Spring Cleaning
Summary: Tezuka continues cleaning out his shelves. He stumbles upon some old memorabilia and contemplates on them for a moment before carrying out his task. [TezukaxFuji]
Disclaimer: (long forgotten. Gomen.) Prince of Tennis is not mine. We should all know that by now.
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Tezuka stared at the remaining shelves that needed to be attended to in his room. He took a moment's glance to the screen of his laptop, where Fuji's chat window was open. "The sooner I get this over with, the sooner we can chat, Syusuke…" he said to himself as he got started.
He rearranged the CDs, pocket books and hardbound books alike, as well as the various notebooks and folders scattered there into neat piles or rows. Tezuka looked around his desk for a moment, spotting a familiar box that previously housed his new planner. He took a moment to consider what to do with the empty container before a thought struck him.
He pulled out a metal case in the shape of a book from one of the shelves he had previously rearranged and opened its lid, revealing quite a number of memorable pamphlets, tickets and the like. Tezuka smirked as he took a moment from transferring everything recklessly to sorting through it.
'As if I would recall everything in this to just dump it into this new box,' he reasoned with himself.
He started with pulling out a few familiar tickets and brochures. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before he opened the brochures. They turned out to be maps of Disneyland, California. He recalled travelling there two Halloweens ago to celebrate his cousin's birthday. The park and some FastPass tickets were there as well. Tezuka recalled the trip well.
He shook his head as he continued his sorting. He paused once more when he picked up two familiar tickets to a Broadway show nearly 5 years ago. The stoic youth had sat down to watch Phantom of the Opera along with his uncle and his cousin when he went to visit New York for the summer that year.
Tezuka found a number of things there: his Acknowledgement Slip when he was applying for his current college, boarding passes, a record of a game of mini-golf and reserve slips to a concert he had watched among others. When he was finished sorting everything, he closed both lids and stowed them away accordingly.
The stoic youth continued on cleaning his shelves. When he was done, took a step back to examine it. He frowned at the sight of the shelf he had left untouched that housed three boxes full of notebooks, pictures and letters. 'That's the last thing I'm sorting through…' he told himself firmly. There might have been a couple of things that he wasn't ready to see just yet. Not at that particular point in time.
'Not yet…'
Tezuka sat himself down in his swivel chair and sighed. He ran a hand through his hair and pulled off his glasses, massaging the bridge of his nose for a moment before slipping them back on. He turned his attention to his laptop, where Fuji's chat window still was. He smirked. 'Waiting's become second nature for you now, I suppose?' He pulled himself closer to his desk before he started conversing with the tensai once more.
TBC