2 Tezuka/Fuji drabbles for 55themes
*cowers* I should be writing for 30_smiles and 40_themes and I AM, but everything I write sounds horrible! So I had to get the horrible-ness out of my system first. So I present two 55themes drabbles.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Title: The Easiest Thing
Author:
relinquished972
Theme(s): #43 [Wait for you]
Pairing/Characters: TezukaxFuji, Kikumaru Eiji
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prince of Tennis
Summary: [fic for
55themes] Fuji and Eiji mull over Tezuka’s imminent departure to Germany.
It was hard to tell how the word had gotten out so quickly. After the announcement Tezuka had made yesterday at afternoon practice, by morning break the next day almost everyone had heard the news. It was groundbreaking news, of course, because it wasn’t everyday that a Seigaku sports club captain was shipped off to a distant European country for a shoulder injury treatment. Seigaku was well-off, certainly, but just not that well-off to be able to afford it.
Everyone had assumed the Regulars would have the same reaction, but then again they often neglected to remember that each Regular reacted in a different way. Inui immediately began to work out all possible combinations that their remaining Regulars could make as soon as he had gotten home. Kawamura went home and absentmindedly practiced sushi-making, getting told off by his father for forgetting to add the wasabi in his dazed state.
Oishi worried to Tezuka, first, then himself later on when Tezuka failed to make a reply. Eiji sat in his room, silently staring at his stuffed bear toy from over his desk chair where he was seated, backwards. Kaidoh and Momoshiro left together, the tension between them snapping when they reached the gate and they bickered all the way. Echizen went straight to his father and demanded a match on their court, hitting the ball harder than what was necessary.
Fuji went home to Yumiko and asked for a tarot reading. Not for myself, he said with a chuckle. For Tezuka-kun, ne? Yumiko replied, bringing out her cards and setting them on the table.
XXX
“It’s not like he’s leaving forever.”
“No, but when the other schools find out that Tezuka’s not in our line-up, they’ll change theirs accordingly.”
Eiji gave a huge sigh and leaned back on the windowsill, hands in the pockets of his school pants. It was lunchbreak the day after Tezuka’s announcement and Eiji had decided to broach the subject with Fuji. The prodigy had been on the unusual side of quiet the whole morning, spending almost all of their morning classes staring out the window into the courtyard.
“Hey, Fuji . . .” Eiji bent forward a little to study his indoor-shoes. “You okay?”
“I’m all right.”
“Worried?”
“About Tezuka? Just a little. You?”
“Yeah. I mean, Germany’s so far away and he’ll be gone for a while.”
“Mm, that’s true.”
Fuji leaned out of the open window on his forearms, tapping against the floor absently with his foot. Tezuka’s class had had gym this morning and their classroom was near perfect to get a good view of the athletics field. But no matter how long or hard he had looked, he hadn’t found Tezuka anywhere.
“I was more worried about our line-up without Tezuka here,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “This means either Echizen or I will play Singles One.”
Eiji frowned, watching his best friend from the corner of his eyes. The whole team was worried about Tezuka, his injury and departure. Fuji was worried about who was going to play Singles One? About to tell him off, the redhead was then surprised to see Fuji’s eyes open in an expression that could only be described as melancholy.
“Did you know he sat out most of the games in the districts to force me to play Singles One?”
“Fuji.”
“He thought I would be serious if I was put into the Singles One slot.” The smile that curved his lips was tinged with wistfulness. “I never did play seriously. At least, not until that match with Echizen.”
When Fuji was in the mood to talk, Eiji did not disrupt him. He knew his friend well enough to realise that his sudden talkativeness was because he was tired of keeping things to himself all the time. There were things even Eiji could read about him and if Eiji couldn’t, who could?
Fuji focused his gaze on the track-and-field area just beyond the line of trees in the courtyard.
“Yesterday, I asked my sister to do a reading for him. She says his future will be full of chances and good experiences. And she drew The Lovers.”
What does it represent?
Who does it represent?
Eiji grinned wryly.
“I’m not blind, Fuji. If you’re worried about that, there’s really no point.” His grin widened marginally. “A tennis prodigy you may be, but I’ve had more experience than you reading people.”
At that, Fuji smiled. There were few things Eiji could boast about being better than him at, and reading people was one of them. One of the reasons why he could seem so open to everyone was because he could tell how he was supposed to be around someone and adapt to suit the environment.
Of course, adapting to the environment wasn’t the only remarkable ability Eiji had. He also had the ability to make the environment adapt to him when he wanted to - or otherwise Tezuka wouldn’t have put up with him for so long.
“I hope you’re right.”
XXX
The half an hour before club activities started that day, Tezuka came to classroom 3-6 and took Fuji up to the roof. To talk, was the curt explanation, before Tezuka turned around and began to walk towards the staircase leading up there, leaving Fuji no choice but to follow.
A stray tennis ball was nestled between the wires of the fencing, which Fuji only assumed that either Momo or Taka-san accidentally hit up here with an uncalculated shot. They were the only ones who could hit a ball up to this height, after all. He wrested the ball from its confines and began tossing it up and down in his palm idly.
“Germany, is it?” he asked quietly. “That’s far away.”
“Aa.”
“And when you return, you’ll be in perfect condition.”
“Yes, I’ll be in perfection condition to play any game.” Here, Tezuka shoved his hands in the pockets of his school pants and confidence flooded his voice. “Regardless of my opponent.”
Fuji glanced at Tezuka, who had turned to face him with intensity in his gaze that made the prodigy’s heart beat faster. He smiled, eyes fixed on the tennis ball clutched in his hand.
Wait for me.
He wondered, then, if Tezuka knew that that was probably the easiest thing he could ever ask - or tell - him to do. After all, he’d been doing it for years.
“I’ll be looking forward to it, then.”
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Title: Confidante
Author:
relinquished972
Theme(s): #35 [Non Stop Fighting]
Pairing/Characters: TezuFuji
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prince of Tennis
Summary: [fic for
55themes] “We’ve been . . . fighting.”
“Ne, Fuji, are you and Tezuka all right?”
“What makes you think we aren’t?”
“Don’t even try to lie to me, Fuji! You two have been on edge around each other for the past few weeks. What happened?”
“. . . It’s complicated.”
“Try me.”
“We’ve been . . . fighting.”
“Colour me stunned. Don’t look at me like that, Fuji. It’s been way too obvious to be a surprise anymore. Now, get to the point.”
“. . .”
“This problem isn’t going to solve itself, you know.”
“. . . First, he got upset because I met up with Tachibana for a match before the Nationals and I played seriously.”
“Uh-huh. I’m not surprised - you know he’s wanted you to play him seriously since you guys first met.”
“Then he accused Saeki of flirting with me when we went to Chiba together for the weekend.”
“. . .”
“. . . and now, apparently, I’m seeing both of them behind his back!”
“Right . . . wait, what?”
“Tezuka thinks I am seeing Tachibana and Saeki behind his back because I don’t discourage them from flirting with me!”
“That’s just insane!”
“Exactly what I said. I mean, Tachibana is more than likely to be having something going on with someone else and Saeki’s already taken!”
“He’s protective, Fuji.”
“Possessive, more like.”
“I think you’re luckier than most.”
“. . .”
“Tezuka could - and probably would - kill someone over you. Maybe you don’t understand it now in this moment of anger, but he doesn’t want to lose you.”
“And being possessive is going to do this any good?”
“. . .”
“Why are you laughing?”
“I’d never thought that I would, one day, have to play mediator for the two of you. It’s amusing, I’m sorry.”
“You’ll get sick of it soon enough if this doesn’t solve.”
“Bet you haven’t sat down and talked to him like this before.”
“. . .”
“Silent acknowledgement? I think that’s your problem.”
“Silence?”
“No. It’s that you don’t talk to each other about how you feel. You’ve gotten so used to the fact that you can understand each other so well without words for so many things, that you’ve forgotten that the perception of feelings is never entirely unbiased.”
“. . .”
“If it’s too deep for you, then how about just trying to understand that there is no way on earth you are ever going to be able to avoid misunderstandings in a relationship because you both think in different ways?”
“. . .”
“Why are you laughing?”
“You’ve just made something so deep sound so simple.”
“That’s because it is, Fuji. It’s the basics to any good relationship.”
*dodges flames and ducks under rotten vegetables*
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Title: The Easiest Thing
Author:
relinquished972
Theme(s): #43 [Wait for you]
Pairing/Characters: TezukaxFuji, Kikumaru Eiji
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prince of Tennis
Summary: [fic for
55themes] Fuji and Eiji mull over Tezuka’s imminent departure to Germany.
It was hard to tell how the word had gotten out so quickly. After the announcement Tezuka had made yesterday at afternoon practice, by morning break the next day almost everyone had heard the news. It was groundbreaking news, of course, because it wasn’t everyday that a Seigaku sports club captain was shipped off to a distant European country for a shoulder injury treatment. Seigaku was well-off, certainly, but just not that well-off to be able to afford it.
Everyone had assumed the Regulars would have the same reaction, but then again they often neglected to remember that each Regular reacted in a different way. Inui immediately began to work out all possible combinations that their remaining Regulars could make as soon as he had gotten home. Kawamura went home and absentmindedly practiced sushi-making, getting told off by his father for forgetting to add the wasabi in his dazed state.
Oishi worried to Tezuka, first, then himself later on when Tezuka failed to make a reply. Eiji sat in his room, silently staring at his stuffed bear toy from over his desk chair where he was seated, backwards. Kaidoh and Momoshiro left together, the tension between them snapping when they reached the gate and they bickered all the way. Echizen went straight to his father and demanded a match on their court, hitting the ball harder than what was necessary.
Fuji went home to Yumiko and asked for a tarot reading. Not for myself, he said with a chuckle. For Tezuka-kun, ne? Yumiko replied, bringing out her cards and setting them on the table.
XXX
“It’s not like he’s leaving forever.”
“No, but when the other schools find out that Tezuka’s not in our line-up, they’ll change theirs accordingly.”
Eiji gave a huge sigh and leaned back on the windowsill, hands in the pockets of his school pants. It was lunchbreak the day after Tezuka’s announcement and Eiji had decided to broach the subject with Fuji. The prodigy had been on the unusual side of quiet the whole morning, spending almost all of their morning classes staring out the window into the courtyard.
“Hey, Fuji . . .” Eiji bent forward a little to study his indoor-shoes. “You okay?”
“I’m all right.”
“Worried?”
“About Tezuka? Just a little. You?”
“Yeah. I mean, Germany’s so far away and he’ll be gone for a while.”
“Mm, that’s true.”
Fuji leaned out of the open window on his forearms, tapping against the floor absently with his foot. Tezuka’s class had had gym this morning and their classroom was near perfect to get a good view of the athletics field. But no matter how long or hard he had looked, he hadn’t found Tezuka anywhere.
“I was more worried about our line-up without Tezuka here,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “This means either Echizen or I will play Singles One.”
Eiji frowned, watching his best friend from the corner of his eyes. The whole team was worried about Tezuka, his injury and departure. Fuji was worried about who was going to play Singles One? About to tell him off, the redhead was then surprised to see Fuji’s eyes open in an expression that could only be described as melancholy.
“Did you know he sat out most of the games in the districts to force me to play Singles One?”
“Fuji.”
“He thought I would be serious if I was put into the Singles One slot.” The smile that curved his lips was tinged with wistfulness. “I never did play seriously. At least, not until that match with Echizen.”
When Fuji was in the mood to talk, Eiji did not disrupt him. He knew his friend well enough to realise that his sudden talkativeness was because he was tired of keeping things to himself all the time. There were things even Eiji could read about him and if Eiji couldn’t, who could?
Fuji focused his gaze on the track-and-field area just beyond the line of trees in the courtyard.
“Yesterday, I asked my sister to do a reading for him. She says his future will be full of chances and good experiences. And she drew The Lovers.”
What does it represent?
Who does it represent?
Eiji grinned wryly.
“I’m not blind, Fuji. If you’re worried about that, there’s really no point.” His grin widened marginally. “A tennis prodigy you may be, but I’ve had more experience than you reading people.”
At that, Fuji smiled. There were few things Eiji could boast about being better than him at, and reading people was one of them. One of the reasons why he could seem so open to everyone was because he could tell how he was supposed to be around someone and adapt to suit the environment.
Of course, adapting to the environment wasn’t the only remarkable ability Eiji had. He also had the ability to make the environment adapt to him when he wanted to - or otherwise Tezuka wouldn’t have put up with him for so long.
“I hope you’re right.”
XXX
The half an hour before club activities started that day, Tezuka came to classroom 3-6 and took Fuji up to the roof. To talk, was the curt explanation, before Tezuka turned around and began to walk towards the staircase leading up there, leaving Fuji no choice but to follow.
A stray tennis ball was nestled between the wires of the fencing, which Fuji only assumed that either Momo or Taka-san accidentally hit up here with an uncalculated shot. They were the only ones who could hit a ball up to this height, after all. He wrested the ball from its confines and began tossing it up and down in his palm idly.
“Germany, is it?” he asked quietly. “That’s far away.”
“Aa.”
“And when you return, you’ll be in perfect condition.”
“Yes, I’ll be in perfection condition to play any game.” Here, Tezuka shoved his hands in the pockets of his school pants and confidence flooded his voice. “Regardless of my opponent.”
Fuji glanced at Tezuka, who had turned to face him with intensity in his gaze that made the prodigy’s heart beat faster. He smiled, eyes fixed on the tennis ball clutched in his hand.
Wait for me.
He wondered, then, if Tezuka knew that that was probably the easiest thing he could ever ask - or tell - him to do. After all, he’d been doing it for years.
“I’ll be looking forward to it, then.”
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Title: Confidante
Author:
relinquished972
Theme(s): #35 [Non Stop Fighting]
Pairing/Characters: TezuFuji
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prince of Tennis
Summary: [fic for
55themes] “We’ve been . . . fighting.”
“Ne, Fuji, are you and Tezuka all right?”
“What makes you think we aren’t?”
“Don’t even try to lie to me, Fuji! You two have been on edge around each other for the past few weeks. What happened?”
“. . . It’s complicated.”
“Try me.”
“We’ve been . . . fighting.”
“Colour me stunned. Don’t look at me like that, Fuji. It’s been way too obvious to be a surprise anymore. Now, get to the point.”
“. . .”
“This problem isn’t going to solve itself, you know.”
“. . . First, he got upset because I met up with Tachibana for a match before the Nationals and I played seriously.”
“Uh-huh. I’m not surprised - you know he’s wanted you to play him seriously since you guys first met.”
“Then he accused Saeki of flirting with me when we went to Chiba together for the weekend.”
“. . .”
“. . . and now, apparently, I’m seeing both of them behind his back!”
“Right . . . wait, what?”
“Tezuka thinks I am seeing Tachibana and Saeki behind his back because I don’t discourage them from flirting with me!”
“That’s just insane!”
“Exactly what I said. I mean, Tachibana is more than likely to be having something going on with someone else and Saeki’s already taken!”
“He’s protective, Fuji.”
“Possessive, more like.”
“I think you’re luckier than most.”
“. . .”
“Tezuka could - and probably would - kill someone over you. Maybe you don’t understand it now in this moment of anger, but he doesn’t want to lose you.”
“And being possessive is going to do this any good?”
“. . .”
“Why are you laughing?”
“I’d never thought that I would, one day, have to play mediator for the two of you. It’s amusing, I’m sorry.”
“You’ll get sick of it soon enough if this doesn’t solve.”
“Bet you haven’t sat down and talked to him like this before.”
“. . .”
“Silent acknowledgement? I think that’s your problem.”
“Silence?”
“No. It’s that you don’t talk to each other about how you feel. You’ve gotten so used to the fact that you can understand each other so well without words for so many things, that you’ve forgotten that the perception of feelings is never entirely unbiased.”
“. . .”
“If it’s too deep for you, then how about just trying to understand that there is no way on earth you are ever going to be able to avoid misunderstandings in a relationship because you both think in different ways?”
“. . .”
“Why are you laughing?”
“You’ve just made something so deep sound so simple.”
“That’s because it is, Fuji. It’s the basics to any good relationship.”
*dodges flames and ducks under rotten vegetables*