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^^~ Updates! Here's part four! Gomen, my dear readers, I'm currently having a bit of a writer's block, so please be gentle with the reviews. Please continue to guide me along. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I could only dream... (^o^=)*~

Silence was't really a factor between Tezuka and Fuji, both rather enjoy the peaceful tranquility.

When they do talk to each other, outsiders would shrug indifferently that they're having a normal conversation, those who knew them think that they're having an intellectually odd conversation, but their family and close friends could deduce that they're engaged in a cryptically coded conversation.

They don't really bother what others think of what they say. It's better that way, no tags, no labels. They just let everything flow as it would to its rightful place. There wasn't a need to guard their conversation pattern, mainly, because Fuji would usually be the one leading the talk, while Tezuka simply listens and replied monosyllabically with 'Ah' and 'Hn.' But there are also selected topics, such as when they're discussing about tennis or when Fuji is beginning to bring their conversation to strange turns, that Tezuka would speak a whole sentence or even more. But rarely as it was, they were relatively contented with their arrangement.

One could also even deduce that words aren't necessarily essential for the Buchou and the Tensai to hold a conversation. They understood each other too well, that they could read everything by just looking at each others features and reactions, how ever minuscule they may be.

But, advantageous as fully understanding each other may be on tennis and friendship, there are times when one wished it wasn't so. Although it meant to make their friendship - their closeness - stronger than ever before, it also entails that revealing their real self to each other is the price to pay. And it is such a great price, that even Fuji wasn't ecstatic to be faced with this entrapment.

After walking a few blocks from Seishun Gakuen, Tezuka and Fuji came across a park that drew a shortcut leading to their respective homes.

The park, at that time, was being engulfed soothingly by the dimming horizon, but there were strategically placed light sources that illuminated the area. And walking along the trail of consoling rustle of tree leaves and fragrant blossoms brought forth a serenely calming feel, that neither of the two were willing to even let a pin drop. Both were hesitant - careful, even - to allow their voice to attune.

******** (Somewhere between the fleeting reverie where reality, dreams, and fantasy collide) ********

Two concerned chibis propped themselves idly as their gaze followed Tezuka and Fuji.

'Baka-chi!' pouted an annoyed chibi-Tezuka. 'What's taking him so long to say it?'

His companion merely contemplated a smile as his eyes glistened thoughtfully. 'Saa... I wonder how he will answer...' Chibi-Fuji, then rested his chin atop his crossed arms.

'What's with that?' blinked chibi-Tezuka. 'Surely, as it is most clearly and redundantly obvious, they both have feelings for each other, do they not?' he cocked his head slightly as he asked cautiously, knowing that his companion doesn't want to put a decisive label on the 'feeling' Tezuka and Fuji have for each other.

'Hmm~ But *discreetly yawns softly* it's complicated...' answered chibi-Fuji before drifting into sweet slumber.

Chibi-Tezuka blushed at the sight of chibi-Fuji's peaceful visage.

'Ka-kawaii~'

Whisking his gaze away from the entrancing chibi, the chibi megane mentally scolded himself for letting his guard down, allowing a sigh to grace his lips.

'I don't thinks it's that complicated, Tenshi.' His eyes soften as he watched over the sleeping beauty beside him. 'You certainly know as much as I do... that those feelings they share...' Chibi-Tezuka once again focused his attention to Tezuka and Fuji. 'Love, I presume... is born pure and simple. It's just that humans... well... have this strangest habit of thinking too much than necessary into it.'

******** (Back to reality) ********

After a few more steps, Tezuka and Fuji will soon arrive at the crossroad, where they will go on their separate way towards their respective homes.

It was then that Fuji, finally, decided to break the comfortable silence between them. "Ne, Tezuka, you said you needed to tell me something," he smiled facing his Buchou. "What is it you wanted to talk with me about?"

Tezuka inhaled regally then released the air, halting in his steps a handful of inches before the corner point. He looked directly into Fuji's delicately but perfectly sculpted face, hoping that his angel would open those captivating cerulean gems and give him courage. Fuji didn't, and the normal smiling mask he wore remained unwavering. Even still, Tezuka refused to back down.

"I like you, Fuji."