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 lots 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 rather late update… was being held up by school… -.-" And I lost my mind trying to fill this chappie in with the details. Gadz!!! . And I lost my neurons due to bio… grr. Since I'm pissed off right now, I don't know how this chappie will turn out.
Atobe's Reunion… there are only three yaoi pairings for this chapter. Sorry… well, I couldn't write about everyone… besides, I can't be sure that you agree with the pairings that I like… These three yaoi pairings are classics and I'm sure you'd like it… maa, of course, one of the three is TeFu. :3
I feel guilty for spreading so much hatred for a certain Seigaku regular and a certain PoT BL pairing that I think I should spread tezufuji love instead. But I still hate certain Seigaku regular and certain BL pairing. Because of the annoying… I feel like writing a manifesto-ish fic. yeah… that's my next project, actually.
OMG, are they going to break up again? That is, of course, for you to find out… -evil chuckle-
And enjoy the fluff while it lasts…
One year in Four Calendar : February 21, 2008
ginta – gomen. . schoolwork was taking up my time. Ur… I'm not so sure if that really is what cute means… . well, you can say that this pairing is just PERFECT, though. :3 thanks for reading!
darknesswithinthebush – I just got into school this june… so I get out on October. -.-" maa… of course buchou was sweet, there's just no other way to go about it. But I don't know much about public humiliation to Honda…
Sweet Obsidian Rain – yeps, cute Fuji… childish Fuji is sooo adorable, ne? I'm glad you love the twisted plot. so please keep on reading. :3
sheyryoma – I'm glad that you're relieved of your stress… I can't tell you if they are going to break up again, though… this pairing is like chocolate, it's yummy however sweet it is (dark, bittersweet, milkchoco sweet) and it's just soooo addictive.
okinneko – so that we won't lose count down to Fuji's birthday, before the reviews, there's a date for each chapter… I want to see them together forever myself… and silver shop… I might be thinking what you're thinking, teehee.
Animestar73 – you shouldn't hurt yourself too much… nya, I'm glad that you've read my trilogy and super flattered that you like it:3 hope you'd read more of my fics…
alchemistgrl09 – thanks. Here's the update, then. I am really happy that you find this fic amazing, after all it's my first venture in yaoi, so there… Tezuka is bound to become sweeter soon.
Potter's Wifey – nya, thank you. And I absolutely love you for that. –hugs-
summerdie – fine, then I won't tell you that Fuji is going to give up Tezuka, fine…
xoHakugei – that's what's fun about tefu… they could be overanalyzing sometimes and I really enjoyed writing about the fangirls… hehe.
Kals – don't call Fuji stupid… Tezuka will get angry, hehe. Anyway, I'm sure that Fuji knows that Tezuka is capable of his own decisions and I'm sure you'll agree with the things I'm going to make them do, hehe. I'm really sure. Thank you, too, for reading this fic.
SAPPHASH – nya, here's the next chap that had to go through a lot of editing…
maldita08 – maa… I do have that tendency to surprise you with my plots, don't I? so just read to know what'd happen to Tezuka and Fuji, hehe. Nah, I don't think Yuuta would have allowed something purple.. and it was in a tiny, flat envelope… I can't tell you what it is, though… here's the reunion… I did try to put in the most-loved people here, but it's really tefucentric and it's not a masquerade. I think I've reserved that kind of party for other fics/plots…
PyroSiren – yeah, like my friend who doesn't read fanfics anymore because she was so scarred by the OOCness… hehe, I always like it when Eiji's being cute and all. Wuv you, too. ;3
hitsugayasugar – I'm so glad you have an account now… could you swear that you wouldn't write FujiRyo or you'd never let me know if you wrote FujiRyo? Because if you did write fujiryo, I might sulk and sulk and sulk. BURNINGGG LOVEEE!!! Oh, yeah! ;3
Thin-K – fluff! –cheers- and there was no kiss, no holding hands… isn't it a wonder that we can have fluff even without physical contact:3 and I like the angst… it never fails on tefu.
Miji-Chuu – maa… yeah, Tezuka and purple. I lurve it and so does Fuji… me want to take Japanese, too… but I'm praying that I can go to Japan and study for PostGrad… that would be wonderful.
Shia Nosake – now you realize that… hehe… would I break them up? Of course, that's for you to find out! ;3 I didn't mean to make you sad… I was angling for 'worried', but yes tezufuji is an angsty pair, probably because they rarely ever talk to anyone and they keep to themselves…
wirbelwind – yes, they do have a hard time what with Tezuka being a tennis superstar but I hope they can manage… hehe. Not entirely in purple. I cringe to that…
cassie – really so not fair!!! Not everyone gets everything, even if they deserved it… but I'm sure these two will find a way without making anything regretful or painful. Oh, of course only Fuji could mess Tezuka like that, hehe… nya, I heart Eiji as well (but he is more hearted by Oishi.) not fair… we died on the second week of class. Really unfair.
Thelchtereia – you might get tired of hearing this from me but TeFu IS love… mah, so hot. I don't know why. Here's the update, ne? enjoy! ;3
Ketchup for Blood – I just had to start writing about angst again and I'm glad you like it… well, Tezuka is sweet and Fuji can be silly sometimes – and I find myself liking a silly Fuji. I don't know, but he's kinda reassuring that way. At least that's when you know that he's on his normal mode.
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Love scenes, if genuine, are indescribable, for to those who have enacted them, the most elaborate descriptions seem tame and to those who have not, the simplest seems overdone. So romancers have better let imagination paint for them that which is above all art and leave their lovers to themselves during the happiest minutes of their lives. – An Old-Fashioned Girl , Louisa May Alcott
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Chapter Twelve
Knocking hesitantly on the door of Fuji's walk-in closet, Tezuka went, "Syusuke?" When no answer came, Tezuka wrinkled his brows and tried the door again. "Syusuke," he called. He released a sigh of relief as he heard the door click.
"I'm done," declared Fuji, stepping out of the wardrobe. He eased a hand around Tezuka's back, steering the latter. "Let's go."
The calm countenance of the taller man wasn't broken yet the piercing brown gaze was more intense than usual and he hadn't budged from his position despite Fuji's beckoning.
"Why?" asked Fuji, placidly smiling. "Everyone's waiting."
Tezuka attempted to clear his throat but was only able to let out a grunt as Fuji stepped closer. As much as he tried to tear his eyes away from the Fuji, the effort was in vain. Almost unconsciously, his gaze fell on the slender body that was hugged by a zipped up midnight blue turtleneck. His eyes dashed to the beige top coat and straight-cut slacks and a sigh escaped him. He brought back his attention to Fuji's face, only to see a knowing smile playing across the thin red lips.
"Like what you see?" asked Fuji.
Tezuka cleared his throat again, successfully this time. "Let's go," he said, starting to cross the room.
"You look dashing tonight, Kunimitsu," said Fuji in a soft humming voice as he trailed behind Tezuka. His eyes scanned Tezuka's posture with much approval. He walked up front, causing Tezuka to halt in mid step. His dainty fingers fixed the unbuttoned collar of Tezuka's thistle shirt and smoothed the long black overcoat. "Truly dashing."
Shooting what he hoped was a deadly glare, Tezuka tried to ignore the nimble hands that was touching his clothes. Warm blood crept to his cheeks as Fuji's smile broadened. Pulling a deep breath, Tezuka calmed himself. "You look handsome yourself," he said curtly.
Fuji blinked and raised a brow. "Sorry… I didn't catch that."
Staring sharply at the smaller man, Tezuka said, "You look handsome," rather quickly and added a hasty "Let's go." He reached for the doorknob, his expression turning rueful as soft fingers covered his.
"I'm really sorry, Kunimitsu," said Fuji, frowning thoughtfully. "I didn't hear what you said."
Pursing his lips, Tezuka sighed. In a more sincere and ringing tone, he said, "You are handsome tonight."
Highly appeased, Fuji chuckled. "We can stay in this room if you want," he said with a slow, cunning grin.
Wearing a vacant expression, Tezuka pulled the door ajar. "No."
"Saa… it was just a thought," said Fuji, injecting mock-disappointment in his tone. Seeing Tezuka's scowl, he laughed and led the way out of the room. "But you do look dashing," said Fuji truthfully as they descended the stairs.
"Hn."
"You do believe me, don't you? Well, if you don't then – "
Tezuka's eyes went wide and round as Fuji's lips brushed swiftly against his. The moment Fuji pulled off, he stared.
"For good luck," said Fuji, the cajoling tone left his words completely and was replaced by a reassuring smile. "I know for one that most people are going to bother you today for not bringing a date."
"You are my date," said Tezuka pointedly, his gaze was fixed at the blue-eyed man.
"Does everyone need to know that?" asked Fuji lightheartedly.
"Nya, Fujiko!" Eiji popped his head through the main door and waved bouncily, as though not minding whether or not his white coat and pants were going to get crumpled. "Hayaku! Hayaku!"
Fuji smiled, walking ahead of Tezuka. "Yes… we're coming."
The taxi pulled up at the driveway of Atobe's mansion. Fuji smiled amusedly as Eiji dragged a fussy-looking Oishi out of the cab. He, on the other hand, waited a bit longer for Tezuka to slip out of the vehicle before following, thus securing a comfortable and unsuspicious distance between Tezuka and himself. He just wanted to enjoy this night, without having to feed the rumors that Honda had so kindly spread all over Japan. He walked silently, smiling of course, as they entered the main hall.
"Tezuka," came Atobe's greeting as he strolled airily toward his guests, his slate gray coat swishing with every step. "Ore-sama asked you to bring a date and yet you did not." His lips curled up in a taunting smile. "Perhaps, you've lost your charm in women."
Tezuka merely eyed Atobe with disinterest.
The former buchou of Hyotei smirked. "Well," Atobe said, gesturing a lady garbed in a simply yet elegantly cut black dress beside him. "Kuryounagi Tsukino, an old acquaintance."
Kuryounagi bowed at Tezuka and smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Tezuka-san. Everyone speaks highly of you. It is a pity, though, that you couldn't bring Honda-san with you."
Although Fuji was fairly certain that Kuryounagi meant no offense, his smile faltered a little at the mention of the name. Thankfully, Tezuka was the only one who could make out the change in Fuji's face.
Another smirk came from Atobe. "Is it true, then, that you and Honda are thru?"
"Ahh," was the quick, unaffected response from Tezuka. At the corner of his eyes, he saw Fuji's smile soften a little.
Covering her lips with a hand, Kuryounagi's eyes dilated. "But it isn't true, is it, that you – ?"
"Atobe," said Fuji pensively, thus earning himself a measuring glance from Kuryounagi. His voice was cheerful and droning as he let his warm blue eyes fall at the magnolia curtains and cloth all over the hall. "You've made quite an arresting scene out of this venue. Magnolia always works well with silver." He smiled genially at Atobe and sighed. "I would love to take a picture of your hall if only I brought my camera." He turned to Kuryounagi and smiled politely. "Forgive me. I'm Fuji Syusuke."
"Yes, I've heard of you… I've seen your magazine works, too," said Kuryounagi, still studying Fuji's face intently.
"Ore-sama does things perfectly of course," said Atobe proudly. "But I thought you never part with your camera. I thought that photography amounts to you as much as tennis does to Tezuka."
Smiling amicably, Fuji rubbed his chin. "But," he said cheerily, "there are some things more important to me than photography."
Atobe arched his thin brows. "Which are?"
"Atobe," called a robust, toneless voice. Oshitari nodded his head to the two former Seigaku regulars and turned back to Atobe. "Some of members of the media have arrived…"
At that, Atobe excused himself, his question hanging in the air.
Fuji smiled placidly as he and Tezuka moved across the hall. He watched as most of the men in the room went about, exchanging compliments. Amane was being hit in the head after, possibly, cracking another pun at the Rokkaku table. And, surprisingly, Fuji wasn't annoyed as Mizuki had called, still at the annoying habit of twirling his hair with his fingers.
"Lucky!" said Sengoku, grinning as he shook hands with Momoshiro and Echizen who hovered about the Yamabuki table.
"Ne, ne, Jiroh," said Marui, shaking a sleeping Jiroh, "Do you know where Atobe is? I wonder if I can have my dessert served first…"
"Tezuka," called a woman, striding toward Tezuka and Fuji. "May I have a word with you?"
Fuji squinted at the woman, who had a camera strap slung around her neck. "Shiba-san," he said pleasantly upon noting the familiarity.
"Fuji," said the female journalist delightedly. "I'm glad you still remember me."
"Perhaps, Shiba-san is here to write an article on Tezuka's intriguing personal affairs?" asked Fuji, chuckling lightly. "It seems to be the talk everywhere nowadays."
"Fuji," was the curt reproof from Tezuka.
Shiba-san inclined her head questioningly at the two men. "I don't quite believe the rumors myself especially after I've heard that Tezuka is staying at," she eyed Fuji heavily, "your house." She offered a friendly smile. "Although I am intrigued myself, I only am allowed to write about tennis."
"Saa…" said Fuji, a grin playing on his lips. "That's too bad, then. I do want to know whether Tezuka did break up with Honda-san because of his stay in my house." The words had come out to be of sheer amusement, if not of disbelief toward the circulating rumors.
Sharing Fuji's amusement, Shiba-san turned to Tezuka. "Can you grant me with an interview, then?"
"Hn," was the quick reply.
Holding back a laugh, Fuji smiled jovially at the sight of Tezuka being stowedby the exuberant journalist toward a mini-lounge at one corner of the hall . He didn't think he needed to get within earshot of the interview to ensure that Shiba-san wouldn't pry on Tezuka's far too personal life. He trusted the reporter because she had been with Seigaku team for so long. Besides, even if there was a Freudian slip about him and Tezuka, he knew that Shiba-san wouldn't disclose information as critical as such.
"I saw you in Wimbledon."
Wearing a brooding smile, Fuji lifted his head and beamed. "Yukimura," he said cordially.
The tall, blue haired man repeated, "I saw you in Wimbledon," his eyes were accented by the alice blue of his coat, and his smile added softness to his already feminine features. "You were taking photographs," he said in a hushed voice. "You seemed intent then, that I didn't disturb you." His smile broadened. "You were much occupied with Tezuka's game, I believe."
The smile on Fuji's lips didn't disappear. But he didn't say a word.
"It is difficult, isn't it, to be with the person you love, yet you couldn't show it to anyone?" said Yukimura in silent contemplation.
Fuji slanted his head. He studied Yukimura's countenance. Then, his azure eyes fleeted open as he marked the way Yukimura's eyes followed a distinct figure across the hall, one that was moving up to them. "Sanada," said Fuji, adding emphasis to the name, which Yukimura couldn't have missed.
Sanada nodded. "It's been long," was the cool response.
"Ahh," agreed Fuji, mentally noting how Sanada had come forth and occupied the space between him and Yukimura. Sanada's distance from the former Rikkai buchou was closer compared to the way the old friends and teammates stood by each other all over the hall. But the distance was wide compared to the unabashed closeness of Eiji and Oishi. However, there was definitely a protective air about Sanada as he stood right next to Yukimura. The blue-haired man beamed amiably with Sanada beside him. Fuji understood this space very well. It was a tranquil sort of distance, soothing, warm and not too confining.
Pulling a deep breath, Fuji smiled at Yukimura. "It is difficult," he said, eyes straying to the corner where Tezuka and Shiba-san were discussing. "But it's all worth the while, isn't it?"
There was not much Yukimura could say. But the glint in his eyes as he threw a quick glance at Sanada was more than enough for an answer.
Leaving the two, Fuji moved out to join his old teammates at the Seigaku table.
"This is the only team I know of which doesn't have a single woman on the table. I wonder why?"
Chuckling lightly, Fuji waved a hand, beckoning his silver-haired friend to sit on one empty chair. "Saeki, we love our peace too much. How about you, have you brought a date?"
Saeki nodded in assent. "Well, yes. Sonomi is, at the moment, enjoying Amane's jokes." Saeki sounded as though he couldn't believe what he was saying. But almost at once, his tone became serious. "Everyone wonders why Tezuka didn't bring Honda-san with him. Perhaps, you know why?"
With mouth pressed in a tight smile, Fuji fixed his attention at Tezuka, who was rising from the couch and shaking hands with Shiba-san.
"We all wonder if Tezuka is, in fact, in love with a man," went Saeki in a smooth, pondering voice.
"Does it matter if he is?" asked Fuji cautiously. He smiled widely as his blue eyes met the hazel brown ones. Tezuka had begun to take slow, dignified steps toward the table and Fuji could see a hint of a smile adorning Tezuka's lips.
"Apparently," came Saeki's lighthearted response, "it matters a lot to you."
Fuji withheld a chuckle as he saw a frown form on Tezuka's clear forehead. He had just been three paces away from the lounge and he had already managed to attract the attention of the women in the vicinity. Those who did not shyly shrink away from the imposing man had come up to Tezuka, wearing coy smiles.
A smirk escaped Saeki. "Of course the women are still in denial. 'How could Tezuka be in love with a man if he has and could have the most beautiful woman in Japan?' Sonomi asked me once."
Raising a brow, Fuji shrugged. He wasn't a woman. But Tezuka once said that he was a very beautiful man… That, to Fuji, was reason enough.
"This is a clear disrespect for Atobe's request," muttered darkly grumbling Ibu, who had come up to the table accompanied by Kamio and Tachibana. "If I were Atobe, I would have refused entry for the blatant ignorance of the rules. Just because you were champions of the Kantou Regional Tournament doesn't mean that you can go about – "
"Tachibana," said Fuji, trying to cut through Ibu's grumbling.
Tachibana smiled in greeting. "I wanted to congratulate Tezuka for winning again this year."
"Momoshiro," said Kamio, "I've heard that you already have a tennis club. I suppose you can buy your own bike now, can't you?"
Fuji's eyes flickered to Tezuka and his smile quirked. One of the women had, it seemed, gone too far in her advances. Her palm was ever so gently placed on Tezuka's arm. A glower was starting to build in Tezuka's stoic mask. Partly amused and partly annoyed, Fuji offered, "I'll call him." He had gotten to his feet even before Tachibana could reply.
"Ne, Tezuka," called Fuji in a delighted tone as he joined Tezuka among the small crowd of women. "Some of our old friends wanted to talk to you."
Tezuka blinked and nodded almost in relief. The women, on the other hand, eyed Fuji cap-a-pie, either affronted with the interruption or in doubt of Fuji's gender.
"Well?" said Fuji, smiling patiently.
As politely as he could, Tezuka excused himself from the group and headed away with Fuji. "Tachibana," said Tezuka, shaking hands with the blond man.
Settling on a chair, Fuji's heart beamed with pride as he watched the short distance between the two former captains. Tezuka had, amidst the air of sophistication, still managed to glow and outshine everyone else. Fuji knew that Tezuka did not do that deliberately. It just went with the way Tezuka carried himself, with the restrained elegance and innocent pride. Tezuka stood out in the crowd by being himself, by being the perfect Tezuka Kunimitsu.
The seven courses of dinner having been served, the noise died quickly as Atobe had taken the opportunity to make a speech. As always, Fuji had been entertained by Atobe's speech. The flamboyant former buchou of Hyotei of course proposed a toast in account of the most prominent figures who gave pride to the country with exemplary tennis. He also acknowledged those who made success outside the field of the sport. But, most of all, he thanked himself for the night's success.
Concomitantly, Atobe led the dance, which started with a long, slow ballad that sent most couples to the center of the hall. On the other hand, none of the former Seigaku regulars moved. Throwing a side glance at Tezuka, Fuji smiled slightly. What would it be like to dance with Tezuka right then and there? But his eyes strayed to the media men around, who were frantically clicking away on their cameras and he realized that none of his wishes could ever be worth Tezuka's exposure to scandal and intrigue. He wouldn't allow anything to cause a crack on the dream that Tezuka had built.
"Syusuke," called a low, ringing baritone.
"Hm?" asked Fuji, taking his eyes away from the dancing couples.
Tezuka's blank mask softened as he said, "Let's go out." Without waiting for the answer, he rose from his seat and walked out of the hall.
Wearing a genteel smile, Fuji walked as soon as Tezuka was out of sight. "Hm," he said, sniffing the fresh air as he came upon Tezuka, who was standing at the balcony. His gaze scanned around him, falling on the trees and on the rows of flowers that lined the garden. "Atobe really does have a beautiful place."
Not giving a reply, Tezuka set a foot forward and ambled down the cobblestone path.
Taking long strides, Fuji trailed behind Tezuka and stopped momentarily as Tezuka headed straight to a dome-shaped garden pavilion that overlooked the dance hall. With gleaming blue eyes, Fuji settled himself near the railings and watched as couples inside danced along with a mellow, streaming music. He positively beamed at the sight when Eiji dragged Oishi to the ballroom and nudged the other to dance. The two were now holding each other tightly, swaying with the wonderful music and enjoying each other's warmth.
Seeing the deep thought in the revealed blue orbs, Tezuka placed an arm around Fuji's waist. In a deep, husky voice, he murmured, "Let's dance."
Fuji knitted his brows. "Iie. Anyone could – " he stopped as Tezuka already him enclosed in a gentle embrace.
"Let's dance," was the command from Tezuka.
Letting out a soft laugh, Fuji smiled and wrapped his arms around Tezuka. He shut his eyes as he buried his face in the nook of Tezuka's shoulder.
Fuji knew for one that Sanada and Yukimura weren't in the dance hall either. Perhaps, those two were spending the night together, away from the prying and judging eyes of the people, just like what he and Tezuka were doing.
Yukimura had said that being with the person you loved without being able to show the world was difficult. Fuji agreed. But Fuji knew something as easy, as essential and as involuntary as breathing – that was falling in love with Tezuka.
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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: so the three BL pairings : TeFu (duh!), Golden Pair, YukiSanada – that's about all the yaoi that I can write. But don't ask me to write something that's exclusively GP or exclusively YukiSanada… you know me… TeFu will always find a way to crawl in. whatever happens… TeFu is my default mode. Let me just squeal… AIBA AND SHIROTA FOREVER!!!!
You'll get heart attacks on the next chappie, I swear. Yeah, and I think you should prepare your knives and pistols.
The colors I used: thistle (Tezuka), slate gray (Atobe), alice blue (Yukimura) are viewable in Wikipedia's List of Colors
Hayaku - quick
Maa… anyway, here're the people who wrote up for the glasses challenge so far…
Thin-K
Ketchup for Blood
Both are entitled Glasses. I really am loved, aren't I? Btw, I just read a doujin at lamplighter . zukafuji . org and it's an anthology (Endless King) one of the stories was about Fuji trying on Tezuka's glasses. The entire collection is just plain wonderful… lurve it:3
Aside from the fact that I can't write fics at the moment, the reason for me posting challenges is to encourage people to read and write more tefu fanfics… we need to keep on going. I firmly believe that TeFu has the best spanking fics in the entire PoT fandom and we have LOTS of fics. So that means that TeFu has the best spanking authors in the fandom. –biased opinion, don't kill me other pairing fans… I also agree that GP and YukiSanada have the next best-
Here's another challenge/idea: remember the time in ep176 (Climax) where Tezuka and Fuji were at the rooftop? It was pointed out in Aishuu's tezufuji manifesto that Tezuka told Fuji about his decision to go to Germany before he told the rest of the team. I wonder who called for a nice long chat, was it buchou or was it tensai? (now I think it was buchou…) All I know is that Fuji was really sad there. And please don't forget the lines:
"When you return, you'll be the perfect Tezuka Kunimitsu."
"When I return, I'll be able to play with whomever."
"With whomever?"
"Yes, with whomever."
"Ahh. Souka."
And don't forget the tennis ball that Fuji was holding. Piece of cake? Well, here's the catch. Make it Tezuka-centric (better if written in third person limited POV) and elegantly angsty, while still keeping buchou in-character (well, I do believe that a Tezuka thinking crazy things when in love with Fuji isn't OOC)… hehe.
There, I do hope that it wasn't too demanding. And I promise that I'll have my own versions for all my challenges come October (so you can give me challenges, too, before October). I just can't do it now since I think I died a week ago and I'm now just a fluttering soul.
Me want TeFu doujins… help, anyone?????????????? Well, nyers. Ja ne… and don't forget your deadly weapons.
edited (july 8, 2007) to sooth myself.