Alternate ending
Tezuka had let his team of vice-presidents took over the daily operations of his company. And he spent most of the time with Fuji, traveling the world, playing piano. They told anyone who was interested, about their love and play for any couple who wanted to hear of their happiness.
The day ended, Tezuka pulled Fuji's hand and they walked the street of Paris. Drawing circles on Fuji's palm, he hummed a little tune. He was happy, he had Fuji again.
Looking down at Fuji, he tugged Fuji closer and held him securely by his side. He never wanted to lose Fuji again. The time without Fuji was painful and Tezuka didn't want to repeat that bit of history again. His father had lost, he had found true love, and he would never allow anyone to take Fuji away. He wouldn't allow it, because he would make sure that whoever wanted to take Fuji must get pass him first.
"If music be the food of love" Tezuka smiled at Fuji.
Staring at Tezuka's lips, he understood what Tezuka had just said, he was more complete now, he thought proudly.
"Play on, give me excess of it." Fuji smiled back.
With the sun shining golden behind their back, they found peace. Their eyes spoke volumes, with no need to speak or hear they had found themselves whole.