Disclaimer: Duh! Everyone knows that Takeshi Konomi own Prince of Tennis…
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One evening, as usual Tezuka was jogging along the park. The cool and refreshing air enthralled him. Suddenly he heard a familiar voice calling out his name. "Mitsu-kun! Kunimitsu!" The wonder to know who's calling caused Tezuka to turn his head in that voice direction.
"Kunimitsu, you're Kunimitsu Tezuka, right?" She turned a dazzling smile on him. "Mi-Miaka-chan, is that you?" Tezuka said, surprise in his voice. "Yes, it's me Miaka. Sashiburi. Hey, how do you do, Mitsu-kun?" She asked. Tezuka raised his eyebrows and inclined his head a little. "Miaka-chan," he said firmly, "I have not been called that sooty name for a long time." Tezuka smiled and reached out both hands. "What the deuce has Germany done to you? Why are you here?"
"Ah, that, apparently," Miaka said, looking straight up at Tezuka's surprised eyes. "It's so good to be home, don't you think so, Mitsu-kun. How fortunate I am to be meeting you here." She lied smoothly, with practised good manners. "Miaka, you're not answering to my question?" Tezuka looked sternly at Miaka's heart-shaped face. She was as tiny, as slim, as dainty, and as exquisitely lovely, than before, a treacherous part of Tezuka's mind told him. "Oh God, you're back. You finally returned to Japan after spending a number of years in Germany." He took her hands in his and turned her toward him. "Welcome to Tokyo, Miaka," he said, raising first one of her hands and then the other to his lips. "Okaeri."
"Tadaima," she said and her eyes brightened suddenly with unshed tears. "Oh, Mitsu, you have no idea how wonderful that sounds. The entire long, I've thought you have forgotten about me. I have not heard from you ever since you went back to Japan. I really missed all those good times we had back then in Germany. That's why…" she paused. He almost released her hands in order to draw her into his arms. "That's why, what?" He could see the tears in her eyes. Tezuka squeezed her hands more tightly instead. "I certainly could not forget you," he said. "Please forgive me if I've made you sad." Miaka was sobbing then. Dry, painful sobs that hurt her chest and robbed her of breath. "Shh," Tezuka was saying, cradling her head against his shoulder, then run his fingers soothingly through her hair. "There's someone I love so much, it hurts. I thought I'd have to keep this feeling a secret forever," Tezuka started to cry softly too, Miaka realised suddenly. She stayed where she was for a while until echo of his words finally took meaning in her brain.
She drew back her head and looked into his face. "Mitsu, I love you," she said couragely. "I loved you from the moment I first saw you. But I was very foolish not to tell you all then. I realise that now. And that's why I'm here. I was afraid that perhaps you would resent me. I was afraid to, Mitsu. I was afraid of losing you." He touched his lips to hers. "Miaka, what a foolish man I was," he said. "I love you too." He kissed her.
"Thank you, Mitsu." Miaka wrapped her arms about his neck and kissed him back. They shared a deep and lingering kiss that was strangely unsexual. Alarmingly unsexual. Tezuka kissed her not for pleasure but for something else - she was his first true love and he has been deeply in love with her for all this while.
Tezuka raised his head and looked at Miaka through half-closed eyes. "That will do nicely, my dear, and we're in a public place," he said, "until I can give you a more thorough welcome home later."
Their relationship had been restored to its safe, light flirtatiousness.
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