PG. YukiFujiTezu. Humor. 368 words. From the idea of botanical OT3 mentioned in helga-b's (livejournal) story, "Didn't It Rain?".

Yukimura/Fuji/Tezuka, Botanical OT3!

Yukimura looked skeptically at the fertilizer label, which promised 200-percent growth increase, and put it back. Where was the liquid fertilizer he had seen last week...ah. He automatically reached for it, and halted when his hand knocked into another person's.

"Ah, excuse me. Please go ahead," Yukimura said politely.

"Sorry. You can go first," the other said at the same time, just as politely.

"Tezuka?"

"Yukimura."

Before they could say anything more, someone behind them spoke. "Excuse me. May I please get that bottle?"

"Fuji," Tezuka said, recognizing the newcomer.

"Tezuka. Yukimura." Fuji smiled brightly. "Quite a pleasant surprise. What brings you two here?"

"Gardening supplies," Yukimura answered. "You?"

"Fertilizer," Fuji replied.

Tezuka nodded to Fuji. "The same."

"I didn't know you liked gardening." Fuji said mildly, presumably to both of them.

"A hobby, actually," Yukimura said. "I have a small garden of my own."

"I keep bonsai trees," Tezuka offered, "in my grandfather's garden."

Fuji nodded. "Tezuka already knows about my cacti." Tezuka nodded. "We got a couple different kinds of Echeveria recently. I was looking for a suitable fertilizer for them."

"Echeveria?" Yukimura was instantly intrigued. "You know, there is a small café right around the corner of this street..."

The three of them eventually ended up in Tezuka's house, looking over the sizable bonsai collection. After a short impromptu tour ("Is that a flowering quince?" "That is a beautiful red pine."), Fuji and Yukimura were sipping their tea, watching Tezuka tend to his prized collection.

It was the way Tezuka handled those bonsai trees, Yukimura decided, watching the precise and delicate motions of those hands over the tiny branches. Fuji, for his part, decided it was the way Tezuka's hands caressed the elm leaves so tenderly. Their eyes met across the small table.

Tezuka, finally satisfied, stepped back and came to join them on the porch.

Yukimura and Fuji exchanged another look.

Tezuka gave them a quizzical look, and Yukimura smiled sweetly at him, and pounced. After a look of invitation in his direction, Fuji, being a good sport he was, joined them.

"So," Yukimura said, lifting his head from Tezuka's shoulder, "how many people would keel over if we started our own gardening society?"

Fin