Written for the 15Photos challenge on LiveJournal! The rating is subject to change for this!!
Disclaimer: I don't own POT, and I'm not making money off of writing this...
There is implied M/M (Tezu/FUji) in this, do not say you weren't warned!
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White sand, clear skies and blue waters surrounded the Seishun Gakuen tennis team at their day on the beach and from his perch on his towel Fuji secretly snapped away with his camera.
He was content taking pictures of the team at practice, but to have a chance to get them together outside of practice and unguarded was a thrilling challenge for the tensai.
After all there are not many scenes in which one could find Tezuka Kunimitsu soaking wet and in only swimming trunks now are there?
He lifted the camera to get a quick picture of his best friend volleying a beach ball to their vice captain before turning to get Oishi's unmasked expression of enjoyment. They were the perfect match in his opinion, and superbly photogenic. His sharp crystalline eyes surveyed for the next person that would fall victim to his camera.
Snap!
The abject horror on the freshman trio's faces was forever preserved as Inui held a glass of his horrid juice above them. They had lost a beach volleyball contest against Ryoma and Momo. He shook his head with a laugh; how exactly they had lost he wasn't quite sure.
Inui sat next to him after forcing the putrid juice upon his kohais, "There is a ninety-eight percent chance Tezuka will destroy your camera if he finds you have a picture of him."
"If you can have your notebooks with numbers and figures then I can have my pictures, ne Inui?" The photographer smiled a little too cheerily.
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Fuji flipped back through his camera's memory as he leaned against one of the cars that were to take the team back to their hotel.
His favorite subject had evaded him all day.
A soft pout fell over the tensai's features as he failed to find a picture of Tezuka among the crop of photos. He looked up to find Tezuka among his teammates, packing their things, only to find him missing.
Fuji started back towards the sandy strip of land to search for the captain, muttering an excuse about leaving something on the beach when Oishi asked. He stopped about ten meters from where they had sat only half an hour ago.
There stood Tezuka. His chin was tipped up to the sky and his entire being was drenched in soft moonlight. The sight was ethereal.
The captain turned to look his straight in the eyes, breaking the supernatural moment. He slowly walked past Fuji brushing shoulders with him lightly as he went.
Fuji stood in shock for a moment before looking down at his camera. He stepped forward towards the surf and opened the small hatch in his camera containing the memory card. Pulling it out, he snapped the plastic rectangle in half, gently tossing it into the rising tide.
What use were all those pictures when he would have that one picture engraved in his mind forever?
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