We meet again... Here's the second chapter. I've got quite a number of reviews, and i must say i really appreciate it. thank you so much!!!! i'm delighted. heez... well, don't bother about me and my floatiness now, go on and read the chapter. Once again, comments pls, sankyuu!
Disclaimer: Tezuka Kunisuke is MINE. as for the rest, yeah i wish they were mine too.
Fuji Speaks:
At the hospital.
Tezuka walked towards the elevators, his son following behind him. They walked past a few shops at the lobby, and the boy came to a halt.
"Otosan."
The older Tezuka turned around at that call and saw his son standing in front of the flower shop.
"Should we get flowers?"
He looked at the boy's sincere blue eyes. The boy reminded him of Fuji. Not just his eyes, but also his gentleness when it came to friends and family, and his caring thoughtfulness for them. The stoic man allowed a rare smile to grace his features.
"Buy him a cactus. He'll love it."
Fuji Syusuke looked up as he heard the door creak open. A tall bespectacled man walked in and stood at the doorway.
"Ah, Kunimitsu. It's you."
"Hn. How are you feeling today?"
"Saa... I'm feeling bored. You came at the right time," Fuji flashed his trademark smile.
"I brought someone with me."
"Eh? Who is it?" the clear blue eyes opened slightly in curiosity.
Tezuka looked behind him.
"Come in, Kunisuke."
Fuji watched with open eyes as a bespectacled boy walked into the room. Then the azure eyes reduced back to slits as he smiled sweetly at the young Tezuka. The boy walked nearer to the bed and took a bow.
"Tezuka Kunisuke desu. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu."
Fuji broke out into chuckles, which caused the boy to look up, somewhat startled.
"Fuji Syusuke. Yoroshiku, Kunisuke-kun. You're just like your father. Courteous and polite... and handsome too, ne?"
The boy blushed a little at the compliment, and Fuji managed to catch that moment.
"Ah... you're cuter than your father. He never blushed when he was your age."
Fuji looked up at the older Tezuka and found his hazel eyes glaring into his blue ones. His smile widened. The boy walked closer to the man and handed him a cactus and a bag of apples.
"These are for you, Fuji-Ojisan. Please take them."
Fuji placed the items on the bedside table and pats the boy on his head.
"How sweet of you! Arigatou, Suke-chan."
The boy fixed his widened eyes on the man in bed. Nobody ever called him Suke-chan before, it was kind of awkward. Fuji giggled and looked at the taller man.
"It feels so weird... I sound like I'm calling myself."
He put his attention back on the boy and motioned for him to come nearer. The boy obediently took a step closer. Fuji leaned nearer to the boy's face and whispered into his ear,
"Have you ever seen your father blush? I'll show you."
The young Tezuka watched as the man's smile turned from a gentle one into a mischievous one. Fuji lifted the bag of apples off the bedside table and held it up to the taller man and smiled sweetly.
"I feel like eating the apples now. Can you cut them for me, Mitsu-Chan?"
The deep hazel eyes widened in bewilderment, and a pink tinge crept up his cheeks. That sight barely lasted three seconds before he fell back to his usual stoic expression and gave the smiling man a shot of his killer stare. He took the bag of apples.
"Don't call me that."
Tezuka resisted the urge to growl at the annoying smirk on Fuji's face and calmly walked out of the room.
Fuji chuckled heartily and looked at the young Tezuka, who had widened his eyes in disbelief.
"Did you see it, Suke-chan?"
The boy looked at the playful baubles of blue and nodded. It was hard to believe that this guy sitting in bed was the same age as his father. He was a weird guy. He wondered why his stoic father would ever fall in love with a guy who had a personality so extremely different from his own. But then again, the boy himself was beginning to like this man. This Ojisan sure seemed quirky, but he was interesting. After all, he did manage to make his pokerfaced father blush.
"Ne, Suke-chan. I suppose your father has told you about our relationship?"
The man's expression was more serious now, although a smile still floated on his face.
"Hai."
"Ah, just as I've expected. He wouldn't have brought you to see me if he didn't tell you."
"It was I who wanted to know who Otosan had been visiting, that's why he brought me along today, Fuji-Ojisan."
"Ah... worried for your Otosan ne? You're such a thoughtful boy, Suke-chan."
The room fell into a moment of silence. Fuji was busy admiring his new cactus. The silence was broken by the boy's soft voice.
"Fuji-Ojisan..."
"Hmm?"
"Do you... Do you love Otosan?"
The man's reply was firm and convincing, with a soft smile on his pale face.
"Yes I do."
"Did you hate him when he left you to marry Okaasan?"
"No, I never hated him, neither did I ever blame him. I could never bring myself to, even if he married your Okaasan out of love... I love him too much to hate him."
"Then... were you sad when Otosan left you?"
Fuji let out a small sigh and he smiled painfully at the heartbreaking memories.
"Of course I was, Suke-chan. I was heartbroken... it hurt so much I wanted to forget Kunimitsu. I tried dating girls, and even other guys. But it just didn't help. All I did was break their hearts. It was a terrible feeling to know that you broke someone's heart, because I knew clearer than anyone else, how a heartbreak felt like... your heart would wrench and pound so hard it hurt your veins and blood vessels. Your heart would hurt, your chest would hurt, your head would hurt... everything hurts, even your fingers and toes. You would forget to breathe because the pain is overwhelming you, then your lungs would protest in piercing pain, awakening your traumatized mind. And tears would fall unknowingly. You wouldn't even feel the tears running down your cheeks because your face is already numb with pain. Those uncontrolled tears would continue to flow aimlessly, either until you had no more tears or until you fall asleep from fatigue... and if you think you'll only go through that excruciating pain once, you're wrong. It haunts you every night, especially when you're left alone. You can't get rid of it, because it is a wound in your heart. Even if one day that wound heals and stops bleeding, the scar will always be there."
The boy could sense that the man was still very saddened by those memories even though his smile still lingered on his lips. There seemed to be a scorching pain in his deep cerulean eyes. Before he could ask anything more, the door opened and a raven-haired man stepped in. The boy, recognizing who the man was, greeted him politely.
"Konnichiwa, Oishi-Ojisan."
The man, who had his eyes fixated on the sheets of papers he had in his hands looked up in response to the unexpected yet familiar voice.
"Ah! Kunisuke-kun? Why are you here? You came with Tezuka?"
"Hai."
"I see... But where's Tezuka?"
Fuji's blue eyes lit up and answered that question with a soft chuckle.
"Behind you..."
The man turned around and saw familiar chestnut coloured hair, and frameless spectacles...
"Ah! Tezuka!"
Fuji giggled at the startled Oishi.
"Isn't it a little early for your rounds, sensei? I just took my medicine only about an hour ago."
"I'm off duty already. I brought you your checkup results," he answered, raising the papers in his hand slightly.
"How is he?" Tezuka asked as he placed the bowl of cut apples on the tables.
Oishi stole a glance at his patient, and then Tezuka, and went on to report hesitantly.
"Well, it doesn't seem as good as expected. His blood pressure has risen since yesterday, but it is still below average level. And from the blood test... it seems that his white blood cells are weakening rapidly, this brings his whole immune system down. I'm very worried..."
He looked at his patient again. The man had his head hung low; honey-brown bangs falling to cover his eyes. But still, his smile was there. The doctor was thinking if he had put it all too straightforward, but then again, Fuji didn't like to be uninformed of his own conditions. The former walked closer to the bespectacled man and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Try to spend more time with him," he said in a voice loud enough to be only audible by Tezuka.
He then turned to smile at the younger Tezuka.
"Hey Kunisuke, it's been long since I treated you to ice-cream. Let's go now."
The boy looked at his father for acknowledgement. The taller man nodded, and the boy followed as the doctor exited the room.
Tezuka handed Fuji a slice of apple.
"Thank you, Kunimitsu."
He started munching with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Aren't you worried?" the deep voice asked solemnly.
"Mm... There's nothing I can do even if I was right? I trust that Oishi will do his best to help me. The rest I'll leave it to my destiny."
"Don't lie to me, Syusuke. I know you feel remorseful for harming your own body. You are hiding from your feelings, again. You are clearer than anyone else how your health is faring."
Fuji looked up at the taller man with a soft gaze.
"It doesn't matter. As long as I know that you'll be there for me, I forget every other feelings of fear and worry."
The taller man wrapped his arms around the smaller body and pulled it close to his own in a tight embrace. His hand stroked the soft hair along Fuji's nape and he mumbled into the light brown tresses,
"I'll be here for you, Syusuke."
He closed his eyes as he thought of the time when he once made the same promise to Fuji, who was his most beloved boyfriend back then, but broke his promise as he left him.
"I promise. And this time, I won't break my promise. I won't."
WoLfePaWs: Don't you worry too much... i did write about it, just not uploaded yet. :D
For those of you out there who are wondering what on earth is Fuji suffering from, stay tuned, cos' it'll be revealed really really soon, in the next chapter, Oishi Speaks: . Ja!