Two Tezukas?!
Disclaimer: Same as in the prologue
Rating: T
Pairings: TezuRyo, OishiKiku, OCxOC, and more to come.
Note: Thanks guys for all your review! I always thought that I would get 5 reviews at most. It makes me so happy cries.
A reviewer complained about my summary. Ok, since it's understandable. I'm not very goods at summaries anyway. Also, I just need to clarify that Tezuka doesn't have a twin. You just have to continue reading for you to know why I named the fic that way. Also, I kind of mixed up Kanto and Tokyo. I was thinking that Seigaku is from the Kanto prefecture, but I was wrongshrugs. Sorry. Anyway, I'll start dropping some hints on what kind of person some of my OCs are like now. They may start to appear in the next chapter.
"Talk"
'Thought'
"English"
Chapter 1: Ochibi's Secret and Tezuka's Terror
The September morning in Tokyo can still be quite hot and humid even when the leaves start to dry readying themselves for the cool season of autumn. From the light chirping on the other side of the window, Tezuka woke up from his light slumber to find himself in a lightly furnished room that is unfamiliar to him. Trying to compose himself from the lapse of his memory, he came back to his bearings only to find himself being a make up cushion of a familiar blurry figure (He just woke up so he doesn't have any glasses yet). As a flash of recognition came to his eyes, he remembers the incident that happened yesterday.
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The stranger took off his shades putting it inside his yukata laced his fingers at the back of his head. "Echizen Nanjiroh. Yoroshiku!"
'Echizen Nanjiroh ka?' the teen thought as the man gave him a wide smirk. Personality wise, the man couldn't be his former kouhai's father at all. While the man is displays aura of immatureness, the youngest in the Echizen family always exudes confidence. The only thing similar about this father and son is their superb ability on playing tennis (Though he had only heard of this man's skill from Ryuzaki sensei). Tezuka sighed. It's not his problem that a coconut tree bear fruit to a red apple(1)
One of the lawyers' a thin gangly looking man who has more gold teeth than real ones sneered at the poor looking man all the while folding his hands. "Really k'so bouzo, if you think you could just beg your way-Urgh!" the pompous man froze as he sees past the old geezer to a glaring little brat with a white cap on. He shivered down his spine as he stared upon golden eyes that promises pain if anyone dares to interrupt again.
"Ya see? I don't think you bastards would object as long as your company doesn't go in ruins, ne?" the young teen finally spoke as he pulls some folders from the tennis bag that hangs from his shoulder, and giving it to the nearest lawyer.
The trembling man who was the person who ridiculed the other man before who was also the nearest of the pair, opened the folder. Drawing out a gasp and had paled at what he read, he pushed the files to his nearest companion which drew a defeated look on his old face.
As the papers came round the large rectangular table, and silenced the bickering crowd, it landed on Tezuka's part of the table. As he read the paper that had silenced the whole room, he was stunned by its contents. There, inside the compilation is a complete document of his adoption (2) by the Echizen family; for the first time in his sixteen years of living on earth, he fainted.
After the initial shock, it was all like a blur. When he came to, he was faced by a very disturbed thirteen year old slapping his face (Just for the fact that he can XP) while the men in suits were all shouting his name all over again all the while, the ex-pro tennis player was fairly amused at his predicament, but then, at the shout of eighty laps around the building, the man would forever be cautious of his newly adopted son's temper. The man has very demonic eyes when he's mad.
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Tezuka snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of soft purring on his chest. He really has to return to his parents' house soon for a change of clothes soon. When he was sent off to his father's company building, he did not expect to be adopted that easily, so he only took his tennis bag and a spare of clothes with him. He had planned to ask the Echizens to drop him off his old home for a bit, but seeing the elder out of breath and the younger one sleeping on the passenger seat(though he did not run-being immune to the teen's stare and saying he slapped him for his own good), he remained silent.
He sighed as he unconsciously rubbed one of his sore cheeks, and at the same time takes hold of his glasses which he had left on the night stand. Before he could delve deeper in his new situation, his door slammed open showing a very distressed Echizen Ryoma.
Ryoma, on the other hand, almost cried at the sight of his beloved sleeping with another (guess which one kukuku). Glaring at his cat, he left the room muttering "baka" and almost walked through his cousin who was to call his adopted cousin over for breakfast.
"Ryoma-san, what's wrong?" She received a fierce glare that might have been effective if not for the cute pout that came with it.
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At breakfast, there was a tense silence in the Echizen household. The reason: Echizen Ryoma woke up early in the morning in his own volition-- on a Sunday so less! Tezuka, being an outsider of the household, thought that he was the reason for this tense atmosphere, but finally, the man of the house spoke. "Seishonen, did Karupin left your bed early?"
A fierce glare was directed to the speaker, as Rinko giggled, which left the other two teens confused. "Oba-san," Nanako started. "What's so funny?"
"Hm- you didn't know, Nanako-chan?" At the girl's slight shake of head, Nanjiroh grinned and Ryoma glared at his father. If looks could kill, the man would have been in hell by now, but luckily (or unluckily); the man wasn't looking at him, but instead to the new addition in his family. "Well you see," the man giggled in a very girly tone making Kunimitsu cringe internally. He pities his kohai.
"Oyaji, shut up!" the boy fumed, but the man just gave a full blown laugh.
"Na, seishonen, I was just going to tell them how you can't sleep by yourself. You and Yukie (3) were so cute sleeping together. He was so worried about your sleeping habit that he gave you Karupin when he left." Looking more critically at his adopted son's features, he squinted his eyes while Tezuka just wish to have a tennis racket nearby. "Now that I think about it, you kinda-- O, to. Oi, seishonen, you might break your oyaji's neck with that ball. Rea-Mnph!" The second tennis ball didn't miss his large mouth.
Rinko smiled at the pink tint on her son's face as he looks at the other's boy reaction to the statement. The teen in question, she realized, let slip a faint twitch of his lips.
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When the bickering of the father and son finished, morning became a quiet affair. Borrowing one of Nanjiroh's old blue shirt and black dress pants, he had asked Nanjiroh to drive him to his old house so he may start packing his things.
"I had never thanked your family for volunteering to adopt me. Dakara, arigato, Echizen-san (4)"
"Iie," the man scratched the back of his head. "Call me your 'Oji-chan'. After all, you would be staying with us for awhile, and it might be confusing to call all of us 'Echizen-san'."
"Hai, oji-san."
As the former pro takes out boxes from his car, Kunimitsu asked if he could help; only to be given a crazed look from the man. When an open box accidentally dropped out of the car, It was a boxful of porn illustrations( at this, Tezuka, being the only one present, has a sudden urge to smack him on the head) that was littering the guy's slightly old Trooper(5). Out of the blue, Tezuka asks a question that is bugging him since he learned that he is now adopted. "Why adopt me?"
"Huh?"
"Echi- (the other raised a brow at his mistake) Oji-san, what made you adopt me? As far as I know, I had only met you at that meeting room. Had Ryuzaki-san put you through this?"
"Hm… partly," he answered as he lifted out the last of his boxes. "If you want some details, ask my uncute son when you get the time. He's the one who persuaded Rinko—I mean your oba-chan to adopt you."
"Echizen ka?"
"Gyaaaa!!! I told you to not call any of us by our surname. Call him 'Ryo-chan'."
Tezuka looks more of a dead pan than ever. Nanjiroh grinned. This boy and his son are really alike. "The old lady told me what you did for my son, and for that, I am grateful to you. He wouldn't have discovered his true potential without you."
A darker tinge of pink covered the lightly bruised cheeks.
"Senpai, I'm coming with you." Tezuka looked at the front door only to find Ryoma leaning on the doorframe with his trademark cap on.
"Hm… seishonen, you should call him like that. He's technically your brother now."
"Yadda."
A tick formed at his old man's forehead. "Nandatto? You dare defy your Otou-sama's simple wish?" he asked as he pulls his son's mouth wide.
"Anata, Yamette kudasai! (6)" Rinko admonish her husband as she rubs his beloved son's face. Nanjiroh sighs. Every time her wife is home, she would always baby their son. He always thought that adopting Ryoga would help her overcome this problem, and he did do it to some extent. That is, until he accidentally made little Ryoma cry. That was the last time that he made his son cry. He thought he would go deaf from their shouts. He'd made another monster. Oh, what a poor man he is. He just wants to keel over and cry at that nightmare.
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By the time the three of them drove out of the house, it was already near noon. Tezuka, being the only one who knows the direction to his house, sat on the front as the other boy amuses himself with the tennis ball he found in the car.
"Oji-san, could you please slow down?" Tezuka asked, as they passed another red light. He looks behind his seat only to find his new little brother looking neither impress nor terrified. 'Of course,' he reasoned to himself, 'he grew up with this man's driving.'
The sound of an old phone rang inside the car. As their driver tries to look for the loud item, he uses one of his feet for steering with one foot and putting the other on the gas pedal, to Tezuka's horror. For the nth time since he stayed at the Echizens, his poker face slipped and he swore that to himself that if he ever survives this, he would always visit a shrine. On the back of the car, Ryoma was very amused to see his ever calm bucho crumble into a mass of nervous wreck. With a triumphant cry, he found his cell phone from the folds of his robe. "Hello. This is Nanjiroh Echizen speaking." The car swerves to the opposite direction.
The man frowned as he listens to the caller. "I am kind of busy right now…" The car swerves back to the right direction making Tezuka sigh in relief, but still hanging on his seat. He's no driver, but he's certain that a "… Yes… Yes…" he answers, sweating profusely as the conversation drags on. "Ah, ok. I will be there before you land." He sighs as he hung up. Looking for a free parking space, he parks the car on the first one he sees. His two passengers question him with their looks. "Nya, I have to pick someone from the airport. Sorry, Kunimitsu-kun, but I can't drive you to your house."
"I'll drive him there, oyaji."
Before Tezuka could voice his concern, the man agreed with his son. "Then it's settled. I'll be going now. Ja!" He left.
"Echizen!" If one thinks that Tezuka is pale, now he's as white as a ghost. His glasses glinted, hiding his expression from the other as Ryoma seats himself on the driver's seat.
"Na ze, Kunibo7?" Tezuka's left hand twitch as Ryoma smirked. "I'll let you drive if you know how."
"Echizen—"
"Ryoma." The other boy corrected. Tezuka looks at his golden eyes, but the other refuses to meet his gaze. "My baka Oyaji was right when he said that calling one of us 'Echizen' is stupid, so—"
"Ryoma." The other tested the name. Even though they knew each other for over a year now, it's the first time he had ever said the younger boy's name. As he looked back, he couldn't help but feel some wild fluttering on his stomach as he sees a soft glow to the other's eyes. Their gaze was broken though, when an older looking teen shouted near the car.
"Kunibo," again, the brunette's hand twitch, but didn't comment at the name. "Do you know how to drive?" At the other person's negative shake, Ryoma fastened his seatbelt and starts the engine. "Kunibo, I'll teach you how to drive when we get back-- if you want to, that is."
With his composure returning, he looks at Ryoma with his cool gaze. "Aa."
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They got to the Tezuka residence in one piece. Surprisingly, Ryoma do know how to drive, and to Tezuka's opinion, one hundred times safer to his health than that other reckless driver (He's in denial that it ever happened.). It was a good thing that all of the windows are tinted since they had passed a lot of police patrollers coming here though. The teen knows that a thirteen year old driving cannot be legal. Aside from that, it was a peaceful drive. Who knew that the boy is a good tutor? By the end of their drive, he got the fundamentals drilled to his brain. Also, he was encouraged by the other to take up real driving lessons in the near future.
"Ryoma," he called out to the other boy, "after you finish parking the car, come inside as fast as possible. Rain is coming."
"Uisu," the other replied as he drives in the abandoned garage. His father, Tezuka contemplates, always took care of his car. He treasured his Benz more than his own wife's well being. 'But then again,' he thought bitterly, 'he died in it.'
"Kunibo?" He felt a small tug on his shirt. "Open the door. It's starting to rain."
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The first thing that Echizen did when they got in was scavenge the kitchen for any food. When he found some ingredients, he started to prepare the food. "I'll make Japanese foods, but not the bento types. It'll be done in an hour."
He was answered by a soft "Aa" and left for his room.
After forty-five minutes of packing and the occasional looking for other miscellaneous items, he headed for the garage for more cartons when he was greeted by an aromatic scent wafting from the kitchen. Following his stomach which had started to grumble, he went to his stomach's destination. There to his shock, stood Echizen with the frilly white apron his mother used to wear when she was younger. He must admit though, for a boy, he looks really good wearing the apron, but that wasn't the only thing that surprised him. It was what is on the modest size dining table. There must be at least a dozen kinds of on the table. At the feeling of someone watching, Ryoma looks behind him and stared at the other… and stared… and stared… Ryoma quickly took off the apron and accidentally throws it through the open window. The pair sweat dropped, for different reasons. One was being caught in an embarrassing situation and the other for the other's weird (well weirder than normal) actions.
The green haired boy coughed to draw the other back to reality and not to the sight that he was sure would be forever ingrained in the other's mind. "Lunch would be done in a few minutes. Let's take a break in your living room."
"Aa."
As they went in the living room, Echizen caught sight of a bright blue box under the center table. Pulling it out from the tight space, he looks at the other who sat on the large sofa. With a short nod from the owner, he opened the box which contains some photo albums. "Kunibo."
"Aa." He had already given up changing the other's mind about the name after a long argument in the car, which mostly consist of short sentences and a few grunts. 'Besides,' he thought, 'it is rather endearing when no one else could hear the nickname.'
"Is this you?" Ryoma asks as he points at a picture of a six year old boy wearing glasses.
"Aa."
"So you wore glasses even when you were a little kid?"
"Aa." 'He's being too talkative right now.' Sweat pour down from him. After a few hours with the Echizen's, he had learned that the boy is either planning something evil or wants something
"… Also the cold expression?"
"Aa."
"May I keep it?"
He closes his eyes and whispers an "Aa" in defeat. When he glanced at the kid he saw him give that look at his direction. THE LOOK (8) he had only seen once when Ryoma's cat was found by them. He's really too tired and hungry right now that he just continues to agree without thinking.
The boy smirked in triumph. "I'll put these in the pile then." And he took off to Kunibo's room to put the box with the other cartons. When he got in though, he was entranced at the cutest thing in front of him. There, amidst the piles of clothes and books lie a cute stuffed animal. 'Not just any stuffed animal,' he thought, "Neko-chan (9), were you a nice kitty to Kunibo?" he whispered to the plushies' ear and hugs it tight. When he hears the incoming foot steps, he returns the plushie back on the bed. He'll check later if Kunibo would take it with him.
"Ryoma," the other boy called as he peeks in the room. "The food is burning."
"Shimatta!" he cursed and ran to the kitchen. Just as he went in the kitchen, the doorbell rang. A little green head popped in the room, but he signaled that he'll open it. As he opens the front door…
"Bucho!"
He closed the door as calmly as possible.
"Bucho! Open the door damn it!"
-------Tsuzuku-------
Author's Notes: For the record, I don't consider the TezuRyo in this fic incest. I let a friend of mine read the draft and asked: "Are you planning to make it incest?" though I have nothing against incest (God! How I love Fujicest!), I don't consider this one. Maybe if they're half siblings...Hm… Nice thought.
Another thing: I hate dropping the romance part all in one go so I'm now putting TezuRyo hints in the fic. I know it's early, but I think the two of them are going to be slow to pick up (Tezuka anyway) what they're really feeling and would take awhile to confess.
1 It's a bad pun created by yours truly. I don't think that Tezuka's the type who does it anyway, but still, whenever I see Nanjiroh, I always think of a beach with lots of palm trees. Weird…
2 I have no idea how to adopt a child aside from the fact that you must prove to the law that you are more than capable of raising them. I was too impatient to finish this chapter to look it up anyway.
3 Yukie—pronounced "Yuki-e". This would be one of my OC.
4 Dakara, arigato, Echizen-san – "That's why, thank you, Mr. Echizen"
5 I always thought of Nanjiroh having that kind of car.
6 Anata, Yamette kudasai – "Honey, Please stop that".
7 I always think that he would give a nickname to Tezuka the minute he graduated. I thought of "Kunibu", but I really think that "Kunibo" is cuter. It's like Kuni-bucho or Kuni-aibo or maybe Kuni-bito (koibito).Besides, I don't want him to be called aniki coz that name is also reserved to Ryoga.
8 In episode 27, when Momo-chan and the others brought back Karupin, Ryoma has this "I wanna cry" look on his face. It was so cute!
9 I was too lazy to think up of a name. Just so you know, it's also part of the story.