Come Fly with Me
I have been planning this fiction for quite some time. I got most of the ideas in my mind, but I am not sure if I will be able to update from time to time, as I am quite a busy person. I hope that you will enjoy the story. For those who are interested in catching up, please be patient with my progess. Thank you for your attention!
(PS: This story may contain a bit TezuFuji elements, just very little, as I am not a shounen ai writer at all. And I don't support it very much either. Please accept my apology if causing any annoyance)
Chapter 1 – The Unexpected Reunion
Arrival and departure take place daily in an airport. Thousands of aeroplanes take off and land in the place every day, carrying people away or to certain destinations. Airport is a place where people from all walks of life are given the opportunity to meet each other. Nevertheless, as building trust between people is becoming more and more difficult nowadays, we tend to avoid interaction with strangers and pay less attention to those around us. As a result, only a few people are able to seize the chance to make new friends in the airport, or meet old friends.
They have never thought that they would see each other again in such a place.
"Pacific Airline flight number CX103 to Hong Kong is now boarding. Passengers please proceed to Gate 23…"
Listening to the announcement attentively, a man with dark down hair continued to stir his cup of coffee with a spoon. He took a small sip and placed the cup back onto the table gently. Lying on the back of a seat of the Airport Café and closing his eyes, he was having a little relaxation. He has been flying from here to there without much stop for three months already to participant in the International Tennis Tournament held in different countries. Although he was very fond of the sport and has paid a lot of effort in order to gain fame and reach this position, he was getting tired of traveling overseas to play so frequently. "Why can't they just leave me alone for a while?" sometimes he would think. Reserved and cool, he was definitely not the kind of person who could stand publicity. The reason for him to become a professional tennis player was just to fulfill his dream. Of course, he played hard in all matches and gained favour by people. However, he never let his career to intrude his private life. He would attend formal shows, but he would not allow any disturbance from paparazzi. The media, surprisingly, cooperated with him well so far. They knew how serious the consequence would be to get into trouble with this young man, as they have experienced it when the professional tennis player was still a freshman in the tennis world. Due to that incident, he successfully became one of the famous people in the world who could be spared from most rumors.
As he opened his eyes again, he spotted a familiar figure beside the ordering counter, having his back on him. The person was not very tall, but very thin indeed. Noticing his smooth brown hair and warm smile from the side, the man sitting used his hand to readjust the position of his glasses back into the suitable position, wondering if he was seeing illusions. Their eyes met as the person turned his head to his direction with a cup of hot tea in his hand. For a moment, they stared at each other. Either of them was able to speak. Then, after a while, it was the one standing who broke the silence between them with a deep and tender voice.
"Ne, Tezuka…"
"Fuji," responded the man being called Tezuka in his usual firm and formal voice, showing only a slight change in his expression which could hardly be discovered.
