Find Me
By: Zaid
Summary: Sometimes the one thing you are looking for is the one thing you can't see.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PoT.
Chapter Two – The Desired Chance
For 7 years, Fuji hasn't seen Tezuka. Since then, he moved on into his new life as a professional photographer.
Have I really forgotten about him?
Many years he hasn't seen him. Many months he hasn't been able to talk to him. Many days he hasn't been able to speak to him. But there were none when he couldn't think of Tezuka that much dearly.
He thought about him all day long. There was no way he could ever give up on him. Yes, he thought he had moved on, but he couldn't do it. Fuji could picture Tezuka's life right now. Fame and Fortune. Everything he could achieve through tennis.
There were always anger and sadness in Fuji's eyes, even the thoughts of Tezuka could make the tensai cry.
There is no way I could do that.
Every now and then Fuji would tear up just looking at a kid playing tennis, it reminded him of Tezuka. Even a kid playing with his friend would let him stay to watch them play. He missed the old days. But what he was waiting for was, Tezuka.
He wants to run to him and bombard him with questions that filled his mind through the years.
Why did you left without saying goodbye?
All questions Fuji wants to ask are simple yet for him it took him what it seems like eternity to get it out of his mind. But even so, everything will come back to him.
The tensai yawned; it seems that staring blankly to the wall made him sleepy. All those thinking and all the thoughts were taking much up of his time. He looked at his clock and it was already half past midnight.
He then went under his bed covers and tugged himself into it, and then he quickly went into a deep slumber.
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A familiar place Fuji could ever so remember. The place where they first played their treasured game. But the place seemed to fade, translucent then all white, everything all blank. And also a familiar boy could be spotted standing in front of him, facing his back.
The boy was Tezuka, a form of him from the last time Fuji saw him.
"Tezuka!" Fuji ran to the him, apparently he wondered why Tezuka didn't turn to see him.
Fuji was out of breath but still he continued running. Definitely, Tezuka was somehow deaf and immovable so one last time, Fuji cried out, "Tezuka."
But no, Tezuka didn't tilt his head to look at Fuji but instead he said, "Goodbye," With his stoic voice. Then Tezuka walked forward, he walked towards nowhere in sight.
Fuji wanted to catch up to Tezuka but he seemed so far away.
Fuji stretched out his arm to grab a hold of Tezuka but he just couldn't. He was running like he was doing it for his life. And yes, it does seem like it.
"Don't leave me, Tezuka!" Fuji shouted his lungs out and Tezuka never turned to look at him. That left the tensai sobbing, but he was still running. He doesn't want to be left alone.
"Tezuka! Tezuka!" Tears fell but still Tezuka didn't appear to notice Fuji crying. Still, Fuji continued running but while he was, he tripped unto something.
A tennis racket.
The impact slowed Fuji down, because his knees and arms were bruised. Purple spots could be seen but it didn't stop him from running.
With his pace slowed, Tezuka was fading away, almost like he was disappearing.
"Tezuka! Tezuka! TEZUKA!!"
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"TEZUKA!!"
Knock.
Knock.
KNOCK!
Fuji woke up by the loud knocking at his door and quickly, he went to open his door only to be surprised that his two next door neighbors were wearing worried faces.
"What happened?" Both chorused the question.
Then the other one spoke up, "Are you okay, Fuji-kun?"
"I'm fine. Is there a problem?" Fuji asked his neighbors and then he smiled his smile.
"We heard you shouting "Tezuka", and we thought something happened to you so we rushed and came here," The other one paused for air, "Is everything all right?" She asked.
"It's alright, Myka-chan, don't worry too much. You'll get wrinkles." Fuji chuckled after that.
"Ne, Fuji, by Tezuka, do you mean the TEZUKA KUNIMITSU?" The woman with shoulder length hair spoke up.
"No, I don't know him, Jana-chan." He lied. He couldn't possibly tell them both he had the thing for the famous Tezuka Kunimitsu.
"Okay. Uhh, you know. You'll be late for work if you don't hurry," The one named Myka said.
"It's already seven-thirty." The other one named Jana finished the sentence.
"I'll catch up with you two in work, Bye!" Fuji slammed the door and quickly went to the bathroom. He realized he slammed the door to their faces so he probably owes them an apology. After a while, he changed clothes, brushed his teeth, took his camera and a bag and went straight to work.
He made right in time for work, eight in the morning.
The tensai greeted his officemates then went to his office thinking about the dream and also the fact that he hurried up for work when he could just make some excuse to his boss. And his apartment was just two or three blocks from his office. (A/N: OO)
"You know you could just tell the boss some made up excuse, you didn't have to rush all the way here." It was one of Fuji's next door neighbors, Jana, who went inside the tensai's office to give him some files. She chuckled then left.
Fuji sighed and he took the newspaper then read the headline.
TEZUKA KUNIMITSU BACK IN JAPAN!
It's him again.
He sighed of relief then folded the newspaper into half…
"Wait. What?!" Fuji realized the words from the newspaper, Tezuka Kunimitsu and back in Japan in it. He didn't remember it just now.
"He's here in Japan?!" Fuji shrieked. This is some kind of a chance.
Someone went inside and it was Fuji's neighbor Myka.
"It's not highly possible if he could be here near our office in Tokyo," She raised one of her eyebrows, "He could be in some place filled with fan girls, paparazzi, reporters." She then chuckled and then stared at Fuji.
"What?"
"You can just ask the boss to have permission to take pictures of him, you know."
"No."
"Why? You're not a fan girl? You shouted his name in your sleep, could that mean something?" She laughed quietly only to receive glares from Fuji's azure sharp eyes.
"Okay. I get it. I'll go now." Then she left.
Fuji sighed.
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Fuji was tired from work, all of those annoying conversations with his friends, Myka and Jana.
He then decided to take a walk out of his apartment for air.
So he slipped his sneakers then went outside into the open city.
The city lights were stunning and since he brought his camera, Fuji took that opportunity to take a shot of the beautiful evening.
He took his camera out, and slanged it on in his neck.
Then, he clicked. He imagined the shot to be yet an amazing picture that was meant to be published or be kept in his albums.
He turned his camera to look at the LCD. As expected, the shot was wonderful beyond words...
But something intrigued him in the picture...
It was somewhat golden brown in color...
He zoomed closely to the picture and his eyes went wide. He rubbed his eyes to let himself believe it's true. He even pinched himself to be in reality. For Fuji, everything in the picture is his dream.
It was... Tezuka…
For an instant, Fuji had mixed feelings of anger, sadness, confusion and affection. He couldn't bear himself to shout his name because all people around him might think that he was in trouble...
So he ran.
He ran towards Tezuka Kunimitsu.
It was a crowded night and Fuji ignored all the people around him, he ran past through the people, bumping towards them.
Fuji was running weakly. Seven years he has not seen Tezuka. Many years Fuji wants to ask Tezuka all kinds of questions. Why bother to wait a little more when he could do it right now? He ran as fast as he can, people were muttering words to him because he was hitting them like a rock. His hopes were too high. He was too effervescent.
He was smiling, and somewhat sobbing. He missed Tezuka very much and he really would like to see what has changed in him for all those seven years. Hope filled his body.
"Tezuka!" He was shouting his name. He was shouting from the bottom of his heart. Yes, he could finally see him again. He could be with him again. He could love him again...
The view was clear, Fuji saw Tezuka from a fair distance...
"Tezuka..." He whispered. He finally saw him. His eyeglasses still intact and his hair were longer. His well-toned muscles were even bigger than before. Fuji could not believe his eyes, he even wondered if Tezuka changed his stoic face into a smiling one. That is a bit impossible.
Fuji planned to surprise Tezuka by walking up to him at his back. But, his plan could not be entirely possible. It was another brunette, a long haired girl in sight. A woman in fact, suitable for him. He thought.
It could most likely look that Fuji was shattered. Like a piece of thin glass, waiting to be broken.
Tezuka was holding on to something.
Something he never wished he could entwine his hand into someone else's.
The person was clinging on to him, never letting him go by any passing second. Fuji could not believe it was feasible for Tezuka to let someone do that to him. Fuji never even did it, but he wanted to. But since there was an invisible wall between them, he could never jump over it and show his true feelings.
The one he held his hands with, is his girlfriend.
Tezuka's girlfriend.
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Sometimes you have to let go of the one you love to find out if there is really something there. --Credits to another anonymous guy