Kunimitsu's New Year
Summary: How Tezuka spent the first day of the new year. [TezukaxFuji]
Disclaimer: (long forgotten. Gomen.) Prince of Tennis is not mine. We should all know that by now.
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It was around 2 in the afternoon when Tezuka found himself actually starting to somewhat clean up his room. He was rather annoyed at how cluttered everything was in his shelves, therefore concluding that he needed to fix things up a bit to find out what he needed to get rid of and what he could store someplace else.
He took the box of his iPod's dock (A/N: Docking Digital Music System for iPod, to be more precise) and emptied it of its extra contents before filling it with the small pile of notebooks and fillers taking p space on one of the shelves. Tezuka took quick glances at the content of each notebook – recalling what was inside – before filing them into the box. Soon enough, he had stored them all before rearranging everything else in that particular shelf.
When that was done, he proceeded to the second desk that housed his small manga collection, plus a few other things. Again, he took away the needless books/magazines that were there before rearranging everything. Tezuka nodded to himself in satisfaction. 'To think I had all those Fill-in Puzzles from my grandmother just waiting to be solved…' he said, shaking his head. He lost that habit of solving those kinds of things a long time ago.
He then moved to the third of the shelves he figured he'd be rearranging that day that contained most of his favorite books (A/N: Which included the three latter works of Colfer's Artemis Fowl series, 4 out of the 7 Harry Potter books, two other Colfer works, some of Paulo Coelho's works and a few others). 'I'm having my mother relocate these children's books…' he told himself as he pulled them off the shelf and placed them elsewhere for the time being.
He looked at the four remaining shelves he needed to re-sort. 'Well, 2 ½ more shelves to fix…' he figured before he heard his mother calling "Let's go!" to the rest of the residents.
They were going to a relative's place for a Mahjong and Poker tournament. Not that Tezuka decided to participate in either of them, of course.
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When they arrived there, he didn't do much besides having short conversations with some of his relatives there or playing a round of Clue – to which he accused correctly – and helping out with the Poker Tournament by acting as the second dealer – who basically handled the chip flow.
Throughout the night, the stoic youth found it necessary to send the tensai a text lest they not be able to chat once more with each other. It was at around that moment in time did Tezuka recall that he had long wanted to discuss with Fuji about their plans for their second monthsary celebration.
'I can't believe I completely forgot about that Saturday plan for the musical…' he scolded himself as he relayed this information to the tensai, hoping to celebrate on the actual day for a change. Tezuka frowned – more than he already was – when Fuji had replied stating that he had class until six. The buchou innately sighed before he replied, stating that they would have to postpone their celebration until the following Monday, and change the venue as well.
'That restaurant can wait until the opportune moment…' he thought with a nod of agreement to himself.
When both tournaments finally came to a close, Tezuka, along with his parents and two cousins, headed back home. Tezuka had received a text from Fuji, stating that he had managed to fix the connection and inquired if he was still coming online. Replying with an affirmative response, the reply was that the tensai would wait for him. Tezuka smirked. 'Finally… I've missed chatting with you so much, Syusuke…'
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As soon as they reached home – the time had just reached midnight -, Tezuka trudged upstairs – after managing to save the table they had brought along from falling from the trunk of the car with his leg – to his bedroom and powered up his laptop. He moved to his bed and pulled Sasha from underneath the blankets before settling himself down on his swivel chair. 'I'm surprised it didn't hurt catching it with my leg like that…' he thought in slight disbelief as he rubbed his right shin. The bespectacled boy's gaze moved to his knees, where remnants of his accident on the cobblestone path back at the resort they stayed at where exposed (A/N: Refer to Chapter 33 of this fic).
'It should heal faster if I stop putting band-aids over it…' he thought to himself as he moved to type in his password. As soon as he signed in, Kikumaru had sent him some messages. Tezuka blinked. 'It's not often I see him online at this late hour…' he noted.
The acrobatic player had told him that Fuji was waiting for him, and that he was keeping the tensai company, but was now off to bed. Tezuka frowned. 'A sporting gesture, but I doubt that Syusuke would be asleep if he said that he'd wait for me…' he reasoned before he clicked on Fuji's name from his messenger and buzzed him. The response was immediate. 'So Syusuke prefers to have Kikumaru believe that he's already asleep… Interesting…'
Tezuka took a moment to appreciate the Fishtank background that distinguished Fuji's chat window from the rest and smirked. "You don't know how much I've missed seeing this particular chat window, Syusuke…" he said to himself before starting his chat with Fuji after the longest time.
'Just a few more days, love… Just a few more days…'
TBC