DISCLAIMER: AIN'T MINE

TO TEZUKA-SAN WITH LUUUUV

By: ChaChaChar

22.08.04

CHAPTER II: REWIND

20 MINUTES EARLIER...

Blueberry yogurt for Calcium.

Liver for Iron.

Fresh orange juice for Vitamin C.

Two eggs for protein

A bunch of celery and a bit of spinach.

And lastly chicken broth for extra flavor.

Inui was satisfied with his new recipe. As per his habit when satisfied with a new accomplishment, he was briskly leafing through a book, glasses glinting.

"Atcha..." Fortunately for the textbook, Inui remembered it was not nice to hurt other people's belongings. Certainly, Chiharu would not appreciate having her textbook returned with its pages bent.

Not being able to resist, he bent the book one last time and let his thumb glide on the pages. A piece of paper, folded in half, flew out and fell gracefully on the ground just as Tezuka entered the clubroom.

After exchanging nods with the buchou, he picked up the paper and unfolded it. His eyes widened unnoticeably behind thick lenses as he skimmed through the first few lines. He did not bother reading the content carefully after realizing what the piece of paper was, who it was from and to whom it was intended. He DOES have a bit of respect for these people's privacy, after all.

But it really wouldn't hurt to help out. Isn't that what friends are for? He got up from the bench and approached Tezuka who was tugging his shirt down his head.

"Ne Tezuka, you're going to meet Ryuzaki-sensei in a bit, right?"

"Aa." The tennis buchou noticed nothing amiss.

"Saa, could you please return this to Chiharu? She should still be in your homeroom." Inui handed the text to him. Tezuka wordlessly looked at the proffered item. He took it with one hand and was a little surprised that it weighted more than it looked.

"Thanks. She left it in Chem. lab today, please remind her not to be so absentminded." Then, with a sense of fulfilling a duty, Inui placed the piece of paper, folded in half of course, in Tezuka's unoccupied hand. "And here's something addressed to you."

Before Tezuka could reply, the door clicked shut and he was alone.

Outside, Inui walked towards the courts, scribbling as he went.

"Ii data..."

10.3 MINUTES...

Tezuka left the clubroom dressed in tennis gear. He headed for the school building without a glance at the tennis courts, a Math textbook in his right hand and a piece of half folded paper in his left. He did not see the sun's glare reflecting off Inui's glasses.

6.5 MIN...

Tezuka straightened after putting on indoor shoes. Having decided to finish Inui's errand before meeting with the coach, he started towards the stairs leading to the 3rd floor. Homeroom was the destination.

Three steps up the first set of stairs, he became curios about the item in his left hand. He decided to multi-task to save time and unfolded the paper. He read its entire content.
Half way up the last set of stairs, his legs stopped functioning completely. As he stared at the paper he was gripping a little too tightly, he worked things out in his head and many things did not connect. He stood there motionless and wondered if it was wise to reread the...letter.

Let no one call Tezuka Kunimitsu a chicken-shit.

He reread the words, slower this time...

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 beautiful boys always surround you. Every time I see you on the courts with them, my little heart goes "doki-doki" and I can't help but think "Ahhh this is love" while I try to hold the blood back in my nose.

Ever since our first year, Oishi-san has always been with you. Even now, he remains faithful... errr, maybe "faithful" isn't proper with him being with Kikumaru-san and all... But then again, I can't really blame Oishi-san. Kikumaru-san is just too cute to resist and he's VERY flexible... Ooh-la-la. Still, a good portion of his loyalty belongs to you.

Then again, I really don't think you mind the fact that Oishi-san's devotion is now divided. I'm pretty sure having Fuji-san makes up for it plenty. Ah, my heart goes "doki-doki" by just thinking about it. Oops sorry about that blood stain. I'm pretty sure I don't have anything transmittable but I promise not to nosebleed anymore... well, I'll try.

Ah, Fuji-san... If I didn't like you so much I'll probably be writing to him instead. I might not like him as much as you but I can't deny that he's uber sexy and he makes the perfect uke. I believe that Kawamura-san totally agrees with me. Hmm, then again...

But rest assured, I like you more. Yes, I do.

And the fact that you're in VERY good terms with Sadaharu-kun makes my affections grow all the more. You're really an interesting person Tezuka-san... that you are. I can totally understand his obsession with you. In this respect, Sadaharu-kun and I are kindred spirits.

I like you Tezuka-san, I really do... but I understand that I'm not the only one, and that's okay. Especially if the rest of your admirers are like Echizen-kun, Momoshiro-san and Kaido-san. I am willing to share you with them because they're special and you obviously favor them. And can you just imagine the ménage trios fun they'll have next year. Ah, it's too bad we won't be here...

It seems like it was just recently that I saw you being coy with Yamato-buchou underneath the Sakura trees. It was the day I fell for you. And for three years I have nurtured my feelings into a full-grown obsession.

If I was braver, I would have compared notes with Sadaharu-kun but alas he doesn't know I like you and I am too shy.

Our last year had finally come and our futures lay waiting. Before we take any steps further onto our paths, I've made up my mind to let my feelings be known now lest we never meet again.

So here it is Tezuka-san, a written proclamation of my affection.

Let's get together some time... and I won't mind if the rest of the Tennis regulars come along too... not at all.

With love,

Kabura Chiharu

XOXO

1 MIN...
His brain hurts. Never in his entire life had he experienced something like this. He could not singularly describe his current state as being upset or mad or horrified or murderous or confused... he was probably lost in a cauldron of all these things and then some.
He was not especially close to Kabura Chiharu and did not know the girl beyond the classroom but the image of her in his mind did not quite fit with the girl projected by the letter.
Wait, Inui was...friends...with Kabura. Could this be a product of Inui's dementia? ...His glasses were awfully shiny today.

But this was certainly feminine penmanship... then again; one must never underestimate Inui Sadaharu.

Gathering his resolve, he forcefully made it up the rest of the steps and stalked to homeroom.

Lots of things needed to be cleared up. He tried not to twitch.

00:00:00...

"Kabura-san, WHAT is THIS?" his voice was cold and level. He was proud that he managed to hold back the hysteria.

He found her in homeroom, her back turned to the doorway seemingly getting her things organized. Was it coincidence that the paper dangling in his left hand looked very similar to the paper in her right hand? Perhaps he was just being paranoid...

Cold dread washed over him as she froze stiffly. Her panicked image was reflected on the windowpane.

Perhaps not...

The "love-letter" slipped from his numb fingers and fluttered away.

Silence ticked by. Time was lost but nothing moved. She was still facing away from him, held frozen by panic with twenty million thoughts whirling in her head while he was rooted to the floor unable to move either from sheer horrification or catatonia... probably both.

And as if things were not mortifying enough...

"Anou, kore wa nanda?" One Fuji Syuusuke stood three and a half feet behind Tezuka, with blue eyes opened, holding the very cause of this nightmare.

A/N:

Haaaa, there you have the "love-letter" in its entirety. Mwha. Everyone got their shotguns ready? Good.

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