Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: hints of pairings: Tezuka x Fuji; Eiji x Oishi; Momo x Ryoma
A/N: italics mean thoughts or emphasis on that particular word, except for the first and last few paragraphs.
It was strange; he did not recall why he was here. Yet, no matter what the reason, it was worth the long walk just to see this huge Sukura tree with its lovely petals floating down. Fuji lifted his head, breathing in its pretty scent and admiring the peaceful scene before him. "You came…Fuji."
Turning around, the tensai saw that it was none other than Tezuka. Did we make a promise to meet here? Fuji wondered; if so, I don't seem to remember at all. However, he was glad he met Tezuka.
"Fuji…" Tezuka said, walking closer, "Fuji…" he whispered, seemingly caressing the name, "Fuji…Syuusuke…" Tezuka reached out and touched the bewildered tensai's hair, "Syuusuke, arigatou ne?"
"Fuji! Daijobou?" he heard Eiji asking as he changed out of his tennis clothes. It was after practice and most of the Regulars had left – saved for the four of them. Drifts of Momoshiro and Ryoma's bickering could be heard quite clearly.
"Why am I always the one paying?"
"Because I'm always paying for Karupin's food."
"But you eat far more than your cat!"
If Fuji had been himself, he could be getting excellent blackmail material at that moment. But his mind was hovering between reality and that dream he had last night.
'Poke. Poke. Poke.' Fuji came back to Earth at Eiji's persistent prodding at his forehead. Smiling sweetly at the concerned face, he inquired what was wrong.
"I asked you a thousand times today if you're okay already!" Eiji exaggerating a little, waving his arms about to emphasize his point.
"Ah, I'm all right. Maybe not enough sleep due to a dream last night." Eiji made a disbelieving noise, secretly wondering how a nightmare could possibly keep another nightmare (Fuji) awake.
"So share the dream already nyah!" Eiji exclaimed, unable to restraint his natural curiosity.
"Hit-mi-su." Fuji winked, smiling that infuriating I-have-a-secret-and-I-won't-tell-you smile. Eiji pouted but rebounded from the dumps pretty quickly. After all, he had wanted to tell his best friend his weird dream.
"…and he was wearing a flowery apron, stirring the cauldron and muttering some weird sentences! So I asked him what it was; he said it was a Love potion nyah! And that when it's finished, he was going to force it down my throat!" Eiji recounted. Not like I need it nyah. "It seemed so real! Anyway, could it be due to Oishi hanging around Inui too much? Causing him to brew up potions like that…" The red head hugged himself, firmly believing that Inui had some witch blood running in his veins. He shivered at the thought of his doubles partner wearing thick gleaming glasses and holding up a jar of frothing unknown drink.
"Saa… it couldn't be helped though. Oishi needs all the help he could get now that he is the temporary captain."
"Mou, I wish Tezuka hurry up and get his shoulder healed. Oishi is so busy now…" the red curls seemed to droop as the owner sort-of admitted that he felt neglected.
"They say when you dream of someone vividly; it is that in reality, their desires for you left their bodies and become your dreams. So cheer up already, sempai." Ryoma volunteered this interesting information, casting an unreadable glance at his burger buddy, Momoshiro.
"Har? Really?" His three sempais stared at Ryoma doubtfully. They seemed to be absorbed in their own thoughts for a few seconds, and a slight tinge of pink could be seen on all three faces – Momoshiro's the most obvious. Ryoma looked up at him and smirked, "So, who did you dream of?"
The tall boy blushed a deeper red and scratched his head. It was difficult to answer especially when the person he dreamt of was standing this close a distance and staring so intently. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and laughed, hoping they would let him off the hook. After a few moments of challenged stares, he gave in, "Eh… I don't really remember…eh…and… Ah! Ann … that's it. Ann-chan!" Momoshiro said with forced cheerfulness.
Ryoma raised an eyebrow and muttered, "Momo-sempai, you're a lousy liar and a hentai." He turned his back to the agitated youth and continued his packing. All the while, Momoshiro hovered around his back, insisting that he was neither a pervert nor a liar. Still insisting, Momoshiro followed Ryoma out, leaving the two sempais in their own thoughts.
"Oishi…" Eiji smiled dreamily.
Could it be? Tezuka? Fuji thought, with a delicious shiver going down his spine.
He fingered the soft honey brown locks. He had been wanting to do this for a long time. He looked down at the confused face and smiled, "Syuusuke…arigatou ne? For coming… I miss you." Fuji looked at him for the longest time, seeming to search his very soul to see if he was telling the truth. After a while, his eyes closed and his face relaxed into a particularly sweet and pure smile.
"Tezuka Kunimitsu… I miss you too." He snaked his arms around Fuji's delicate form, enveloping him in a hug. He closed his eyes, breathing in Fuji's scent and feeling how right Fuji felt in his arms. He wanted to capture this moment clearly in his memory forever.
Tezuka finally opened his eyes and looked at the dark ceiling of his dormitory. It was a dream after all…yet, it seemed so real…