Hey everyone! I'm ALMOST done the third chapter of my story "Let's go to Hogwarts, Gaara!" and I PROMISE I'll put it up as soon as I'm done. This is supposed to be another multi-chapter story, this time with Fuji and Tezuka. I'm planning for the rating to go up to at least M, so keep up with me! Uh... I'm overly hyper and enthusiastic right now, so... yeah, bear with me.
Warnings: Yaoi, attempted suicide
Disclaimers: I do no own Prince of Tennis, because if I did... oh god...
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Fuji Syuusuke stood out on the bridge, staring into space, not really seeing the river in the sunset as he stood with his love. But his love didn't know about Fuji's feelings. Tezuka Kunimitsu had no clue what the tensai felt for him. Fuji looked back at the old captain of Seigaku. He still remembered all of the memories they shared, as they grew up. They had finally graduated from high school, and college was waiting for them. Both of them were attending Tokyo University, where Tezuka would be majoring in law, and Fuji would be majoring in art, mostly photography. "Tezuka…." Fuji smiled sadly, as Tezuka closed his book and looked at the tensai. Tezuka was looking at him. Only him. Fuji's heart hammered in his chest as he gazed upon Tezuka's perfectly chiseled face, his deep, hazel eyes, his beautiful body… Yes, Tezuka Kunimitsu was perfect. And Fuji knew that he could never have him.
"Yes, Fuji?" His deep voice sent a shock of pain and agony through Fuji's body, and almost made Fuji reconsider what he was about to do. But Fuji knew that he had to carry this out.
"Will you do me a favor?" Fuji asked softly. Tezuka raised an eyebrow.
"Depends on what the favor is." On the outside, Tezuka looked calm, but on the inside, he was nervous. "Why bring this up all of a sudden?"
Fuji laughed nervously, then walked up to Tezuka and kissed him gently. "I love you Tezuka Kunimitsu. You are my sun, my moon and my life." Tezuka was at a loss for words. "I know that my love is unrequited, so… there is no point in me existing any longer as a corpse. Goodbye, Kunimitsu." Fuji turned around, walked to the edge of the bridge, and sat down. Tezuka was petrified, as he attempted to absorb what Fuji was about to do. Fuji smiled for the last time, stared out into the sunset and tears started to trickle down his face as he fell forward. A second before Fuji started to fall, Tezuka finally regained control of his body and he threw himself off the side, and grabbed Fuji's hand. Fuji was horrorstruck at what Tezuka was doing, and tried pushing him away, but Tezuka was stronger than him. Tezuka twisted himself so that the water would hit him first, and the two boys hit the water together. Fuji drifted away from Tezuka just as he started to lose consciousness.
Darkness.
Why is it so dark?
Am I dead?
No.
Voices.
I can't hear what they're saying.
Why are they so loud?
Tezuka Kunimitsu opened his eyes, and at least 10 doctors rushed over to him. "Are you all right, son?" Tezuka looked up into the eyes of a particularly grandfatherly doctor.
"What happened?" Tezuka asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose. His glasses weren't on, so everything was a blur around him.
"You fell off the bridge." The doctor sighed and held out a pair of glasses. Tezuka took them and put them on. "That was a nasty fall, too. For a second there, I thought you weren't going to survive." He turned around to make some notes on a clipboard.
Memories came flooding back to Tezuka. "Where's Fuji?"
"Who?" The doctor stopped short, and turned around. "Who's Fuji?"
"He…" Tezuka stopped, debating on whether or not to tell him the truth. "He fell off the bridge with me. He tripped and I tried to save him." Lies. All of them. Tezuka did not want Fuji to be put in a mental asylum when they did find him. So, Tezuka lied to protect Fuji. Tezuka touched his lips, remembering Fuji's warm, soft lips on his own. His heart was in turmoil right now. He had thought that Fuji was merely his friend, but now, he wasn't so sure. What were Tezuka's feelings for the tensai?
"There wasn't anyone else found when you were found." The doctor looked worried. "He either drifted further downstream, or he's dead."
Tezuka felt a cold, blunt feeling hit his stomach at the thought of Fuji dead. Fuji… his brilliant cerulean blue eyes never to open again… no more of Fuji's childish antics… no more of hearing his musical laugh… Tezuka knew, deep down, that he loved Fuji, but he wasn't sure if he loved him as a brother or more. "Doctor, when am I allowed to go home?"
"Erm… I suppose you can go home tomorrow." The doctor seemed absorbed in his own thoughts. "Fuji… I'm pretty sure that no one else was found in the river recently. I'll put up a search for him though. Is he related to you?"
"No. I'm his b-" Tezuka stopped, unsure of how to say this. "I'm his best friend. I'll inform his parents, if you don't mind. I… they love him very much, and I think that they'll want to hear the news from me." A keening, agonizing sound came from the back of his head, and he flinched. The doctor noticed, and asked what was wrong. Tezuka shook his head. "Nothing. I'm just… in pain from losing Fuji. I love him a lot." The doctor nodded sympathetically.
"Don't give up on him. It's hard losing a loved one." The doctor smiled. "But don't let go of what you believe in."
Bright, cerulean blue eyes opened. A feminine-looking boy sat up, but then winced at the pain in his head. A young girl, about 20 came running to his side. "You're awake!" She said cheerfully.
"W-who are you? Where am I?" The boy looked around. This place was unfamiliar. Then again, everything was unfamiliar to him right now. He didn't remember anything. Not his name, not who he was… all he remembered was a face. A handsome face. The boy wondered if the face was an imaginary face, or if it was a real face. If it was real, then he must have met an angel.
"Oh… I'm Anna(A/N: -makes up random name- shoot me. I don't own her. Well… I do, but I don't want to. This girl is just here for the sake of the fanfic.) You're in Osaka right now. You were found in the river." The boy looked at the girl, and found her sort of pretty. She had bright green eyes and blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing a pink T-shirt with a yellow smiley face and jeans. Fuji looked down to see that he was wearing an overlarge blue shirt and black running shorts. "Sorry about the clothes. I wasn't sure what size you were, so I just bought a T-shirt that I thought would be big enough for you, and the shorts, I estimated. What's your name?"
"I… I don't remember… I suppose you could call me…" He paused, unsure. "I don't know." His face took on a look of frustration.
"Hm…" Annai took a book from a bookshelf and flipped through it. "Let's give you a name. Let's see…. How about Ritsuka… Ritsuka Nowaki?" She was taking this rather calmly. The boy was surprised.
"I guess." Ritsuka shrugged. "Thank you for taking care of me, Anna." Ritsuka smiled. Anna swooned a bit at seeing the beautiful boy smile. But then the smile disappeared, and Ritsuka stared out into space. "I don't remember anything… except for a face…"
"Hm…" Anna pursed her lips. "Is the face Asian?"
"Yes… I think that he might be imaginary…"
Anna shook her head. "No, he wouldn't be. If he's the first thing you remembered, then he's not imaginary."
"I think… I think he was the one I loved…" Ritsuka's heart beat erratically at the picture of that face. "But… he was a boy…"
"It's all right. It's love. There's nothing you can do about it." Anna smiled brightly.
"I guess. Thanks Annai. Do… do you mind if I stay here for a while? I don't remember where I came from…"
"Of course I don't mind!" The girl nodded. "I'll have to buy clothes for you though…. What size are- never mind." She remembered that Ritsuka was going through amnesia. "You'll just have to come along with me. Uh… Ritsuka… Do you think seeing this person's face will trigger your memories?" She asked, keeping a straight face.
"Maybe… I hope so… for some reason… I miss this person a lot." Ritsuka was quiet as he played with the blanket a bit. "We'll see how this turns out, I guess."
"Yes, Ritsuka. I hope this turns out for the better." Anna nodded. "Oh, that's right. I'm moving to Tokyo because I'm attending Tokyo University. Do you want to stay here?" After seeing the wide, panicked expression on the boy's face, she shook her head. "Never mind. You'll be moving with me."
"Is it too much trouble?" Ritsuka asked, his face worried.
"Of course not!" Anna waved her hand in a I-couldn't-care-less gesture. "We'll go shopping for clothes tomorrow, and I'm moving next week. All right?
"All right. Thank you for everything, Anna." Ritsuka said softly. Anna beamed at him, and then left the room. The boy stared out into space. He could hear the faint whack and thump of a ball hitting a wall. For some odd reason, that sound was comforting.
Tezuka Kunimitsu sat at his desk, his fingertips at his temples, rubbing lightly. He still couldn't figure out his feelings for the missing boy, and he could remember Fuji's family's reaction when he told them.
The ex-captain hesitated at the door, when it flew open to reveal a hysterical Yumiko. "Tezuka! Where's Syuusuke?!" She cried out loud, her tarot cards in her hands.
"He's…missing." Tezuka said softly. "I'm doing everything in my power to find him."
"Syuusuke…" Yumiko slid to the ground, as her trembling hands flipped over the top three cards of the deck in her hands. (A/N: I'm not totally sure how tarot cards work, so bear with me.) "The dove, the trickster… and the hermit." She breathed out a sigh of relief. "No death. That must mean that Syuusuke's alive." Tezuka's heart jumped.
"Yumiko? Who's here?" Fuji's normally smiling mother came to the door. "Tezuka-kun!"
"Fuji-san…" Tezuka nodded in acknowledgement.
"Okaa-san? Tezuka?" Yuuta's forehead creased in confusion. "Where's Aniki?"
"He's…" Tezuka looked at Yumiko, helplessly.
"Missing, but alive." Yumiko said firmly. Her mother closed her eyes and a tear ran down her face. Yuuta bit his lip.
"How do you know this, Tezuka?" Yuuta asked quietly.
"Because, when Fuji fell off the bridge, he was with me." Tezuka replied.
"Did you try helping him?" Yuuta's voice was now icy.
"..." Tezuka was silent. He finally spoke. "Yes I did, but I failed."
"At least you tried." Yuuta sighed in defeat. Yumiko appraised the bespectacled boy. His eyes were filled with pain, and his shoulders were slumped. A drastic change from the old Tezuka, who Syuusuke always talked about, who Syuusuke loved so much.
"Tezuka-kun. Thank you for telling us about Syuusuke. I hope we can find him, and when we do, you'll be the first to know." Fuji's mother smiled a bit. Tezuka closed his eyes, and nodded.
"Tezuka. Aniki wouldn't have wanted us to mourn. He would have wanted us to move on." Yuuta whispered softly before Tezuka left.
"Moving on, huh?" Tezuka muttered to himself, repeating Yuuta's words. "I wish I could." He could picture the tensai's face in his mind. Far away, he could have sworn that he heard the faint sound of a tennis racquet crashing onto the ground.
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There WILL be a second chapter. Yes, Ritsuka IS Fuji, but he doesn't know it. Anna is just some random girl I made up on the spot. I am amazingly good at writing bad endings, so please, don't flame the ending. Actually, don't flame at all, or else... uh... let's say that I will go sadist... and me in my sadistic-mode isn't pretty. I think the most extreme thing I've done was tie my friend up and pour cold water filled with bugs on her. She made me really REALLY mad. Don't ask. Constructive critisicm is more than welcome... and yeah. Please keep on supporting me! Arigatou!