DISCLAIMER: I don't own it... leave me alone.

TO TEZUKA-SAN WITH LUUUUV

By: Chachachar

21.08.04

CHAPTER I: Start

Dear Tezuka-san,

Hi... okay that's just a lame way to start... Sorry, never wrote one of these before. Well, actually I did but then Sohma Yuki-san took one glance and promptly chucked it. He never spoke to me again... broke me heart...

So what is this, exactly? Well, I suppose one could label it as a "love-letter"... you know one of those paper things that has a written confession of undying love from your female (and some male) worshippers... but see, since I can never seem to capture the same intensity of emotion that their letters seem to embody, I guess mine is a B-rate love letter.

Oh well... at least I tried.

Okay, here goes. I think I LIKE you Tezuka-san.

And I think you'll make a very good boyfriend.

With that poker face of yours we'll be an unbeatable poker doubles team. Okay, maybe not since I SUCK but like I said with a poker face as good as yours and sharp senses you'll be able to take back my loses. We'll have a blast.

That's one of the reasons you'll be a good boyfriend. You'll be able to win me lots of money.

Another reason is you don't talk much... if at all, which is great. I couldn't ask for more.

And you wear glasses and you're ambidextrous.

You have that "I-am-your-God"-commanding presence. It's really cool to see all those punks cower in front of a bespectacled skinny nerd boy. Heh. Even Mr. H, our Math teacher is afraid... That's awesome.

You know, I have plenty of reasons why I think I like you...

Wait, I KNOW I like you. I like you because –

"Crap, where is it?" She held the draft copy of the letter in her hand. She'd looked everywhere but the good copy was nowhere to be found.

She hadn't even decided whether to give it to him or not. She wasn't really sure if she wanted to be shot with a tennis ball going 200 kilometers per hour.

In any case she needed to find it. She was sure it was inserted in her Math text –

"Kabura-san, WHAT is THIS?" a deep –oh-so-familiar- voice echoed in the empty classroom. There was a reflection on the windowpane of a tall boy with glasses holding an –oh-so-familiar- piece of paper dressed in tennis gear.

A sweat trickled down her neck. She swallowed. Was that a glint she saw in the corner of her eye?

Aye, crappers...

A/N:

MWHAHA... I noticed that some Mary Sue fics are popping up and I've noted the... violent reactions of the fans. It was so amusing that I just HAD to do something (glasses glinting). This is supposed to be a one-shot at humor but now I'm itching to post the entire contents of the "love-letter". Anyone interested? Get your shot guns ready and all the Tezuka-shippers should bring extra load... just in case. XOXO

P.S. Please review!