Bloody Cactus
Sunrise
Kiyami: I felt guilty I kept on pushing back the Bloody Cactus stuff to do some writing for other stories. I had nothing to do one day so I decided to dig out the original ending I had planned. I edited it and decided to put it up. It's not that long, sorry. Anyway I'll try to write up the sequel and the sidestory, but as I have said I keep on getting distracted.
...I'm so...melodramatic...
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
The wind blew and dried the tears already beginning to roll down Fuji's pale face. Gently he held Tezuka's bleeding body while at the same time, firmly embracing the mortal man.
"T…Tezuka…" Fuji muttered while feeling the same pain he felt when he had discovered the sudden deaths of his descendants when Yuuta was still young.
"Don't die…I just found you again." Fuji allowed his tears to roll onto Tezuka's mostly expressionless face.
A look of similar pain in being separated again crossed Tezuka's face. He finally allowed some of his emotions to slip by the barrier he built to protect himself from the dangers that haunted the world.
"Listen…Fuji…Don't mourn for me." Tezuka already knew how much pain Fuji had gone through after losing his family. On the outside Fuji looked young, although somewhat too pale, and innocent. His face told a whole new story though. The expression of sadness when he was ever alone, the blue eyes that were only reminders of his lost family, and the smile that only reminded Fuji of all the happiness he no longer had.
"But Tezuka! You're not going to die! Don't say that!" Fuji shouted in denial. It was quite obvious the chances of Tezuka's survival were quite slim. The blade had pierced a vital organ and by now much of his blood had been lost.
"You're not…calling me Ten-chan…for once." Tezuka mused as his eyes began to dull behind the pair of spectacles.
"Please don't go! Tezuka! I don't want to wait again! I won't stand it!" Fuji tried desperately to keep Tezuka with him. He had already ruled out vampirism as an unacceptable choice to keep Tezuka alive.
But no answer came.
Tezuka stared at Fuji as his heart greatly decreased its rhythm. Soon breathing became a challenge and then keeping consciousness. Everything started to go dark and Tezuka was reminded of sleep, but the katana still imbedded in his body was a painful reminder of life.
His lips opened to draw in a small breath.
"I love you!" Fuji shrieked. He hoped that would at least give Tezuka something to struggle for.
But it was already too late.
Perhaps it was the pain that caused it, but as Tezuka took in his last breath, he saw something that made him aware of how true Fuji's story really was.
Behind Fuji was the faint image of two men. Tezuka could make out the effeminate smaller one as a younger, mortal Fuji. The other one looked as though he could pass off as Tezuka's twin. He looked younger than Tezuka was right now with long hair. The long hair was kept back in a tail with pieces of shorter hair falling into an arrangement around his head.
Fuji in the image looked different from the one staring at him with blue eyes opened in a panic. The one with his incarnation had his eyes closed with a sweet, true smile on his face. It wasn't like the ones that present Fuji often wore to mask his feelings. This one was genuinely happy.
Tezuka lowered his eyes as the previous couple moved closer together until their lips touched. He looked back at the present Fuji, pained to see his face so drastically different then the image behind him.
Finally his grasp on life slipped away. Everything went dark and the cruel world he existed in freed Tezuka from their hold.
Fuji shook the lifeless body. He cried like he did the night that he had unintentionally taken the life of Ten-chan. His body shook as he wept and the vampire wept until he into a dreamless sleep.
It was the sharp prickling of the cactus's needles that woke Fuji from his sleep. The green plant he adored so much made Fuji remember that he was still living, if you could call it that, unlike his very much dead lover.
With remnants of his anger he drew the katana out of Tezuka's body. Carelessly he flung the blade elsewhere. Fuji bent down and held Tezuka's body again before looking up at the still dark sky.
"Look, the stars are still out." Fuji murmured in Tezuka's ear.
He smiled and slowly lifted his lover's body. With leisurely speed Fuji exited from the residence that left the blue eyed vampire in such a depressed state.
Fuji, carrying Tezuka's body, walked towards the rising sun that began to peek out from beneath the horizon.
One by one the stars blinked out and warmth surrounded both cold bodies.
"I'll be waiting."
Kiyami: Endings and beginnings are always so hard for me. I wish sometimes that I was a faster writer. It takes so long for me to write a satisfactory chapter, but I hate having people to wait since I hate to wait.
Hope you enjoyed it!