Title: P. S. I Yandere You
Pairing: Perfect Pair and Alpha Pair
Summary: There are two types of Yandere: Fuji and Yukimura.
Notes: I will follow the Yuri! On Ice universe where gay love is a norm and gay marriage is okay so this fic will somewhat make some sense. :D
Perfect Pair and Alpha Pair
The first time Yukimura met Fuji, it was when they were nine.
He had tagged along with Sanada and his grandfather's visit to an old friend. He found himself standing in front of a large Japanese house and he was holding Sanada's hand.
The place was ancient and beautiful, he had gasped in amazement at the sight.
They were ushered in when they both had stopped for a second too long to appreciate the house. And they were led into a big living room. For their age, everything was huge in their perspective.
Yukimura had been silent the whole time as the two adult talked animatedly while Sanada talked quietly to the child of the house who was as strict and cold looking as his Gen-kun.
He had been bored out of his mind when Fuji had walked in, his slight form being covered by a pretty looking yukata, his eyes closed and his lips tugged up to form a beautiful smile.
He was carrying snacks too behind the warm lady that had greeted them.
"Thank you, Syu-chan." Kuniharu said and Fuji nodded brightly, a flush creeping on his face, charmingly dusting his cheeks.
Yukimura felt his lips tugging down just a bit.
"Who is that?" Sanada asked and Yukimura could feel himself boiling. Tezuka glanced at where 'Syu-chan' was and cocked his head, "That's Fuji."
At his name, Fuji looked to them and excusing himself, came bounding to their place, clinging to Tezuka as soon as the boy was in arm's length.
"Yes, Mitsu?" He asked in his softest voice. Fuji stared at Tezuka before his closed eyes travel towards the guests and Yukimura caught a glimmer of blue before they hid again.
"Let go, Fuji." But he didn't. Fuji let his hands travel from Tezuka's arm to his hand, grasping them both with his own until he let his other hand fall by his side and he is properly holding Tezuka's limb. Fuji gave a dimpled smile towards Yukimura, visibly tightening his hold, "Who are they, Mitsu?"
Tezuka cleared his throat and gestured with his free hand, "This is Sanada and . . ."
"Yukimura Seiichi, please to meet you." Yukimura bowed respectfully. He doesn't let the sour feeling shows in his face with the knowledge that someone could be as beautiful as him, especially a boy his age.
"Kunimitsu, Geniichirou." Tezuka Kuniharu called, gesturing for them to sit for a long talk, a gesture for privacy from the two tagalongs. The two beautiful boys, getting the message, bowed in respect and closed the sliding door behind them.
Fuji offered an amiable smile to Yukimura, "Do you want to go upstairs? On the third floor of Mitsu's house, you can see the beautiful pond and trees in their backyard. I always love that part of the house; I do arts there often."
"Sure." Yukimura smiled back, following the small gentle footsteps of his companion, eyes roaming around and observing the littlest details of the house. So far, he had seen old paintings that he knew worth a fortune and small wooden frames that held family members. His eyes stopped at a particular picture.
"That was a year ago, at the Tezuka reunion. They apparently held reunions all the time." Fuji's voice startled him but not enough to make him visibly flinch, he swivels to see Fuji suddenly standing just a foot away.
"You're awfully close to the Tezuka family." Yukimura commented making Fuji's smile curved even more, "I am, aren't I?"
There was a brief silence between them, each gauging the other.
"I would break you if you steal him away from me." It was Yukimura who broke the silence with a few chosen word that made Fuji's eyes slightly peeked behind usually closed lids.
"You're like me, aren't you?" Fuji asked softly before turning on his heels, throwing a sly look at the other pretty boy, "You don't have anything to worry. As long as you won't try to take Mitsu away from me, you can walk in front of me and not worry of falling down the stairs or out the window."
Yukimura felt his lips suddenly curved up more and more, "Hey, Fuji, would you like to be my friend?"
Fuji's blue eyes fully peeked out, revealing a breathtaking pair of the sky trapped in his eyes. Fuji, for the first time, felt pleased at a child other than his Tezuka, "I would love to."
Perfect Pair and Alpha Pair
"Gen?" Yukimura looked up from his book, "When are we going to visit the Tezuka again?"
Sanada tilted his head, brow arching upward in question. Yukimura shook his head and clarified, "I want to see Fuji again."
Sanada's lips curved up to a ghost of a smile, eyes softening at the general direction of his childhood friend, "You made another friend. That's good. I'll ask my grandfather when but if you like I'll ask Tezuka for Fuji's number for you. I'm sure he'll be delighted to give you his number. Tezuka's grandfather did talk about Fuji having Tezuka as his only friend."
"Hmmm," Yukimura hummed, "That's okay. Fuji give me his house number already."
"Oh." The blue-haired boy heard Sanada letting out an indescribable noise, like a sound between mild surprise and confusion. Yukimura knew his friend is a little bit lost at his sudden heart for taking up a friend. For all the years they knew each other, Yukimura had only clung to him, refusing to even lift a finger in making an effort to have another companion. Sanada doesn't complain about Yukimura's odd refusal, he felt comfortable even at the idea because if Yukimura doesn't stray too much from him, he could supervise his health. Kami-sama knew how frail his friend is.
"You talk a lot?" Sanada asked. Yukimura beamed him a smile, "Hai! We talk about many things like…"
…the thrill of breaking someone else when they get too close enough to you or for Fuji, to Tezuka. Or the way we make sure you would never ever be able to run away from us. Or how beautiful it is to know what love does to someone twisted.
"…like music and arts. Did you know Fuji loves painting and drawing? He told me that he wanted to learn photography since his sister gave him a beautiful camera."
"That's nice." Sanada give Yukimura a small contented smile, "I'm happy that you're making a new friend, Seiichi."
"Don't worry, Gen," Yukimura dropped his book at his lap, gesturing for Sanada to come sit on his bed, and when Sanada is close enough, cupped his cheeks and planted a soft kiss, "I'll never ever leave you so you shouldn't ever attempt to leave me, okay?"
Used to his friend's odd quirk like the kisses and the words, Sanada only nodded his head, patting Yukimura's soft hair, "Okay."
It wasn't until years later that Sanada realized the implication of their words and how far Yukimura could go to make him stay.
Perfect Pair and Alpha Pair
The phone rings at exactly five thirty when everyone but Fuji is out the house. He picks it up at the second ring, greeting innocuously as if he had no clue as to who called.
"Hello?"
"It's Yukimura." He heard the boy's amused introduction, easily used to Fuji's mind games. They had been calling each other lately and often enough that greetings are mere actions from polite upbringing and slight teasing.
"Oh. Hello, Yukimura. How had you been lately?" Yukimura shifted in his bed, adjusting the phone, peering down the gray mess by his bed. "I have a story for you."
Fuji loves Yukimura's stories. He loves the way they sounded so alike, act so similar that Fuji felt at ease, like he could finally be himself. Nobody really gets him and his sadistic tendencies—they only fancy him for his ingenuity and gentle farce of a persona. Kami, how he hated those people.
"What is it?"
"Someone gave Gen a love letter." Fuji could hear the tightening of Yukimura's voice, envisioned him glaring daggers at a wall, imagined him trying to calm himself down by breathing slowly.
"Oh?" Fuji uttered.
"Yes. I was very annoyed. I had nearly thrown a fit." Yukimura almost threw down the phone to emphasize his point but he stops himself from doing so. He twirled a finger on a stray strand, letting a deep world weary sigh as if the love letter had personally offended him and his family in ways that should warrant the offender a heavy punishment.
"Well, where did you put the letter?" Fuji prodded. Yukimura looked at the messy gray mess by his bed again, "Burnt it. It never reached Gen."
"And how did you took care of the situation?" Fuji excitedly asked, expecting a thrilling execution of the offender. Yukimura noted Fuji's voice, shaking his head, "I talked to Maki-san. She's not going to write anymore letter. She's very sorry too. What a good girl."
"You should have broken her fingers." Fuji frowned, knowing that the other boy could feel his displeasure at his implication.
"That's too risky." Yukimura chided.
"But fun." Fuji countered, "Imagine accidentally pushing a heavy shelf full of books at her and crushing her arms at the heaviness of it. She would never write another letter again, not to Sanada-kun or anyone else for that matter."
Yukimura paused for a moment, the image burning itself in his mind, coming to life like puppet shadows on screen and he felt excited and afraid at the concept of it—the pounding in his chest tells him that he could be more thrilled than afraid, if he was being honest to himself. He almost considered recreating it in reality.
Instead, he pursed his lips tightly, "Really. That would be all for now. Goodbye, Fuji."
"Goodbye." Fuji wonders if he had gotten under Yukimura's skin. He grins at the thought.
Perfect Pair and Alpha Pair
Fuji Syusuke is a beautiful boy that most people adore. No one could ever deny that fact. And it was no secret that Fuji loves Tezuka. He had been following him around since they were seven and he had visibly preferred the stoic boy's company over the other people their age—Yukimura and Sanada were the exceptions to his standard of companionship probably because they were the standards, like Tezuka is. Other people just sort of get it that even though Fuji is kind towards them, he will always be kindest to Tezuka, more indulging to the boy, more visibly happier with the quiet youth than they would ever make Fuji, desperate to try they may be. Plus, Fuji has the tendency to be sadistic when annoyed—they possibly can't handle the reality of a scary Fuji.
So people just sort of assumed that Fuji would always prefer Tezuka, what with his palpable affection for the boy.
It's just too disappointing for Fuji to know that people do not get how deep his love goes for the boy. He loves Tezuka for all he was worth and he would do anything for the boy—anything. And the scary part about the depth of his feelings is that he is not scared at all at the thought that he would try to give Tezuka the world if it meant he would be loved back. Oh, how he would kill for his love.
By the time his tenth birthday came around, he knew that his love for Tezuka is odd. It was not the kind that friendship is for. He knew the tingles he felt whenever his stoic friend is beside him is anything but platonic. He was not an idiot not to guess it right. He invested three years of his life pushing people away from Tezuka for God's sake.
So when he turned ten, he admitted to himself that the love he was spouting about since long ago was a romantic one. It wasn't much of a dilemma for Fuji. He is a smart boy, smarter than average. He got so much potential that he could do so many things and succeed them all. Surely, he could succeed in the matters of the heart too.
Tezuka loves tennis. He doesn't know why but the boy does. Fuji noticed that Tezuka only ever ignores him when tennis is involved. What if he became a tennis player? They would be able to talk all the time without tennis getting between them.
So, Fuji, beautiful smart and in love Fuji, picked up a tennis racket for the first time in his life and tilted his head towards Tezuka, "Teach me?"
He had never seen Tezuka's face light up so brightly as he did when he asked him to teach him the sport. Or as brightly as Tezuka could offer in all his stoic glory.
The sport is too much of a hassle but for Tezuka, Fuji would try his best. On the brighter side, whenever Fuji pretended not to get something, Tezuka would need to hold him to correct his stance. What a motivator that is.
Tezuka went on for the basics for about a month and a half before he had decided that Fuji would learn best if they had real life tennis match instead of him dragging the boy to watch street tennis and/or catch the latest update in Wimbledon or any other Tennis Cup.
To say he was surprise at Fuji's impressive skill was an understatement. He had expected to see a poor, if not, average play since Fuji seems to not get the proper stance or grip or swing. But Fuji, genius at everything Fuji, returned every ball with precise calculation and defense.
Fuji could see the subtle delight in Tezuka's eyes and he preened at the boy's expression. He simmered at the small smile Tezuka is giving him as they play their match. The match ended 6-4 in Tezuka's favor.
"You were great, Fuji."
"I learnt from the best." Fuji complimented back, eyes shimmering with satisfaction. Ah, what he does for Tezuka.
Fuji loves big gestures of love. But he also loves the little things. And tennis is just a little something that shows not even a quarter of his love. He smiled and clasped Tezuka's hand as they enter the Tezuka household, smiled even wider when Tezuka does not protest.
Perfect Pair and Alpha Pair
Yukimura Seiichi is another beautiful boy that most people admire from afar. One, he never strayed too far from the stoic Sanada. Two, he has a habit of politely turning people away to spend more time with said child. Three, he seems just too special that other people tend to think less of themselves, not worthy of accompanying the gentle boy.
It was no secret that Yukimura loves Sanada more than anyone in this world. Even Yukimura's mother knew not to test her son's desire to be with the somewhat tennis-obsessed boy. At such a young age, her son could pull the right strings to get what he wanted and what he wanted, he always get somehow, in some way. And what he wanted—needed, if she was being bluntly honest—is Sanada.
Yukimura had expressed out loud time and time again that he loves Sanada and when questioned what kind of love he was pertaining to, he always replied, "The kind of love that warranted marriage, Okaa-san."
Sanada seems to be the only one oblivious to Yukimura's kind of love for him. She can see her son manipulate the boy to keep him by his side, subtle and innocuous they may be. Oh, she knew very well. She, herself, had done exactly that to her husband. She doesn't know whether to be proud or scared that her own son is able to follow her twisted footsteps. After all, Yukimura was the only one who knew the real her.
She gazed at her son calculatingly before leaving their house and visiting the Sanada household. It took her some edging and many manipulative words before she had come back with a satisfied grin, humming to herself as she walked towards where she had last seen her child. It was not like she hadn't manipulated their long time neighbor before—why else were they still there when Geniichirou's father had been offered a high paying job elsewhere?
Ah, the love of a mother really is such a strong force, never to be tried or consequences will follow—bad consequences.
"Seiichi," She called to her beautiful son. Yukimura looked at her kindly, his smile genuinely happy, "Yes, Okaa-san?"
"I had a talk with the Sanadas." She began, lightly trailing close to Yukimura's position on his seat in front of their pond. Her son tilted his head to prod for more details. She gave him a knowing smile, "They would like to have you be a part of their family someday."
The wider her son's smile gets, the prettier he becomes. Nothing pleases her more than her son's concrete happiness. And if Sanada Geniichirou is his concrete happiness then so be it.
"Thank you, Okaa-san."
Perfect Pair and Alpha Pair
"I'm going to marry Geniichirou one day." Yukimura told Fuji while they sat side by side on the wooden platform of the hallway facing the tennis court as Tezuka and Sanada played with each other. Fuji was silent for a second in contemplation, "Does he know?"
"Not yet." Yukimura shook his head, "At least, when we're older, I'll tell him."
"How'd you cement it?" Fuji was almost envious at Yukimura's progress. The other boy smiled at him, "A child of God always gets what he wants."
"What about you, Fuji?" Yukimura asked, "Will you get to marry Tezuka one day?"
"Saa…" Fuji hummed. Yukimura could almost hear Fuji's hidden words ring loudly in the otherwise quiet place.
Of course he will marry me. Who do you think I am?
TBC…
Ha-ha. I know I had not updated any of my fics lately but here I am. I am so sorry that I couldn't find the time to post this. I was swarmed by university works like thesis and now my internship. Ah, I'm really getting old. Lols.
Hey, may anyone of you suggest a fic with Yandere Yukimura or Yandere Fuji in it? I love to read many of them.
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