A new story here! I want to write this so desperately! I hope you guys like this one, too.

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Chapter 1

Canna

Flower meaning : paranoia, suspicion

There was a sound of door opening and closing between the sizzling sound from the kitchen. "Oh, you are awake already?" Fuji smiled at the man at the right side of the kitchen across of the hall while stirring the miso soup.

"Ah.."

"Breakfast is almost ready. You can wash up first." Fuji said while putting away the omelet into a plate. The brown haired man nodded then walked along the hall and disappeared in the bathroom at the end of the hall.

Fifteen minutes later, the breakfast was ready. "Your breakfast, Tezuka-kun." He placed the warm breakfast in front of the said man.

"Thank you." Tezuka murmured.

Fuji replied with a warm smile then he sat across of Tezuka. "I made Kazuya-san's share, too. But, I don't know whether he will come home today either or not." Fuji said lightly while saying his prayers before he started eating. His tone might be light but deep down he felt empty.

Tezuka didn't respond to that, either he didn't care or being perceptive and sympathize about Fuji's sadness.

"How could you be Kazuya-san's nephew? Your ages are not that much different." Fuji asked while munching his warm omelette.

Tezuka put back his miso soup, "It's by six years." He went silent for a moment before continuing, "My grandfather married twice. He married his first wife in his early teenage years but his first wife, my grandmother, died when my mom was a little girl."

Fuji felt bad for asking right then, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"He determined not to take another wife at that time. Yet he married another woman when my mom was in her third year in college."

"And that marriage resulted your step uncle, Tokugawa Kazuya?" Fuji was surprised by how much Tezuka willing to share to him. "Oh, how does it feel to have such young uncle?"

"Like any other uncle. We are not close since we rarely meet."

Fuji was dumbfounded by the fact, "Is that so?" He hummed, "Then why did he.." he blurted but stopped in the middle. Tezuka waited for Fuji's question but Fuji brushed it away saying that he forgot what he was going to ask.

They why did he know Tezuka needed a lodging for a while if they didn't even close?

Two weeks prior, Kazuya brought Tezuka, his step nephew, to their apartment with him. Fuji was surprised to find that Tokugawa had a nephew, the older man never told him anything about his family and Tokugawa always gave the loner vibes therefore Fuji had never thought about it before. Yet he brought one of his family with him. At first he almost thought Tezuka would be a difficult person to face. However, Tezuka was a polite and calm man eventhough he was younger.

"Perhaps my mom asks him to take me in, therefore he can't refuse." Tezuka said after Fuji fell silent.

"Saa..that's okay then if I can do good." Tezuka wasn't only a good guy but he also so perceptive. In the apartment of two bedrooms, with one occupied by Tezuka himself, should rise a question about Fuji and Tokugawa's rooming but Tezuka didn't even raise his eyebrows when he learned about it. Fuji guessed that Tezuka had already known about his uncle's life or he didn't even care.

That put Fuji in dilemma with how to act in front of the man but also respected Tezuka although the latter man was two years younger that Fuji himself, but Tezuka was more mature.

Fuji's ear peaked up when he heard someone unlocking the front door. He stood immediately to welcome his long awaited lover. "Welcome home." He welcomed the tall man with as small sigh yet still smiling brightly as he marched toward Tokugawa. Like a puppy who finally met his master after a long time.

"Ah, I'm home." He loosening his tie and nodded at Tezuka when the latter man greeted him before disappearing into the shared bedroom with Fuji in tow.

Tokugawa was busy unloading his clothes which needed to be laudried from his brand new stylish black knapsack and opened his drawer to take newly washed and ironed clothes when Fuji entered their bedroom. "Kunimitsu is not giving you any problem, is he?" He asked without even glanced at Fuji.

Fuji shook his head, "No, he is friendly and nice to me. Well, he is a bit quiet but we sometimes have nice chat."

Tokugawa nodded, "That's good." then changed his clothes in swift and efficient movements. Fuji watched he worked around the room from the bed.

"Where were you all these time? You have gone too long." Fuji smiled when he asked but his hand was gripping the smooth sheet under him tightly. He was sure he needed to remake the bed after this but that could wait.

"Been busy. There are tons of things to be done at work." Tokugawa had donned another expensive suit while searching for matching tie this time. Long time ago, he would have asked Fuji to find the most suitable one but now he didn't even place his eyes on Fuji properly.

"How are you doing?" Fuji's eyes followed Tokugawa's movements, drinking his appearance; his broad shoulders to his slim waist, like it was the last time he would meet him.

Tokugawa finally found what he needed and walked to the full length mirror next to their wardrobe. "Good."

"Have you had your meal regularly?"

Tokugawa's hand stopped tying the knot for his tie, "You know I tend to forget when it gets busy. But, I sometimes have my meal with my team." Then he continued working on his tie.

Hearing that answer dampened Fuji's mood. With a little resolve he had, Fuji walked to Tokugawa and hugged the tall man from behind. "I missed you." He whispered but Tokugawa went rigid instead.

Fuji tightened his arms around the board chest and inhaled Tokugawa's smell which he had missed so much. It was still the same, the nostalgic smell he longed for; green chypres, strong and classical appeal but at the end he could smell another smell, much fruity that definitely wasn't his Kazuya's smell. The same smell which haunted Fuji for months as if marked their territory and clearly wasn't Fuji's. The smell that turned Fuji into an inferior human being, telling him he wasn't enough.

But Fuji didn't want to give up, his Kazuya was still there with Fuji. Tokugawa turned around, "Syusuke.."

Fuji didn't want to listen, so he pulled Tokugawa toward him and intended to kiss the taller man desperately. But what he got was merely a brush since Tokugawa pushed him away, "No. There's someone else here. We can't be reckless."

Fuji stepped back and blinked, "Isn't that what you want?" His tone turned cold, while his throat felt constricted. Then Fuji decided to collect the clothes which were scattered around the room to distract himself.

Seeing Fuji's mood turned sour, Tokugawa pulled the smaller man into his arms and kissed him deeply. The worn clothes were dropped from Fuji's hands by the action. But Fuji didn't care, not when his Kazuya kissed him immensely, the same kiss they had shared for years and never ceased to turn Fuji into a mushy useless man.

In the end Tokugawa pulled away from Fuji, both were breathless. "Kazuya-san.." Fuji with red lips and blushes on cheeks sighed dreamily.

"Sorry, Syusuke.. I.." Tokugawa looked torned when he saw Fuji's gaze.

Fuji placed a finger on Tokugawa's damp lips, "Sshh.. It's okay. I like it like this." Then he hugged the taller man again. "What do you want to eat tonight? You are coming home tonight, aren't you?" He gazed up and asked happily, with so much hope.

Tokugawa looked unsure for the second time, "If I could."

"That's great! I'll buy some groceries when I come home later and cook delicious dinner for us tonight." He released Tokugawa, "Now, off you go. Leave your clothes for me. I have made your breakfast, eat before you go to work, ne?"

Tokugawa followed Fuji's instructions.

Fuji collected the dirty clothes and put them away to the hamper. He was still smiling brightly when he sat on the chair next to Tokugawa while the older man was having his breakfast.

Tezuka had finished his breakfast and was enjoying his morning tea and if he found Fuji's mood changed drastically, he didn't say anything.

The three of them went to work together. They separated when they reached the station; Fuji worked at the bookstore at the station, Tokugawa and Tezuka had to take the train to reach their office and university respectively.

Fuji greeted his friends before getting ready and started to work. He was humming while putting new books into the bookshelves. "Oh my, someone is happy today. What is it? Got a nice morning?" Fuji's coworker teased him for being cheerful and bright so early in the morning. "How unusual, isn't it?" Another coworker added, too.

Fuji's only reply was his grin. He was busy planning what to make later, it had been a long time eating with Kazuya. "Saa..what should I make tonight?"

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Tezuka stepped into the dark apartment later than he planned. At first he just wanted to finish his team project and submitted it immediately before his professor gave them another one. And also, after a long thinking he wanted to give alone time to his uncle and his lover.

In two weeks his staying with his uncle, they only met twice. One when his uncle brought him to his house and second time just at the morning. Other than that, his uncle never present himself in the house.

Tezuka flicked the buttons on the wall to switch on the lamps only to find Fuji sitting on the long sofa, watching TV. His uncle was nowhere to be found. "Oh, you've back home? Welcome home." Fuji said softly, his tone was hushed unlike his cheerful and happy tone on the morning. Tezuka hung his jacket on the hanger then put his bag on the table.

"I've made some foods. You can reheat it." Fuji informed.

"Ah.." he then went to the sink to wash his hand, then glanced at the counter.

"Kazuya-san said he couldn't come home today since there's a problem with the delivery station." Fuji informed again when he saw Tezuka's gaze on the orderly wrapped yet untouched foods on the counter.

Fuji's voice was hoarse, like he had just overused it. Was he crying? Or was he screaming at he horror movie on the TV? Tezuka doubted the last option since the TV was on an amateur natural documentary. He watched Fuji silently from the kitchen.

"Then, I'll take a bath first." He finally said then disappeared into the bathroom.

Tezuka leaned over the closed door. Somehow, Fuji looked so small and fragile there, like he was hanging on a thin brittle thread and did his best not to let it go. Tezuka got an impression that Fuji would crumbled and broken even by a little push. Truthfully, he didn't want to witness such view.

Tezuka exhaled then stepped into the shower in an entangled mind.

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Fuji jerked awake when he felt someone shook him. He looked at the man in confusion, it took him seconds to recognize the man was Tezuka, not Tokugawa. "Sorry, did I fall asleep? Do you need something?" He straightened up and wiped away the sleepiness from his face.

"I have reheated the foods."

"You shall have your dinner, then." Fuji said while forcing a little smile.

"Let's have dinner together. You haven't had your dinner too, have you?"

Fuji declined the offer since he had no appetite at that moment. Tezuka decided to ignore it then pulled Fuji out of the sofa firmly yet gently to the dinning table, "You made it so you have to eat it, too." He said while pushing Fuji to sit then proceed to sat across of Fuji.

Fuji chuckled by how childish Tezuka sounded. He finally took the chopsticks when he saw Tezuka didn't move if he didn't.

They ate in silence, there was only narration from the TV and utensils clinking when were used by them. Fuji's sniffe joined not long after that, "Sorry, I don't know why but my food is too salty."

Tezuka swallowed his food and placed another slice of chicken on Fuji's bowl, "Ah, it's fine. Foods tend to turn saltier when reheated." He commented.

Fuji chuckled between his sniff, then another tears rolled down his cheeks. "It's too bad." He put in another mouthful of rice and chicken. The foods tasted bland and felt like a dry sandpaper in his mouth but he kept eating.

After the meal -Tezuka insisted that he would do the dishes since Fuji had prepared the meal- Fuji went back to the sofa since he wasn't in mood to sleep in the empty and cold bed, alone. He pushed the button on the remote to find any interesting program to watch lazily.

What surprised him was when Tezuka suddenly sat next to him after his chores. Tezuka usually went to sleep or doing his homework after his dinner and left Fuji alone. "Any nice thing to watch?" He asked while handing over a can of cold beer to Fuji.

"Nothing interesting." Fuji took the can and drank it anyway.

Tezuka took over the remote and changed the channel to sport channel. "Is this okay with you?" He asked. Fuji shrugged off and didn't object. They watched some tennis matches in the end.

Tezuka neither said or asked about anything. He just sat there and watched the match with him. For Fuji, it was the sweetest thing someone had done for him for years.

There for chapter one. I apologize first if there were typos or grammatical errors.

Wish me can finish this story well! See ya!