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Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Title: Twilight Dreams
Author: relinquished972
Theme(s): #44 [Twilight]; #38 [Missing You]; #34 [Rituals]; #30 [Alone]
Pairing/Characters: TezukaFuji
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prince of Tennis
Summary: [fic for 55themes] "It was a soft, wistful and melancholy smile so different to the tender one he would have when they watched the sunset that Tezuka’s heart clenched."
Fuji watched the sunset everyday, no matter what he was doing, where he was or who he was with. When it was sunset, Fuji’s eyes would always be directed outside, where the sun was gradually spreading its deep orange and purple hues over the darkening sky.
Usually, Tezuka was with him and they would be standing on the bridge overlooking the main street. The traffic would be thickening because it work would have finished, though it was still rather quiet because more people took the train in Tokyo anyway. Their tennis bags would be on their shoulders out of habit, but long forgotten as Fuji leaned against the railing and Tezuka just stood next to him, both watching the sky.
The day after Tezuka announced he was leaving for Germany, they stood there again, on the bridge. It was raining that day and the sunset could barely be seen, but Fuji kept his eyes fixated on the spot where the sunset could usually be seen most clearly. Tezuka held the umbrella because Fuji was leaning on the railing and he watched Fuji watching the sunset.
Sometimes, if he was lucky, Tezuka would catch the softest of smiles on Fuji’s face as the hues of twilight took over the city. He would almost glow when his eyes opened and caught the light and Tezuka’s breath would catch. It was at times like these that the captain wished most for a camera.
There were no gentle glows of sunset to wash over Fuji’s pale, tired face that day. Instead, the grey and blue cast from what could be seen of the sun illuminated the azure blue eyes that seemed to have lost their glitter. And then Fuji smiled.
It was a soft, wistful and melancholy smile so different to the tender one he would have when they watched the sunset that Tezuka’s heart clenched. Then he noticed that Fuji was humming softly to himself, his voice rising and falling with the notes, though Tezuka could barely hear over the rain.
“If tomorrow comes . . .” Fuji sang now, still so quietly.
“Fuji . . .”
“Say goodbye to the weak me who always gets in the way of things that need to change . . .”
And Fuji smiled again, voice and song drifting away. He turned to Tezuka.
“Change is imminent, isn’t it?” Fuji’s eyes had taken on a blue-grey tinge that Tezuka blamed on the tricks of light. “You will change everything.”
The accusatory tone in his voice almost made Tezuka flinch. Fuji didn’t like change, Tezuka knew, because change brought disruptions to routine until they could encompass them. Like earlier this school year, when Echizen entered the club and brought chaos to all its members. Tezuka knew Fuji had struggled so hard to accept him and embrace the fact that Tezuka wouldn’t have a lot of time to spend with him now because he would be training Echizen as his successor.
He had succeeded in overcoming and adapting to that change, reigning in his sadism and keeping his tongue in check. It was hard and it was painful to let things go and change while he seemed to stay the same.
“You’re going to leave me alone.”
“Fuji, I’m not going to be leaving you alone.”
“No, you won’t be. You’ll be trying to wait for me, to take me to where you have the ability to go, but eventually you’ll grow tired of waiting and you will go on ahead and leave me behind, always struggling to catch up to you . . .
“You’re always one step ahead of me, no matter how hard I try.” He chuckled half-heartedly. “How cruel of you to do that, Tezuka.”
Tezuka shifted the umbrella over to his left hand at the same time he reached out for Fuji with his right. Fuji shuddered and gasped involuntarily when he felt himself being held gently against the firm chest, underneath the umbrella, with Tezuka’s scent and arms surrounding him.
“Never. I’ll never leave you alone.”
“Tezuka . . .”
“If I did, I’d miss you too much.”
There was no twilight glow to brighten Fuji’s features that day and there was no camera at hand to capture the moment. But Tezuka - his whole body, mind and soul - imprinted forever the tenderness in Fuji’s face, as Fuji did his.
This was written while listening to Tezuka's "Dakishimete Shimai Sousa", and so the lyrics of the song Fuji is singing is the same. I decided to use the song because the chorus really fit:
It seems I have no choice but to hold you
Because you're smiling in that sort of way
I'll never make you be alone.
I definitely don't want to ever let you go.
So, enjoy!
These translations were taken from:
http://www.ore-sama.net/ff/index.html, so all credit goes to them!