Chapter 2
Tezuka's eyes flew open. He had fallen asleep laying in the soft embrace of his beautiful garden. –Oh no- he thought as he looked at his watch, -I'll be late for tennis practice! I am the buchou - I cannot be late!- He got to his feet quickly and prepared to run to school, good thing he had prepared his school things before coming out into the garden.
When he was about to leave something seemed to hold him back. "Don't go Tezuka..." he heard his garden whisper softly and he felt the sadness of his beloved in the air all around him.
"I have to my love.." he whispered back, "my tennis needs me..."
"I need you more Tezuka..." the garden had started to cry, Tezuka could see hurt tears leaking down it's face. Yes, gardens have faces in Tezuka's world. Don't question the buchou.
"I... I guess I could call in sick, just this once." He couldn't stand to see his love cry. In an attempt to make it feel better he beant down and kissed a few leaves of the prettiest rosebush. Tezuka smiled as a bright red blush spread accross the garden's fair face. "I'll be right back my love, just have to make one small phone call."
With that he walked into the house, leaving the garden blushing, all tears gone from it's eyes.