Hum... so it's been eight days... does that still count as 'a week' if you round it up? ^^;; Well guys, here's the next chapter! As for Magical Buchou, er, I'm sorry, the muses are not coming to me... argh! I'm really sorry! I'll do my best to write up another chapter soon!


Title: A Song for You, So You Can Dance
Rating:
PG-13.
Pairing: Perfect pair, Golden pair
Summary:
AU! 'Green Tea' and 'Wasabi' met on an online tennis forum, and became friends ever since. Now, Rock Star!Tezuka meets Street Dancer!Fuji and secrets gradually unfold.

Disclaimer: Part of the plot is given to me by lovefujitez, over at Lj. This is her belated birthday present. I do not own Tezuka nor Fuji for they own each other. I wish they belonged to me though, since they would be long married if I were the author D:


~ A Song for You, So You Can Dance ~
Chapter three: Road

The additional weight of a warm coat gently deposited on his frail shoulders woke him up. He lifted himself up with a startle, which caused the warm clothe to slide off his back. Blinking his sluggishness away, twin blue orbs appeared, slightly clouded still with sleep, and scanned its surroundings. Fuji realized it was his manager that had come to wake him up, and relaxed enough to lift a hand to rub his tired eyes. "Saeki…" he called silently, his voice barely carrying above the loud strumming of the music that was beating still.

"Hey, if you fall asleep now, you will miss the countdown!" his manager grinned, taking a chair and seating himself beside Fuji.

As soon as their armchairs touched, Fuji quickly wore his coat and laid his head on Saeki's shoulders, successfully taking revenge on his sly friend. "Mm… but now that you can't move away, you'll just have to wake me up when the countdown starts," the dancer reasoned, and added, just to further irritate him, "Goodnight, Saeki."

The manager snorted, poking his friend on the cheek. "It's so like you to be able to fall asleep anywhere you want, anytime you want. I still wonder how you manage to maintain such a healthy body…" Saeki was cut off as a playful punch landed on his stomach. "Ouch, Fuji!" he choked, feigning pain dramatically as doubled over (still making sure he didn't bend too much so Fuji's head would remain stable on his broad shoulders). "Okay, okay, you win."

Satisfied, Fuji smiled and snuggled into a comfortable position before he felt himself succumb to his fatigue. Saeki tentatively snaked his arms around the other's shoulders, rejoicing in the warmth and comfort Fuji's almost effeminate body brought. He too, closed his eyes and enjoyed the steady rhythm of the music and the slow twirls of the colorful dresses that skimmed just above the dance floor.

Suddenly, a movement, a vibration.

Before Saeki could react, Fuji sat himself straight and searched frantically for something in the side pocket of his coat. Soon, an opened cell phone rested in his hands as he quickly opened his inbox to find it stocked with one unread message from 'Green Tea'.

'Saa… How do you imagine me to be if we ever were to meet?' he had sent in the previous message.

'What about you?' was the quick and simple reply, just like how 'Green Tea' usually wrote when he didn't know how, or didn't feel like answering a question.

All trace of sluggishness left Fuji as he pictured himself meeting his anonymous friend in a frantic café, sitting down in front of him, and chattering away together about all and nothing. How did he picture 'Green Tea' to be? He wasn't too sure of that himself. He had initially imagined someone uptight, tall and handsome, with glasses that would symbol his intelligence and authority. Now, however, as his previous dance with his favorite singer continued to plague his mind, Fuji could not help but stick Tezuka Kunimitsu's image to that of 'Green Tea's', as ridiculous as he thought it was. Not comfortable with the thought of admitting his own silly fantasies to his friend, Fuji decided to evade the question. After all, even though 'Green Tea' never typed much, he wasn't as insensible as Tezuka in person had been. Perhaps he was even better than the singer at dancing… Without really thinking, Fuji typed in a reply.

"Saa… I haven't really thought about your looks. Can you dance?" Saeki read out loud, head poking from behind Fuji's shoulder. "I'm disappointed, Fuji! Here I thought I was the only one who could woo you!" his manager dramatized, clutching at his shirt and feigning pain.

Quickly pressing the 'send' button, Fuji then gave Saeki a playful slap on the shoulder. "If you were in love with me all this time, you could just tell me you know," he teased, his smile stretching into a mischievous grin. "It's thirty thousand yen per night, by the way, and an extra ten thousand if that includes a dancing session before the meal," he joked.

Saeki gasped, feigning shock. "Syuusuke, how could you deceive me all this time!"

"Hmm…" Fuji hummed as he stood up, one elegant finger tapping his chin as if in deep reflection, "perhaps I am too attractive for some…" he trailed off, unable to keep his laughter anymore.

Staring at his friend incredulously, Saeki could only join in the fun. He chuckled, low and sexy, then draped an arm around Fuji's waist. Pulling the famous dancer close, he buried his face in the crook of his neck and inhaled. "Where are you going…?" he asked, feeling slightly bold. It's not like Fuji would notice the genuineness of his feelings anyway. For the dancer, they were just intimately close friends. Some genius he was for being completely clueless about love.

"What, missing me already, Saeki?" the other asked, playfully. "I'm just going to get a drink. I'm thirsty and tired," he finished, before slowly easing away from Saeki's embrace.

The latter let him go reluctantly. "Fine. Be that way. Leave my poor broken heart alone and run off," he mock pouted.

Again, Fuji chuckled at that. Throwing Saeki a glance from above his shoulders, he promised his manager that he would bring him back a cup of punch as well if it would help mending his broken heart. As Fuji gracefully strode away, Saeki let out a shaky sigh of resignation. His love will probably stay unrequited if he doesn't take action, and soon… Closing his eyes in slight frustration, Saeki lied back on his chair and let himself drown in the song that was merrily echoing through the bar.

There's a little bit of warmth always searching for me,
In that arrogant voice.
I wasn't able to realize the loneliness you hid,
But I was always grasping onto that hand.

When you laugh with that bright voice,
That's more precious to me than anything else.

Fuji sighed as he finally made it to the food court, on the other side of the bar. Thanks to the dim lighting, he managed to miraculously slip through the crowd without being discovered. Just as he was about to pour himself two cups of punch, a vibration that came from the back pocket of his pants made him release a small surprised yelp. As he realized it was only his cell phone vibrating and not the usual perverts there the grope his body, he let out a sigh of relief. He fished his cell phone out, eagerly reading through his one unread message from 'Green Tea'. The latter, he noticed with glee, was replying really fast today.

'I believe I am a fair dancer,' was the bold answer he received to his inquiry. Raising an eyebrow at the unfamiliar sight of 'Green Tea' being so immodest, Fuji quickly punched in a reply.

'Oh? And where did you learn to dance so well, gentleman?' He wondered, as he pressed the send button, if he was being too flirtatious. Based on his knowledge alone, he could perfectly declare that 'Green Tea' was someone very reserved and even delicate at moments. After a few moments of restless inner turmoil, his body screamed for him to quench his thirst. Fuji shrugged his shoulders and decided to put the matter at rest. He had sent the message, and he couldn't take it back.

Stopping himself from thinking further on the matter, he turned around to fill his and Saeki's cup with the delightful juice. To his surprise, his hand had landed on another as it reached out to the ladle. Fuji's gaze followed that hand along the arm, then all the way up until he was nose to nose with none other than Tezuka Kunimitsu. Jolting out of his trance, Fuji quickly removed his hand and sent an apologetic look towards his favorite singer. "Ah, hum, please go first," he stumbled uncharacteristically.

"Ah, thank you," the other replied, serving himself a cup, then pouring some into Fuji's cup as well.

The latter awkwardly drank the juice, feeling Tezuka's strong gaze bearing into his back. Finally, as a small, muffled ringtone resounded from the famous singer's pocket, the bespectacled man decided to leave Fuji to drink in peace. The street dancer felt bold enough to steal a glance at his idol while the latter was busy carefully reading something on his cell phone, and was taken aback at the sight he saw. The impassive Tezuka Kunimitsu was smirking, albeit just a little, at the screen of his phone. Eyes opening wide in shock, Fuji felt compelled to ask him what in the world he had seen that could so easily crack his mask. Just as he was about to ask, the latter had finished typing his reply to whatever he had read and shut his phone close. Pouting slightly at his defeat, Fuji brought his cup back to his lips and took another sip of his drink.

A shaky sigh and then, peeking at me softly,
Your timid eyes.
I fawned over you and your innocent gentleness but,
I always thought of you more deeply than anybody else.

That light that shines within your core is the best.

"Do you like this song?" the question took him off guard. Fuji realized belatedly that he was humming out loud to his favorite singer's song, with Tezuka himself standing right next to him. Coloring slightly, Fuji smiled and nodded his head. "You have a rich voice and a definite talent in music. All your songs suit my taste," Fuji admitted, staring at Tezuka's reaction from his peripheral vision.

"I see," the bespectacled man said, after a few moments of silence. He slowly turned towards Fuji then, stretching his hand out for Fuji to shake. "I'll look forward to working with you in the near future, Fuji-san," said Tezuka.

Blinking confusedly, Fuji shook his hand. "It will be my pleasure… but how can you be so sure our paths will cross?" he couldn't help but inquire.

"They will," Tezuka answered with confidence, his lips quirking up ever so slightly in knowledge. Fuji gaped.

"That's the second time I see you letting go of your mask in one day," the honey haired man commented. "Should I be worried?"

Tezuka turned his back on him, successfully shielding his expressions from Fuji. "Well, I'll see you soon," he said dismissively, ignoring the street dancer's question.

Tezuka was about to walk away when suddenly the music died down, replaced by Momoshiro, the host's loud voice. At once the audience realized what was happening. A ticking clock was projected onto the stage, its longest arm rotating counterclockwise. "Ladies and gentlemen, let us all gracefully welcome the new year that is coming soon! May it bring you joy, love, prosperity, and—"

"Be awed by Ore-sama's prowess!" Atobe suddenly cut in from his seat on the balcony.

"—and there are only thirty seconds left! May the countdown start! Twenty more seconds!" Momoshiro continued swiftly. "Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!"

Fuji walked tiredly towards Tezuka, standing silently by his side. When he smiled at him, Tezuka surprised himself smiling slightly back.

"Six! Five! Four!" Momoshiro shouted into the microphone.

"Come on, Tezuka, join me!" Fuji urged, tugging at the singer's sleeve. Sighing in defeat, Tezuka joined in the count down.

"Three! Two! One! Happy new year, everybody!" the host finished, followed by thunder applause from the audience.

Amidst the screaming crowd, Fuji felt rather than heard vibrations coming from his cell phone. Quickly bidding Tezuka goodbye, he walked back to his seat, belatedly realizing that he had left Saeki alone. Mentally berating himself for being so uncaring, Fuji soon realized, as he made it back to his place, that Saeki had fallen asleep and hadn't woken up despite the crowd's loud cheering. Fuji chuckled incredulously despite himself, and slowly shook his friend awake. Saeki blinked and rubbed his eyes tiredly as he slowly made it back to the world of the living.

"Mm… what time is it, Fuji?"

"A minute past midnight," the street dancer replied cheerfully.

"WHAT!" with a start, Saeki stood on his two feet and scanned the crowd. "You didn't wake me up for the countdown!" he accused.

"I'm surprised you actually slept through all that noise," Fuji commented. "But don't worry, look, I brought you the punch you asked me."

Frowning, Saeki took the half empty cup and stared suspiciously at the dancer. "Are you sure you did not add anything funny in it?"

Fuji brought his hands up to defend himself. "Promise I didn't spike your drink or pour an insane amount of wasabi in it! I just drank the other half, that's all…"

Sending Fuji one last skeptical look, Saeki drowned the cup and placed it on the table. As he looked around, he realized that the guests were slowly exiting the place and that it was grand time he and Fuji, and the rest of the dancers did the same. "Let's go," he told Fuji. The latter suppressed a yawn, following his manager dutifully despite his exhaustion.

"It's getting late," Fuji stated. He followed Saeki back sluggishly to his changing room, and began packing his stuff. He was halfway done putting on his coat when he realized that he hadn't checked his newly received message. Fuji searched frantically for his phone in his pockets and flipped it open with equal haste.

'I learned from the best tonight' was the reply he had received from 'Green Tea'. Not really sure if the message had a hidden meaning, and definitely too tired to read between the lines, Fuji shut his phone close and was about to leave when someone knocked on the door. The street dancer rose from his seat and went to answer the door, only to be greeted with the sight of none other than Tezuka Kunimitsu and beside him the raven haired man he had seen chatting with Eiji. He wondered briefly how the singer knew of his changing room number.

Fuji received his answer without needing to ask, as Tezuka spoke up. "Atobe sent me to get you. He wants to see us on the balcony right away," the singer explained.

Eyes drooping from lack of sleep, Fuji only nodded absentmindedly and followed Tezuka's lead. His body, which usually felt so light, was now heavy with much needed rest. Fuji dragged his feet and walked slowly behind Tezuka's broad back. After what felt like an eternity of uselessly climbing endless stairs, they finally arrived at the balcony. Fuji barely was able to support his whole body on his two fragile legs by the time the almighty Atobe spoke up.

"Ore-sama is proud to announce that you two are the lucky ones that my infallible insight has caught! And you really must be proud because it is hard to satisfy my divine self's peculiar eye for beauty. You two are glad to be hired by Ore-sama's company, because it shall bring you wealth without fail. Ore-sama never fails. Ore-sama's company equally does not—"

Fuji stifled a yawn, mentally urging for Ore-sama to hurry up with his speech so he could go home and gladly collapse on his soft, inviting, comfortable bed…

"—therefore, you two are hired to shoot a commercial that shall be diffused on every single channel in Japan! And Ore-sama's company is so rich that it shall play only during rush hours! You two must be glad, because your faces will be known to the world, and money will no longer be a lack during your lifetime," the diva finished.

"What kind of commerical?" Tezuka finally asked impatiently.

Atobe smirked, fishing a little square box from his pocket. Tezuka's eyes widened while Fuji's tired ones tried to focus on said object.

"You shall be the star of a commercial that shall promote safe and protected sex."

Of all the things, Atobe had to notice their physiques instead of their talent in music, Fuji mused indignantly, before sleep overwhelmed his senses.

If we begin to walk, even slowly is okay,
Don't turn around; I want you to continue onward.
If we're able to run, even just a little,
I want you to spread your large wings,

Without going astray anymore.

~To be continued~


A/N: Hehe hope you enjoyed! Please do leave me a comment ne! And wait for next week's update! Matta ne!