A/N: hihi…hello minna-san!!!:D me back with another fic…this time…it's a happy ending..hopefully…:D winkwink nwei…this fic stars my one true pairing…TezFu…the oh-so-PERFECT PAIR!!!:D hihi...ejoy..:D and please do review!!:D

Disclaimer: Me no ownie…me saddie…TT demo…Konomi-sensei does ownie…:D


Temporary Bliss

If I tell you that I have always loved you, what'll you do?

That was the question that Fuji Syuusuke kept asking himself for the past year. Ever since he had first laid eyes on a certain Tezuka Kunimitsu, his life changed. It has been two years since he, together with his family, had moved from Chiba to Tokyo. It has been two years and he had moved on from his painful past. It has been two years, and still, that perplexing question never tired to bother him.

The person that was occupying Fuji's mind is currently standing beside the courts, not forgetting an occasional (or maybe not) shout for laps to some wayward club members. Fuji looked at him intently, not missing the streak of sweat that streamed down his beautifully carved cheek. Beautiful is an understatement, Fuji thought. Tezuka, in Fuji's opinion, is not simply beautiful, per se. Tezuka is an epitome of beauty. He is beauty himself and no one can naysay that, not even Atobe Keigo.

Whilst Fuji was building castles with Tezuka in it in the air, the latter looked at the former's direction. Thinking that there was something wrong with the tensai, Tezuka walked towards Fuji, who was slumped on a bench, wearing a rather lopsided smile. Upon reaching the smaller boy, he put his hand on Fuji's forehead. This startled Fuji, of course. Who wouldn't be when the person of your dreams suddenly solidifies himself in front of you and does a princely thing such as letting his delicate hands touch your dank forehead?

"Tezuka!" Fuji was forced out of his fantasy. He sat up straight and looked at Tezuka. He couldn't help but notice the lines that were starting to form in his buchou's forehead. His buchou. Now that sounded right and good, Fuji thought.

"Are you alright?" Tezuka sounded concerned. Actually, he was concerned. Fuji was one of Seigaku's top players, and a sick Fuji is a serious matter and something that is definitely worth to be concerned about.

"H-hai, Tezuka. I'm alright. What makes you think I'm not alright?"

"Nothing." And with that. Tezuka left. He went back to his post and instructed the first years to pick up balls. He called for the regulars and instructed them to pair up and do some practice matches. While Fuji was walking towards his court, he shot a glance at the stoic captain. Hn, Tezuka, why are you playing dumb with me, Fuji thought.

oOo

After practice, Fuji immediately went to the clubroom. He sat down and hung his head, a towel hiding it from view. Fuji was starting to get hurt from Tezuka's nonchalance. He wanted to make Tezuka feel his love for him, but so far, all his efforts went down the drain. Wanting to relax himself, he stood up and went to the showers. He found that all cubicles were empty, save for one, the one Tezuka was using. Fuji looked at a nearby bench, and saw Tezuka's neatly folded change of clothes – his uniform and fresh socks – with his glasses on top of his uniform. He went near Tezuka's things, touched them lightly and inhaled the scent that was Tezuka's. Fuji felt temporary bliss, his senses were on high, and he was about to collapse onto the bench when a pair of wet hands held his arms and shook him gently.

"Fuji, are you really alright?" Tezuka's brows were creased in concern, and worry was evident in his hazel eyes. Fuji smiled at Tezuka, a pained smile at that. He didn't answer Tezuka's question. He just stood up and went to the showers. Tezuka followed him with his gaze, he was bothered. Fuji wasn't normally like this. Fuji was hiding something that he didn't want others to know about, and he could have succeeded, if only Tezuka couldn't read him. The two of them were friends since first years, and for that long time, Tezuka had learned to read, even for a bit, Fuji, especially when he is most vulnerable.

Tezuka waited for Fuji to finish showering. He was going to walk Fuji home and force the tensai to talk about what was bothering him.

oOo

While Fuji was in the showers, he thought of what happened. Tezuka actually looked concerned, he told himself. He let the water run down on him, this feels nice, he added to his thoughts. Fuji never felt like this before. Tezuka and him alone in the club room, Tezuka caring about him, Tezuka half-naked in front of him, it was a sight to behold, he chuckled. He must remember to do that again.

When he finished showering, he saw that he was not alone. Tezuka was sitting on the bench, and looked at Fuji and said, "I'm walking you home." Fuji smiled at Tezuka like a child, he was starting to like his way of doing things.


A/N: So...how was that for a start eh?..hope you all liked it..please review..:D