Anew chapter is coming !!!
OK, first we want to say thank you to all the reviewers, without you, we won't be able to finish this fic. Yeah, finish...have we told you that this fis is actually a one-shot? But since it's too long to be single-posted, so we decided to make it into two chapters.
And again, thank you to (read from a note) tezuka eiri, RoYale, and Maria-chan, we love you all.
BTW, is our writing style that hard to understand? That must be because of those Victorian verses! We should have known that reading too many post-romantic poetries could do permanent damage to your brain!
Title: Without A Paddle
Author: DnKS-giRLs
Rating: PG…we suppose
Pairing: Our beloved pair, Tezuka and Fuji
Disclaimers: There are many but since you've already known each of them, so don't make us suffer by writing them again
Chapter 2 – In The Flow of The Lake
Fuji Shuusuke was a genius. Fuji Shuusuke was a prodigy. He had heard those words ever since he could understand what the meaning of words really was. Everybody saw him as a person who was surprisingly able in almost everything.
Yes, almost, for there was still a part in which he could not consider himself as a genius after all. Just like then, when he felt his body was swayed by the flow of the stream beneath him, facing a man whom he loved so much. So much, it hurt him just by thinking his lover would leave him again in a matter of time.
He lowered his fingers without even knowing the reason why he did that. The tip of his fingers got touched with the icy water below. The chill sensation ran through his body, travelled far and deep. Absent-mindedly, he sank his fingers even deeper. So cold, was all he could feel. Cold until one time he could no longer feel anything. Just a numb sensation on what once seemed like his fingers. It was then when Tezuka pulled out his fingers from the icy water.
"You can catch a cold if you do that," he heard Tezuka said.
Fuji nodded with his ever-present smile although he actually wanted to scream out the cold feeling he felt inside even before his fingers touched the innocent water. He only stared at his lover's face. Tezuka seemed so surreal. He was afraid to touch him. As if one too afraid to do something that can destroy his perfect dream.
It was his dream, to be with Tezuka again and feel that love again. But it felt not perfect, it felt not right. He knew he should be happy. For Tezuka's sake, for his own sake, for their sake, he should be happy.
Yet, he could not.
"Tezuka…" he said. "Are you happy?"
Tezuka frowned and suddenly Fuji regrets asking.
"Why did you ask that?" he said.
Fuji raised his face and took a better look at his lover. He smiled, though he didn't know how he could manage such act in that situation.
"Just tell me that you are happy. It's enough for me. For the passing of days, I can't despise my thoughts of having you back. I am being so selfish, I almost hope for your suffering to drive you back to my side," he said.
His cold fingers reached for Tezuka's face and caught his soft lips. The warmth he felt there almost paralyzed Fuji. It was so contrast with the water that his fingers had touched earlier. How could someone so cold in performance have such a warm tender lips.
Fuji let his fingers linger for some time on Tezuka's lips before he pulled them back. He gave another weak smile apologicaly as he spoke, "Am I so stupid?"
"Yes, you are," said Tezuka. "But since you're my love, I will forgive your stupidity."
"You haven't answered my question," Fuji insisted.
"I don't have to," said Tezuka. "You have already known the answer."
"How can you be so sure about that?" he asked.
"Of course I can, because you are the one whom I found precious enough to have a special part of my heart." Tezuka said. "Now, it's the time for me to ask you. Why did you ask such question?"
Fuji searched for an answer. He surely knew his reason, but he didn't know how to speak it aloud.
"I …don't know, it just…passed through my mind I suppose…" that was all he could manage to say.
Tezuka seemed not satisfied with the answer.
"Then, let's put it this way," he said. "What exactly do you want me to do?"
Well, that was another thing for Fuji.
"Try me," said Fuji. "Tempt me like you used to do in the past. Love me without frail. Soothe me, cry for me, yet love me, and don't ever try to stop."
Fuji didn't know why he sounded so desperate. His usual self might hate his stance right then. But he could not think about that, he just needed Tezuka to reassure him. He needed the other's support. He needed the other's love. He needed the other's need for him.
"You speak too much," said Tezuka before he caught Fuji's lips with his own. It was amazing how he could manage such equilibrium when he moved. Fuji startled for a second, but his mind didn't let him in that condition for a long time. Soon, he found himself returned the kiss with the same tense of passion.
The kiss was brief. Fuji felt Tezuka's lips were pulled away from him and he opened his eyes that seemed had been closed during the kiss. He gazed into those familiar eyes he had known so well. There was something in those eyes. He could sense it. It wasn't lust, it wasn't desire. It was simply love.
"You know what I want the most this time?" Tezuka said. "I hope that we don't have the paddles so we can be all alone, separated from the world. Let there be nothing like doubt, worry, sadness. Let just live like within a dream…an eternal dream…"
Fuji could feel a smile slowly shaped on his lips. He reached for the long-forgotten paddles and threw them away.
"Let there be…" he said as he and Tezuka both were watching the paddles taken by the stream and moving away from them.
Their arms found their way to envelop the other. They laid their body on the rocking surface of the boat with arms still entangled with each other. With the boat and the flow of stream served them as bed and mattress, they started to strip off each other's clothes.
They knew it was wrong. They knew it could hurt them both even more. But that time, any logic way of thinking seemed far away, drowning by the lake like the paddles. As time passed by, there was nothing more like the world to hold them. They had been travelled too far apart from the reality, to be united with what they called their eternal dream.
And in that eternity, in that infinity, they made love. Far too long had they not felt the presence of the other so the sensation almost made them to shiver. The excitement, the passion, the need, all were mixed, becoming a blurring scene, until they were lost in it, until they were drowned in it.
It seemed so surreal, yet also so real. When their body swayed and tangled, there was no place for any other thing else than their deep emotions.
Fuji looked up and stared at the blue sky above him in awe. Never before he realised that the sky could be seen so beautiful. Never before he knew that the wind was truthfully so caring. He couldn't feel those emotions when he was not with the other. Indeed, only with Tezuka that he could feel what he was supposed to feel. It was hell, as he had experienced before during the other's leaving, that he even could not recognize his own emotion. There was once in his life when he could feel neither happiness nor sadness.
But then, in the arm of Tezuka, Fuji had all of his senses back. He sensed Tezuka's presence, saw his love, felt his touch as the man drove him so close to the edge. It was not so long after that, both of them found their needs fulfilled
Fuji smiled when he felt all of his emotions released. He had reached the pinnacle, again, with Tezuka. He had no regret, not with that warm body wrapped him and those hands enveloped him. He felt only love and the feeling of being loved.
"Why are you smiling?" he heard Tezuka asked him.
"Mmm…because I'm happy, of course…" Fuji answered him. "And because I remember one important thing."
"May I know what is the thing?" said Tezuka.
"The thing…that I'm forever yours…and you're forever mine," said Fuji. His fingers were tracing a line on Tezuka's cheek. He endeavoured the softness of his lover's creamy skin and claimed it as he had done so many times before.
"Aren't you the one who said not believing in thing like eternity?" said Tezuka. He was completely distracted by Fuji's seemingly-innocent touch on his face.
"I did," said Fuji.
"Then why just now you mentioned forever?" said Tezuka.
"Forever is different from eternity," said Fuji. He rested his head fully on Tezuka chest then. He satisfied himself from hearing his lover's heartbeat. The pulses almost sounded melodious to him.
"And what's the difference?" asked Tezuka.
Fuji chuckled, "This time, it's you who speak too much."
They fell silent for a few blissful seconds. Then Tezuka spoke again, "But I want to know."
Fuji thought for a moment. Then in a soft voice he answered, "Eternity never end, Tezuka. But forever only last temporary. It outlives not when it is still wanted. My forever may be different from yours. I shall love you forever, even if my forever has to face an end at this very time."
Fuji looked to Tezuka's eyes and his smile widened. He really loved the man in front of him no matter what. He knew, even if Tezuka continued to leave him, he would never stop loving him. It was destined, he could tell that for sure.
"And you know, Tezuka, we can still have our forever as long as we don't have the paddle." Fuji said again.
It was then he felt Tezuka's lips claim his own once again. Their kiss wasn't heated with passion or lust anymore. It was just simply there. A distant existence of their love towards each other.
"And you know, Fuji," said Tezuka with voice as soft as Fuji's. "I'm happy we don't have the paddle with us."
Fuji saw the sky still seemed so blue. Fuji felt the wind was still so caring. And Fuji knew their paddles were still travelling far apart from them.
That thought brought a smile to his lips. Yes, he too was happy that they didn't have the paddle with them.
-end chapter 2 (and also end of this fic)-
Yeah, that's the end...
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