Title: Desperation
Rating: K+
Warning(s): Kissing? & Angst, most probably.
Word Count: 543
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis © Konomi Takeshi, Battle Royale © Koushun Takami
AN: Hello(: So, this is my very very first TeFu fic and... yea, it's totally random, really, but I guess it's just something that I needed to be written, so... here it is! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Fuji was crying; and he never cried. Not when he fell down from the Jungle Gym, not when Yuuta left home, not even when Tezuka left for Germany, but now…
He was curled up and crying, silent wracking sobs that shook his body, so gone that he didn't notice even notice when a pair of strong, familiar arms encircled him, soothingly whispering into his ear that it'd be alright, that they'd get out of this, that this is all some sort of macabre nightmare that they were having – but at least they were having it together. At the last thought, Fuji laughed.
"No this isn't a nightmare Tezuka. We're here. It's real. We're never going back. At least not together." Fuji looked up, striking blue eyes shining with tears that glinted so brightly in the morning sunlight. It was impossible, Tezuka decided, for this not to be a dream when Fuji still looked so beautiful, in an environment saturated with death and bloodshed and lies.
"Fuji… Fuji we'll… it's going to be alright. We'll kill that bastard who got us into this mess, we'll kill him and anyone else who gets into our way and we'll save anyone we can and… and even if we can't, I'll gladly die so that you can go on." Tezuka tried to keep his voice from wavering at the thought but when he imagined a life without Fuji by his side, he decided that he'd rather die.
His words were met with a struggle from Fuji before a stinging slap to his face, as those blue eyes now glared at him in a fury that made Tezuka remember the past – of perhaps not that happy times, but surely, in circumstances much better than this.
"Are you insane Tezuka? Do you think that I would actually let you kill yourself just so that I can "win" this so-called game? Did you even think for a second that I wouldn't kill myself too, the minute you put that bullet through yourself? It'd be ironic, wouldn't it? Last survivor of The Program kills himself, minutes after his last main competitor commits sui-"
But before Fuji could complete his sentence, he was once again crushed into a hug that finally, finally managed to calm him down, even if it were for just awhile, before he was being kissed. It was slow, forceful, passionate, but most of all, it was desperate.
The kind of desperate that was all-encompassing, drowning, and the kid of desperate that reminded Fuji of their first kiss only months before, the day before Tezuka was due to leave and Tezuka kissed him with the same sense of desperation filled with uncertainty and apology and most of all, a desperation to be kissed back.
Fuji didn't push him away then, but he pushed him away now. He had to. "I hate this Mitsu. I hate how you kiss me like every last kiss is out last and hell, I know that it's downright stupid of me to think it might not be, but Mitsu, please, please just let me kiss you the way it's always been…"
And this time, the kiss was hopeful, as Tezuka prayed that it wouldn't be their last.
AN: Heh, I'm sure you're sick of these, but here's another one. I think this might be a sort f place to dump pretty much all my random drabbles/ficlets/one-shots, so yup, this is pretty much what's it for! And once again, Thank You for reading! Now... click that little button that says "Review", alright?