Tokyo Lights
Disclaimer: PoT is legal in Portugal, although why that's important is beyond me.
Author's Notes: Cookies to the reviewers who have left a comment.
Apartment 13A
When Fuji had trouble sleeping, he liked to stay up and watch infomercials. His most outrageous purchase, to date, had to be a Buns of Steel workout video, which was on sale for 1,000 yen.
Tezuka thought it was a waste of money and didn't bother to hide his derision when the package arrived.
"But, I wanted to get shapelier buttocks," Fuji said looking at his bottom in the bathroom mirror. "I thought you of all people could appreciate that."
To which Tezuka blurted out that Fuji's ass looked perfectly fine to him.
Fuji smirked. "How nice for you to have noticed."
Apartment 14A
"Don't tell me the reason you accepted the offer to the Art University, was because you found out that Tezuka decided on Tokyo University," Yuuta's voice crackled over the phone.
"Then I won't."
"Syuusuke!"
"Oh, alright. I'll be serious," Fuji said, pouring himself a cup of tea from Tezuka's new teapot. "I didn't come to Tokyo because of Tezuka."
"Then why did you?"
"Do you really want to know?" Fuji asked, amused.
"Yes."
"Well, I put up a map on my wall, closed my eyes, and threw a dart," Fuji said as a matter of factly, as if were the most natural thing to do.
"And it just happened to land on Tokyo?"
Fuji blew on his tea before taking a sip. "Yes."
"How convenient."
"Quite."
There was a pause.
"Syuusuke?"
"Yes?"
"The map was of Tokyo, wasn't it?"
Fuji smiled into the receiver. "Can't get anything past you, can I?"
For a moment, all that could heard on the other line was static. Then an abrupt click, followed by the sound of a dial tone.
Fuji chuckled before replacing the phone back in the cradle. It really was too easy to tease his younger brother.
Apartment 15A
In Fuji's opinion, one of the chief advantages of living with Tezuka was being privy to the early morning show, where Tezuka walked the distance from the bathroom to the bedroom in nothing more than a towel. Which was why Fuji woke up at quarter past seven religiously.
"Fuji?"
"Yes?"
"Is there a reason why you're sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in your hands?"
"Breakfast," Fuji said, munching on a few kernels, his eyes riveted on towel slung on the other boy's hips.
Tezuka frowned as he caught where Fuji's gaze was traveling. Turning around slowly, he walked, as fast as his dignity would allow, into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.
Apartment 16A
Every Saturday morning, Fuji went to the park to feed the koi.
He had discovered them under the bridge in Ueno Park, a place he often went to paint, and had brought bread crumbs ever since.
And every time he came, Fuji would place a few crumbs in his hand and hold it in the water, at the base of the bridge, waiting for the fish to come to him.
At first, none came, but after hours of standing perfectly still, Fuji was able to charm almost all of the fish in the pond, save one.
There was one koi in particular that had caught Fuji's eye. It was large, by fish standards, and had scales the color of gold ingots. But his looks weren't why Fuji was so interested in it.
It was because every time Fuji approached the bank, the golden koi would dart away, before the light haired boy even had a chance to get his hand in the water. The fish's wariness intrigued him.
"It's just a wild animal, Fuji," Tezuka said, one day, when he came along on one of Fuji's morning excursions. He stood next to the crouching tensai and watched as the other fish crowded around his hand. "It doesn't understand that you're only trying to help."
"I know," Fuji said quietly. Rising to his feet, he sprinkled the remaining bread crumbs onto the surface of the pond. "But if I'm patient, someday he'll become accustomed to my presence and that's the day when I'll have him eating out of the palm of my hand."
Seeing a flash of gold from underneath the reeds, Tezuka couldn't help but agree.