This is just an Author's Note and something... hontou ni gomen! But, a chapter will be up ASAP! Okay, well I haven't been updating because I was on vacation. Don't worry, I'm in the middle of a hopefully long chappie. I'm back so I'll resume and I'll make sure this one is the best one.
Here's something to keep you busy, this is a short drabble about FujiTezuka
Pairing: FT
Disclaiming Statement: I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS.
Thwack. Ah…Fuji loved the sound of a tennis ball making contact with a racket. It sounded pure and the sounded resounded through his body. What Fuji loved more was exchanging that sound with a special bouchou of his.
"Okay, Tezuka, it's your serve!" Fuji called with a small voice he mustered. The said 'thwack' came off Tezuka's racket, telling him that it make a good contact in the center of the racket. Their long and graceful rally ended with a nicely placed ball to the corner by Tezuka.
Tezuka loved watching Fuji play tennis. It was flawless yet it had a hint of Fuji's graceful and smooth style. The way that Fuji's opened eyes was full of determination and tinted with amusement and the way every muscle of his body tensed up as he gathered his strength onto every ball made Tezuka want to fight harder. Tezuka was so caught up watching every movement of Fuji he had no clues what the score was then. He prepared his served and let the ball rebound off the racket towards Fuji.
Ace.
"Ehh…Tezuka? The game's over now. You won 7-5. Remember?" Fuji's face grew in a slightly big smile, musing over the fact Tezuka wasn't paying attention.
"Ah. I know." And with that Tezuka walked off the court with an extremely amused tensai.
Owari-mashita
Snowflakes! Well… please don't reprimand me for writing a short story in the middle of a 2 chaptered fanfic. (I am proud of those 2.) I'll update ASAP. I promise!