One Year In Four
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Disclaimer: me no richie therefore PoT me no ownie. Mou, I wish I could be adopted by Konomi-sensei or by the animators…
Warnings: yaoi, lemon… OOCness, presence of OCs…
Pairings: TeFu (I'm loyal and biased… they're the epitome of love)
Summary: Fuji and Tezuka had a rift. They both think they moved on. Then comes Fuji's twenty-fourth birthday (sixth, actually) and he invites the old team over. The past resurfaces, should they seize it or leave it? nya, this is a leap year gift to our favorite tensai from our favorite buchou. Enjoy:3 (third settlement based on Fallen Angel and A Fine Week.)
a/n: sorry for the long time to update but I had to do things at school (argh!). Then I updated the 7th chappie when I was having a lag on the tenth, which is bad so I had to write two more chapters before I updated this… after the heavy chapter, I'll give you a light one. Ah, no, this isn't the lemon yet… but there's another teaser, ne? –slouches and bumps head- I just feel dead after going to school yesterday… darn…
alchemistgrl09 – oh, that's fine, I took so long before updating so I don't really mind. And… ur… thanks that you think this series is amazing… I do hope that you'll follow my fics in the future, even after this, ne? hehe, thank you:3
cassie – haha, thanks… and I'm sorry that this isn't the lemon yet… now, come to think of it, yeah… it's kinda difficult with Tezuka's voice. –huffs- hmph, you have me wondering as well… but, of course, Fuji can turn Tezuka into things that's quite beyond our imagination…
Thelchtereia – nya, you've a nice username (I really like fancy names…) :3 And I must thank you for reviewing –cheers!- wow, that's your favorite moment now? Wah, suteki! And you don't have to list the reasons why they're so perfect to each other… I have those reasons at heart:3
miff mistress – I am so glad that you think this fic is beautiful… please enjoy it. If you want, you can try the prequels as well, ne?
PyroSiren – I thought Fuji would have to be more rational… and I guess I didn't want to make things more complicated. I mean, Tezuka has a complex, Honda has a complex… can't have that on Fuji. -.-" Tezuka begging for forgiveness was well-deserved on Fuji's part, don't you think? Here's the next chappie, but it isn't the lemon yet.
Thin-K - -hugs you, too because Tezuka and Fuji are holding each other- thank you for finding it beautiful! I tried to make it beautiful, you know? yes, they're really back together:3 As for Honda, she still has lots to do to mess things up… the teaser, however, is for the next chappie, not this one… this one would be light. And thanks for the compliment! –hugs you even more tightly- and I tried your fic, you'll find a review a review from me. –winks-
lammieee – aww, you felt for Tezuka didn't you? And, of course, SO SEXY both of them… don't call yourself a pervert… it has just got to do with your love for Tezuka and Fuji, ne? Yeps, hands down to Fuji who is buchou's weakest spot.
maldita08 – hoi! Hoi! I got the phone idea from that 'DETO' ep, haha. –squeals because of InuiKai- Yanada is more or less out of the way and Honda will make an appearance here… well, actually, it's Tezuka who started it but he… haha, just read the next chappie.
xoHakugei – mou, that's good! Nyahaha, I'm glad you like Tezuka more now. :3 sorry that I couldn't update sooner. X.x
sheyryoma – whoosh! I'm so glad you loved that chappie! I had a hard time wording it… :3 yeps, genuine love. I'm a sucker for cliché like that, ehehe. :3 go us TeFu fangirls!!! Woohoo!!! I love you, too! –hugs you, too- I mean, well, Fuji and Tezuka are PERFECT for each other… ne, ne? I love MSKM! I'm so glad they're having a book 2!!!
okinneko – nya, I'm happy that they confessed as well! I mean, it would be really tedious for all of us if they kept being in denial… sorry, though, that I couldn't update quickly… domo arigatou to you, too! –hugs back- and –coughs- THAT is next…
Chrono Breaker – oh, you really wanted Tezuka to beat him up? I think Tezuka has more pride and dignity than that… then, let's just see, eh? Honda needs to get a new life… but there's something really, really wrong with her so there… was the 'OMG!!' for the lemon teaser? Haha…
Miji-Chuu – oh, that crack. Yes. I'm quite addicted to this story myself. But I'm really ever so addicted with TeFu… well, Crack!fic is something that's very, very OOC and is usually for fanservice. crack can also be used as a prefix when something is different from expected, but they're in-character and oftentimes serious fiction… AU is alternate universe…here's the update!
bLoodY vEngEfUl sOul – lemon is in ninth chappie, just you wait. And it's really long so I don't know when I'll be able to update. I do watch too much drama, read too many cliché… so, yeah, and I shall watch the second book of MSKM, teehee… I knew that you wanted to hug Tezuka because I wanted to hug him myself, but I couldn't, they needed that moment. Maybe some other time we could cuddle Tezuka…
Fusiko – yeah, I love seeing guys cry, especially Tezuka. I mean, well, if Tezuka were doing that in front of me I'll just scream, "I DO!" well, actually no… if he were crying in front of me, I'd call Fuji and make them hug!
luvcloud307 – yeps, that was surprising, ne? but he had that coming… only Fuji could make him do that. –beams proudly- hmm, between 15-20 chappies I think… but I'm still writing the eleventh…
Ketchup for Blood – hmm, have you read the "Wrath of Fuji"? Fuji's seme there and I kinda like the difference in outlook, scary Fuji... True, Fuji is more manipulative… but I still prefer Tezuka being the seme. That's easier to imagine for me. –lols- And it's useful for my plot… the lemon comes after this, btw. And I agree that there can't be perfectly evil antagonists, they usually have understandable reasons for being evil…
wirbelwind – okay, that's scary, nya, but maybe you're reading my mind since I wrote this chappie a long time ago. Or maybe because the first part was really cliché, ne? I thought that Fuji would have been more rational, especially since he's been in love with Tezuka all along so he wouldn't have been furious with Yanada… :3 yes, three years is long and I wanted to hit Tezuka in the head, too…I guess Tezuka had been living in fear that Fuji might have hated him so much, but more on that later. That has something to do with the Honda conflict in this fic, too, btw.:3
One Year in Four calendar: Feb 16, 2008
Let me strut my new line break… got the idea from deliriun (sankyuu, if you're reading!)
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Some people believe that without history, our lives amount to nothing. At some point, we'll have to choose: do we fall back to what we know, or do we step forward to something new? It's hard not to be haunted by our past. Our history is what shapes us, what guides us. Our history resurfaces time after time. So we have to remember, sometimes the most important history is the history we're making today.
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Chapter Eight
With difficulty, Tezuka opened his eyes and tried to roll to his side but a weight was stopping him. He looked down and smiled softly. He hadn't been dreaming; Fuji was right there beside him, arms draped across his chest. Supporting Fuji's head with an arm, he sat up and adjusted the tensai to his lap. Tezuka reached for his megane and slipped it on quickly. His smile broadened even more as Fuji curled up and continued the peaceful slumber. Fuji's pale creamy skin, Tezuka couldn't help but think, glowed as brilliant sunlight streamed through the balcony.
Absentmindedly stroking Fuji's sandy hair, Tezuka squinted at the clock. Nine fifty three in the morning. He couldn't remember what time they both slept. They both spent the last night holding each other, talking about the last six years, kissing deeply, touching, chatting and a lot more kissing. At the moment, he realized that he felt more whole than he ever felt in the past six years – all because of Fuji. He knew that the past mistakes couldn't be easily forgotten or forgiven. He still had his own qualms due to the pain he caused the tensai. But, in time, with Fuji's love and guidance, he would learn to forgive himself. Now, he believed sincerely that he and Fuji were connected through the soul. Not even time or agony could destroy what the heart and soul had built.
"Buchou," called Echizen, knocking on the slightly parted door. Then, the young tennis samurai blinked as he pushed the door. He stared at Tezuka for a split second, but recovered from his shock quite instantly. "Well, we were – "
"Nya?" said Eiji, poking his head in. His eyes strayed to the bed and he grinned. "So that's why you didn't come down for breakfast…" he said thoughtfully. "Ne, buchou, we were going to buy presents for Fujiko's birthday. We thought we should ask you to come… but," he looked at Fuji, "well, you shouldn't leave him."
Adapting his emotionless countenance, Tezuka nodded. "Ahh."
Dragging Echizen along, Eiji winked at a scowling buchou. "Bye, bye." And the redhead disappeared from view.
Tezuka watched Fuji a bit longer. Then, he decided that the latter would be hungry upon waking up; neither of them went down for dinner as well as for breakfast. Gently, he placed a pillow under his boyfriend's head and bent down to plant a kiss on Fuji's forehead. Carefully, he got out of bed.
The ramen that Tezuka prepared for Fuji was very, very, very spicy. He dared it to make sure that the proportions of the ingredients were all right and he ended up downing four consecutive glasses of cold water to keep his throat from burning. That was, however, to his satisfaction. Very, very, very spicy happened to suit Fuji's taste perfectly. Tezuka set aside the food and waited; Fuji would be down soon.
Folding his hands on top of the table and smiling to himself, Tezuka propped on the chair. Consequently, he arched his brows as the doorbell rang. Frowning ever so slightly, he strolled to the front door and stopped. His voice and his countenance were void of emotion as he said, "Yanada."
"Where's Syusuke?" asked a particularly harried-looking Yanada.
As Yanada tried to enter, Tezuka stepped forward to block the doorway. "Leave him alone."
Narrowing his eyes, Yanada smirked. "Who are you to tell me that?" He pushed Tezuka's shoulders, trying to make his way in. Tezuka, however, failed the attempt, keeping himself glued in place.
"Leave Syusuke alone," Tezuka said yet again in a toneless manner.
Huffing, Yanada glared at Tezuka. "Is that the reason he gave me the key? To go running to you after we had a petty quarrel?" He clasped his hands around Tezuka's collars. "He loves me, you bastard. You can't have him back."
The expression in Tezuka's face was unreadable as he stared at Yanada's gray eyes. "He loves me," he said coldly. "Even you know that."
Growling, Yanada clenched his fist and slammed it right against Tezuka's face. "You lie!"
Undeterred, Tezuka did neither wince nor flinch at the impact. "He saw you with your woman."
"You – " Yanada raised his arm to box Tezuka again but he stopped as Tezuka gripped his wrist. "You hurt him! You don't deserve him anymore than I do."
Curling up his lips in both disgust and hatred, Tezuka hit Yanada square in the jaws. "Hypocrite," he muttered, eyes dark with fury. "Leave him alone," he said giving Yanada a painful shove in the chest and the darker man stepped back. "Syusuke wishes you well, by the way." At that, he shut the door, not wanting to listen to what disdainful things Yanada had to say.
"Kunimitsu…" came Fuji's call as he descended the stairs.
Tezuka didn't look up as he massaged his bruising jaws. He only lifted his head when he felt soft slender fingers touch his arms.
"What happened?" asked Fuji. His blue eyes were revealed as he studied his boyfriend's visage. A slight pitch on the gentle voice showed his increasing concern.
Ignoring the question, Tezuka kissed Fuji's forehead. "Ohayou."
But Fuji frowned. "I asked you what happened," he said adamantly.
Sighing, Tezuka started. "A visitor came for you."
The voice would have sounded flat and usual to everyone else's ear but Fuji wouldn't have missed the disdain in the deep tone. At once, he knew who Tezuka was referring to. "You should have woken me up," Fuji said curtly.
"I couldn't let him near you," said Tezuka tersely.
"Kunimitsu," said Fuji almost in admonition, "he wouldn't have hurt you if I were present."
"I'm fine," Tezuka insisted, looking away from the teal eyes.
"Would it have hurt if you called me?" asked Fuji, knitting his brows.
"Syusuke," went Tezuka in a ringing voice, "I couldn't let you near him. He chose a wo – " Tezuka stopped, his amber eyes dilating with… was it fear? Was it reluctance?
Fuji instantly saw through the hesitation in his koibito's face.
Looking down to the floor, Tezuka mumbled, "Syusuke, just don't see him again."
With puckered brows, Fuji observed Tezuka silently. Then, he smiled thoughtfully and he raked his fingers through the rich brown locks of Tezuka's hair. "I'm in the state when I can't see anyone else but you…" he murmured.
Even the cold and aloof Tezuka Kunimitsu smiled as the soft and gentle words were pronounced.
Fuji leaned forward and kissed Tezuka's lips. "Come, let me put some ice on your face…" He took Tezuka's hands and led the way to the kitchen.
"No," said Tezuka. "It's really fine… we should just eat."
Tilting his head in inquiry, Fuji smiled. "Sure?" he asked. When Tezuka nodded, he kissed the black and blue cheek. "Well, that should be better than ice." He chuckled as Tezuka glowered. Then, he urged Tezuka to the table and settled himself across his boyfriend.
"Where are the others?" asked Fuji, helping himself to his noodles. "Are they out?"
"Ahh," affirmed Tezuka.
"Hmmm," said Fuji, beaming as he tasted the noodles. "It's really good."
"Hn," was the short answer.
"Kunimitsu," Fuji said cheerfully, "you really never changed." He ate his meal heartily, watching Tezuka with dancing aquamarine eyes. He jerked his head up, however, as he heard a flat ring tone. "Was that yours?"
Tezuka laid down his chopsticks and brought out his phone. He turned to Fuji with worried brown eyes.
Smiling gently, Fuji nodded.
"Honda," said Tezuka, picking up the call.
Pausing from eating, Fuji listened closely.
"With Syusuke," said Tezuka, sounding as blank as ever. "I'd like you to understand that – " he scowled in surprise and pushed the phone back to his pocket.
"She hung up," said Fuji factually. But his smile remained as soft as always.
"Ahh," said Tezuka shortly.
Wearing a big smile, Fuji reached for Tezuka's hand on top of the table. He traced it with delicate fingertips and he beamed even widely as Tezuka's hand curled in his. "She must have difficulty letting you go," he said warmly. Grinning jovially, he squeezed his boyfriend's hand. "I myself never learned."
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Letting out a laugh that much resembled wind chimes, Fuji leaned his head against Tezuka's shoulder and said, "Ne, Kunimitsu… look at this." he pointed at a picture of Tezuka. "You look handsome here. You're so handsome here as well… and, here, you just look so… magnificent."
"Stop that," said Tezuka whose face numbed a little.
Smiling, Fuji ran a caressing hand up Tezuka's blushing face. "Mn… no, I won't," he said gently, kissing Tezuka's bottom lip. "I haven't been able to tell you how handsome you are in the last six years."
Tezuka's amber eyes glistened. He brushed a thumb around the edges of Fuji's lips. True, he thought as he inhaled Fuji's scent. He took Fuji's hand and brushed his lips against it. "You're very beautiful, do you know?"
Fuji chuckled. "I do now," he said cheerily. He smiled lightheartedly as he felt Tezuka's arms wrap around his waist. Gulping down some air, Fuji realized that he missed Tezuka so much that he shivered at a mere touch. He turned to his side so that he was now facing Tezuka. He kissed the hollow of Tezuka's throat, gently, softly. Then, he buried his head against the other man's neck and shut his eyes. Truly, he missed his Tezuka. Even if they had been holding each other the entire time last night, the craving in his body and soul couldn't be easily assuaged. His heart burned; he knew there was something more he desired.
Understanding the small gesture, Tezuka pulled Fuji closer to his body. Then, his cheeks went numb as he felt a stirring down in his gut. He knew that very soon just holding wouldn't suffice. But whatever his body wanted could wait. He wouldn't demand things from Fuji. He still had plenty to prove to redeem himself from the mistakes. He felt his lower abdomen tighten as Fuji shifted further. In one agonizing moment, Tezuka shut his eyes and inhaled deeply. Yearning for Fuji from afar had been so tormenting but the feeling of having Fuji so close was driving him crazy.
Thankfully, the doorbell rang.
Hesitantly, Fuji lifted his head away from the filling scent of Tezuka's neck. "Could it be them?"
Heaving a sigh of relief, Tezuka eyed the door. The doorbell rang again. "I don't think so."
"An impatient visitor," Fuji noted with amusement as he straightened himself up on the couch.
"I'll get it," said Tezuka cursorily. He rose from the loveseat and crossed to the door. A stone-cold expression came to his face. "Honda," he said icily, looking down at the woman before him.
Raising her thin, penciled brows, Honda said, "Let's go, Kunimitsu." She took Tezuka's arm and tugged.
"Kunimitsu…" called an ever-smiling Fuji. He was staring at the doorway, but his gaze pierced right through Honda, as if the woman wasn't there. "Dear," he said, stressing the word with a singsong voice. "A bad wind is coming. Let me close the door, ne? You might catch cold." He took Tezuka's arm, the one that Honda was holding and pushed the door.
But the door sprang back and a fuming Honda glared at the tensai. "Kunimitsu, you shouldn't be with him."
Still smiling cheerfully, Fuji seemed very much unaware of the woman's presence. He eased an arm around Tezuka's back. "The wind is really getting hostile now. I wonder why? Maybe we should go upstairs and get warm." This time, he didn't bother closing the door. He steered Tezuka away.
Honda, however, was too quick and had gotten Tezuka from Fuji.
"Honda," said Tezuka in a warning tone. "Unhand me."
Nostrils flaring in anger, Honda huffed. "You can't be serious can you? What did this person make you eat that you can't leave him? After all, he's just a foul, loathsome little faggot."
Tezuka shot his head up, his amber eyes had gleamed dangerously. But his voice turned out as smooth as ever. "He is not a faggot any more than you are a –"
Slap.
Tezuka stared at the heavy sound of skin hitting against skin. "Syusuke," he called, his voice was raised by a tiny fraction in his surprise.
The blue-eyed man was looking at the floor. His eyes were fully revealed as he rubbed a hand against his cheeks were red finger marks were branded on after he deflected the blow meant for Tezuka. Smiling brightly yet ominously, Fuji turned to Honda as if just realizing that the woman was, indeed, in the vicinity. "I would ask you to come in, but it's gotten quite cold in here. What can I do to help you?"
Squinting her eyes, as if she had never seen anyone quite like Fuji before, Honda said, "You know who I want."
"Syusuke," called Tezuka, touching Fuji's shoulder gently. "I'll talk to her." But his words fell on deaf ears. Fuji just stood there before Honda. Tezuka could sense a rare red and flaming wrath emanating from his koibito. Even he would be a fool to come up against Fuji at the moment.
"I don't quite understand," said Fuji, his smile was as toxic as a snake's venom.
Honda let out a high-pitched and incredulous laugh. "You're stealing Kunimitsu… my Kunimitsu. You can't have him."
"I never stole anything…" said Fuji thoughtfully. "But I remember someone who would do anything, just anything to have my Kunimitsu." He eyed Honda with round, misty eyes. "Do you know her by any chance?"
Honda's eyes dilated. "You handed him to me freely; I never stole anything or anyone." She smiled back mischievously. "Don't you remember the times when he would look at me and smile for me and not for you? He loved me and I believe he still does. You just can't accept the fact that he's gone and now you're using outrageous ways to seduce him."
"Hon – "
"Could you say you love him?" asked Fuji, blatantly disregarding the accusation in Honda's words.
"Of course, I do," said Honda directly.
Fuji let out a chuckle of amusement. "And yet you dared hurt him. I would never do that to my Kunimitsu." He rubbed a hand against his chin. "I thought you could make him happy, but, apparently, I was very, very wrong."
"Kunimitsu," said Honda, ignoring Fuji completely, "come with me."
"Iie. Honda – "
"You're really being seduced…" said Honda, eyeing Tezuka warily. "Is he using love potions from his sister? Yes, he might be… But, Kunimitsu, this wouldn't be good… if you just come with me, I won't have to resort to –"
"Honda," said Tezuka, knitting his brows. "I love him, you know that. I told you many times – "
"You heard him. You should stop seeing him again," said Fuji pointedly.
Honda rolled her eyes. "Make me." She turned to Tezuka. "I'll come back and get you."
Fuji only snickered at that and watched as a disgruntled Honda stormed out of his house. "A bothersome woman," said Fuji, chuckling to himself as Honda disappeared. Then, his eyes darkened as he pulled a deep breath and shut his eyes.
"Syusuke, is she right?" asked Tezuka, his voice was cool and deep. "Did you ask for your sister's help to take me back?"
With dilated cerulean eyes, Fuji gaped at his boyfriend. "Kunimitsu, I – " he stopped quickly, disarmed. Tezuka was smiling brightly at him. Then, he regained his usual smile. "That wasn't a very funny joke, my love."
Gripping and kissing Fuji's shoulders, Tezuka murmured, "I came back out of my own volition, you know that. Always believe that."
Smiling genially, Fuji nodded. "Ahh," he said, leaning back so that their cheeks touched. "How much trouble could she do?" he asked.
"A lot," said Tezuka truthfully.
Biting his lower lip, Fuji said, "She wants you back desperately." He shut his eyes, feeling Tezuka's breath against his skin. "But I want you even more."
Hugging Fuji, Tezuka smiled. "I know."
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Was there ever a time when you fell in love with a person, but had to let go? When you thought you moved on, Lady Fate toys with you and makes you meet with that one person again. Other people, other loves may have come and gone through your life and yet you never forget the way that your heart used to leap or how your body used to tremble at the presence of that one person. Then, you realize that your love for him had always been there. That person is your constant. Simply put: he is your soul-mate, your one true love.
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a/n: That was short, I know… but i'll make up since the lemony goodness is next! mou, I don't think I'll be able to update soon… Although I shall try to be back before Saturday… I mean, well, it's really, really long (double the length of a normal chappie, I think) and I think I'll have to stop occasionally while typing just so I won't bleed all over the place. -.-" After all, it's my first time writing a lemon.
Since I'll be gone for long… how about another teaser? Uh, why do my teasers have to be the 'Fuji paragraphs'? guess I wouldn't want to spoil you with the heavenly Tezuka paragraphs, hehe… yeah, the 'Tezuka paragraphs' are truly heavenly. –giggles- here you go…
Throwing his head back, Fuji let out a laugh that tickled Tezuka's ears. He planted a kiss on Tezuka's nose and another on Tezuka's supple lips. "That's good," he whispered, watching the blazing brown eyes of his lover. "I never thought I could ever match your magnificence." He sniffed in the citrus scent, and muttered, "I always thought you were amazing." He grazed his lips against Tezuka's neck, sucking at the skin until he left a mark. He couldn't have meant his words more. Everything about Tezuka – the powerful physique, the daunting aura – was superior to everyone, from Fuji even. But Fuji didn't mind being just a tidbit lower than Tezuka. In fact, he enjoyed his stature. That way, he could watch the strength of Tezuka's muscles and listen to Tezuka's heartbeat. That way, he could forever adore and idolize. The imminence that Tezuka exuded gripped him, sending sparks right beneath his skin.
Japanese word
Koibito – sweetheart, lover… aww, Fuji's koibito is Tezuka!!! Hurrah! Hurrah!