Author's Note:
Once again: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY FUJI!
Here is part 2 of 3 for the fic that I wrote in honor of Fuji's leap year birthday. This part is from Tezuka's point of view of the events as opposed the chapter 1 which was done from Fuji's PoV. Hope you guys enjoy! Don't worry, they'll finally be back together again in part three. XD
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Thinking of You
Chapter 2: Tezuka
By: Stardustangel
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Peering at the bejeweled night scape,
the mysterious blue triggers a mind's eye,
it drowns me with guilt freshly heaped,
then holds me down with cloth made of emotional dye.
Stardustangel
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He stepped out of the showers with a towel tucked around his waist and the curling of steam following in his wake. He crossed to his bed and dressed quickly. The weather in Germany was cooler by all means then the temperatures that he was used to in Japan.
Once dressed in sensible sleepwear, Tezuka drew open the curtains of his bedroom window to view the night sky.
The stars sparkled brightly and winked at him, its distant beauty created silent pangs in his heart and its mysterious characteristics reminded him of a certain person who he had, although reluctantly, left behind in Japan.
Then he turned away from the offensive window which framed a patch of elusive sky. It taunted him of what he had left behind. He felt, what he deemed as, unnecessary guilt. He had to come to Germany to fix his shoulder, and Fuji also knew that he had to come; but knowing that bit of information didn't seem to appease his conscience which prodded at him with guilt for the pain that he must have caused the prodigy.
He crawled into bed and hoped that sleep would cloud his overworking brain; he was thinking too much. He blamed this sudden pang of loneliness on the tauntingly mysterious sky and winking stars.
Tucking himself in and decisively shutting his eyes, Tezuka determinately looked for sleep in the darkness.
Sleep stubbornly refused to be found.
He unscrewed his eyes and shifted his weight so that he was now lying on his side facing towards the interior of the room. The blank white wall on the opposite side served as a mental projector's screen and seemed to project memories of Fuji back at him. Photos of the always smiling tennis player smiling, practicing, playing, and … supporting; always supporting him silently by standing beside him and occasionally offering an insight.
Tezuka abruptly looked away from the wall and tugged the blanket even higher than their normal position at his shoulders.
The wall wasn't supporting his wish to be unconscious for a few hours.
Concentrating on keeping his mind blank, he told himself that he could do this. He eventually fell asleep, given into exhaustion, an hour later.
Next morning when he stepped outside and walked to the fitness facilities, Tezuka stopped at the tennis courts to watch some patients play and immediately was immediately washed over by a sense of nostalgia. He looked to the left for Fuji, knowing that the smiling boy couldn't possibly be present but couldn't help hoping anyway, and found only cold air accompanying him in this foreign land instead of his silent supporting pillar.
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A/N: Finally finished! 2 of 3 done! Almost there! Clicky button on bottom to inspire me to write the last part.