A Perfect Tryst

Disclaimer: I don't own PoT.

Rating: T

Summary: Fuji finds out about Tezuka's secret and both committed a sin. TezuFuji, AU.

1 - Disclosure

That time, I thought about quitting. My youth wanted much thrilling jobs than being stuck in front of a desk and computer which older people seem more apt at doing. I wasn't complaining about the wage, in fact, I was lucky to be a part of this small yet acknowledged financial company. I was sure my career, and humbly, my capabilities won't ever plunge me into a mud.

Maybe, when I'm older and wanted stability, I can always go back here.

My mind was almost set at leaving. But Sanada-san, our President, asked me to orient the new special employee and that made my mind waver. I wondered why the greatest man I know here called him special. I was definitely intrigued.

Then, when I saw him, I did get it.

Tezuka Kunimitsu.

Powerful, charismatic, effortlessly outstanding, the handsomest…

…just plain perfect… for me?

But I believe I saw another quality that Sanada-san hadn't found, or even wouldn't find, it was… something no one would ever see except me. There's danger in him, yet it only made my blood rush with excitement even more. I couldn't almost breathe when we greeted each other and shook our hands for the very first time.

"Tezuka Kunimitsu desu."

The chance led me to become Tezuka's first friend, then the closest friend. Or maybe the only friend. He rarely talks, but it's okay since he doesn't even look to some of our co-workers. They don't mind of course, it's just me who doesn't want Tezuka to ignore me like he does to them.

As months came, I went greedy over Tezuka's company, to the point that I'm already flirting with him explicitly. He doesn't get mad so I remained persistent.

And until Tezuka's here, until we're eating together starting that day we've became friends, until he walks home with me until the bus stop I use, and until he shows me those precious rare smiles, I won't ever think of quitting.

Because Tezuka's got the perfect thrill I wanted.

-v-

7:05 pm

It was a good feeling that he didn't have to knock before entering Tezuka's office. Until Tezuka scowl him for it, like he does to others, at least Fuji could continue thinking that he's exceptional in Tezuka's eyes.

"Still not done?" He grasped Tezuka's shoulder and lowered his head, taking a peek on the computer screen. "Will you finish soon?" He purposely asked with his lips near Tezuka's ear.

Tezuka's shoulders stiffened, and to Fuji's excitement, Tezuka had his head and turning to meet his awaiting blue orbs.

Tezuka cleared his throat. "It's almost done," he replied, looking back immediately on the task, "…Will you wait?"

"Of course. Should you be really asking that? It'll be lonely to eat without you," Fuji said, and saw Tezuka's lip curve a bit for a brief moment. "We always eat together…"

"Hn. Always."

Fuji made a victorious smirk. "Then let me stay here while I wait," as he sat on Tezuka's desk near the computer screen, the dreamy state he was in caused him to knock Tezuka's open suitcase off the table, creating messy files on the marble floor.

Fuji did not miss the alarm in Tezuka's eyes.

"Oh, sorry! Don't worry, I'll take care of this. Please continue." He ushered Tezuka to focus back on his work, but the man insisted and was anxious as he hurriedly picked the materials. Fuji thought he just offended Tezuka's tidiness and felt very sorry.

But when Fuji picked the last item on the ground…

Hiragi Izumi 04/05

Tezuka-kun, keep this photo so you'll always remember what I look like the day before I married you. Found it in my old room yesterday. It's so cold here in Hokkaido. Oka-san expected you but I told her you're busy.

Everything turned black except for the glowing material in his hand. In the photo, there was a lovely woman staring at him, she had black hair curled properly above her shoulder, shining green eyes, and a sweet smile. Although queen-alike, Fuji couldn't convince himself to look at it again.

Fuji might have found his voice, but it was trembling.

"…Your wife is pretty…"

Out of all things I could say. The truth unconsciously came out from Fuji's mouth like a bitter vomit.

"Fuji."

"Here you go…"

Fuji hastily returned the photo, but for some reason, it was his hand that Tezuka took. "I… Can you wait a minute more? I'll just fix my things."

"…Yeah."

What fool am I, to think you'll love a man...

"…Thanks." Then Tezuka withdrew together with the photo.

Fuji felt betrayed. He wanted to scream. He wanted to ask why Tezuka didn't say anything about the marriage, for not wearing a damn ring, for leading him on. But who was he to feel that way when he was nothing but a mere infatuated co-worker? Just a die hard third wheel in the making? He hadn't even pictured himself being one.

Fuji immediately stepped for an exit, "I'll wait by the gate."

Instead of sulking publicly, Fuji thought of continuing home. That picture was too heavy for his chest. But his foot seemed heavier for another step, like his hopes that were also waiting for Tezuka.

-v-

"Let's eat here for tonight." Tezuka grabbed Fuji's hand to halt just before the entrance of a ramen shop they don't frequent at. It was amazing, yet irritating, that Tezuka manages to stay composed, while he was trying hard not to break down and start some hysteria that moment.

Now, even if Tezuka wasn't wearing a ring, or had any traces of being married, Fuji thought of encouraging Tezuka to spend dinner with his wife instead of having it daily with him… But the noble intent readily vanished as Tezuka's hands dropped on Fuji's lower back while ushering their selves inside the shop.

"Let's take the table on that corner." When Tezuka pulled his hand to follow, a whisper of restraint made Fuji stopped walking. But once he saw Tezuka's pursuing eyes, Fuji gave in helplessly.

I'm sorry. I couldn't help it.

Tell me what I should do, Tezuka…

Fuji knew that Tezuka had already sensed his distress and yet, didn't open the issue and remained calm, only bringing Fuji a feeling of shame. All along, he was trying to break a bond of two souls for his own love life.

As they sat across each other, as if they were on a date, Fuji's shame grew stronger. He couldn't look straight at Tezuka, and when he tried, it felt very erroneous like a crime.

Conscience was killing Fuji. "Aren't you coming home for dinner instead? I hope your wife doesn't get mad. She must be waiting for you, don't you think?"

After all their meal wasn't served yet. Tezuka could still run for home—to his wife. Fuji felt sweat forming on his forehead, afraid that any moment, Tezuka will actually agree and leave him to eat his grief alone.

"Tezuka?"

"When I get home, I won't be hungry anymore. You know how far my house is, you've been there once." Tezuka simply said, then completely dismissed the subject. "Have some water first. We've ordered plenty meals so it'll take long." Tezuka handed him a glass full of water.

"Thanks." Fuji ended. That was enough excuse he needed. But still… Tezuka's wife is alone right now, eating dinner all by herself… This isn't right.

"Your meal is ready, sir!"

After finishing double meals, Fuji felt nothing filled his satiety. Even the sight of Tezuka… it wasn't his to devour to begin with. His heart bled at the thought.

You have a wife. You were taken even before I met you and had not even given the chance to steal you away.

I shouldn't have met you.

Fuji jerked upon feeling a sudden contact of a warm body beside him and a soft finger brushing water away from his eyes. Tezuka had gotten to his side, and he was crying.

"I'm sorry, Fuji." Tezuka whispered, knowing Fuji knew what he meant.

It's alright. I was too late.

But…

Tezuka was to say something more but Fuji took his chance first. He feared all of his hopes will end completely if he let Tezuka speak.

"Tezuka, since we won't be having morning work tomorrow…" Fuji thought carefully, "Would you like to stay at my place for a while? There's this movie I'd love to watch. I think it would be fun if I had someone along with since I'm always alone at my apartment. Please?"

I wanted to feel full.

"It's fine. But I think I won't be of any fun, are you sure?"

Fuji realized the formulating idea in his mind was ridiculous and decided to take his request back instead. "I'll be glad to have you. Everything is fun when I'm with Tezuka. Come with me?" Oh shit. Please don't agree, Tezuka. Leave me now.

"All right then. I made you cry so, perhaps, I could make it up to you." Tezuka replied kindly.

The way Tezuka agreed without hesitation instantly killed Fuji's guilt and brought happiness instead. The probable consequences of his request didn't reach his logic that moment, only the need to be with Tezuka for a little longer.

I promise. Just this one night, and I'll let go of you. Forever.

To be continued!

Thanks for reading my first PoT fanfic, hope you all enjoyed. Please review and advanced Merry Christmas to all!