Disclaimer: Bellflower is not a place in Spain. It's a place in California.
Notes: The first one-shot features Tezuka and Fuji!!! They are of course the most popular pair in POT fandom. They, coincidentally, are my favorite pair.
Bell-flower
Morning
They see each other every morning, a routine activity they ceremoniously do—tennis practice.
Everyone is persevering and tenacious.
Everyone wishes for victory.
Everyone hopes that their hard work would be paid off.
Everyone wants something in return.
Everyone is selfish enough to think about winning their match.
Fuji is the most selfish creature of all.
Fuji wants to tower above anyone. He doesn't want anyone to surpass his prowess, always saying in a smiling way that people have a long way to go.
Fuji steps on people with no adept power to rival him.
Fuji crushes those who even try to rival him.
Fuji is unreachable.
Fuji stands on top of the tower of heavens.
No one can fly up as high as he does.
No one except Tezuka…
Perhaps no one knows that even before Fuji ever reached the tower of heavens, Tezuka was already there.
Tezuka lives on top of the tallest tower of heavens.
He lives alone.
He lives away from the people beneath his home.
He lives all by himself.
His cold, aloof and demeaning attitude separates him from everyone.
They think Tezuka does not feel.
They think Tezuka cares only for himself.
They think Tezuka is invincible.
They think Tezuka does not need anyone to complete his being.
It's forever like this.
Those two that people always tries to reach are unattainable.
Fuji walks towards the tennis court, holding his weapon of destruction.
Tezuka walks off the tennis court, his racket barely on his hand.
The two would always cast a short glance at each other.
Fuji smiles, Tezuka stares—the two of them walks in different direction, casually brushing their hands for a second.
Even when the two of them are not practicing on the court, none said anything out of the ordinary.
The two of them silently stands side by side observing the tennis court always and forever.
Fuji would always comment as to how Tezuka excels.
Tezuka would always stare after Fuji talks and would always nod in reply.
However, they both did not know that both of them gaze at each other secretly.
Fuji would silently settle his gaze at Tezuka.
Focusing on every little detail of Tezuka's figure,
But no matter how hard he stares,
Fuji can only see his back.
Tezuka would glance from a far.
Tezuka sees Fuji with an eternal smile on his face.
Tezuka always wonders,
Can Fuji share that smile with him?
Both may not notice the ache that resides in their heart.
Both may not notice their own feelings—feelings they could not comprehend.
Another practice has ended as the sun already has been replaced by the light of the moon.
Tezuka fixes his schoolbag while Fuji sits on the corner.
Tezuka minds the silence they share; he looks at Fuji and asks,
"Why don't you fix your bag already?"
Fuji looks up unable to decipher what Tezuka has said.
Fuji looks down on the cold, cemented floor whispering something that can't even reach Tezuka's ear.
Tezuka approaches him, kneels down and places his hand on Fuji's shoulder.
"I can't hear you," he whispers close to Fuji's heart.
Fuji's face slowly crumples, unable to hold back his emotions. He puts his arm around Tezuka and whispers "Don't go,"
Tezuka stares at the ceiling unable to say something.
His hands are not on Fuji's shoulders anymore.
"I can't stay," he whispers back.
Fuji's tears continue to stroll down, his arms tightening more and more.
Tezuka's hands are not on Fuji's side anymore—it is around Fuji's cold, shuddering body.
Both of them silently let go, without words of explanation.
Tezuka opens the room of the club room.
Fuji follows him from behind.
Perhaps no one will ever know why Fuji is the selfish creature of all.
Fuji wants no one to reach the towers of heaven like he did.
It is because of a simple reason that Tezuka and Fuji lives together, isolated on the top of the tallest tower of heaven.
They live only for themselves.
Bellflower
"Meet me tomorrow morning."