Disclaimer: I'll make a pitiful Tezuka if I own Tenipuri. :grins:
Rating: PG or K+
Genre: Drama, humor, slight romance
Pairing: Tezuka and Fuji, implied Fuji and Ryoma (up to you if you see it), implied one-sided Ryoma and Tezuka (up to you if you see it)
Warnings or notes: OOC-ness, 1500 words, crappiness. I bet it's pretty pointless… Lol.
I manage to torture Tezuka in this chapter! XD Hahahaha. It was so much fun writing this one. Oh yeah, finally there are some obvious Tezuka and Fuji moments. Though I bet the title gives away everything, I still think it suits the chapter the best. :D Hope you enjoy reading!
Yeah, this chapter is from Tezuka's POV (not the first person's POV though). By the way, thank you to those who went to see my fanart:bows: Glad you like the chibies. Also thanks to Carzla for editing this chapter!
Kindly drop a review, dear readers. Let me know what you think.
: Ready… Go :
Chapter 10 - Dream
Tezuka had no idea how, why and what was happening. All of a sudden he found himself being surrounded by the group of regulars with the eager looks. It meant nothing but chaos. "Oh, Tezuka! You look fantastically lovely in it!" Fuji's feminine voice echoed at the back of his head, followed by some giggles from the others. Tezuka raised a questioning eyebrow.
Lovely? What did the genius mean by it? Bemused, Tezuka looked down at his own body and was revolted, although his face betrayed none of his inner emotions.
Tezuka Kunimitsu, their respected captain with the usual poker face, was wearing a silky white gown with lots of ribbons. Yes, I repeat that - lots of ribbons and the gown was sleeveless; that was one thing to be dreaded. Not to mention he was wearing some make up, as much as he hated to admit the make sure was smoother than he had expected, and a blond wig. Thus, imagine the ultimate surprise of our dear captain. Luckily he had enough pride to not lose his composure and tear the clothing considered a gown by women.
"Sure! Buchou looks beautiful enough." This time it was Momoshiro's voice. Beautiful? What on earth? Could they not see how hard he was refraining from throwing up at his own reflection? Were they blind or something? Perhaps Inui's juice had something to do with their illogical responses? Either way, he restrained his hands from finding their way to squeeze the others' necks.
"Fuji-senpai is charming in the Prince's outfit too." Kaidoh commented out of blue, which caused Fuji to chuckle and bow a little. True enough, Fuji's clothes looked charming enough to make the girls squeal, considering how popular he was in their school.
"Prince Fuji and Ochibi-rella fit most! Nya!" Suddenly Kikumaru bounced around before tackling both prodigies in a bear hug, nearly causing the smaller out of the three to choke. Echizen merely grunted grumpily before he turned away from looking at his taller seniors in the eyes.
So, Fuji was the Prince, Echizen as Cinderella and him as… who? Only then he realized he had no idea who he was dubbed as. But was he not the Prince? However, he was too clueless to his surroundings, let alone what was happening right there. He felt like his brain had stopped working at the moment.
"Come on, Tezuka-buchou! You are supposed to say something like 'The Prince belongs to me!' or something like that!" Tezuka swore mentally, Momoshiro was going to run laps more than anyone else during practice. Maybe he should ask Inui to force his foul liquid down Momoshiro's throat too… Ahh! What was he thinking at a critical time like this! It was not the time for killing his brain cells to think of how to torture them. It was time for him to stop the nonsense!
He was being dubbed as the envious stepsister for Kami-sama's sake! And did he need to ask when did they change the roles? Without his knowledge too! Heck, when had he agreed to be assigned a girl's role? Weren't the girls' roles assigned to only Kikumaru, Echizen and Fuji? But no matter how he protested, his body failed to listen to him. He did the stupidest thing in the world by gapping like a gold fish.
"Saa… I can understand Tezuka wants to enjoy his new look," Fuji replied to Momoshiro's earlier remark with another sly grin. Really, Fuji should learn when to keep his big mouth shut at times, especially when Tezuka was not in the mood for a nasty prank. In fact, he was ready to kill someone, best if that someone was the sadistic genius that was grinning at him right now.
However, the next thing that happened was more than enough for Tezuka to contemplate suicide. He had, indeed, run towards the said brown-haired prodigy and tackled him to the ground. "The shoe belongs to me!" He found his own voice shrieking as he took the glass shoe from the supposed prince's hand and forcefully fit into it with his obviously oversized feet.
He did not just do that, did he now? Tezuka freaking swore it was not his doing. Some homeless spirit must have possessed his body! But the others looked like it was normal for him to act like that. They did not even twitch, nor vomit at the sight of him tugging his feet into the pitiful shoe. He was sitting on the ground with his left foot forcing itself into the small space of the shoe, hair messed up in the process of the violent action, the gown's ribbons were pulled off, and most importantly, the long skirt was beginning to show his leg thanks to his repeated attempts to abuse the shoe.
Where did the real him go? That was an impostor but no one realized! In dismay, Tezuka wanted to yell at them, telling them to run laps or whatsoever. Just spare him from such terrible embarrassment! Kami-sama, save his dignity at the very least, although I would say his dignity was all lost already.
"Oh dear, it seems like Mitko-chan is desperate to fight for my love." Fuji chuckled mischievously as he pulled Tezuka's head closer gently. Echizen pouted adorably behind of all regulars, while the others were watching the scene displayed in front of them intensely. "Maa… I might just spare such pretty lady a little peck on the pinkish lips."
No, he did not need that! He could let Fuji live with the nickname but definitely not this! Seriously, the last thing on Earth he wanted was such an unpalatable affection in the public. He could live without Fuji's kiss or his love in that manner. Believe it or not, Tezuka actually panicked when Fuji closed his eyes and his lips were dangerously coming closer to the stoic boy's. He could feel the other's soft breath and the distance was so close; their lips were slightly touching…
"NO!" His own voice echoed, and Tezuka found himself sitting up straight on his own bed in his room with sweats. Realizing what he had gone through was nothing more than a nightmare; he let out a relieved sigh. No wonder he was acting so unlike his usual self. Dreams were always the opposite of reality, someone had once said.
Though, if he agreed to the saying, it would mean the emotionless boy desired for Fuji's kiss in reality as much as he detested it in his dream. Was it not?
Shaking his head quickly, Tezuka growled at his own thought. What was he thinking? The dream, no, nightmare must have dealt a great impact on him until his thoughts were messed up entirely. It was thanks to a certain effeminate genius with the name of Fuji Syusuke in their team to corrupt a perfectly normal person like Tezuka. The said boy influenced him more than he liked to admit. Tezuka found out ever since he agreed to the principal's request, he had been pensive of it at every single moment.
After a few minutes, Tezuka regained his composure and was feeling grateful that his scream did not alarm his already awake grandparents in his household. He would have to deal the serious problems if he did, not to mention some sort of humiliation if his mother ever found out about his thoughts regarding Fuji for a moment there…
"It's time for practice," he murmured as he wore his glasses and saw the clock, distracting his mind from the dream and Fuji. Standing up, Tezuka went towards his cupboard, grabbed a black t-shirt as well as a pair of blue jeans, and proceeded to his bathroom. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he changed into the simple outfit before he took a sling bag and went out of his house without having breakfast.
He never complained when it came to practices, seeing how he loved tennis with a passion and practiced hard for it. But it was different that day, which was Sunday and they were having a drama practice instead of the usual tennis practice. That alone was enough to send chills to his spines. Not to mention that after having such a troubling dream, his mind kept showing him the close-up of Fuji's kissable lips...
Enough of everything related to Fuji! He sped up abruptly, almost banging into a tree. It was then when realization hit him hard on the head. He left the script on his study table yesterday and had completely forgotten to put it back to his bag. Feeling slightly peeved, Tezuka walked back towards his house, entered his room, hastily took the script, opened his bag, and was going to tug the script into it before he had a sudden urge to do something.
The handsome boy decided to run a scan through the first page of it first, just in case. It was better to be safe than sorry, after all.
: To be continued :