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Responsibility

It took Tezuka 3 days to decide that he would propose to Fuji, properly and officially. He had given the matter serious thought and even went as far as to take their future lifestyle and expenses into consideration. Sure, Fuji had his own income and would most probably like to continue with his career after they got married, but what was the point in marrying Fuji if he was incapable of providing Fuji with a comfortable life wasn't it? Since he was young his father had told him he had to work hard so that he could let his wife and children lead a good life in the future. Well, Fuji didn't exactly fit into his concept of a wife, and he was almost sure they wouldn't –or couldn't, to be more precise- have children, the general concept of getting married should remain the same, he supposed.

The apartment they were living in was good enough for the two of them, but he hoped to buy Fuji a house with a garden, since Fuji seemed to enjoy gardening. That, and a big bathtub, because Fuji enjoyed the ritual of soaking in the bath whenever he was particularly tired. He had to admit he had picked up that habit from Fuji, after having lived together for 5 years.

It took Tezuka another 1 more day to prepare himself before officially proposing to Fuji. That evening after work, Tezuka made a trip to the property agent's office to pick up a few documents and brochures. As soon as they got married, he planned to take Fuji house-hunting. He wanted to give Fuji his dream home, knowing that Fuji's rather homely nature. Leaving the property agent's office with a large envelope full of information, Tezuka then went into a travel agency to pick up more brochures. A honeymoon is a must, isn't it? Then, he made a detour to the florist to get a bouquet. In the entire span of their relationship, Tezuka had only given flowers to Fuji a mere three times. Two of these three times were impromptu situations when they went hiking and he saw a beautiful flower. He rarely associated flowers as gifts for men, but Fuji seemed to be delighted when he received flowers from him.

Tezuka spent a long while at the florist, deciding on which flowers to buy. When he told the lady he needed a bouquet for a proposal, she immediately suggested a large bouquet of red roses. Red roses were romantic, but too common. He thought the yellow roses were eye-catching and bright, and wanted to buy those, but the lady advised him not to, informing him that yellow roses signified jealousy and infidelity. Tezuka's eyes widened slightly and he politely thanked the lady for her advice. She had just saved him from ruining his perfect plan. She suggested lilies, but Tezuka thought they looked too aloof and regal. The sunflowers looked nice and Fuji would've probably liked them, but sunflowers didn't seem to go along with proposals. The lady then suggested white lilacs, which ere supposed to mean 'first love'. He thought the notion suited well, since Fuji was indeed his first love, but Fuji wasn't just his first love. Fuji was his only love, and that was what this marriage was about. Besides, the lilacs looked too fanciful for his liking. He finally decided on tulips –which signified a declaration of love and symbolized a perfect lover- much to the lady's relief.

Carrying the two large envelopes in one hand and the extravagant bouquet of twenty tulips in his other hand, Tezuka then briskly walked back to his car. He hadn't told Fuji that he would be back late. Fuji was probably waiting for him, with dinner all prepared and lay out on the table. He felt his heartbeat quicken as he drove closer to home. There was a thought nagging at the back of his mind, but he could not recall what he was missing. He looked to the side to check on the things in the passenger seat, trying to figure out what he had left out, but could not manage to think up anything before the traffic light turned green again. He started to wonder when would be a good time to propose. After dinner sounded like a good plan, but then he'd have to find a way to hide the bouquet of flowers, which was almost impossible since the bouquet was rather big, and it was nearly impossible for him to hide anything from Fuji. It seemed like he'd have to do it once he got home.

Parking his car and turning off the engine, Tezuka leaned his head against the headrest and closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply. The fifteen minute drive home had been the longest fifteen minutes in his life. He could hear the thumping of his heart in the still silence. Gathering himself, he then picked up his things and got out of the car, climbing up to their apartment on which was on the third storey.

Quietly, he opened the door and stepped in, thankful that Fuji was busy in the kitchen and didn't see him coming in. He quickly toed off his shoes and left the envelopes on the side table. He heard Fuji's voice coming from the kitchen, asking if he was home. He answered curtly and moved to stand by the archway leading to the kitchen, trying his best to hide the bouquet behind him. As soon as Fuji came out from the kitchen, he pulled him into his embrace and kissed him firmly on the lips. Fuji's eyes widened in surprise, his body tensing for a second, before he relaxed and responded to the kiss. Tezuka felt his racing heart calm down slightly as soft lips nuzzled against his own tenderly. Pulling away just enough for a breather, Tezuka leaned his forehead against Fuji's and mumbled against the other's lips, "Will you marry me, Syusuke?" Fuji's eyes opened, and blinked, before he tilted his head and looked at Tezuka wondering if he was hearing things. "Eh?" Kneeling down on one knee, Tezuka then held out the flowers to Fuji, looking up at the beautiful youth, "Marry me, Fuji Syusuke. I promise to give you a good life."

Fuji stared at Tezuka for a moment, wide blue eyes staring straight into sincere warm hazel ones. He took a long look at Tezuka, before taking the bouquet from Tezuka and kneeling down as well. He smiled tenderly, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to Tezuka's lips. "You don't have to, really. Ask me again when you're ready, Kunimitsu." Fuji smiled and pressed another kiss to Tezuka's lips when he saw the blank expression on Tezuka's face. He hoped he didn't hurt Tezuka by giving him such a response, but what Tezuka had offered just wasn't what he was looking for. Rising to his feet, Fuji then took Tezuka's hand and pulled him up to a stand as well. "I'll take the flowers though… they're lovely. Thank you, my love." He said with a happy smile as he admired the tulips. They must have cost a bomb, he thought. Cupping Tezuka's cheek gently, he then told Tezuka to go wash up, while he set the table for dinner. Tezuka said nothing, only nodded like an obedient child and turned to head for the bedroom.

Fuji watched Tezuka's back with a slightly sad smile. It was obvious that Tezuka had been disappointed with his answer. He would have to find a way to comfort him later, after dinner. He brought the flowers into the kitchen so he could put them up in a vase. Just before he opened the cabinet to reach for a vase, an idea struck him and a grin stretched over his lips. The tulips were beautiful, and he knew just what to do with them that would cheer Tezuka up as well…

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