Like The First Time
Summary: Fuji suffers amnesia after his accident. Waking up without remembering anything, including their relationship, broke Tezuka's heart. But he will never give up, especially for his Syusuke. /PerfectPair /Mpreg /YAOI
WARNING: ObviousYAOI, Semi AU, MPREG, SlightANGSTMonster, Firstnames
A/N: YEEEEEY! I finally got the guts to make a series :D I won't keep you too long but I just want to remind everyone that this really isn't ANGST, it's more like of a romantic fluffy kind of feel but considering Fuji's situation, some angst could not be helped - -''' It's also MPREG, sooo yeah. :D
Disclaimer: May or may not be mine... okay, not mine.
Like The First Time
Chapter 1 - He awakens.
"Oh, Fuji-kun!" the nurse greeted with a joyful smile. She was about to close the sliding door but stopped midway, "You must be here to visit Syusuke-kun, right?"
Fuji Yuuta nodded to her politely, carrying a bouquet of beautiful yellow dahlias. "Actually, I was thinking of replacing those withered flowers over there with some fresh ones."
The nurse smiled at the very sweet gesture and gave way to the brown-haired youth. She watched as Yuuta approached his brother and removes the old withered flowers with the new batch he got. "They are lovely, Fuji-kun."
"These are his favorites."
The nurse decides to give the two a little privacy. She's well-informed of how Fuji-kun cherishes his visits to his older brother. His brother has been here for a month and there was not a single day where the other would not show up. Even though it's been a whole month, a lot of people would not stop visiting this patient. He must really be loved.
"Aniki, I brought you some flowers." Yuuta said while fixing them, "I know you like them. You always stare at it with little twinkles in your eyes when we go by flower shops."
Yuuta gazed down at his older brother's seemingly lifeless figure. He sighed, he felt like he was talking to a mannequin. Well, his brother did look the part.
Yuuta trailed his tennis-calloused fingers around his brother's face, stopping by each curve. It was slightly noticeable how thin the older has become but that was just normal in his case, perhaps.
"When are you ever going to wake up, Aniki?"
He reached for Syusuke's pale left hand and held it lightly. He looked down at their intertwined hands and smiled at the familiar warmth. His eyes widen suddenly as he felt slight pressure returning to him. He snaps his head to face the other and saw his brother scrunching his face lightly.
"Aniki?"
He hears his brother groan softly and Yuuta was immediately on his feet. He went to the door and called from inside, "NURSE! NURSE! Hurry!"
He went back to his brother whose motions were suddenly stirring up more. He placed a reassuring hand around his brother's face as he kept whispering, "It's alright, Aniki. It's alright."
"Is it okay if I wore the red tie with the white suit or the blue-striped tie with the white suit?"
"Atobe…" Tezuka sighed, "I don't care which tie you pick. I know you're vain but aren't you being a little cliché?"
"Well, apparently my Jirou cares what tie I pick and later we'll be having dinner with his parents. I have to be conscious especially since last time he said I looked like a pimp and that was seriously hurtful."
"Maybe because you were wearing a BEDAZZLED necktie with a purple tuxedo…" Tezuka reasoned, "I have never seen so much sequence before. It's like the whole tie was made up of sequence and glitter. Bring a flashlight in front of you and you can start your very own SoulTrain."
Atobe stared at his friend with an open mouth to compliment his offended state, "Since when have you been so mean?"
"Since I first talked to you."
The elevator doors finally reached their stop and they were greeted by an out-of-breath middle-aged woman who looked relieved at seeing the occupants. It was Yamato-san, Tezuka's secretary.
"Yamato-san, is there a problem?"
"Kunimitsu-sama!" The old lady huffed, "I just got an urgent call!"
"From who?"
"From Syusuke-sama's brother!"
"I'm here!"
Tezuka Kunimitsu stopped, meeting the surprised glances of the Fuji family. They were gathered around the small bed in the room. The Fuji family was complete, the father, the mother, the elder sister and the younger brother. The bespectacled man was still panting from rushing through the floors, cursing inwardly at the broken elevators.
"Where is he?" he asked. The family exchanged worried looks before finally deciding to give way to Tezuka. When he had clear vision of who was in the bed, he couldn't help releasing the breath he was unconsciously holding.
He approached the other, walking slowly towards him, not breaking eye-contact. He notices the sudden alarm in the other's wide cerulean eyes but he conveniently chose to ignore it. He sat by the bedside wanting to be as close to him as possible.
"You're awake."
The other continued staring at him, his brows all scrunched up in frustration.
"Who are you?"
A cup of coffee was placed in front of him but he chose to completely ignore it, even the one who was sitting in front of him.
"Are you just going to sit there and mope?"
Tezuka just sighed and finally took the cup of coffee in front of him. Atobe was already sipping his, "Hospital coffee is just horrid."
"He doesn't remember me."
"Well…" the diva placed his cup back on the saucer, "You said he was found on the ship wreck with a bloody head. Wasn't it a bit expected?"
"No, it wasn't."
"Yes, it was." Atobe looked at him, "You just didn't want to believe it was."
The brunette placed his hand on his forehead and let out a shudder. Atobe just stared at the cup of horrid coffee cooling.
"Kunimitsu-nii-san."
Tezuka looked up to heed the call of a familiar voice. It was Yuuta. "Are you alright?"
He offered the younger Fuji the seat next to him which was gladly accepted. It was a bit silent for a couple of seconds before Yuuta decided to speak up, "I'm sorry about his memory loss."
They remained silent for a few seconds especially Tezuka who could not describe the feeling he has about this situation. How could he? His lover, His Syusuke, has no memory of him. Not a single one.
Yuuta mustered up the courage to face Tezuka and offer a comforting hand to the shoulder, "We have to be strong about this. I have to admit, it is a bit hard to accept the fact that he vaguely remembers us but-"
"Vaguely?!" Tezuka snapped his head to the other, "At least he DOES remember you."
"Kunimitsu-nii-san, calm down. We tried reminding Aniki about the things he had forgotten, at least the general facts about it. When we mentioned you, he was a bit surprised; I had to admit but…"
Yuuta squeezed Tezuka's right shoulder, "He wants to see you."
The ex-Seigaku captain finally looked up to meet the teary gaze of his lover's brother and nodded affirmatively.
A soft knock was heard from the door and the light chitchat silenced. Everybody stared at the visitor with wide eyes, including Syusuke. Kunimitsu greeted each stare with a nod and he continued his steps towards the patient.
"C-Can you please leave us alone?" Syusuke politely asked. Kunimitsu couldn't help but cringe; it was the voice he had been missing for a month.
"Can Oishi stay?" Kunimitsu asked suddenly. "I want to know exactly what's happening to you."
Oishi Syuichirou, the doctor-in-charge and their former teammate, looked down at Syusuke and he was rewarded with a curt nod. The family members slowly dispersed leaving Syusuke, Kunimitsu and Dr. Oishi behind. The doctor offered the chair next to Syusuke which the bespectacled man gladly accepted.
"Well, Tezuka." Oishi started, "Fuji has Retrograde Amnesia."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning he cannot recall past events of his life due to the damage to his brain, specifically around the hippocampus. The hippocampus, you see, is responsible for encoding new memory." The doctor explained, "Fuji will have no problem remembering future events though he will have trouble remembering past events, especially those that happened recently before the incident."
Kunimitsu closed his eyes and sighed, "Great…"
"He will eventually remember some memories of the past but only in vague general facts. Some consolidations may happen for days, weeks, or even months but…" Oishi squeezed his captain's shoulder, "We all just have to be patient about this. Amnesia is the true test of patience. Just… don't give up, alright?"
Oishi took his clipboard from the nightstand and flip some papers over, "Fuji has a scheduled physical therapy for a week so he'll be here for a while. I'll also give him some prescriptions to help ease the process. For now, I have to get going because I have another appointment."
Kunimitsu stood up from the chair and shook Oishi's hand. The ex-captain escorted his ex-vice captain to the door. Oishi stooped by it and faced the other again, "You have to be strong about this, okay?"
"Of course but… how did Eiji handle it?"
"It would break Eiji's heart hearing about this and I'm still thinking of a way to tell him, but we'll manage." Oishi smiled and left. Kunimitsu stared at the retreating figure for a while before returning back to Syusuke's side.
He took the seat next to the bed again with a crouch. He was very much aware of the eyes that had been staring at him the whole time. He finally mustered the courage to look up at Syusuke eye-to-eye.
"You remember me?"
Syusuke blinked a few times before answering, "Not the way they tell me you are."
Kunimitsu sighed, "So you know what we are?"
"Barely."
Kunimitsu kept his eye-contact with Syusuke, "How do you remember me?"
Syusuke scrunched his face slightly, "Well, I remember you as my teammate and fellow first year." The cerulean-eyed boy looked up at him, "I remember you as someone who has interesting skill and I remember wanting to battle with you so much."
Kunimitsu gasped, "So you don't even remember our first match?"
"We had?" Fuji asked as if a little frustrated. "Just how much have I missed in my life?"
Kunimitsu continued watching Syusuke and realized that he's not the only one suffering from this mess. Even Syusuke didn't know how to deal with it, how to deal with this challenge. Though Kunimitsu's heart was breaking in so many pieces right now, the other one was so confused about everything around him.
He didn't want to see Syusuke deal with this while he was moping around like a sad puppy. He had to man up and be strong for the both of them.
"So," Tezuka started uncertainly, "Why exactly did you call me?"
It went silent for a while then Syusuke answered, "… because I thought that maybe you'll give me the answers I need."
Kunimitsu only looked at him curiously then he let out an uncharacteristic chuckle, "For a guy who only remembers his 1st year of middle school, you can sure talk like an adult."
"But…"
Syusuke met his serious gaze, "I don't think this is the time to tell you anything important yet. I don't want to strain you or overload you with information. Perhaps, slowly… when you're ready. But not now, especially while you're still in here, understand?"
The other contemplated for a second before nodding slowly, "You'll still be here for a week but I will constantly visit you during your physical therapy. For now, I have to get going because I'll get in trouble for cutting work hours."
Kunimitsu was rewarded by a genuine smile and he felt his heart fluttering. At least that smile never left.
"I'll come back, alright?"
Syusuke nodded slowly, "Alright."
Tezuka sighed when he stepped out of the room. He was greeted by the Fuji family with sympathetic looks. Tezuka only replied with a sympathetic look as well. He approached them slowly with his head on the ground.
A strong firm hand tapped Tezuka's shoulder encouragingly that made him look up. It was the eldest male Fuji, Syusuke's father, who looked at him with sad light-grey eyes. "I'm sorry about his condition, Kunimitsu."
"It's alright, Fuji-san." Tezuka replied to the older man, he noticed how the wrinkles on the other's face were emphasized due to worry, "It's nobody's fault."
"So what are we going to do?" Fuji's mother asked, still a bit dazed after crying her eyeballs out. The elderly woman's eyes were so puffy and red from all the bawling.
He could actually sympathize with the woman, even he was tempted to cry all of his tears, but he couldn't. At least not in front of the family that was looking at him with hopeful eyes, looking at him for support to not leave their son despite what has happened.
Of course Tezuka wouldn't. This was the love of his life they were talking about. He would never let an illness or a condition step in the way of his feelings for the other. He wasn't like that. He will be with Syusuke, even if he will never remember him.
The important thing is that they'll be able to spend their future with Syusuke, they should not mull over the fact that he can't remember the times they've spent in the past.
But they had to be strong, even if it's unbelievably heartbreaking.
"We have to help him." Tezuka blurted.
"We have to help him even if it won't accomplish anything."
TBC
A/N: I'm sorry for the very weird first name then last name thing xD you'll get it soon enough :D
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