The wonders of a paradox
Disclaimer: Saa… by now you know I own none of the Tenipuri characters or Aiba.
Rating: PG or K+
Genre: Suspense, slight humor, slight romance
Pairing: Implied Tezuka and Fuji
Warnings or notes: Possible contain anime spoilers, AU, OOC-ness.
Sorry for the long wait. There are works and all. Also, someone volunteered to beta read this story! Thanks to Johin for helping me with all the mistakes. You are great. :D
Aha! The moment you are waiting for! Hope you like the Tezuka and Fuji moments.
Please tell me if you have any comment na? Thanks!
: Ready… Go :
Chapter 4 – Never the same
Tezuka might not show it, but he was actually grateful that now some of the girls' attention had shifted to the boy named Fuji Syusuke. Some boys commented that they had no idea why the girls would be drawn to such average-looking and not to mention, petite boy but they really could not protest much. Even a few boys were drawn to him. Kikumaru Eiji was one of them, and when the matter had involved the hyper redhead, it usually involved a battalion more.
To Tezuka, he could not admit he paid much attention to the newcomer. He even refuted having befriended Fuji. Gosh, he had yet to look directly at Fuji's face for once! And it had been weeks, or was it months since his transfer? He was too caught up with his studies and tennis practice to acknowledge the boy, which he was not guilty of. Though he was acutely aware the other was staring at him during his practices. He just stubbornly refused to turn and say 'hello'. Tezuka Kunimitsu was not one to approach people no matter how arrogant it might sound.
Vividly, he remembered his first experience approaching a girl to enquire a teacher's presence, and the following day, his locker was full of presents, love letters and other things he preferred not to know of. It was scary enough to recall the memory of him being bombarded by both boys and girls, saying he had a crush on someone he just asked a question to! And to think it was because it was the first time he was seen to approach someone willingly.
'They sure make fast friends,' the stoic boy thought when he had caught sight of both Kikumaru and Fuji coming towards the tennis courts from faraway. Kikumaru was the only one close enough to the mysterious boy. Or so it appeared. Apart from the redhead, Fuji seemed to have reservations with everyone else. True, he was friendly and polite most of the time, but it almost seemed he was hiding something behind those smiles. He did chat with others like they had been friends for long, but he was more of a listener than a talker. He was definitely the opposite of his redhead classmate.
Wait, he gave people wrong implications that he was observing the said newbie. Whatever he knew about the boy had been supplied by the data collector, Inui. The bespectacled boy's data was accurate and so far only he had defied the so-called data.
"All right, assemble! Today we have a new member! Please welcome Fuji Syusuke," Yamato's voice called out before he moved aside to let the petite boy into view. The first thing Fuji did was to smile and gave a small wave. Yet, it was as if the boy was directing those at him rather than to the others.
Beside him, Kikumaru was beaming with joy to see his friend joined the club at last. He felt like he had succeeded in convincing the sandy haired boy to join. But all those did not matter to the young pillar of Seigaku. It was the first time gorgeous hazel locked onto brilliant sapphire. Even if it was only for a flicker of a second, Tezuka felt something stir within him. Then he realized only he was able to see Fuji's gemlike eyes for that short period.
The desire to win in tennis, the thrill he felt whenever he hold his racket, the pride he held every time he won for his team, and the passion he had for the sports itself… nothing could conquer this strange, alien, feeling in his gut. No wonder girls were drawn to this boy, he mused. Fuji's charm was strong; even if it was entirely different from his own.
For that precious moment, Tezuka Kunimitsu knew his desire to live an average life was never going to be the same again.
Standing in front of the painting like usual, he traced his fingers on it until they reached the artist's name. Tezuka did not have the skills to appreciate art like a professional but he did have a feeling that such masterpiece did not belong here. 'If only I could meet the artist, then perhaps…,' Tezuka's thoughts were interrupted when his mother had called him out.
: To be continued :