A/N: woosh, look at me go! XD this one is for yaelifivefour. Hope you enjoy! Oh, and if you can catch the reference to the movie in here I will do whatever drabble you request next (or one that you have already requested)! oh, I think my drabbles have morfed into ficlets XD though I don't think anyone on is complaning
Tezuka
Kunimitsu -Fuji Syusuke (cameo by Atobe Keigo)
New
competition
There where very few things that Tezuka Kunimistu could not endure with a straight face devoid of emotion. He could even face the threat of the horrid concoctions that Inui came up with without even flinching. But there where something that even he couldn't face without giving away some form of emotion. Things like great amounts of pain (especially when it came to his shoulder), times when his grandmother would fret over him, or Fuji Syusuke. Though the later was normally the worst out of them all as no matter what he did, Fuji would some how course some form of emotional response out of the stoic buchou.
Trying not to show his irritation at his current situation, Tezuka gave the smaller boy standing beside him his trademark 'what-are-you-planing-and-why-are-we-here?' lookâ˘. Fuji only gave him an adorable smile and a giggle before pulling him into the clothing boutique in front of them. He knew from the moment Fuji told him that the two of them where going out today that he should have never crawled out of bed. This was only confirming his suspicions as he was dragged through what had to of been the most expensive, high-end store he had ever entered in his life.
"Fuji, why are we here?" Tezuka asked as calmly as he could when they had finally stopped at a rack of shirts. He had caught a glimpse of a few price tags along the way and was almost sickened at what he saw. He could get at least two good racquets for the price of just one of the plain black leather belts hanging on the wall a few feet away; that just wasn't right.
"To shop." Was the only answer he got out of the now far to enthusiastic tensai. Fuji started to pull random shirts of the rack and hold them up to Tezuka's chest before shaking his head and putting them back on the rack. Just as Tezuka was going to inquire as to what the hell Fuji was doing Tezuka saw someone approaching them from the corner of his eye and groaned; he really should have stayed in bed today.
"Ore-sama sees you're here early, Fujiko. Just couldn't wait, hmm?" Atobe drawled smugly as he came up behind Fuji and rested one arm on the brunet's shoulder. He gave Tezuka an appreciative look over as Fuji continued to hold up the shirt he was currently scrutinizing, "The cut is very fitting, but perhaps a slightly darker shade? The pale lavender just doesn't suit his hair as much as it should."
"That's what I was thinking as well, but you know how hard it is to get a second opinion with him." Fuji giggled slightly before looking over his shoulder at Atobe as he put the shirt back on the rack, "But enough of that, how are you today?"
Atobe snickered as he practically draped himself over Fuji to start sifting through the rack, "Perfect as usual, and you?"
Another giggle, "Oh as well as I can be with trying to fix this." as Fuji said 'this' the gestured vaguely to Tezuka or more accurately to what he was wearing. It seemed Fuji wasn't the only one who questioned Tezuka's fashion sense as Atobe nodded in agreement with the statement.
"Well lets get this fashion nightmare fixed before ore-sama goes blind and has to sue. Casual or something more formal?" Atobe inquired, once again giving Tezuka a thorough look over.
"I think casual will be just fine, you know a nice proper shirt and perhaps a pair of nice black pants." The two of them seemed to have forgotten completely that Tezuka was right in front of them and could hear everything they said.
"Stiff collar or something more touchable?"
"Stiff, to accent his angles, maybe something in a rich lavender or more of a burgundy."
"Hmmm, agreed. Slacks or Leather?"
"Do I get a say?" Tezuka butted in. He was sick of the other two ignoring him, though he knew he should have most likely used this opportunity to have escaped.
"No." Both Atobe and Fuji shot him a dangerous look before going back to their polite bantering about what kind of shoes would look best on Tezuka. After what seemed like an eternity for the stoic buchou (in reality it was more like three minutes) Fuji and Atobe pushed him into a dressing room, complete with new clothes, accessories, and one pair of underwear.
A soft knock on the dressing room door brought his attention away from looking more closely at the underwear package in his hands, "You are going to have to put the thong on to try the leather pants, otherwise they wont fit."
Fuji's cheerful voice left Tezuka mortified as he stood in the room and he quickly looked down to see if Fuji was telling the truth. His eyes widened at the sight of the violet silk thong that peeked out mockingly from between the black leather pants and a designer lavender stiff collared dress shirt. It was then that he realized he was indeed in hell therefore was still asleep and in bed, or perhaps he had just died and this was for that one time he forgot about Fuji's birthday two years ago.
Out side the room Atobe and Fuji calmly sat waiting for Tezuka to change; still conserving over anything and everything they could possibly think of. Atobe fell silent then finally asked Fuji something that he had been wondering about for some time now, "So why did you decide to take Tezuka out for a new wardrobe change now?"
Fuji giggled again and told Atobe flat out the whole petty purpose of it, "Well you see me and Yukimura-chan have a little competition going on at the moment to see who can get their boyfriend to dress with the best fashion sense. Seeing as both Sanada and Tezuka are both fashion impaired its an even fight."
"So what do you get if you win?"
That made Fuji smile wider, "A Canadian loonie."
