For the love of Fuji Syusuke

Disclaimer: I'd be happy to own them, but the fans will also be happy to… murder me. Lol.

Rating: G or K

Genre: General, slight romance, slight angst

Pairing: Tezuka and Fuji

Warnings or notes: One-shot, OOC-ness, minor anime spoilers, grammar and other errors (English is not my mother tongue), 350 words and pointless plot.

I tried to make Tezuka as IC as possible, but urm… he is kinda hard to write. I always think he's more than just a stoic and dull captain with a fondness to give out laps… :smirks: Ehem. Hope you enjoy this one-shot as well then!

Please drop a review okay? Would love to know what you think. Thanks.

: Ready… Go :

6th - Uncontrollable

Everyone was stunned when they saw tears rolling down on Fuji Syusuke's face after he had lost the match to Tezuka Kunimitsu. Even the said captain was startled to see Fuji cried. After all, no one saw that before, and definitely no one could expect it. Winning and losing mattered not to the genius, because he found pushing the opponent towards the edge was more entertaining and not even the victory itself could bring the same thrill.

Yet, Fuji claimed to be unsatisfied to lose that day. It only meant one thing; Fuji had finally learned to be serious, which he realized he lacked of it for being a prodigy. It was all thanks to Tezuka, who opened his eyes and heart.

"Fuji…," Tezuka's voice trailed off as the sandy-haired boy's tears continued to fall. Fuji was crying but the other knew it held more than sadness; it was also the tears of joy. Oh, Tezuka had the sudden urge to wipe those tears away with his thumb.

He was never one to openly show any emotion to anyone, including his own family. But deep down, they knew how he felt even without having told. To him, feelings were often led to desires and it would ruin one's discipline. Thus, he trained himself to control his desires, successfully masking his own emotions in the process.

Ironically, it took only one person to crumble his perfectly built shield.

"Thank you, Tezuka," the feminine voice murmured softly.

If one looked closely enough, they could see Tezuka's hazel eyes softened. He was torn between his discipline and his feelings. Should he surrender to his desires? Or should he hold onto his belief? His answer was given at the moment his hazel eyes laid on Fuji.

For once, Tezuka decided to throw aside his belief as he raised a hand and caressed Fuji's cheek in a slow motion. Feelings led to destruction, someone said. But he could care less now. Everything did not matter anymore.

"Don't mention it."

Sometimes, not even he could control his heart because… literally a certain genius had stolen it.

: The End of 'Uncontrollable' :