Hey everybody… here is nejitenteji10sasu10 a.k.a kat here. Some of you probably clicked on this because you wanted TeFu love. Or you were curious what TeFu really was, and clicked on this. You might also be one of my classmates who have been bugging me since the first time you knew I was writing stories on Fanfiction to write TeFu fics(You know who you are, 'aryt? C.C. haha). You could also be one of the many readers who read my stories (if there even are that many) in the Naruto page.
Anyway, I'm not here to bug you about the history. You can click on my freaking profile if you want. Just wanted to let you know that I do my best work on NARUTO stories, not Prince of Tennis, not Ouran High School Host Club, not on Avatar, and most ESPECIALLY TeFu.
I didn't even know what POT was, actually, until – let's call them Joy and Mel – convinced me to borrow POT DVD's from them, and I complied, and discovered the world of POT and TeFu.
So now I'm a POT writer as well, though keep in mind:
I still haven't perfected the art of TeFu Stories. My first TeFu fic – not posted here – was a disaster, but after some weeks, Joy saw another TeFu story of mine that I had just written, and said that it was good enough for here.
So now I'm here, with a collection of TeFu Oneshots. Please don't hate me if they're a bit OOC, or if I get the terms wrong, so please just PM or review me, and I can change it! Okay?
Let's start!
TEFU SHOT NUMBER ONE:
Without You
It is about a half hour before Tezuka Kunimitsu is going to board the plane to Germany. He sighed, taking in the last sights of Japan, when suddenly he heard a familiar voice call his name…
"Hm? Fuji?"
He was answered as Fuji Syusuke's body rammed into him, almost knocking the breath out of the poor captain. "Fuji?" he said to the honey-brown haired, cerulean eyed genius, who was at the moment, hugging him.
"Gomen!" Fuji grinned and took away his arms from Tezuka. "I just wanted to see you again before you…" his voice faltered a bit. "Before you leave."
Tezuka glanced away, at a family who was greeting a man who had just got off a plane. "Fuji… Thanks. Thanks for everything. For being my friend… for changing me."
Fuji smiled at him. "You're welcome. You changed me too, y'know."
Tezuka was silent as he remembered his moments with Fuji. That day in the tennis court when they met for the first time… their first match… Fuji grabbing his hands in joy as he accepted their first match… Tezuka clenched his fists. Why am I leaving? When I know that the best part of my life… won't be leaving with me.
"Tezuka? What's wrong?" Fuji's concerned voice interrupted his thoughts.
"I'll miss you. All of you. Everything about here. Except Inui's juice, probably." Tezuka turned his head again.
Fuji gave him a small smile. Tezuka continued. "I don't want to go. But… you know… I want to… I want to get better…"
"You don't have to better here. Get better… with us. We need you." Fuji, like the other members of the team, had tried to talk Tezuka out of it. Now Fuji was trying, once again, pleading.
As Fuji looked up into Tezuka's eyes, he saw something that he had never seen in those rimmed eyes. Regret. Pain.
"It's too late now." Tezuka blinked the feelings out of his eyes, once again appearing emotionless.
Fuji hung his head, defeated. Then he put on a clearly fake smile, and grinned, even though his heart felt like it was being torn into two. "I tried, right?"
Tezuka stared back at Fuji. "I have to go. I'm boarding in a few minutes."
Typical of the famous Tezuka Kunimitsu…Fuji thought, smiling sadly. "Ano… Tezuka. May I say something before you leave?"
Tezuka nodded. "What?"
Fuji smiled sadly to himself. "Whenever you're alone, just look at the spaces between your fingers…" he silently took Tezuka's hand. "And know that that's where my fingers fit… perfectly."
