Hold it right there!
Yeah...I know..this is so late,...
Well, things like this really happens...(*...credits to my thesis..*)
I hope you enjoy!
Yukimura held tight on the cold railings. He was about to cross the flyover heading towards the train station when he suddenly felt dizzy. He was alone, and was unfortunately on a busy afternoon street, where almost all people are busy doing their own things, trying to finish as much work as possible before the day ends.
The bluenette looked around, hoping to find a familiar face. Yukimura has always been independent even when he was sick, and everyone knew he wouldn't ask for help if it wasn't a matter of life and death. Today was not among the latter. But today was definitely the time when he had to hurry to catch the train.
Realizing that he's all alone, he hailed a cab and wished that what amount he had would be enough to pay for the fair to Tezuka's house.
"Are you expecting somebody?" Tezuka's mother asked as he saw his son arranging the pile of books he had on his room. Ayana had long learned that her son only do such on weekdays every time he's not in the mood or whenever somebody's coming. She knew it wasn't the former.
"Hai.."
"A teammate?"
Tezuka sighed and momentarily looked at his mother. "No…"
Ayana raised a brow and smiled. "A special someone, huh?"
Tezuka once again looked at his mother, this time asking her what's with the sudden curiousity.
"..Are you going to be fine? Your father and I will not be home until midnight. There's a food in the fridge, but perhaps your friend would want-"
"Okaa-san…..we're fine."
Ayana smiled in amusement, feeling slightly surprised with his son's untimely interruption with whatever she was about to say . "Alright….I shall leave then."
"Hai."
Few moments later, Tezuka heard his mother's car driving away. The silence in his room felt relaxing, and he wondered what it feels like to have Yukimura in there. Only the two of them. He sighed and massaged his temples. When Yukimura asked him if he could come over, he couldn't find any reason to say no. But now that everything has settled in and the reality of the situation hit him, Tezuka couldn't even remember why he immediately agreed.
He opened his room's window and breathed deeply. Perhaps now is the right time to settle everything clearly. Tezuka promised to Fuji, and so far as he's aware, Fuji has been doing just well with their deal. It's only fair that he do the same.
Few moments later, the doorbell rang.
"You're not going out?" Yumiko disbelievingly asked her brother. Fuji rolled her eyes noticing how his sister did not even mind hiding her annoying disbelief.
"Nope."
"That's weird."
Fuji stared at his sister.
"I barely see you staying stay at home this past few weeks….care to tell me what's with the sudden behavior?"
"I just want to stay. That's it. Period."
Yumiko eyed her brother in scrutiny but didn't say anything. She knew something's going on, and whatever it was, she can't do more than to be thankful. At least Fuji's finally settled in. She shook her head when the memory of Fuji and Sanada crossed her mind. That wouldn't happen again. She'll do anything to stop her brother's apparent craziness.
She then left without a word, hoping that Fuji's really intent on behaving for now.
The moment Yumiko went out, Fuji immediately dialed Tezuka's number.
"Tezuka!" Fuji greeted the moment the other line picked up. "Hey..my sister just went out..I'm alone…I'm thinking that maybe you want to come.." Fuji smiled at his own statement. Tezuka can be dense at times. But he knew how his suggestive tone could affect even a non-living.
"Ne, Kunimitsu.." he said when he heard no response.
There was silence on the other line before Fuji heard giggles. He frowned. He looked at his phone in question and went back listening. That was when he heard what he swore could be the greatest insult of his life.
"Tezuka…enough..I'm- wait!" Yukimura's shrill voice echoed on the phone.
"Seiichi…"
That's it. A vein popped on Fuji's head as he threw his phone away, and angrily stormed out of the house.
He kept his word. He behaved well. He did what he can to fix everything. But with Tezuka cheating on his back while he's all there being a saint, that's a whole new different story.
While Fuji was wrapped in anger and betrayal, Yukimura laid comfortably on Tezuka's bed, smiling as he noticed the red blinking light on Tezuka's phone, indicating that the other line was already dead.
'That should be enough.' he thought. Yukimura knew his tendency to be jealous. It's intensity just happened to double knowing that it's Fuji he's against with.
He touched his forehead and examined himself. He's just fine. Tezuka just went overboard when he insisted on making him drink one of those bitter pill earlier the same time that Fuji called. Well it did served his purpose, so it's partly acceptable.
"How's your head, Seiichi?.." Tezuka asked as he entered the room with a bowl of soup.
"Better."
Tezuka laid the soup on the bedside table and touched Yukimura's forehead.
"You'll just be fine."
"Tezuka, I'm fine."
They looked at each other for a moment. Yukimura, waiting for Tezuka to speak out, and Tezuka in deep thought of how he's supposed to tell the other guy about his agreement to Fuji. The spectacled man looked away.
"..so…you're alone…" Yukimura suddenly said, and for some reason, Tezuka felt slightly nervous.
"Ah.."
Yukimura knowingly nodded, propped himself up on bed, and leaned towards the other captain. He smiled at Tezuka's visible flinch.
"…shall we do something interesting?..."
Tezuka gulped and cleared his throat. Truly, this type of approach isn't so much favorable for him.
When Yukimura hands went up to touch his arm, Tezuka immediately did the honor to appear as gentleman as ever by gently grabbing his wrist, stopping the bluenette from going further.
"Don't." Tezuka simply said, in a tone which wiped out any signs of argument.
Yukimura pulled back his hand and sighed. That settles it. Tezuka's evasions from all of his advances were enough to convey the message he dreaded to hear. He slowly went out of bed and fixed his damp hair. He didn't even realize he was sweating.
"Seiichi..I-"
"Enough, Tezuka…" Yukimura said. "I've had enough. I got it. So..please just don't say anything more…"
Tezuka nodded and stood up to open the door of his room. Yukimura massaged his temples and sighed.
"I'm sorry for everything. I really am." he said without batting an eye at his co-captain.
With the silence of the room and the growing emptiness he feels, Yukimura left the place.
Idiot!
Fuji's mind was screaming in rage as he finished his 7th bottle of gin for that evening. He was angry not just because Tezuka was unfair. He was angry because for all this time he thought that his feelings finally got across to his long time crush. Well, that was clearly far from the real score earlier.
He filled another bottle when a strong hand stopped him from taking it in another gulp.
"Hey, what's-"
Fuji fell silent when he saw who it was who interrupted his 'me time'.
"That's enough." Sanada said as he set aside the glass away from Fuji's hand.
Fuji blinked.
"Sanada.."
The taller guy held his wrist and helped him up. If Fuji didn't stagger back the moment he set his foot on the floor, he wouldn't realize that he's drunk. It took him several minutes to process the situation that he's in. By the time he did, he was already alone with his intruder, who was helping him walk straight.
"What are you doing here…" Fuji mumbled, feeling more dizzy every time he took a step.
"You were drinking in public."
"That's none of your business."
They remained silent for a couple of minutes before Sanada stopped his tracks.
"What?!"
"Get on my back. I'll carry you home." the taller guy said as he kneeled down a step ahead of Fuji.
Fuji would have mocked the other guy's behavior if he was in the best of moods. He would have teased him for suddenly becoming such a romantic gentleman in the middle of the night after what they've been through. He would have, but he couldn't.
Not when the other guy's gesture brought pain from within; too much pain, to be considered as an object for any joke.
"Fuji.." Sanada said when Fuji didn't move from his position.
"I don't need your help."
"You can hardly walk. What do you expect? That I'll leave you just like this?"
"Why not?"
Sanada turned at him, amused.
"I'm not that important you know…If I end up in some place, believe me, nobody will care, hell…nobody will even care even if I d-"
"Fuji!" Sanada yelled, wearing the expression he always had every time he scolds the Rikkaidai tennis team and gives them the dreaded number of laps they deserve.
The blue-eyed boy stood stunned at the other's reaction.
"You're drunk. Let's go." Sanada said as he pulled Fuji's wrist and literally dragged him to walk, unmindful of the fact that Fuji was still fighting to walk straight.
They made it few blocks from their original position when Fuji pulled his hand back and stopped walking.
"It's fine. I-I'm fine. You may go ahead.." Fuji said, heads down and fists clinched.
His head was spinning, but what made the situation worse was Sanada's actions. He didn't want all of these. Not from anyone other than….him. It was too much. And he hated it.
"I'll call Tezuka to-"
"Oh, just stop it Sanada!" Fuji blurted. "Just…just leave…I can take care of myself…" he added.
"Of course you can." Sanada sarcastically said, which made Fuji frown. "..I just hope you get home safe."
With that said, Sanada started to walk away.
Fuji cursed himself.
Why does he always end up feeling like crap? He knew he played along with people's emotions before…but couldn't he at least feel important even for once?...
Oh how he hates this feeling…..As he marveled on the fact that he's all alone, with the cold breeze touching his skin and the early moonlight looking down at him in full bloom, Fuji felt more empty than ever. He slowly heaved a sigh and let all the tears he'd been holding down flow. His was a silent cry…with his clear blue eyes open, he was undoubtedly one of the best sight to behold. One of the most beautifully broken creatures that ever set foot on earth.
He smiled and looked up. He doesn't deserve any of this.
Author's Note:
There you have it! The latest update after 48 years of fiction drought!
Kisses and hugs to readers, followers, and reviewers!