Pairing: TezukaxFuji
Summary: They met in Manila. They fell in love. They broke up when he married. He divorced. They have their happy ending.
Disclaimer: Must I do this every time? Not mine.
A/N: Please do not ask me where I got the plot. This one is for Lovefujitez at LJ. =)

Story of a first love ~The Happy Ending~

His new camera carefully tucked under his shirt, Fuji ran down the empty streets of Manila. He silently blamed himself for not listening to the weather cast, which resulted in being caught in a small typhoon flood. He should have known that rain showers were a quite typical phenomenon in the Philippines… he should have suspected something was wrong when he failed to see passengers loitering around these usually busy streets.

Soaked to the bones, Fuji could only wish no damage would be done to his new camera, without which he wouldn't be able to do his report —reason why he first came to this place— Glancing around, Fuji decided he could either find a shelter, save his camera and catch a cold or continue running down this unfamiliar road to his hotel, risk his camera, and probably catch a cold.

Weighing his options, Fuji hadn't noticed someone was in front of him and promptly ran into said man. He managed to gracefully stumble to the floor before looking up to see a hand stretched out in front of him.

"Sorry. Can you stand up?" the bespectacled boy asked.

Fuji smiled, half annoyed, half grateful and stood up, refusing the helping hand. "I'm fine, sorry I wasn't looking…" he stubbornly held on to the last hint of pride he still had.

But the taller man seemed like he wasn't the kind of person to notice such details; his frown deepened. "You're soaked."

Fuji silenced a sigh. He knew this type of person. They were those complete idiots who never knew when to stop asking to keep him from further staining his pride. Oh, and this one wasn't very talkative, he noticed. "I'm fine," he insisted on the last word, his sweet smile never fading, "my hotel is right around the corner. I'll catch a cold either way."

"You mean the one situated on Manila Bay? It's about three blocks further."

Fuji tried to hide his embarrassment. It's three blocks further, he wasn't lost. Clearing his throat, he decided he was going to refuse once and for all. "Thank you, but I'll manage on my own"

"You're soaked" the tall man insisted, "I'll walk you there." He moved closer to Fuji and stretched out his umbrella so that both of them were now sheltered from the rain. "I was heading there myself," he added when the smaller boy was about to complain, "so it's not especially inconvenient."

Especially inconvenient, Fuji echoed in his head, his smile becoming more and more strained as annoyance took the best of him. He succumbed and followed the tall man, deciding that no, he had no more pride left, therefore no more pretext to refuse. Whatever, he was already a bother so it wouldn't hurt if he bothered the man further, right? As a genius, Fuji knew how to deal with strangers, but most of them were not those he would classify in 'the particularly arrogant and idiotic' category. This one was a first.

He was interrupted from his train of thought when the particularly arrogant and idiotic man spoke up: "Could you hold this for a second?" he handed him the umbrella.

Fuji resisted the childish urge to just run off with this guy's umbrella and never see him again. It would serve him right, but he quickly decided against it. He was, after all, —and he never wished for it— indebted to this man for he saved his camera.

"Here" the taller man handed him his coat. "It's a bit wet but it's warm"

Fuji eyed the piece of cloth questioningly. "You'll get cold" he decided it wasn't modesty but concern he showed towards the taller man.

Said man took the umbrella from Fuji's hand and startled the small boy when their hands lightly brushed. "I won't, the hotel is 'right around the corner'." He didn't seem to have noticed the brief touch.

This time, Fuji couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows. Was that a joking attempt? Either way, it wasn't funny and the bespectacled man's monotone voice did all but betray him. "You won't get it back" Fuji fought to regain control of the situation.

"I had no intention" hazel eyes stared at the honey-haired boy.

"You were warned" Fuji snatched the coat and hastily put it on. The gush of warmth reminded him of how cold he was with nothing but a soaked t-shirt on. Fuji smiled when he noticed the huge sleeves covering his hands and the cloth descending to his knees. He was just that small.

The rest of the walk proceeded in a comfortable silence. It was only when they arrived at the hotel did Fuji thank him and run off to his room without a word, the large coat still comfortably resting on his shoulders.

~oO~Oo~oO~Oo~

The next morning Fuji casually strolled down the same busy street, admiring the good weather after yesterday's storm. He seriously hoped he could take some nice photos today for his nearing report. Glancing around, he spotted his favorite coffee shop across the street and hurriedly rushed over.

Fuji loved the sharp metallic sound of the golden bell hanging on the door. It would greet him every time he entered the coffee shop and, as usual, alerted by the sharp sound, everyone turned to see who the new costumer was. It wasn't long before the waitress recognized his presence and grinned. Fuji did the same, already accustomed to this daily routine.

"Isn't that Fuji-san! Early today, aren't we!" the mid-aged woman called.

The honey-haired boy smiled back politely and walked towards his favorite seat on the balcony. He knew the woman was already preparing his jalapeno flavored coffee he would always order. It was funny, he thought, to live in such a routine every single day. As a professional artist in training, Fuji hated what was usual and repetitive, but somehow he got used to living here, in a record time—he would never admit that he would still often get lost though—. In such a short time, people around him have already acknowledged his presence and have gotten used to having him around.

Fuji was surprised when he saw someone had already taken his favorite seat, the one closest to the streets, in the farthest corner of the shop where he could admire Manila's splendor in full view without being disturbed. Intrigued, he tip-toed to the seat adjacent to it and sat down. He pretended that he was browsing the area and slightly turned his head to peek at the brown haired man casually sipping his green tea. Fuji's eyes snatched open when said man, turned to look at him. It took Fuji one long minute to compose himself before he could force a smile on his face. "Must be fate, huh... Yet we meet again."

The tall boy blinked. "Good morning…"

"Fuji Syuusuke" Fuji informed him. Always so polite, aren't we.

"Good morning Fuji-san," he stood up and Fuji shook the hand offered to him. "I'm Tezuka Kunimitsu."

"Pleased to meet you, Tezuka-san." Fuji decided he wasn't going to let Tezuka play the formal little boy; it annoyed him more than it should. "Just Fuji is fine."

The bespectacled boy stayed silent for a minute, contemplating Fuji from head to bottom. When the strong gaze became unbearable for the honey-haired boy, Tezuka inquired: "Do you always drop honorifics so fast?"

Eh? Fuji tried very hard not to twitch his jaw. What's with this sudden change of subject? He reconsidered his previous choice of classifying Tezuka in the 'particularly arrogant and idiotic' section. He just found out the tall man wasn't an idiot, he was a clueless idiot. "I normally don't actually. You just seem…" arrogant "…familiar."

Tezuka seemed to consider that for a moment but snatched back to reality too soon for Fuji to be sure. "I see. Then you can call me Tezuka too." The tall man noticed they were still holding hands and awkwardly removed it. "Would you like to join me?" he pointed the seat in front of him.

Fuji was sure it was pure courtesy that pushed the bespectacled boy to ask him to join him. But how could he refuse such an invitation? The honey-haired boy was already mentally starting to pile up things he could say to keep an active conversation. He knew Tezuka wasn't going to talk if he didn't initiate things. "I would be glad to."

A few moments later, Fuji's coffee arrived and both decided that the comfortable silence they shared wasn't to be broken by unnecessary words.

They parted, after finishing their drinks, with a small nod and a smile. No words were needed.

~oO~Oo~oO~Oo~

A soft melody played. Dropping his camera, Fuji grabbed his cell phone from his pocket and flipped it open. He wasn't surprised when he spotted Atobe written in digital red letters on the small screen. His boss always called him at the worst moments possible. "What do you want, Atobe?" he impatiently requested.

"Arrogant, aren't we?" the diva teased. "meet me at the HQ in an hour so I can introduce you to your new partner. I personally chose the most competent mountaineer in Japan so he can guide you through your photo shoot next month, on Mount Fuji."

"See you" Fuji quickly flipped his phone shut and sighed. Headquarter? he echoed in his head. It was probably the third time Atobe joked about it and it was starting to get dull. But on the bright side, Fuji thought, Atobe was a nice –and rich, mind you– guy who always knew how to spoil him. That competent mountaineer his boss hired for God knows how much money would probably be needed since Mount Fuji wasn't the best hiking place for beginners. What's more, Fuji would probably enjoy himself now that he had company.

He later realized he was dead wrong.

~oO~Oo~oO~Oo~

"Fuji, meet Tezuka Kunimitsu and Tezuka, this is Fuji Syuusuke, Japan's number one photographer I was talking about earlier" Atobe proudly introduced them. "Fuji works for my publishing company and Tezuka is my childhood friend. I hope… no, I know you guys will have a great time together. Ore-sama is never wrong when it comes to match-making."

There was a dead silence the second Atobe stopped talking. Tezuka stared at Fuji, his expression remaining null while the latter mentally slapped himself for thinking highly of his boss. He should have known… no, there was probably no way he could have known, Fuji thought. But Tezuka must have suspected something since Fuji never left his hotel without his camera around his neck. And Japan's number one photographer? Fuji barely just started his career! If he hadn't been this composed, Fuji would probably be, by now, smashing his head against the door for his cursed three months he was going to spend with Tezuka. Tezuka! "We know each other, Atobe" Fuji was glad his voice remained normal despite his current mental state, though he couldn't say as much for his forceful smile, "we met yesterday."

The rich youth glared at both of them in bewilderment. "Then why didn't you tell me earlier? It would have saved Ore-sama from saying useless things." He thought for a moment before adding: "Ore-sama never says useless things."

But they weren't listening to him anymore. Tezuka still stared at Fuji while the latter once again mentally prepared some conversation topic that would come in handy for three months. He wasn't surprised he was out of idea after five minutes of reflection.

~To be continued~