Tokyo Lights
Disclaimer: PoT ain't got nothing on PoC.
Author's Notes: Weather forecast says that a storm's a brewin'.
Apartment 21A
When the rain still hadn't let up by the weekend, Fuji asked Tezuka if he wanted to watch old westerns.
The American cowboys reminded Tezuka of Billy Cassidy from the American Team, a participant of the Goodwill Games back in Junior High.
Fuji agreed with the comparison but added that he thought Tezuka would look much better in tight leather pants.
Tezuka promised he'd look into it.
Fuji grinned wickedly. "Then we can play cops and robbers."
Apartment 22A
The day the air conditioner broke, conveniently coincided with the hottest heat wave on record for the city of Tokyo.
Tezuka resigned himself to fanning himself with one of Fuji's magazines, waiting for the repairman to arrive, when he caught sight of the fair haired boy outside the window.
From his vantage point on the second floor, Tezuka could see that Fuji was in nothing more than a pair of neon green hot pants, using a garden hose of cool himself off.
The tensai's head was thrown back, features contorted in rapturous bliss, as the stream of water sprayed his face. Fuji's hands traveled up and down the length of his body, and the Tezuka was keenly aware of the other boy's flat stomach, jutting hips, and how very short those hot pants were.
He fanned himself harder.
To his chagrin, Fuji chose that moment to turn around. Catching Tezuka's eye, Fuji winked, as if he knew the older boy had been watching the entire time.
Abruptly, Tezuka stopped fanning, and closed the blinds with a snap.
Where was that damn repairman, anyway?
Apartment 23A
In chess, Tezuka's favorite piece was the King.
Though it could only be moved one space at a time, the King was the driving force behind the game, moving it forward. Nothing was decided until the king was captured, and player with only a handful of pieces on the board could still make a comeback, if those pieces were used strategically.
A theory Tezuka proved, when he and Fuji played one night.
"Will you concede?" Fuji asked, as he placed Tezuka in check for the umpteenth time.
"Never," Tezuka said. He moved his remaining piece to a safer spot.
Though Tezuka's last bishop had been taken a few turns back, his king remained illusive throughout the game, despite Fuji's best attempts to corner it.
Fuji chuckled, as he moved his Knight. "You can't keep this up all night, buchou."
The bespectacled boy suppressed his own smile. He didn't need all night, because in thirty-two moves, the game would end in a draw.
He moved to another square.
Apartment 24A
Tezuka thinks that he will never be able to forget the day of Fuji's birthday. Not when the tensai has done everything he can to drop hints about what he'd like as a gift.
"Fuji, why is there a brochure about edible lingerie on the bed?"
"Is there?" Fuji asked, feigning surprise. "I hadn't noticed."
Tezuka maintained that there was, and that there were even some items that had been circled.
"Really?" Fuji smiled mischievously. "Like what?"
Tezuka replied that he would not dignify that question with a response. Scooping up the brochure, he chucked it in the wastebasket.
But not before it opened to the page that was entirely circled with a bright red marker: Edible Nipple Pasties.