame her.
-OF PAIN AND GAIN-
The formerly peaceful afternoon practice was disrupted when a loud “NYAAAAA!! FUJIKO!! ARE YOU OKAAAY???” echoed throughout the Seigaku tennis courts. Immediately, all heads turned to a certain direction, where the Seigaku’s prodigy was kneeling on the grounds, hands clutching at his sides.
Ever the dutiful Captain, Tezuka was soon by Fuji’s side, and carefully, he brushed those honey-colored locks and noticed the amount of perspiration that was a bit too much on that pale forehead. “Are you okay, Fuji?” Tezuka asked with a worried edge in his flat tone.
“… ach…” The lithe boy replied weakly, and Tezuka could barely make out what Fuji was trying to say.
“What is it?”
“… my stomach… hurts…”
“Your stomach? Did you eat anything weird? Or maybe you had too much of spicy food…” Oishi started worrying as he kneeled beside the sick boy.
“Nyaaa! Must be that juice you had before practice!” Kikumaru exclaimed as he turned his head to Inui, and continued, “Because Inui asked Fuji to try the new version of his juice…”
“Ii data,” Inui started scribbling on his notebook, “Fuji’s tolerance to that is actually pretty low…”
“Everyone get back to practice, now!” Tezuka commanded as he noticed the club members had stopped practicing and acted as if a collapsed prodigy was some kind of a show. “Oishi, take care of things here. I’ll bring Fuji to the infirmary. And Inui, fifty laps around the courts!”
With that, Tezuka slung Fuji’s right arm around his neck and helped Fuji standing up. He walked slowly, matching his steps with Fuji’s slower strides and glanced at the smaller boy every so often, searching for any sign of pain on that pale face.
When they finally reached the infirmary, they bumped into the doctor who was just about to walk out of the room.
“Oh my, what’s wrong, boys?”
“He has a stomachache from drinking some… inedible juice,” Tezuka tried to explain after choosing his words carefully.
“Oh?” the female doctor arched an eyebrow, then, she sidestepped to let the boys in.
Tezuka took Fuji to the nearest bed and helped Fuji to lie down, while the doctor seemed to look for some medicine in one of the cabinets.
The bespectacled boy then fished out a handkerchief and gently wiped Fuji’s sweaty forehead, when the doctor came with a bottle of medicine and a glass of water. “Here, take this pill. It ought to throw away the poisons in your body,” she said with a smile.
Helping the prodigy to sit up straight, Tezuka then retrieved the glass of water while Fuji plopped the pill into his mouth, then he helped the light haired youth to drink the water and swallow the medicine.
“Thanks,” Fuji said weakly while pushing the glass back into Tezuka’s hand, and with a slight nod, Tezuka put the glass on the bedside table.
“Now, I’m really sorry but I have something to take care of,” the doctor suddenly said, “so I suppose you can take care of your friend here?” she asked Tezuka.
“Yes, thank you, sensei,” Tezuka replied as he stood up and walked the doctor to the exit and sent her off. Then, he returned to the chair beside Fuji’s bed. He glanced at his sick friend who had his eyes closed but not in his trademark smile, with a hand rested on his forehead.
“You can come back to practice, Tezuka, I’ll be fine.”
“No. I… Sensei told me to take care of you.”
Cracking an eye open, Fuji glanced at his captain’s face and chuckled lightly. “Oh, so it’s because sensei told you to? I thought you were worried…”
“I am worried…” the spontaneous reply surprised even Tezuka himself. Then, he cleared his throat and asked to the boy who was staring at him, “What are you feeling now?”
“Hmm…” Fuji trailed his hand down his stomach and caressed it in circular movement, and Tezuka fixed his gaze to the clock hanging on the wall to his left. “My stomach feels like a mess,” the comment brought Tezuka’s gaze back to his friend’s face. “You know, like there’s a turbulence happening in here,” the prodigy patted his stomach lightly.
“… a turbulence…?”
“Yeah. Maybe he added some vinegar, that Inui…”
Fixing his glasses with a middle finger, Tezuka then responded, “You should know better when you can’t stomach Inui Juice.”
“How would I know if he…” the smaller boy trailed off as he suddenly sat up straight with widening eyes.
“Fuji? What is it?” Tezuka asked worriedly.
And before he could say anything more, the prodigy jumped out of the bed and dashed outside.
“Fuji!” Tezuka called as he confusedly follow the smaller boy. Judging from how weary Fuji seemed to be before, the stoic teen didn’t think he would have this much energy to run so fast.
Tezuka had no idea where Fuji was running off to, and just followed the slighter boy until he turned on a corner and that was when Tezuka caught the boy’s restroom sign above him.
…Oh…
The sound of the door slamming close was heard, and Tezuka slowed his pace down. Hesitantly, he entered the restroom and noticed there was only one stall occupied. “Fuji… are you okay?”
“Urgh… damn it, Tezuka! If you’re going to wait, then wait outside!” the prodigy shouted back from inside the stall and Tezuka missed not the hint of embarrassment in Fuji’s voice.
“Right… I’ll be outside then,” Tezuka replied, and when no more response came from Fuji, the captain walked out of the restroom and waited in the hallway.
It was after around half an hour or so when Fuji finally walked out of the restroom, eyes half-opened and looking all drained as he clutched at his stomach.
“Are you okay?” Tezuka hesitantly asked as he approached his friend.
“The medicine…” Fuji started, “Sensei said it should throw away the poisons in my body… I think it threw away just everything I’ve eaten today… damn, Inui’s so going to pay for this…” the tensai mumbled weakly, annoyance was evident in his tone.
Not knowing what to say, Tezuka kept silent as he walked beside his friend till they reached the infirmary. Then, the taller youth helped Fuji to lie down, and pulled the blanket until it enveloped the lithe boy up to his chin.
“How are you feeling?”
“…horrible…”
“… do you want me to get you something to eat? The cafeteria should still be open at this hour…”
“No, thanks. I don’t feel like eating…”
“Then you should at least drink a lot of water,” Tezuka said as he helped Fuji to sit up, took the glass of water from the bedside table and put it right before Fuji’s lips, urging the smaller boy to drink.
Emptying the glass of water, Fuji then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and commented, “You know, Tezuka, you're starting to sound like Oishi…”
The tip of Tezuka’s lips twitched downward in what might pass as a pout for the stoic youth, as he murmured, “Sorry…”
At that, Fuji chuckled heartily. “Don’t be, Tezuka… I’m actually rather happy that you make such a fuss over me… which is rather uncharacteristic, coming from you.”
“I don’t know,” Tezuka replied, eyes locking with his hands on his laps, “I just can’t help it.”
The captain kept his eyes down even when he felt those cerulean orbs were scrutinizing him. “Ne, Tezuka,” he raised his head when he heard his name called, “Want to help me feel better?”
Tezuka eyed Fuji questioningly before nodding and asked, “What should I do?”
“When I was little, my mom or Neesan always did that to me, and it had always made me feel better somehow…” Fuji paused when Tezuka just glanced confusedly at him. Then, he smiled and in a tone as light as asking about the weather, he asked, “Can you give me a kiss?”
Tezuka blinked at him and could only stare at the unchanging smiling face in front of him. After a few seconds of silence, the smile turned a bit bitter when Fuji finally said, “I was just kidding, you know. Don’t take it…”
Fuji, however, didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence because suddenly, there were soft lips pressed against his rather dry ones. The surprise had his blue eyes exposed and his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. When Tezuka finally pulled away, Fuji could only stare at him.
“Feeling any better yet?” Tezuka asked and Fuji could’ve sworn the stoic youth was almost smiling.
Chuckling lightly, Fuji then responded, “You know, I didn’t really mean on the lips. On my forehead or cheeks would be enough. Not that I mind, of course.” He threw a teasing, open-eyed smile at the taller youth.
“You didn’t specify,” Tezuka said defensively before leaning down to capture those smiling lips once again.
Encircling his arms around the taller boy’s neck, Fuji then thought that maybe, he didn’t really mind the pain Inui had given him earlier when he could gain something as priceless as this in return.
But maybe, a little revenge would be nice.
.the end.
OMAKE:
“Kaidoh, Do you know where’s Inui? He was with you this morning, right?” Oishi asked worriedly as it was already twenty minutes into the morning practice, but the data player-slash-manager had yet to show his nose.
“Fsssh… I don’t know, senpai. The last time, he said he was going to the bathroom…”
“Is that so…”
“Ah, don’t worry about Inui, Oishi,” Fuji suddenly appeared behind him an patted the mother hen’s shoulder, “He’s probably struggling with his stomach,” the prodigy said with that sweet, sweet, evil smile plastered on his face, giving the vice-captain a Goosebumps.
Meanwhile, in one of the restroom in the Seishuun Middle School, a certain spiky-haired boy with square glasses was emptying his stomach while mumbling, “There was a one hundred percent chance of Fuji taking revenge on me… I should’ve known better rather than accepting anything from him this morning… but still…”
“…Urgh…”
~NeverEnding~
A/N: Well, that’s what you get when I tried to write with an upset stomach.. (though I believe this isn’t the first time… is it?). Anyway, this might be lame, but reviews would be loved!
…urgh… *clutches at her stomach*.