Title: Advent Calendar – "Christmas Tree"
Pairing(s): Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour, whee bit of fluff if you squint
Warning: Domesticity, Fuji being his usual evil self.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis never was and never will be mine.
Summary: Fuji always gets what he wants.
Christmas Tree
"I am back." Tezuka called as he closed the main door behind him and removed his shoes, carefully placing them in the shoe cupboard before slipping into a pair of warm fur-lined slippers. Receiving no reply, the hazel-haired man frowned as he walked down the corridor towards the living room.
"Syuusuke should have been home by now. Did he go out to buy somethi-"
All thoughts ceased as he took in the sight before him. Marilyn sat in the middle of the living room, her branches adorned with garish ornaments and on her crown rested a golden star that shone from the light that reflected off the glitter on it. The missing man in question was seated on the rug next to his precious bonsai and currently occupied with figuring out how to wind a long length of Christmas lightings around the plant.
"Fuji Syuusuke, what is the meaning of this," Tezuka growled out as he folded his arm across his chest and stared at the other.
"Ah, Mitsu, welcome back!" Fuji replied cheerfully, taking in the rigid posture of his beloved which was a tell-tale sign that the man was likely fuming mad and wanted answers immediately. In typical Fuji fashion, he chose to disregard it.
"Don't avoid the subject," Tezuka frowned and Fuji had to stifle the laughter that bubbled up within him as he smiled back at Tezuka innocently.
To others, Tezuka only had two expressions, a blank one and an angry one but Fuji knew better. Right now Tezuka's face held a mixture of horror and anger, the former being the key emotion that the man was feeling in spite of the menacing aura emitting from him.
"Maa, I was just helping Marilyn dress up."
"Marilyn does not need any dressing up; she is a bonsai, not a Christmas tree."
"It's words like that make you really insensitive sometimes, Mitsu."
"…"
"Every woman dreams of looking beautiful and being complimented after all and I am sure Marilyn secretly also yearns for that."
"You are thinking too muc-"
"Who are you to deny her of her right?"
"Reason isn't going to work with Syuusuke when he's in this sort of mood," Tezuka sighed, the first of many that would inevitably follow. Syuusuke was enjoying this too much and likely prolonging it just for the sake of being able to agitate him. It was times like these when he wondered what possessed him to take the other man as his spouse. Maybe he secretly was a masochist. "You have let down your guard," Tezuka chided himself internally as he pushed out all the weird thoughts that were encroaching on his calm, rational mind and composed himself. Time for damage control.
"I will drive you to the nearest shopping centre; it's not too late to buy a Christmas tree and the car will make it easy for us to bring it back."
"Hmm…" Fuji's face took on a contemplative look and hope rose in Tezuka's heart that he had succeeded in averting disaster. A pity he had no such luck whenever Fuji was involved.
"I want a live tree; perhaps some of the ones outside would do? I do remember the Hiyamas' having a delightfully beautiful pine tree in their backyard, would you mind assisting me in transporting it to back home? It seems pretty heavy."
Hope shattered, Tezuka was cast into the depths of despair. Bits of words filtered into his mind as he wondered what he did to ever deserve this torture. He would never be able to face the Hiyamas' after this.
"…need chainsaws…ropes…drag…"
"A Fuji always gets what he or she wants," Tezuka thought helplessly as he offered up a prayer for Marilyn and inwardly bemoaned the humiliation his poor bonsai would have to suffer for the sake of maintaining peace in the house.
A/N: I am sorry Tezuka but you knew what you were in for when you married Fuji or maybe you don't idk You have my utmost condolences.
Thanks for reading!3
