A Mysterious Caller
This is not a proper fanfiction. Just some idea that kept bugging me when I was having a fever, plus after reading 'Dear Myself' and overhearing some lunchtime drama on FM100.3 while (obviously not) concentrating on my work...
This should be set a few years after they had graduated from middle school and maybe lost/didn't contact with each other...
It was silent on the other end.
Fuji Syusuke waited for a reply before he asked again, "Hello?" Deciding that it must be a prank call when there wasn't a respond, he replaced the receiver. But he hadn't felt good about the call.
"Who was it?" Fuji Yuuta asked when he saw his older brother coming back to the living room.
"It was just a prank call." the tennis tensai casually replied and continued watching his DVD from where he had left off to answer the call.
The same ringing interrupted him again from his movie.
Fuji stopped Yuuta from going to answer it, he felt that he had to answer it himself, "I'll get that." but he didn't understand why.
"Hello, Fujis' residence."
Silence. Again.
A frown knotted his fair brows, "Who is this on the phone?" The other party was still keeping silent. Fuji could hear random people talking in hushed tones in the background from where the caller was. "Who are you? I'm going to hang up if you're not going to respond." He was about to cut the line when he heard it.
"I don't know."
He brought the receiver back to his ear immediately. That voice, he recognised that voice. He knew whom it belonged to. His heart was thumping wildly against his chest, "Who are you?" he restrained himself from blurting out the name. The estranged name which was once so familiar to him.
The caller fell silent once more. But this time Fuji waited.
"I don't remember anything... except for this number..."
"Tezuka..." the name escaped his lips in a whisper.
"... is that my name?"
Continuing~~