Hey guys! I'm kinda back! Managed to get the pile of homework and projects and everything done so for the short Christmas break, expect a lot of stories from me!:D TezuFuji FTW! This is my newest AU, which I'm almost done writing so it won't be a pending story like Magical Buchou and Star-Gazing Gone Wrong! Hope you guys will enjoy and I'm sorry for being so inactive for so long!

Title: A Song for You, So You Can Dance
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Perfect pair, Golden pair in later chapters.
Summary: AU! 'Green Tea' and 'Wasabi' met on an online tennis forum, and became friends ever since. Now, Rock Star!Tezuka meets Street Dancer!Fuji in a bar and secrets gradually unfold.

Disclaimer: Part of the plot is given to me by lovefujitez, over at Lj. This was supposed to be a belated birthday present to her, but I just never managed to post it... I already have two pending stories and I didn't want to have a third one so I finished writing it completely before posting it. Hope you folks enjoy it!

On another note, next installment Magical Buchou shall be completed soon. :)

~ A Song for You, So You Can Dance ~
Chapter one: Mighty Wing

Fuji smiled as he read the question on the white screen. He was comfortably seated on the lone chair, in front of a large mirror, with his cell phone flipped open in his right hand. To his right, a hanger supported a few dozen of different clothes, all of them figured in the latest fashion magazines.

'If we actually meet, do you think we will… share a light companionship?'

It started a few months back, when Fuji had randomly decided to join an online forum that reunited young tennis players in Japan. He was already labeled as a prodigy in the sport at an early age, and despite having quit tennis for dancing when he turned sixteen, whispers of his past conquests were still heard. As passionate as he had been about tennis, he had decided it wouldn't become a profession; it stayed a hobby, a routine for him to play tennis in public courts after quitting the school's club.

He met his anonymous friend on the forum that day, by chance. His boredom led him towards a new friendship that soon had flourished between them. After a few weeks of long discussion about their common passion, they decided to exchange phone numbers for fast and private conversations. This, however, was as far as they went. They never called each other, never gave away their real names, and never discussed anything outside tennis. He was known as 'Wasabi' and his friend, 'Green Tea'.

'If we actually meet, do you think we will… share a light companionship?'

It was surprising, really, because this was the closest they got to talking about anything that did not relate to tennis. Fuji was about to reply to the message when the radio, which rested on the table right behind him, began playing his favorite artist's song. He quickly shut his phone close, and made a mental note to answer the message later when he'd have the time. Fuji eagerly closed his eyes, basking in the strong, yet smooth voice of singer extraordinaire, Tezuka Kunimitsu.

With the feelings I've grasped with my own hands,
There are things I've seen before I fight.
I'll continue to protect these wings,
I'll keep going on this path of light.
Believing mys—

With a distinguished click, the radio was turned off. Surprised by the sudden silence building in his changing room, Fuji opened his eyes to see his guilty manager with a finger still pressing the radio's off button. He gave the taller man one of his annoyed pout. "Mou, Saeki," he reprimanded, "the song wasn't over yet!"

The other paid him no heed. Saeki advanced towards the young dancer until they were inches apart. His accusing emerald eyes focused on the other's cerulean ones, and then glanced at the clock that hung on the wall. He inhaled deeply, as if trying to calm himself, before scolding none too gently, "Fuji, the show starts in five minutes and you're not even changed!"

This, Saeki noted, only succeeded in widening Fuji's pout. "It's just a dance show in a bar, Saeki. What I'm wearing shouldn't matter since I'm going to be dancing amidst the crowd half the time anyway!" With a sigh, Fuji broke off their eye contact. He moved swiftly to turn the radio back on, hoping he could catch the rest of the song, if it wasn't already over. After all, he had always loved Tezuka Kunimitsu's songs best, and hated missing them when they played on the radio, even if they were diffused more often than not.

Just as he was about to reach his destination, a pair of arms pulled him back, expert fingers unbuttoning his shirt in the process. Before Fuji could fight back, a gush of cold air hit his bare chest, and he found himself facing his manager half naked, with an uneasy blush spreading across his face. The radio was completely forgotten for a moment, as he launched himself on his triumphant friend. "Give it back, Saeki," he whined, struggling to keep Saeki's hands from flailing so he could get his shirt back. "Saeki!" he sighed, exasperated, when it was obvious that their difference in height wasn't doing him justice.

"Don't forget, Syuusuke," Saeki sang playfully while avoiding his friend's tackles, "that you are dancing in a five star bar, with the president of the Atobe Records Company watching you!" Slowly but surely, Saeki inched towards the door of Fuji's changing room, still waving his shirt provocatively in the air. "And if you manage to catch his eye, then you are sure to become Japan's most famous dancer by the end of the night!" That said, Saeki slipped outside the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Saeki, you traitor!" he heard Fuji scream from inside the changing room, and chuckled. Hugging Fuji's shirt dearly to his chest, he walked towards the backstage with his usual nonchalance. "Well, there goes one more free shirt for me to keep," he murmured to himself before disappearing through closed doors at the end of the hall.

~oO~Oo~oO~Oo~

"And this concludes the monthly interview with Tezuka Kunimitsu!" the radio's host announced. "Stay tuned for next month! I give you now Tezuka Kunimitsu's latest song, Mighty Wing!"

"And cut!"

Tezuka let out a relieved sigh. This monthly interview that has become a monthly torture for him was finally over. The worst part of being a famous rock star, he decided, was that the media was on constant lookout for him, sometimes even butting into his private life. This, Tezuka noted, was the only thing that could be worse than being ambushed by a horde of fangirls in the middle of nowhere. It had happened once, when he had let his guard down at the beginning of his musical career, and it had left such an impression on him that he had never left his house without his sunglasses ever since.

Being the polite gentleman he was, Tezuka bowed to the staff members, exchanging short and curt greetings, before hastily grabbing his coat and rushing out of the record room. Already, he could see his manager waiting for him impatiently down the hall. "Hurry up, Tezuka!" the raven haired man urged, "if we run, we might still make it to the bar before the show starts!"

The rock star nodded firmly once, and both dashed outside in the cold December night. They had barely managed to squeeze inside the bar when all lights were shut off, indicating that the show was about to start. They settled on a table in the far left corner of the room, as the center was left vacant for the dancers to perform. As soon as he was seated, Tezuka fished out his cell phone from his pocket and flipped it open.

'If we actually meet, do you think we will… share a light companionship?' His message was unanswered.

It wasn't like him to worry about trivial things such as unanswered messages. It definitely wasn't like him to start an anonymous friendship with a stranger on internet. The long conversations he had with 'Wasabi' were already beyond what he imagined himself capable of when it came to socializing. His last message, which he had sent without much thought, was one he wished he could take back. It wasn't like him to become this attached to someone… Tezuka sighed, feeling a migraine assaulting his mind. They entered the bar, which was rated five-stars (Atobe wouldn't live with less than anything this luxury, Tezuka thought gingerly) and just as they seated themselves at a table at the far corner of the room, the lights dimmed, indicating that the show was starting soon. The place was wonderfully decorated, white tables to the side with eloquent food stands, a stage on which dancers would perform, as he had heard, and the center of the room served as a large dance floor. All invitees were dressed fomally, their clothes in themselves screamed their high social status. Tezuka expected no less from Atobe's guests.

A comforting hand found his shoulder in the dark, surprising him slightly. "Just enjoy yourself tonight Tezuka," his manager said, "you don't get an invitation to Atobe-san's famous new year's eve celebration parties every day. We'll resume work after this, alright?"

"Ah…" the bespectacled man whispered gratefully before the show begun.

~oO~Oo~oO~Oo~

The second Fuji set both foot backstage, a ball of energy launched itself on him, making him stumble back a few steps. He chuckled merrily and returned his best friend's embrace. "Hey, Eiji, nice to see you again," he greeted.

"I missed you, Fujiko-chan!" the redhead wailed, tightening his arms around Fuji's slender shoulders. "What took you so long? The show is about to start and I was worried you wouldn't come because you fainted somewhere or something!"

"Shh, Eiji," the honey-haired man whispered, "any louder and the audience will hear you complaining. Now that would be a problem, wouldn't it?" he asked, successfully changing the subject.

"I don't care," Kikumaru whined, although he did lower his voice's volume, "I don't like to dance with strangers…"

Fuji patted his hair comfortingly as Momoshiro, the host, walked on stage. When a spotlight focused on him, the crowd immediately became silent. Momoshiro cleared his throat and rearranged his red necktie in a dignified manner before bringing the microphone to his lips. "Ladies and gentlemen!" he announced, his usual loud voice carrying even farther with the microphone's help. "Welcome to tonight's new year's eve celebration! Throughout the evening, our talented dancers will be pleased to perform for you onstage and offstage. If you like dancing, then tonight is your lucky night! We have reserved a special performance, to entertain you further, just as the almighty Atobe-sama—"

"Be awed by Ore-sama's prowess!" the diva cut in, as three spotlights focused on him. He was seated on the balcony, to the main stage's right. He lifted his arm up slowly in the air, pouring as much grace as he could in the movement, and snapped his finger once all audience had their attention on him. A satisfied grin stretched across his face as the room fell silent. "Ladies and gentlemen!" his haughty voice begun, "you are glad to attend tonight's show, hosted by none other than my almighty self. Ore-sama's company, the Atobe Records, is recruiting upcoming stars through tonight's event. If you think you are talented enough to awe me, then be sure to stand out tonight, as we will free the dancers among you. If you manage to catch my eye, Ore-sama will make sure you become famous."

There were whispers among the crowd, all wanting to stand out and mount the stairs of fame. The three spotlights that fixed Atobe were shut off, as Momoshiro cleared his throat. "And so, without further ado, please enjoy the show!"

Tezuka's phone vibrated once in his pocket, just before the music began pounding his ears. He fished it out, flipped it open, and was glad to see one message in his inbox.

'Saa… How do you imagine me to be if we ever were to meet?'

As Tezuka lifted his head up again to see the dancers spreading across the stage, his eyes caught sight of silky honey brown hair swaying in the air. There he was, famous street dancer Fuji Syuusuke, nimble body swinging in the most luscious way to the music, breathtaking smile plastered on his face.

That, Tezuka thought, as unlikely as it might sound, was exactly how he imagined his anonymous friend to be.

~To be Continued~

A/N: Reviews fill my soul so please do leave me one! I'm a craver of criticism so please don't hesitate to tell me if you find anything wrong! Next chapter shall be uploaded in a week if time permits, and criticism shall definitely speed up the process so please do give me criticism :) Thank you very much!