Hi minna!

I realized that I'm not suited for a first person point of view so as much as I would love to concentrate on Tezuka's emotions, I'm changing to third person point of view, the all-knowing watcher. That way, I won't have to dedicate a whole chapter for Fuji or any other character anymore… xD Yes, you guessed it right… I'm just being lazy. =))

As you have noticed, I am not a good song writer (even ff writer), so I'll be borrowing some songs and illegally announce them as Tezuka's own composition. Haha. But of course I'll be putting author's notes to give credit where it is due… :D Don't sue me huhu.

I'm trying my best to make things more specific when it comes to clothing…. Commend my valiant effort haha xD Kidding. I just searched stuff and copied them here :3

I suck at titles, I'm sorry huhu

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Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters nor most of the songs (only the plot of this ff and Hikari xD)

Enjoy!

~Sightless Melody~

It's currently 4 am on a Saturday and Tezuka found himself unable to go back to sleep. He is a morning person but he normally wakes up an hour later, so he didn't exactly know what to do. The events last night suddenly replayed in his mind. He wasn't sure why whenever he empties his head, the boy automatically fills it. Maybe because of Echizen's talent, he tells himself. But even if he denies a deeper attraction, he knows that he wants the boy in their company.

He sighed to himself. He's thinking too much about this. What if the boy didn't even want to join? This headache wouldn't be worth it. He moved out of his bed and went to the kitchen to heat some water for his tea. Opening the front door to get the daily newspaper, he was faced with the cold morning breeze. He shivered slightly as a certain gust, which felt a tad bit colder, hit his face. He grabbed what he came out for and closed the door immediately. He wouldn't risk getting a cold.

Scanning through the newspaper, he came upon something interesting. An article about a café named Real Vermello. It says here that despite operating for a mere 4 months, its success is greatly seen. It was commended for its elegance and high class designs and utensils. The food was said to be extraordinary and special. But the focus of the praise was neither on the place nor on the food, but rather on the music it offers. People are said to come back specifically for the magnificent soloists, performers and occasional orchestra. A place for the elite, Tezuka thought. It also mentioned in the article that it's almost always fully booked during the weekends, which isn't something unusual. He was about to bring down the newspaper before a name caught his attention. The Real Vermello is under the Atobe Inc. And for some reason, Tezuka suddenly felt that there is a reason why the article specifically mentioned the weekends. Of course, Echizen must be playing there! He was about to get his phone to contact a certain close-eyed friend only to be stopped by the sound of the boiling water.

Tezuka felt that he's taking things too fast. Why is it that when it comes to Echizen, there's only now to take action? He suddenly thanked the water for boiling just in time before he exposed his self to Fuji. He didn't know what he would do if that guy misinterprets his urgency with something else. What "something else" refers to, Tezuka didn't know. But knowing him, any meaning that is not intended should be avoided. All conflict comes from misinterpretations after all.

He decided that it was now time to shut the stove off, just standing in front of it and doing nothing made him look like an idiot anyway. He poured himself some water, opened a cabinet and got himself a tea bag. He allowed the hot liquid to absorb all the flavour of the Oolong tea. When he thought that it has sat enough, he took a sip. He then remembered the song that he was able to write last night. It actually surprised him that he was able to write something yesterday because his mind was just on the golden eyed singer. And, just to somehow mock his expertise, when he looked it over it was his best creation yet. A masterpiece I didn't think about.

Tezuka brought his right hand to his temple and massaged it using his thumb and ring finger to prevent an oncoming headache. And now, to decide who will sing the song he made entitled "Stay With Me" (a/n: credits to Sam Smith). He thought about the lyrics and realized that it could be sung by anyone. After all, it's a song of endearment. To say this type of song is not Tezuka-like is an understatement. He couldn't even believe that he actually wrote it. He has a big problem though, just the thought of giving it to anyone makes him feel uncertain.

Sakuno. No. Mirage 6. No. Atobe. Definitely no. Sigh. He has to consult Fuji to find the perfect singer. He stared at the clock. 5:03. Tezuka finished his long cold tea and washed it, throwing the tea bag to the bin. He decided that it's best to just go to the office early. Unlike most business, the music industry requires one to work until Saturday. But from what he had experienced, it's an everyday thing. One has to be updated to the latest trends and chart ratings, all for the sake of each artist. He took a bath and decided to wear a gray cashmere long-sleeved polo tucked in a black James stretch cotton pant held by a classic black leather belt. The good thing about this job is when it comes to clothes, they're not strict. As long as you look decent and presentable, you're good to go. But it doesn't hurt to look a bit more professional, you'll never know who you'll meet. First impressions really are everything in this business. After wearing his Mendrez Leo Formal shoe, he drove off to work.

Tezuka arrived at the office at quarter past six, which is too early for a place that comes to life at eight. What intrigued him though is the light coming from what he deduced to be Fuji's office. He placed his things in his room but brought with him an envelope before making his way to the only other occupant of the currently empty building. The door was open and as he took a peek, he saw his friend deep in thought. He made his presence known by knocking on the already open door which startled the blue eyed man. "Ara, Good morning Tezuka. Aren't you early?" Fuji said while smiling. Tezuka entered the room and sat on a chair across Fuji's table. "I'd have to say the same thing to you, seeing that you're earlier than me." Tezuka noticed the bags under the usually closed eyes. "Lack of sleep?" He asked, worry evident in his tone. "Yeah, a lot of things in my mind." Oblivious to Tezuka, the same boy is intruding Fuji's mind, but with a different reason. The bespectacled man just nodded, he's not one to pry. Instead, he handed Fuji the envelope that he brought. And Fuji just looked at him questioningly.

"This is the song that I was able to write last night. For some reason, I'm finding it difficult to find the perfect singer." Tezuka confessed. Fuji read the lyrics and was surprised at how uncharacteristic it was of Tezuka to make a song like this. But he has to say, "This might be your best composition yet." The writer nodded in agreement. Fuji didn't understand though why Tezuka's finding it hard to designate a singer, anyone can sing this. And then it came unto him. The things that had happened last night is what influenced these words. "So, who do you suggest?" Tezuka inquired. "I have two in mind." Fuji replied. And Tezuka was taken aback. He couldn't even think of anyone fitting for the song but his companion had two? He raised an eyebrow as a form of question. "First is a close friend of mine and a great song writer. He is Tezuka Kunimitsu." Tezuka didn't expect that. He's not a bad singer but his passion lies elsewhere. He gave Fuji a look that says "are you serious?" And he just hummed, seeming to be having fun at the reactions he got from his glasses wearing companion. "The other?" Quietly dismissing the first option. Fuji gave the envelope back to Tezuka then looked him straight in the eye, "Echizen Ryoma."

I couldn't resist typing haha… My head's a total wreck so forgive any typographical errors and incoherent sentences. xD I hope you liked it!

I'm putting Fuji to better use.. You are free to love him now hahaha.. He'll be sacrificing his love for the betterment of the world. teehee~

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