Haven't been seeing each other for so long, the two of them failed to find anything to talk about for instance. Fuji sat beside Tezuka and sipped his tea, and Tezuka just stared at the mist emitted from Fuji's hot tea. Glaring at Tezuka's stern and emotionless look, Fuji let out a light giggle.
"You really haven't changed a bit even after eight years, still as cool as an iceberg!"
"So are you, still like to smile so much." Ignoring Fuji's tease, Tezuka gave a short reply as usual.
"How are you lately? It shouldn't be too bad being a well-known tennis player who amuses the whole world, right? I have always been hearing news about you."
"Not bad. How about you?"
"I am fine too."
"Why haven't you ever contact us since you left Japan? They are all eager to hear from you." So am I, thought Tezuka. He didn't say that though. Not until Oishi called him two years ago and mentioned about their teammates did he know that Fuji was no longer in Japan. He was not informed before.
"I tried, but I could never find my address book." There was a hint of despair in his tone, but Tezuka didn't pay much attention to it.
Tezuka frowned slightly. Have the former tensai in both tennis and studying ever be that careless in putting his stuffs? It was quite unbelievable indeed. Reaching out for his briefcase, Tezuka took out a pen and a notebook from it. He tore off a page from it and started scribbling. During the whole process, Fuji watched patiently and a tag attached on the briefcase caught his eyes. SD 328 to San Franscio. He widened the smile on his face.
"Here, my contact number and address. Yours?" Tezuka handed Fuji his notebook and a piece of paper with his information.
"How honored I am to be able to get the address and phone number from our Super Star personally! It is as if I am asking for an autograph from you," smiled Fuji, writing on the notebook, "What a pity for me only to be able to give you my phone number though. I don't have a stable home actually. My career requires me to go here and there from time to time. I haven't been back to Japan for a very long time. If you happen to call me, you should expect to pay for long distance."
Taking the notebook from Fuji and listening, Tezuka developed a sudden intention to study Fuji's outfit. Wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of black trousers, he just looked as casual as anybody else. Nevertheless, Tezuka sensed something differentiated him from normal passengers. It was just that he couldn't tell. When Fuji mentioned about his career, Tezuka asked, "What is your current occupation?"
Fuji just wanted to answer when a youth approached them hurriedly and said, "Senpai! It is time for us to get moving… Ah, sorry to have interrupted you and your friend." He added apologetically and bowed.
"Never mind, Nakamura. I am coming," answered Fuji, standing up and grabbing his briefcase. He turned back to Tezuka. "I have to go now. Talk to you later! We will meet again soon." Throwing a little wink, Fuji followed the youth and departed, leaving the confused tennis player behind.