Spring's Secret
Author: Milai Sapphire
Written: 4-19-06
Author's Note: Okay. Here it is. My first TezuFuji, actually first Tenipuri fanfic (working on my first long tenipuri fanfic, tezufuji, as we speak). A short drabble-ish thing that popped into my mind. Not sure it came out how I wanted it. Started out how I wanted it, I think...: I think I give the reader a bit of freedom where imagination is concerned. So please read and review. Tell me what you think. Constructive criticism very much welcome.
Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to own the tenipuri characters...I don't. But if Fuji or Tezuka ever goes up for sale, I'll take them ;;
Also, this is written in Tezuka's POV. Just a good little note that you might need.
He sat across from me. Book in his hand. Slit eyes glancing from page top to page bottom, and taking careful note of his surroundings. Particularly, the exit.
Haru.
Spring.
The one season of the year I never particularly held an interest in. I have a valid reason, best kept within my mind.
The weather is fine actually. It doesn't really matter much. At least to me. Personally, the way it looks now seems promising for summer. Perhaps I'll get to take a mountain hike somewhere…however…
As those thoughts spurred through my mind, I felt a sudden sneeze come forth. He handed me a handkerchief. His eyes no longer fixed on the pages between his hands. "Thank you." I managed to mumble below my breath as I returned my gaze to the sky beyond the glass window panel.
A strong realization hit me.
Something I prefer not to recall.
One glance.
Handkerchief.
Another glance.
A person's face cleverly hidden behind his book. Unfortunately, his face need not spell mischief as
it was written quite clearly on the book cover.
Turn once.
Some thoughts are best not lingered on.
My head turns left. Vulnerable point. The same mischievous student that sat across from me not too long ago was dangerously tracing the nape of my neck.
"Nee…Tezuka…?" His hands were making their way down.
Shoulders.
"…what is it?" I tried to regain my composure.
Chest.
Even now I can't bring myself to answer him as expected. Hesitation.
Waist.
" …it's spring, isn't it?" In the mirror's reflection, a pair of blue eyes slanted with mischievousness mixed with a flaming lust. Before I could answer (incorrectly I might add), he was five steps ahead.
Five steps forward was more than a clear reminder.
Maybe as Inui might put it: "Fuji + mating season + xxx book" equals...
There is no equivalent.
-fin-