Author's Note: my way to blow off some steam after music revision. I suck at music. Also my first post here. Also, I typed this in my phone so the formatting is weird... So kindly review!
Disclaimer: this is fan fiction. What else am I supposed to say?
Summary: Tezuka hears tapping from across the table. Oneshot. Pillar Pair.
Tap.
Tap. Tap.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap...
It was tolerable at first. Slightly irritating afterwards. When it became an onslaught of fingers tapping to a rough, disorderly beat, it became frustrating. He felt a tick in his head, and then he was sure he was frowning (however far he could).
He wonders why his lover forces himself to be here. Wonders why he forces himself to watch the walls with disinterested and dull eyes. Wonders why, this time, he's gone to tapping.
One finger goes up, as the next falls down. It's usually an easy pattern to discern. But with the quick messiness of it all, it takes a while to hear it.
Semibreve. Crotchet. Minim. Crotchet. Quaver. Minim. Quaver. Crotchet. Minim. Minim. Quaver. Crotchet. Crotchet. Quaver. Crotchet.
He wonders if he's lost some of his sanity by counting in notes. If he has, then he blames the boy across him.
The tapping stops. He nearly sighs out in relief. But then he notices that the tennis prodigy heaves a sigh to himself. The tapping ensues.
He's shocked for a few good seconds, then fixes his mask and turns to stare at the boy. And not his tan and lithe fingers.
"Ryoma," he warns. One of his hands push up the glasses which has inched towards his nose. Perhaps from looking down at the erratic noise his companion produced.
"Hmm..." The said boy lazily drawls out a reply, the tapping coming to a slow. When the sound ceases, gold eyes direct themselves to his captain. He tilts his head to the side by an inch. "Nani?"
"You're tapping." It's loud and erratic, following no set beat. But he doesn't voice it out. Doesn't need to, anyways.
"Sorry," the boy replies, almost sheepish. "I interrupted your reading."
Kunimitsu glances to the forgotten novel in his hand. The character is about to jump off a boat, into the stormy sea, where nothing but harsh waves awa— He takes note of the page number, before shutting it to a close. Ryoma stares at him. Dubious.
He merely puts the novel away in his bag and stands up. A hand is extended to the prince, "Let's go."
Not one to think twice about staying inside a room full of books, Ryoma stands up and takes that offered hand in his.
"Let's go."
OWARI
After note: It's weird how I wrote a pillar pair fic, when I was binge-reading thrill pair before. I wonder if Tezuka is a music aficionado, I heard he listens to classical, but personally, I think baroque fits him. Anyways, give your reviews. Remember, this is my first post.