Rant: Since I'm bored out of my mind while surfing the net after watching
Tennis no Ohji-sama, and ended up in this section of the site finding a
bunch of Fuji x Tezuka fics, I just thought, I might as well write one.
And here's the beginning of the product.
Oh, yea, the whole disclaimer thing, I don't own any of these chars. though I wish I can.. Hum, Kikumaru and Fuji locked in my closet sounds good to me.
*..* means thoughts.
Chapter one
This morning was like any other as the sunlight peered through the open window and warmed up the spot on the desk where Fuji Syusuke placed his closed English notebook. The sparrows outside sung, echoing the reading of that girl in the front row as she stood stiffly, holding her book beneath her nose.
It was the last class of the day, right before the tennis practice that came as surely as the rising sun, and as surely, the appearance of someone. Fuji rested his chin in an opened palm as he gazed toward the sky, studying the floating clouds as the sensei continued on with the English course, writing out a common grammar mistake on the board. The last period always seemed the longest somehow, as if time stretched just to see how far he could be pushed.
Though time was kind today and passed quietly as the bell rung, beckoning the end of school and called out for the students to leave for home, or in his case, to the tennis club.
Fuji picked up his books as he stood, pulling open his book bag with one hand as Kikumaru Eiji, his friend and teammate, complained about sourness of his back from the constant sitting. Somehow, he ended up in every one of Fuji's classes, it was, of course, both a curse and a bless. Watching Eiji get in trouble and being tortured was entertaining, but it gave him extra work to keep his friend out of some serious stupidity.
He tossed the book bag over his shoulder after closing it, then flashes a smile toward Eiji before stepping out of the room, leaving the other man behind with his usual whining. The young man's voice could be heard over the thinning crowd. "Fuji~! Wait for me! How cruel!"
His footsteps echoed in the back stairway; the other students were gone or too busy trying to get out of the school to use it; as he stride down them Fuji pacing himself and hummed slightly. It was "Hikari" by Utada Hikaru if he remembered correctly, though he could not hit a couple of those high notes. Singing was never one of his specialties.
"You hit two sour notes." A deep rich voice called out from behind as a shadow appeared beside his.
Fuji smiled another one of his famous smiles. "You think so?" He questioned, pulling a hand to his chin as he stepped off of the stairs and into an almost empty hallway. "I thought I hit three wrong notes."
Tezuka Kunimitsu stepped in beside him and shook his head. "No, the other one wasn't that bad. I do not recommend you to become a singer if you fail at tennis."
Fuji chuckled at his captain's joke. "But if I do start a band, will you come and be my guitarist?"
"No." Tezuka answered as they turned a corner and pushed opened the door to the tennis locker room.
The room was fairly large for a school such as his, though it was most likely because this was the locker room of the first seed in the district. The color of the bench near the window was wore dull from use, though still firm and held its space for the past twenty some years. The lockers were newly painted just a couple of month ago, before the arrival of their new teammate, Echizen Ryoma, and shimmered as they reflected the rays of the sun.
And just as a normal day, the room was empty beside the two friends.
Dropping off his book bag into the small locker, Fuji picked out the familiar feel of his uniform as he took it from his equipment bag. Stripping himself, he tugged the shirt over his head and threw back his hair from his eyes. The hair was bugging him every now and then, perhaps he should get it cut sometime soon. "No?" He chuckled. "But you're a good guitarist, it's called wasting talent."
"And you're a bad singer, it's called no talent." The captain answered, pulling on his shorts. He stumbled a bit as he pulled on his tennis shoes, then finally decided to sit down and tie the show laces.
Fuji buttoned his shirt and sat down beside his friend, adjusting his shoes. They were getting a tad bit small. "It's just a thought." He grinned as he lifted his equipment bag and set it across his knees. "I would like to see you perform one day, it would be a sight to see, ne? After all, you still owe me for those times I saved you from Inui's juice."
"Maybe." Tezuka stood, throwing his tennis bag over his shoulder and stepped out. "If it doesn't work out, I'll give you a private performance." He turned to wait for his friend. "It's only to pay you back for the juice thing."
He smiled.
The sun rays hit his hair just the right way for that split second as a smile appeared on his lips, giving him a golden glow and an air of self- confidence.
It was breath taking.
Fuji Syusuke, the prodigy, couldn't help but to mirroring that smile. "Only for the juice thing."
"Fuji~! You idiot! You were supposed to wait for me!" Kikumaru's voice interupted the conversation as the weird haired man poked his face into the room. "How can you be so mean~! Oh, Oishi, are ya ready for practice today?"
Oishi Syuichiroh entered, closely followed by Kawamura Takashi and Echizen Ryoma. The vice president waved to his partner with a smile, then settled on the bench beside Fuji. "Of course. Fuji, how was your day?"
"It was fine." Fuji answered, searching for Tezuka through the corner of his eyes and found him leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed beneath his chest. The smile was gone, of course, Tezuka never smiled in front of a group of people, he rarely smiled, period. "Though Eiji made a lot of noise while trying to sleep through history and Yoshiko sensei hit him with another piece of chalk today in math."
"Fuji~!" Kikumaru whined as he unbuckled his belt as the rest of the group let out a laugh, he seemed extra whiny today.
"Yoshi." Fuji pushed himself from the bench and stood. "Time for practice. I wonder if Inui have an extra cup of that penal tea today." He grinned as the mood of the room changed to complete depression. It was fun seeing people suffer.
He stepped out side and smiled another smile toward Tezuka, who nodded and started to pace off.
The captain paused and turned slowly. "This Sunday." He paused. "My house.. Private concert." With that, the taller man walked off slowly, bouncing a racket on his shoulder.
Fuji found himself grinning. *Sunday huh? I wonder what will happen.*
Oh, yea, the whole disclaimer thing, I don't own any of these chars. though I wish I can.. Hum, Kikumaru and Fuji locked in my closet sounds good to me.
*..* means thoughts.
Chapter one
This morning was like any other as the sunlight peered through the open window and warmed up the spot on the desk where Fuji Syusuke placed his closed English notebook. The sparrows outside sung, echoing the reading of that girl in the front row as she stood stiffly, holding her book beneath her nose.
It was the last class of the day, right before the tennis practice that came as surely as the rising sun, and as surely, the appearance of someone. Fuji rested his chin in an opened palm as he gazed toward the sky, studying the floating clouds as the sensei continued on with the English course, writing out a common grammar mistake on the board. The last period always seemed the longest somehow, as if time stretched just to see how far he could be pushed.
Though time was kind today and passed quietly as the bell rung, beckoning the end of school and called out for the students to leave for home, or in his case, to the tennis club.
Fuji picked up his books as he stood, pulling open his book bag with one hand as Kikumaru Eiji, his friend and teammate, complained about sourness of his back from the constant sitting. Somehow, he ended up in every one of Fuji's classes, it was, of course, both a curse and a bless. Watching Eiji get in trouble and being tortured was entertaining, but it gave him extra work to keep his friend out of some serious stupidity.
He tossed the book bag over his shoulder after closing it, then flashes a smile toward Eiji before stepping out of the room, leaving the other man behind with his usual whining. The young man's voice could be heard over the thinning crowd. "Fuji~! Wait for me! How cruel!"
His footsteps echoed in the back stairway; the other students were gone or too busy trying to get out of the school to use it; as he stride down them Fuji pacing himself and hummed slightly. It was "Hikari" by Utada Hikaru if he remembered correctly, though he could not hit a couple of those high notes. Singing was never one of his specialties.
"You hit two sour notes." A deep rich voice called out from behind as a shadow appeared beside his.
Fuji smiled another one of his famous smiles. "You think so?" He questioned, pulling a hand to his chin as he stepped off of the stairs and into an almost empty hallway. "I thought I hit three wrong notes."
Tezuka Kunimitsu stepped in beside him and shook his head. "No, the other one wasn't that bad. I do not recommend you to become a singer if you fail at tennis."
Fuji chuckled at his captain's joke. "But if I do start a band, will you come and be my guitarist?"
"No." Tezuka answered as they turned a corner and pushed opened the door to the tennis locker room.
The room was fairly large for a school such as his, though it was most likely because this was the locker room of the first seed in the district. The color of the bench near the window was wore dull from use, though still firm and held its space for the past twenty some years. The lockers were newly painted just a couple of month ago, before the arrival of their new teammate, Echizen Ryoma, and shimmered as they reflected the rays of the sun.
And just as a normal day, the room was empty beside the two friends.
Dropping off his book bag into the small locker, Fuji picked out the familiar feel of his uniform as he took it from his equipment bag. Stripping himself, he tugged the shirt over his head and threw back his hair from his eyes. The hair was bugging him every now and then, perhaps he should get it cut sometime soon. "No?" He chuckled. "But you're a good guitarist, it's called wasting talent."
"And you're a bad singer, it's called no talent." The captain answered, pulling on his shorts. He stumbled a bit as he pulled on his tennis shoes, then finally decided to sit down and tie the show laces.
Fuji buttoned his shirt and sat down beside his friend, adjusting his shoes. They were getting a tad bit small. "It's just a thought." He grinned as he lifted his equipment bag and set it across his knees. "I would like to see you perform one day, it would be a sight to see, ne? After all, you still owe me for those times I saved you from Inui's juice."
"Maybe." Tezuka stood, throwing his tennis bag over his shoulder and stepped out. "If it doesn't work out, I'll give you a private performance." He turned to wait for his friend. "It's only to pay you back for the juice thing."
He smiled.
The sun rays hit his hair just the right way for that split second as a smile appeared on his lips, giving him a golden glow and an air of self- confidence.
It was breath taking.
Fuji Syusuke, the prodigy, couldn't help but to mirroring that smile. "Only for the juice thing."
"Fuji~! You idiot! You were supposed to wait for me!" Kikumaru's voice interupted the conversation as the weird haired man poked his face into the room. "How can you be so mean~! Oh, Oishi, are ya ready for practice today?"
Oishi Syuichiroh entered, closely followed by Kawamura Takashi and Echizen Ryoma. The vice president waved to his partner with a smile, then settled on the bench beside Fuji. "Of course. Fuji, how was your day?"
"It was fine." Fuji answered, searching for Tezuka through the corner of his eyes and found him leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed beneath his chest. The smile was gone, of course, Tezuka never smiled in front of a group of people, he rarely smiled, period. "Though Eiji made a lot of noise while trying to sleep through history and Yoshiko sensei hit him with another piece of chalk today in math."
"Fuji~!" Kikumaru whined as he unbuckled his belt as the rest of the group let out a laugh, he seemed extra whiny today.
"Yoshi." Fuji pushed himself from the bench and stood. "Time for practice. I wonder if Inui have an extra cup of that penal tea today." He grinned as the mood of the room changed to complete depression. It was fun seeing people suffer.
He stepped out side and smiled another smile toward Tezuka, who nodded and started to pace off.
The captain paused and turned slowly. "This Sunday." He paused. "My house.. Private concert." With that, the taller man walked off slowly, bouncing a racket on his shoulder.
Fuji found himself grinning. *Sunday huh? I wonder what will happen.*