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OMG Tezuka confessed!!

2009-04-28T07:03:50Z

Hi all, have you ever dreamt of...
Tezuka Kunimitsu officially confesses his love to Fuji Syusuke?

It's not a dream anymore! Tezuka does officially confessed his love!

The fact is, Tezuka said 'Ich liebe dich' to Fuji (though not directly) in the National Tournament report (Seigaku vs Hyotei) from the official fan disc "White Heat Remix" (product info: http://tenipuri.jp/dvd02/fandisc.html). In that report, Tezuka had mentioned that he could think of up to 10 things at the same time. Near the end of the report, Fuji kept talking and Tezuka just let out some "Hn" occasionally. Then Fuji asked was Tezuka listening, Tezuka apologized and answered "I can..." but Fuji interrupted him by saying "think of 10 things at the same time." And then Fuji asked what Tezuka was thinking, and here's what they said PLUS the confession:

(starting from 5:01)
Tezuka: I can...
Fuji: think of 10 things at the same time, right?
Tezuka: You have good memory, Fuji.
Fuji: Then I would like to know, what are you currently thinking about?
Tezuka: Listening to Fuji.
Fuji: And?
Tezuka: Analyzing the video.
Fuji: And?
Tezuka: Is Oishi doing a good job at the meeting.
Fuji: And?
Tezuka: Have to collect the membership fee tomorrow.
Fuji: And?
Tezuka: Have to go to the library to get the books.
Fuji: After that?
Tezuka: The ban of fishing has been removed earlier this year (I don't really know how to translate this ^^;).
Fuji: Is this an important matter now?
Tezuka: I must conquer the South Alps next time.
Fuji: Let me lend you a map.
Tezuka: log a a with b square equals to...
Fuji: b.
Tezuka: Ich liebe dich (I love you).
Fuji: Where are you going to use this? (Fuji sounded a bit embarrassed xD)
Tezuka: Finally, I'm answering your question.
Fuji: Haha. I see.
Tezuka: Hn.

Like I said, Tezuka didn't say it directly. But hey, why would Tezuka think of 'Ich liebe dich' when he didn't mean it? I mean, you wouldn't think of 'I love you' when you're talking with your friends right? Moreover, all the things he thought were either things he wanted to do, or things he meant. So it must mean something! Tezuka thought of 'I love you' when talking to Fuji, which meant he loved Fuji, or he wanted to say those words to Fuji, either way xD.

Reference: http://podcast.blog.webs-tv.net/m/1846029
Credit: chrischang for sharing this to everyone.

Btw, Fuji had said "It's good that Seigaku can have you as the captain." in a very emotional voice too, at 1:34.

**Posted to: tezukafuji

Getting Into 306

2009-04-24T08:34:01Z

This is a birthday fic for a1y_puff. This time, I'm even later than the last few times, blame my lack of writing skills. And well, games can be very distracting as well. Especially that two games name "Pet Society" and "Restaurant City" on facebook. Btw, is there anyone here playing these games too? I would love to add those who're playing, namely Restaurant City...
Um...I should stop rambling nonsense now. Here, I wish Ai-chan a very belated happy birthday and have a nice year ahead. May you have lots of TeFu and Kanda/Allen all around you.

Title: Getting Into 306
Pairing: Perfect Pair
Genre: General
Rating: G
Word Count: almost 3,000
Disclaimer: Konomi-sensei owns the characters.
Summary: The door of room 306 never closed. And Tezuka found himself kept pushing it.
Warnings: Un-betaed, slightly AU.

Soft beam of sunlight made its way down through the fluffy group of clouds, spreading warm to the just awakening earth. Air followed the flow of light breeze, bringing the delicate smell of fresh spring fragrance to every corner of the city. Birds were resting on the tree branches, silently enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the early spring.

It was a clear and balmy day.

Retreated from the windowsill and walked back to his bed. Tezuka picked up the prepared set of clothes and put them on. They were a light lavender short-sleeves shirt and a pair of dark taupe pants, his usual taste at clothing.

He grabbed his keys and briefcase and proceeded to walk to the door, but stopped before his hand had even reached the door knob. Walking back to the refrigerator, he took out a piece of ham and cheese sandwiches, which were wrapped securely in a cling wrap, together with a bottle of apple juice. He put them all into his briefcase.

This time, he made it to the door knob. He turned it, opened the door, walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him.

*****

The wall of the corridor was a warm tone of peach; it sparked a little under the slight beam of sunray, penetrated into the two windows at the end of each side of the corridor. Tezuka blinked a few times at the scene, before letting his feet brought him to the opposite door. The light brown oak floor squeaked with each of his step.

The ivory wooden door of room 306 was slightly left ajar. But there was no light coming from inside. Shaking his head in a helpless manner, Tezuka pushed open the door and walked inside, before closing the door properly.

***** Getting Into 306 *****

Fuji was a dreamy type of boy, he lived in his own bubble, did things in his own subconscious. He never woke up, and he didn't give a damn to almost all of the things. His parents just let him be, for they knew that their precious son will never bend to their expectation. So they gave an easy way for him, and let him do whatever he wants. Never once had they blocked Fuji from doing anything. And Fuji didn't have a problem with it.

It was almost ironic, Tezuka thought. He never liked the idea of live like a dream. Yet he was trying to place himself into this dream. And he never got tired of it.

Settling himself in the room, Tezuka immediately spotted Fuji, who was soundly sleeping on the cold floor again. Couldn't help but let out a sigh, he slowly walked to where Fuji was, gently lifted up the other boy, which was as light as ever, and put him down on the bed.

The bed sheet was way beyond wrinkled, but this would do for now.

He sat himself at the side of the bed, watching Fuji slept. Tezuka had long found out, that Fuji had the most peaceful expression in the moral world when he was asleep. There always had this kind of calm and serene feeling whenever he watched Fuji's sleeping face. And without a reason, he had also felt that Fuji looked more down to earth when he was taking a rest from his dream.

It almost looked as if this should be his real dream.

Tezuka couldn't prevent a small smile from making its way to his usually straight lips. Even if he was very exasperated at Fuji for not taking care of himself properly, he still couldn't angry at him.

Taking out the sandwiches and juice from his briefcase, Tezuka placed them carefully on the nightstand. Silently hope the smaller boy will make it on time to eat them before they gone bad. For he knew Fuji will never ever notice them if he put them into the refrigerator.

He made his way to the window, opened the black curtains and window to let the warm sunlight bath the beautiful creature on the bed, as well as breathe some life into this dim room.

He let his eyes gazed around the room, and sighed again. The room was an utter mess, how could Fuji even settle in a place like this was beyond his imagination. Suppressed the urge to sigh yet again, Tezuka made a note to come back and do some cleaning after finishing his work tonight.

With a last look towards Fuji, he walked out of the room. The door closed behind him with a soft click.

*****

Work wasn't went as smoothly as it usually been, Tezuka had to stay at the office for another few hours before he could at last went home. When he finally finished his work, it's already past ten.

The sky was already dark, but not just because of the night. Dark clouds were gathered around tightly, enveloping this early spring city with a dull ominous. The shower of rain was turning on full force, hitting everything with its big drop of water without any mercy.

Sighing for the nth time of the day, Tezuka forced his way out to the train station. There were not many people left on the street, though it was still very hard to move on with all the people running hastily to different direction in order to go back to their warm shelter as soon as possible.

When Tezuka finally set foot on the train station, he was already drenched from head to toe. Taking out a piece of handkerchief, he wiped the wetness off of his glasses and face.

The sky was indeed unpredictable, so much for a clear and balmy day.

Did Fuji still left the window open?

*****

The door was still open, and the room was dark. Just as expected.

Tezuka flicked on the light, and the room was glittered all of a sudden. Drops of water made their way to the room through the open window with their spry steps, embellishing everything with a light glint of moisture. Waters gathered on the floor in front of the window, producing a dim reflection of the cloudy night sky.

If possible, the room was even messier than this morning.

Tubes of paints were scattered all around the floor: spent and unspent. Paintbrushes could be seen at every corner of the room: large, small, round, flat, angle and rigger. Tezuka had to be extra careful in order not to step on any of them. Fuji probably won't forgive him if he breaks any of his precious treasure.

Frowning slightly, Tezuka approached the still body quietly. The boy's clothes were slightly drenched due to the uninvited guests. His hair appeared to be shinier with all the dew. There was a drop of crystal on Fuji's right cheek, which made Fuji looked even lovelier. Tezuka had to use all of his mental strength to hold back the urge of caressing the boy's cheek.

He secretly wondered does the bubble have enough room for two people.

*****

"Um...Tezuka, you've come." Fuji's voice was barely a murmur, so soft that Tezuka almost had to make a double take.

So Fuji could still heard him coming, even his footsteps were as light as feathers.

"I brought you ramen." Gently swept away some of the paints and brushes, Tezuka put down a plastic bag on the slightly wet floor, which inside was a bowl of yakibuta ramen he bought from a nearby ramen house, and sat himself on the floor as well. He watched as the other boy switched himself in a sitting position, while trying to wipe off the last bit of his sleep.

After opened the lid of the bowl, Tezuka gave a pair of wooden chopsticks to Fuji. "Um...smells nice." Fuji said in a pleasant light tone. He accepted the chopsticks from Tezuka and started to dig in the bowl.

If there was another time which Fuji would look more human, it would be when Fuji was having his food.

The ramen was hot, and the white smoke emerged from the bowl made Fuji's face very indistinct. When Fuji looked more human while he was eating, the smoke had also made the other boy looked very surreal, which itself was a quite funny sight.

"Ne Tezuka, how about you?" The sudden voice of Fuji brought Tezuka back to where he originally was. Fuji was looking at him with his seemingly closed eyes. His cheeks were slightly flushed due to the hot smokes. His lips were in a brighter shade of red too. The sight was endearing, and Tezuka had instantly taken a liking to this.

"I've already had my dinner." Averting his gaze from those tempting red lips, Tezuka answered instead. He almost wanted to answer "I'll have my share later, when you finished yours.”, almost.

"Souka..." Fuji sounded disappointed, but just for a few seconds. And then the bright smile was back on its place again.

At the moment, the sound of Fuji sipping noodles was the only sound existed in this tiny room.

Behind the other boy, an unfinished painting was hanging on the easel. In it was a boy (which looked suspiciously like Fuji himself, though he couldn't be sure since the boy's face was still blank). He had his both elbows on the windowsill, holding a small glass bottle in his left hand; and a pastel blue blower in his right. He was facing the window, blowing bubbles. Tons of bubbles were floating freeing in the starry night sky.

"There will have another piece to combine with this, which will be a complete opposite of this one."

Tezuka didn't know how long had he looked at the painting. By the time he heard Fuji's statement, Fuji was already walking towards his creation. Picking up a filbert brush, he started adding some touches to the sky.

Then suddenly, he turned around, facing the dazing Tezuka. A wishful smile could be found on his pretty face.

"I'm sure I will be very satisfied by the time I finish both."

Tezuka silently hoped so. Fuji had never satisfied by his own works.

Maybe this will be an exception.

*****

Cardboard boxes and portmanteau were gathering in front of the door of room 301, ready to set off to their new home. Some porters could be seen moving backwards and forwards, busying themselves with all the awaiting baggage.

It was a nice and cool day, which Tezuka felt very grateful for. He didn't need to do all the porterage with a sticky body under a sweaty temperature.

The room was back to its original state of empty. There was nothing left inside, and the cream color wall looked exceptionally cold without all the pictures and stuff, even if those said pictures were just some snow and icy mountains.

Looking at the closed door of room 301, Tezuka simply didn't know what to feel. Nor did he know should he feel happy about his recent promotion, if that means he will never have a chance to open the door of room 306 again.

*****

Like usual, the white wooden door of room 306 was slightly left ajar, and Tezuka pushed it open without any difficulty, just like what he did everyday.

Only this time, Fuji wasn't sleeping on the floor, nor concentrating on his masterpiece. He was standing by the windowsill, smile firmly in place. He was staring out of the window, yet not looking at anything at the same time.

The breeze was playing with Fuji's hair, which was sparkling under the golden sunlight. His skin looked so pale, almost as if luminous. And for a second, Tezuka thought Fuji was going to vanish in a flash of dazzling light, like those ridiculous supernatural film.

"Fuji."

Tezuka always loved the sound of this particular name coming from his own mouth. He will be going to miss it.

"Ah, Tezuka."

He was sure he will going to miss this too.

"Are you going now?"

"...Ah."

"I'll see you again, ne?"

"...Hn..."

"...Goodbye for now, ne?"

"...Ah."

Tezuka proceeded to walk to the door, the door which he'll probably never reach again. His steps were heavy, and he could already felt he doesn't want to walk anymore.

Stopping right in front of the door, he turned his head. Just one last glance, the other boy's face will forever engrave in his heart.

The door closed behind him with a soft click.

Tezuka didn't know will they really see each other again. Not to mention Fuji's words were never reliable. However, this time, Tezuka wanted to believe.

Just this time, maybe they'll see each other again.

*****

For a long time, Fuji kept staring at the closed door. He sighed, he indeed didn't like closed door.

Still, he let himself smiled a wishful smile.

"See you later, Tezuka."

*****

Switching on the light, Tezuka closed the door behind him with his back. He dragged his tired body to the sofa and threw himself on it almost gracelessly.

Today was a long day, the ongoing project was so urgent that Tezuka and his colleagues had to stay up at the office to finish it until midnight. His colleagues, Tezuka grimaced. They could probably be able to finish the project much earlier if his colleagues didn’t kept talking about that rising young artist incessantly.

Artist. He had once known a will-be artist. A small built boy with a beautiful face and a soothing voice; a boy who was nonchalant to the rest of the world; a boy who was living in his own bubble. Tezuka had once had the permission to be embraced by the bubble. He had once had the privilege to see through the bubble and looked into the real side by his very own eyes.

The ever forgotten refrigerator; the always messy room; and the never closed door of 306.

306...

"That rising young artist really is a rare talent! Have you seen his debut works? They are so awesome, my emotion stirred inside whenever I looked at his works. I can see there's something more than just his talent for drawing he wants to show us, as if there're always some hidden messages in each of his works."

"Yeah...it is an enigma though since he seems never bothers to tell the world about what is on his mind."

"That is just how he is. Not to mention he himself is a mystery as well. I wonder why he would call himself ‘306’..."

"Um...I wonder too. What's the meaning of 306?"

*****

That night, Tezuka dreamt of lots of bubbles. He dreamt of tracing the bubbles, catching the bubbles, and holding the bubbles tenderly in his arms.

In the bubbles, he could see his old flat. He could see the opposite room of his own, the slightly ajar door. He could see the creamy pale skin, and the everlasting smile.

And he found himself didn't mind smiling a very soft smile too.

*****

Warm sunlight peeked into the room through the open window, bringing along some soft cool breeze. Thin gauze curtain danced briskly with its own shadow, welcoming another brand new day.

He creak opened his eyes lazily, looking the room in slight confusion. He was back in his new flat again.

Tezuka seldom dreamt. But it was nice to have those lovely bubbles all around him. And he found himself almost wondered if it was a prediction of something.

Rubbing off the last bit of his sleep, Tezuka changed into a sitting position. He blinked a few times; he couldn't recall he had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Feeling the warm sensation on his face, Tezuka looked out of the window. His hair was blowing in the light wind.

It was another beautiful day.

He changed into a fresh set of clothes, which were a light blue polo shirt and a pair of dark blue jogging pants; put on his jogging shoes; tied the shoelace; grabbed his keys; and walked out of the room. It was his usual routine to go for a jog on every Sunday morning.

*****

Tezuka dreamt, but never hoped.

However, it didn't stop him from checking the opposite door of his own whenever he left his house. Even when he already knew that the room behind that particular door was vacant. And he was grateful that he had gotten himself this habit.

For this time, that light chocolate wooden door was slightly left ajar.

*****

The room looked almost the same with the one he missed so many times before. The same tone of light azure wall; the same dark midnight blue tile floor; the same messiness surroundings; and the same easel standing in the midst of the room.

Tezuka almost thought he was dreaming, if not for the painting which was hanging on it.

The painting portrayed a man (this time, he was sure that the man was himself). He was facing the window, hands forming a bowl shape, cupping a large colorful bubble. There were lots of bubbles with different colors and sizes all around him, embracing him in foam of fantasy.

It looked nearly the same with his dream, if only...

"Ne Tezuka, you should know it can be very dangerous to wander in some random rooms with opened door."

He turned around, and found a boy with creamy pale skin and an everlasting smile looking at him. Tezuka didn't know if it was just his imagination, Fuji's cerulean eyes seemed even brighter than the before.

Then he smiled. The exact same soft smile he had smiled in his dream.

"Ah. But I love opened doors."

*END*

**Posted to: tezukafuji 4_d_luv_of_fuji

Club 31

2009-02-20T11:07:13Z

This is a birthday fic for tacuma811. As usual, I'm very late. I just managed to write a paragraph or two in a day, which is the reason of my lateness.
Anyway, Belated Happy Birthday Ann! (Btw I always thought that we're still in the year of 2008 ^^;)

Title: Club 31
Pairing: Perfect Pair
Genre: General
Rating: PG (nothing except some drinking scenes)
Word Count: 2000+, 2500-
Disclaimer: Konomi-sensei owns the characters.
Summary: Tezuka took a liking to a bar.
Warnings: Un-betaed, slightly AU.

It was quiet, almost too quiet. One could mistake it as a cozy bookstore if not known better. It didn't know how to sing a popular tone, nor spill out the same old lyrics. It could just hum out a light tone of chill out, or occasionally, some hazy nu jazz, making you calm and fuzzy at the same time. It lacked the usual glisten, superseded by its own faint deliciousness, fine and exquisite, waiting for the right ones to slowly uncover the hidden allure.

It lived isolated in a land of tranquility, detached from the busy and hectic main streets; unconcerned about its surroundings. It stood proudly, using its own way to present its unique charm, luring anyone who's searching for difference.

It represented an exceptional attitude, a new sense of delicacy. It's "Club 31".

*****

When people in this ever busy Tokyo wanted to find a place to drown themselves to the dazzling night life, by releasing their mind, chattering and roaring within the realm of rackety music, the name "Club 31" would certainly never cross their mind. For everyone knew that, "Club 31" wasn't a place for clamoring. It was a wonder that after a long and stressful day, people would still want to stick into a teeming place.

The main streets were bursting at the seams, celebrating and extolling the greatest time of the day. Sparkling lights of LED and neon gracing the night streets with gold, orange, red and blue, deceiving the eyes of earthling with their iridescent illusion. The poignant scent of cologne and perfume was carrying among with the strong smell of nicotine, making the already sultry atmosphere suffocating even more. All the restaurants and bars were packed; making no space to be left for any walk-in. Chattering noise filled the air, together with the frantic sound of servers preparing for this rushing time in a helter-skelter. People were gathering at every corner of the streets, waiting for their turn to enjoy their late happy hour.

People kept flowing into the streets, making it almost impossible to pass. But no one seemed to mind a bit, for them just liked the feeling of crowded, of being surrounded by the warmth of other bodies.

Everyone was trying to find a spot to stop, to spend their night in this land of tumult.

Everyone but him.

*****

Struggling to walk through the packed street, Tezuka Kunimitsu tried his best to avoid all the people in his way, no wanted to get involved in any kind of commotions. Deep voice of "Sorry" and "Excuse me" could be heard once in every minute or so. He walked as fast as the crowd allowed him to, slowly made his way out of the street, while calming his growing impatience with his remaining tolerance. He could felt the stares the people at the sides gave him. Some with admire, some with jealousy, others with pure lust. He knew he was good looking: a head of messy yet neatly arranged brown locks; a delicate nose; stylish oval shaped rimless glasses (it's odd enough since he never intended to own anything up-to-date, so it must be a mere coincidence that his glasses were labeled as "stylish"), beneath them were a pair of intense hazel orbs, cool yet fierce, silently watching and observing; his sharp aura of respect and dignity could almost compared with the nobles, making him attractive, but untouchable at the same time.

Untouchable, yes. That's why Tezuka could care less about all the stares he received. Although the people around him were silently watching him like a hawk, they couldn't do more than just watch. Yes, this was all they could do to that handsome young man.

Muttering a final "Excuse me", Tezuka finally got rid of the teeming street. He left all the stares and clamors behind, proceeded to walk ahead. Until he reached the only land of tranquility.

Club 31.

***** CLUB 31 *****

A low squeaking sound coming from the old fashioned wooden door indicated there was a new customer. A smart dressed server turned his head to the said door, watching with a slight smile as the customer calmly made his way towards the farthest corner of the bar. Saeki, the aforementioned young server, proceeded to walk towards the said corner as well.

"Hey Tezuka, you come early tonight!” Saeki said casually while the customer settled himself comfortably in one of the crimson colored armchair. The armchairs had a darker shade of crimson than normal. They looked slightly worn out, but still elegant nonetheless. "Hn. Works finished rather quickly today." Tezuka answered with a curt nod, showing that he acknowledged the other man. Normally, Tezuka wasn't a person who's willing to tell about his well beings. But when he was with someone particular, he would let himself relax and talk a bit more. Saeki Koujiro happened to be one of those, for he had known Tezuka for almost a decade. They were classmates, after all.

Saeki flashed the other man a bright smile. "Same?" He knew there was no point to ask, yet he did it nonetheless. The bright smile turned to a knowing one as Tezuka nodded his head as confirmation. Then, he proceeded to walk off and get the order done.

*****

Tezuka liked this place. It's very unusual for him to take a liking to a bar, even if this was an exceptional one. He imagined how his colleagues will react upon knowing the always stoic and solemn Tezuka Kunimitsu had a daily routine of visiting the bar after work every night. He was sure Fuji will definitely want to capture this amusing scene with his precious camera, if that will ever happen.

Taking a sip from the green colored martini which had set innocently in front of him, Tezuka leaned back against the headrest, slowly enjoying the refreshing taste of the drink in his mouth. He thought about the first encounter between himself and this Cactus Jack. He had eyed the drink suspiciously and very tempted to decline when Fuji recommended him such a drink. But the blue eye man insisted, told that he should at least try once, and he sure will like it. Which he did in the end. Though the martini was the fruity kind, he didn't feel sweet when savoring the greenish liquid in his mouth. Instead, he could feel a perfect balance of sweet and sour caressing his taste buds. Not to mention the drink was safe enough, which didn't capable of making him gets careless. Tezuka fell in love with it right after he finished his very first shot.

Thinking about his first shot of Cactus Jack brought back his muse about Fuji. If Tezuka himself was good looking, then Fuji must been simply gorgeous: soft honey colored locks falling ad lib onto his cute face, shinning with full force even under the slightest stream of light; stunning azure orbs glittering in both confidence and enigmatic, as if seeing through whatever got unnoticed by mortal's eyes; gentle smile always graced his angelic feature, giving an additional splendor to his intrinsic beauty; delicious looking creamy pale skin covering his delicate petite form, demonstrating a very example of a perfect form of hermaphrodite.

Tezuka had first met Fuji on the exact same day he fist visit this bar. He faintly wondered if not because Saeki insisted that Tezuka should come visit, would he ever find this land of tranquility on his own.

...Most likely not.

*****

"Tezuka, here! Meet my childhood friend and copartner, Fuji Syusuke!"

He remembered being dragged by Saeki, and found himself facing his friend's childhood friend and copartner of "Club 31" (Yes, Saeki wasn't a server. He just loved socializing too much). He had discourteously kept staring at the blue eye man, as if being trapped by some kind of black magic cast by the man in front of him, unable to look away.

"Nice to meet you, Tezuka! I'm Fuji Syusuke."

Only by the delighted soothing voice of the other man, Tezuka could be able to break the magic. Not believed in his own voice. He just managed a simple "Tezuka Kunimitsu", and accepted the out stretched hand for a handshake with all of his conscious.

*****

Tezuka smiled in his heart. He knew better that he wasn't just merely liked this place. Even more, he loved this place.

Because this place was so much liked its blue eye owner.

He went back his attention to the old fashioned wooded door, which remained silent most of the night. He sighed a little, emptying the Cactus Jack in one long sip, vaguely wondered how many Cactus Jack will he have to consume more before Fuji come.

After all, this was his fifth shot of Cactus Jack of the night already.

He closed his eyes, imagining how could he tell the other man what was on his mind lately. He had anticipated the scene in his head for so many times. But the absorbed alcohol and his tiredness had starting to take a toll on him. Maybe he shouldn't stay up to this late, he still had works tomorrow.

He took out his wallet, ready to put the bill on the table and called an end for the night.

*****

"Leaving already?" The all too familiar soothing voice was enough for Tezuka to tell who this intruder was. He looked up, meeting gaze with the man he had been waiting for the whole night. "You're not going to decline my treat, are you?" An exotic smile could be seen on Fuji's beautiful feature. His eyes were closed, yet Tezuka could still catch a flash of playfulness in the other's magnetic orbs. A whispery "Fuji" was all he could managed at the moment, for he was still half wandering in his own realm of dreams and fantasies.

Flashing a brilliant smile, Fuji sat himself comfortably in another armchair next to the one Tezuka was occupying. "I am quite surprise. You usually wouldn't stay until this late." He eyed the abnormally bashful looking bespectacled man silently, waiting for Tezuka to say something while keeping his soft smile firmly in place all the while. He knew Tezuka was a man with few words. But somehow, he had managed to make the stoic man opening up to him more than often, and he secretly felt proud of it. Fuji waited patiently; he hoped Tezuka will tell him what happened.

It's been precisely five minutes, yet nothing came out from the bespectacled man's mouth. Fuji sighed inwardly. Maybe there was no such luck for him this time.

Fuji stood up and proceeded to walk off. But a grip on his wrist had stopped him from going. He looked at the warm hand on his wrist, then to Tezuka. A confused expression was evident on his face. "Tezuka?" He felt extremely conscious all of a sudden. He dimly wondered if he was actually the one being bashful instead.

Tezuka kept his gaze at their united hands; he felt he could almost reach the sky. He secretly wondered, if he keeps holding on, he will finally be able to have a taste of simple delight, something he always yearned for even when he was just seven.

"Don't go." All the anticipation he depended on before was proved to be totally useless, for that was all Tezuka could managed when he gazed into those beautiful blue sky in front of him. He wasn't intended to make it sound liked an order; it just came out that way somehow. He cursed his own authoritative deep voice, though he was secretly glad that he didn't sound too pleading at the same time.

*****

Fog of silence was covering the two men, preventing all the needless sound from coming between. Not wanted to break the invisible hood of fog, Tezuka held his breath, hand kept gripping on the other man. He started to sweat despite the fact that he was currently under a roof with 20 degree Celsius. He was sure his own hand must been too damp to feel comfortable, yet he hoped Fuji wouldn't let go just because of this.

For a second Fuji looked stunned, the confused look he wore not long ago was completely ripped off. He blinked a few times, sky blue sparkling with light and shade, before closing them completely. He lowered his head, hiding his pale face with those honey silk locks. Looked very much like a child who just done something wrong and being caught by his parents.

*****

Tezuka darkly wondered should he let go, for he thought that Fuji looked very much like him to let go. Surely he won't feel too painful if he was willing to let go just now. But when Fuji finally raised his head and locked his gaze with his own, he instantly felt grateful that he didn't let go. Glittering drops of heaven's rain were slowly descending from the bright blue sky, making two shinning paths all the way down to earth. They danced with joy, spoke of longing, and smiled with love.

"What took you so long?"

*****

Crushing his body to Fuji's into a tight hug. Tezuka savored the other man's unique scent of fragrance, which strangely resembled the green glass of Cactus Jack. He smiled slightly, so that's why he loved Cactus Jack so much in the first place.

"Syusuke." It sounded a bit strange coming from his own mouth. Though he was sure he will get used to it, if not immediately.

"Hn, Kunimitsu?"

"...Why 31?" He couldn't help asking at the moment, he had contemplated about this for quite some time already.

"Because...you are 31."

Tezuka didn't know the meaning of this. But nothing seemed to matter now, as Fuji was kissing him sweetly, while smiling into the kiss."

*END*

A/N: I wonder is there anyone know the meaning of Tezuka is 31. Not because he looks like 31, of course ^^;.
By the way, in case you're wondering. Cactus Jack does exist and it's not invented by Fuji. You may find the info (such as abv and ingredients) of this drink HERE.

**Posted to: tezukafuji

Various Icons

2008-11-19T10:37:31Z

Icons: Various Type
Subject: Fatima (ANTM 10) x 5/ Katarzyna (ANTM 10) x 5/ Liverpool x 10/ Fuji Syusuke (Prince of Tennis) x 10
File Type: PNG

Fatima

*01	*02	*03	*04	*05

Katarzyna

*01	*02	*03	*04	*05

Liverpool

*01	*02	*03	*04	*05

*06	*07	*08	*09	*10

Fuji Syusuke

*01	*02	*03	*04	*05

*06	*07	*08	*09	*10

** Notes **
- Please feel free to use any of them.
- No hotlink please.
- Please credit elysis

Enjoy, hope you will like them.

**Posted to: 4_d_luv_of_fuji, liverpoolreds, topmodel_icons

Icons: The Perfect Pair

2008-10-13T09:44:50Z

Icons: Prince of Tennis (Tezuka Kunimitsu & Fuji Syusuke)
Subject: Original x 8/ Extra x 2/ Omake x 1
File Type: PNG
Resources Used: Please refer to the content page.
Special Thanks: The original idea of using the screen cap for *05 and *08 should goes to a1y_puff.
Notes: The subject of that 2 extra icons are butterfly (Fuji) and ice (Tezuka). I know they look off, blame my weird taste in graphics and stuff. As for the omake, it was originally for the original set, but then I changed my mind and make a new one.

Original

*01 *02 *03 *04

*05 *06 *07 *08

Extra

*01 *02

Omake

*01

** Notes **
- Please feel free to use any of them.
- No hotlink please.
- Please credit elysis

** Resources Used **
Pictures: Screen Captured from anime episode 174, 175 and 176, and OVA episode 15 and 21.
Font Face: English Font Face Download (Simplified Chinese website)

Enjoy, hope you will like them.

**Posted to: 4_d_luv_of_fuji, tezukafuji

Wasabi Apple

2008-09-16T04:27:41Z

This is a birthday fic for applentoast. Though it's already 5 days ago. I hope it's not too bad for a present(?).
Anyway...Belated Happy Birthday Yui!

Title: Wasabi Apple (please forgive me for my lack of imagination on naming)
Pairing: Perfect Pair
Genre: A boring humor...maybe?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Konomi-sensei owns the characters.
Summary: Fuji cheated on Tezuka (?!)
Warnings: Un-betaed, slightly crack.

"Yada*! Eiji, not there..."

"Nya? But you just told me a little bit lower, and it's lower now!"

"Mou, Eiji..."

When Tezuka was going to turn the door knob of the clubroom of Seishun Gakuen boys tennis club. He didn't mean to hear something like this. He just happened to show his face at the afternoon practice earlier than usual due to the postponing of the student council monthly meeting.

Tezuka wasn't someone who would eavesdrop. He certainly wasn't. It's just that when it involved Fuji, he had to make sure the smaller boy won't do some Tezuka-embarrassing-pranks or manage to turn the practice session into a disaster. He absolutely wasn't eavesdropping because of what the conversations seem implying to. No he wasn't.

"Mou Eiji! I said Yada! That tickles..."

"But Fuji! I'm just doing what you've asked nya!"

"..."

"Here nya?"

"Mm...kimochi**..."

"..."

"Ah...Ah! Eiji...could you please not rub that hard? It was starting to get hurt..."

"Nya? Gomen Fuji, I was just too concentrate and forget the force..."

Tezuka wasn't eavesdropping because of the satisfied moans Fuji gave. And he certainly wasn't irate because of what Fuji and Eiji seem doing. Of course he wasn't.

But still, he felt like exploding at any minute. And he sure it wasn't by the moans. It certainly didn't have anything to do with those sensual moans.

"N...ha..."

He couldn't take it anymore.

*****

"Kikumaru! Fuji!"

"?"

There, Fuji was lying prone on the bench, shirtless. There's a large towel place on the bench where Fuji lying on. Eiji, who’s kneeling beside Fuji, shirtless as well.

With a bottle of sun block in his left hand.

"Ah, Tezuka! Come here!"

"Ne, Tezuka, look! Eiji brought this for me yesterday. Would you want to have some? This is wasabi apple flavor***!"

Tezuka didn't know when Eiji got out of the club room. And he didn't even know when Fuji shoved the sun block into his own hand.

All he knew was Fuji looks palatable enough.

Though he never fond of wasabi, it won't hurt to give it a try, will it?

"Shouldn't you finish your task on hand first, Fuji?"

"Saa...you're right, Tezuka."

*END*

A/N:
* = やだ, means "No" in English.
** = 気持ち, means "Feel good", or "Comfortable" in English.
*** = This was just something I made up. I know it sounds weird, please don't mind me.

**Posted to: tezukafuji

Icon Textures 04 "Sensational Dream"

2008-08-20T03:51:57Z

Resources: Icon Textures 04 "Sensational Dream"
Content: 9 100*100 textures

Please download the zipped file at Mediafire:
04 "Sensational Dream"

** Notes **
- Please feel free to use any of them.
- No hotlink please.
- Comment would be appreciated.
- Please credit elysis

Enjoy, hope you will like them.

**Posted to: resourcelove, icon_extras, photoshopping, photoshop_lover

The Perfect Pair and Fuji Syusuke's Wallpapers

2008-08-17T12:30:59Z

Wallpapers: Perfect Pair and Fuji Syusuke
Subject: Perfect Pair x 3/ Fuji Syusuke x 2
Size Available: 1024*768
Resources Used: Please refer to the content page.
Notes: I haven't use Photoshop to make any stuff for very long time. So I hope they're not too bad. Please feel free to take anything you like and credit if you find my works are appealing enough to re-distribute. Thank you very much.

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Click the image to see the original size:

** Resources Used **
Pictures: Screen Captured from anime episode 95, 124, 174, 175 and 176.
Font Face: English Font Face Download (Simplified Chinese website)

**Posted to: 4_d_luv_of_fuji, tezukafuji

Watching Over You

2008-08-01T09:07:28Z

I may say this fic is a total failure, though I want to post it no matter what. I'd re-wrote it for almost 5 times already, so I don't want to re-write it anymore. For this fic, you can see it as a sequel for my another fic "Always Imagining, Always Waiting", or you can see it as a entirely new work. Depends on what you think.

Title: Watching Over You
Pairing: Perfect Pair
Genre: Angst (with a happy ending?)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. Except that particular object.
Summary: I'm always watching over you, and watching him watching you.
Warnings: Un-betaed, a totally non-sense fic.

Your eyes are closing; your face is pale; your lips are keeping in a straight line; your body is still and unmoving.

People kept coming and going. Some of them talked to you, some of them did some checking on you, some of them read some magazines or books to you. And yet, your form doesn’t even change a bit, as if totally detached from this world, as if you don't give a care to everything around you.

It's been nearly half a year already. Despite you've grown thinner; you are still the same with the time when you've been sent here.

The biggest difference is probably he started to come visiting you.

Unlike others, he never did any talking to you, nor did he do any checking on you. He would just sit beside you, clutching your small hand, not utter a word, for an hour or two.

I started wondering who he is; is he your friend? Is he your sibling? Or cousin? I wouldn't know, but I can always imagine. Maybe you are very close friends? Yet I feel there's something more. Whenever I see him clutches your hand, I feel a sense of longing emitting from his form, a longing beyond any kind of sentiment, bigger than everything. But I can't tell what it was.

Since you've been sent here, I kept watching you. At first, I watched you just out of bored. I've been here since I came to this world. I've seen lots of people; they would come and stay for a while, or a bit longer than awhile. And then they would go. Come and go, come and go...like an infinite loop in a false program, totally trapped in the looping and never came out.

You are a bit different though. For everyone I've seen here, you sure are the most special one. It's normal for the one who sent in here had the very same pale, dull and cloudy appearance. Unmoving. Almost monochrome, imprinted in the small frame of film.

When there's the time those people nearly send away, the people gathering around would clapping, shouting, laughing, chattering; or they would crying, sobbing, screaming, cursing. I thought that's disgusting, I hated this kind of affection. How ungraceful a human being can be? It's just an inevitable cycle of every living thing. They whether get well, or drop off. That's as simple as breathing. Couldn't they understand? I felt annoying; I never paid any heed on that.

Maybe you are pale, and you are unmoving. However, I never felt you dull, or cloudy. If possible, you are bright and shinning. As if you were wrapping in a blanket of glow, beautiful and invincible.

I hear a "click" noise sounded from the door knock, and the door flung open. He comes to see you again.

Like every other day, he walks up to you, and sat on the chair beside you. He clutches your hand tenderly, as if transferring his body warmth to your cold body.

There are tons of emotions mixed in his deep and hazel orbs; sadness, sorrow, remorse, dejected, longing, wishful. But among all, there's one strongest emotion being held in them. Like a wild life ready to burst out anytime.

I guess I understand now. I should understand from the beginning. The answer has shown clearly on his aura; from the very first day he came to see you. Probably I was too blind to see it, or as a result of me never paid any attention to the others but you.

He was not just sit here, clutch your hands, and watch over you plainly. He was trying to enter your soul, your heart. He was trying to go to the dreamland where making you reluctant to leave, to find the losing child, and to claim you back.

Suddenly, he dances his fingers across your white cheeks, to your slightly blue lips. He lingers his fingers there for a moment. Right after that, he bends down; kiss you on your lips. A light but long, tentatively but lovingly touch.

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That's strange, I feel weak and cold. Yet I feel warm and full of energy at the same time. I feel something soft and warm on my lips, I wonder what it is.

I slowly open my eyes. Though they are just a slit, I can still see clearly. I see light, soft light and not too bright. I see a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes that hidden under the rimless glasses. I see a face of a handsome boy, kissing me. A boy that guided me back, and waked my sense. A boy I love dearly for all of my life.

"Mitsu..." I managed to whisper in a soft voice. Although I would love to have you kissing me for eternity, I still want you to know I am back. You startle a little; draw back your handsome face a little. I smile slightly for this.

You then look me into your eyes, with such longing, relieved, and happiness. I watch you landing down, warming me by your sweet kiss once again.

"Welcome back, Syusuke."

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"Let's go, Syusuke." You tell me gently while putting a hand on my smaller back. I smile sweetly at you in response. Finally, I can discharged and back to my real dreamland, my lovely home.

While stepping my left feet out to the corridor, I turn around, staring at the white room I had lived in for the past half year for the last time. I scan the room; linger to one particular object for a moment. I feel there's something in the room I will miss, though I couldn't put a finger on it. Well, that's probably my imagination.

With a slightly sad smile, I whisper unintentionally.

"Good-bye."

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You are finally going. Staying here for nearly half year, you can finally back to your original place. You once came, and now you go. I watch you leading by him, one step after another, walking out from this room.

I don't know how to feel. For the first time in my life, I don't feel affection's disgusting at all. I don't feel annoying, or shameful for all means. Maybe, just maybe, I can be a little ungraceful sometime.

Suddenly, you turn around, staring at all of us. You scan all of us with your stunning azure orbs. Are you staring at me for a little longer? Well, that's probably my imagination.

"Good-bye." You whisper almost inaudibly. Maybe that would be the last time I hear your soft and comforting voice.

With that, you walk out from my life permanently.

Please believe me when I say I don't want to see you two ever after. Cause all I want is just your happiness.

And with him, I am sure you can have much more than that.

**Posted to: tezukafuji

The December Sun

2008-07-09T05:07:52Z

Another fic for the Perfect Pair. As you can see, I'm an angst-freak. And for those who are waiting for the sequel of "Always Imagining, Always Waiting", I'm still working on it. I've had an idea already, but I couldn't put it in words just yet.

Title: The December Sun
Pairing: Perfect Pair
Genre: Angst
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Fuji wondered if he could ever see the sun again.
Warnings: Un-betaed, character(s?!) death

It's raining again in the world outside.

The typical raining season had been far gone already, yet the rain seemed never really stopped. And looks like its not going to stop any time either.

Fuji looked out to the outside world through the cascade like window pensively. He wondered why there's so much rain in this time of year. Christmas was nearly approaching, it was supposed to be the season of joy and snow, yet he could feel neither of them. The rain drops fell down to the moral world continuously, showering all the things in the world as if all of them were some kind of dirt and guilt. It’s washing away all the colors, leaving only some plain gray and dull. He felt very cold; this sure would be the most unbearable winter he had ever experienced.

He used to very fond of the rain. Eiji had once asked him with his usual whine on a rainy day, that tennis players were not supposed to like rain, for it always went opposite with tennis. He had just smiled at the comment, and continued on his rain watching activity in the classroom. He though it's amusing, he had always found rain as some beautiful and graceful object, yet it always put people in the most ungraceful situation with its carefree appearance.

Backed to the present from his trance, Fuji's eyes widen. He thought he had seen Tezuka, in the world outside, holding a black umbrella, taking steady steps on the concrete and towards here. He got up from his previous position, rushing to the window; almost trap on the drip in the process. However, as he reached the side of the window, the figure had disappeared in the mist.

He closed his eyes, almost painfully, and slid down on the cold and hard floor. Indeed, that's impossible for him to see Tezuka here. Why on the earth would Tezuka appear in front of him again, for he had gone for nearly five years? He cursed himself mentally for his silly hallucination.

He had loved Tezuka, for he to helped Fuji find his true self, and to complete his life. Tezuka was a sweet lover. Well, sweet was definitely not the right word for the others to describe him, but not for Fuji. He found the word suited Tezuka well. Fuji laughed bitterly as the image of Tezuka gathering him close with his strong arms and nuzzled his ear lovingly coming to his mind. The tensai was sure his friends would die from laughing too hard if he tells them this side of Tezuka. Yet he didn't mind a bit. In fact he's proud of the fact that only he knew about the loving side of Tezuka, as if that was reserved for him, and only him.

But now, he hated Tezuka, he hated Tezuka more than anything in the world. He hated Tezuka for breaking his promise, he hated Tezuka for leaving him all alone, and he hated Tezuka for making him desperate. Most of all, he hated Tezuka for bringing him to this state, torn and broken. Maybe he's pathetic to think this way, but he really couldn't bring himself to say he loves Tezuka again. Fuji had all the reasons to hate him, and he had all the rights to do so.

And now, Fuji hated the rain as well. He hated the rain for making the human world inelegant, he hated the rain for covering all the things with its ugly skin, he hated the rain for making all the things hard to handle. And most of all, he hated the rain for bringing Tezuka along, together disappeared with the sparkling cloth.

He used to very fond of the rain, until the day the rain turned to an anguish shade of scarlet, making all the things full of aversion.

The rain continued to fall mercilessly, making all the things blur and dangerous. Fuji wondered absent-mindly when the last time he had seen the sun was. For once, he wished he could see the sun. He thought if he could ever see the sun again.

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Fuji opened his eyes, coming face to face with the white ceiling. He wondered what day was today. He tried to comprehend when the last time he gains consciousness was. He remembered he had seen Tezuka. He remembered he sitting on the floor, thinking of the past. He remembered the rain, and the sun. Ah yes, he remembered how he wishes he could see the sun again.

Something hit his eyes at his side, he averted his gaze and turned to the window. He saw something shine and bright. He saw sunlight. He saw the sun.

A small smile found its way to his pale lips. He gazed wishfully to the world outside. He still felt cold, yet he smiled all the same. The world seemed to be in function again. He could hear the laugher of some playing children, and the cheers of some chatting adult. He envied them; how he wishes he could embrace by the sun as well.

Fuji closed his eyes, he felt tired all of a sudden. He could still see the brightness of the sunlight through his closed eyelids. However, he felt cold, very very cold.

And he missed Tezuka. He decided that he still hated Tezuka, but he wanted to see him all the same.

He felt his breath unsteady, and his heart beat had slow down with every second passed. A beautiful smile graced his gray but still angelic face. He didn't feel cold anymore. He was going to see Tezuka; he could see Tezuka again very soon.

The sun of December had come back to its usual place. And Fuji had never felt that warm in his entire life.

** Posted to: tezukafuji

Always Imagining, Always Waiting

2008-06-30T10:07:40Z

I've always want to try write something but never succeed. Every time I go through what I've written I end up feeling frustrated. Frankly, this time was no difference whatsoever, but I want to post it out nonetheless. Please feel free to tell me what you think about it, even if you think its sucks. I would really like to know if I should continue on trying, or not. Thanks for everyone.

Title: Always Imagining, Always Waiting
Pairing: Perfect Pair
Genre: Angst
Rating: G
Disclaimer: All the characters in this story belong to Konomi-sensei, exclude the "I", that is.
Summary: Tezuka went to his secret dating place, but his lover's not coming.
Warnings: Un-betaed, character death (if you look at it that way)

You are standing here, again. Waiting for someone that would never came.

This is the fourth time you stand in front of me after that day, with a faraway look in your eyes. Maybe that's because you couldn't bring yourself to go to that place. You are still denying, you are still running away. Your silly thought told you if you don't go that way, everything would just be a dream, a very bad dream. So if you come here instead, you would wake up from that fearful dream eventually.

No, I think I'm wrong, you are never silly. You know clearly what's going on, and what the difference of dream and reality is. You just don't think you have enough courage to just go there and greet him like nothing happened.

You stand still, unmoving, like a beautiful, well-craved and unmarred statue. Then, you tilt your head, gazing at the sky, feeling the flow of wind, passing by with a carefree attitude. It caresses your chocolate-colored strands with its gentle breeze, soft and graceful, just like what he used to do with his hand. And the wind passes away, without too much thought of looking back.

I couldn't see very well what your expression by the time, since you're still tilting your head, and I'm way too short to look straight into your face. But then again, I could always imagine. Like whenever you were hugging each other, kissing passionately as if there's no need to breathe anymore. I couldn't tell your expression back then either. But I always know, I could always imagine, that you were happy, and content, as well as him.

This time is different thought, I wouldn't know, I couldn't imagine anything. I could only keep watching, and waiting.

Aa...maybe I was waiting with you.

And then I see two trails of clear liquid running down your pale cheeks. Is it raining now? No, surely not, if that's the case, I could definitely feel it. But I feel nothing. Are they tears then? No, I don't think so. You've never cried for almost a decade. The last time you cried, you were about seven. Your cousin had got into an accident, she injured badly and struggled for her life for almost 3 months. Unfortunately, she couldn't make it. That was the last time you cried, you've promised your mother then, boys don't cry, she said.

I remember the day you told him all about this. That was a pretty day. The sky was clear, seemingly no boundary. Light rain drops jumped all the way down to earth, cleaning and washing everything. The little droplets were dancing everywhere nonchalantly, together performing a melodic orchestra. Indeed, that was a refreshing day.

"Shh...don't cry" You said. He clung to you tightly as if you were his life support. Maybe you really were. You've used to think so, haven't you? You were always his strengths, you were always being there for him. You were friends, rivals, and most of all, you were lovers.

"Its okay, everything's going to be okay. I would always be there with you, I would never leave you." You whispered softly to his ear while rubbing his back with your palm in a soothing way. And then you started your story, how that accident happened, how you gone through all this with your very young age of seven, how that affected you deeply, and it still does. You told him all of this while kept hugging him tenderly.

He said you were so very brave as you finished your story. I couldn't help but to agreed with him. Everyone would agree with him. He even smiled and teased that you were actually a emotional person deep down, then you frowned a little, but smiled a little all the same, replied him "Aa...may be".

"That's why I love you," He paused. "You look indifferent and invincible, yet deep down, you care, you were emotional, and you were affectionate." He whispered with his sweet and gentle voice as he tightens his hold on you, breaking the comfortable silence that built while ago.

"But," he went on, "That's okay to cry once in a while, so that your anguish, sorrow, pain, all the things that hurt you inside would come out and go away with the tears. You would feel more free and real. You would brace yourself, and get ready for another day." With that, he sobbed some more, let the tears flowed down his flawless cheeks, combined with the purifying water from the sky, carried away by the gentle breeze. Soft sobbing sound could be heard occasionally, accompanied with the playful tapping melody.

As the rain continued falling, you two were soaked to bones already, hair and clothes were clinging to your bodies in the most uncomfortable way. Nonetheless none of you did a move. You two stood still, embracing each other lovingly. No one uttered a word, afraid of breaking the consoling environment.

You let him cried, maybe just a little bit more, you didn't care back then, what your mother had said, it didn't matter now. Maybe, just maybe, you would cry with him someday, and you would just let it be, as all that matters to you was him.

Aa...so they're tears after all. That someday had come. You keep tilting your head, and then you close your eyes. You could finally cry, you let your sorrow rushes out your eyes, you let your pain flows down your cheeks. A very soft, almost inaudible sobbing sound fill the air, and some more sobbing sound coming after. Finally, you couldn't control your emotions anymore. Tears flow freely down your face, all the way down to the soil. The atmosphere becomes a little bit suffocating.

I feel something wet dropped on my head, it's really raining now. The cute little droplets once again curing all the things with their graceful festiveness. You remove your rimless glasses out from your face, and let the painful droplets washed away by the rain. All the while, you remain still, and you have no intention to wipe away that water on your face.

It's so much like that day, clear sky, gentle breeze, light drizzle, the tears, and the sobbing sound. You remain still. It's just that you are the one who're crying and he is no longer being by your side. Yet these minor changes make the scene looks like totally reversed.

"I miss you so much, Syusuke." You whisper softly. This is the first time I've ever heard your voice in these four days. Though you said to whom, to the wind, or to me, I would not know. However, I could always imagine. As your yearning carried away by the same gentle breeze, I am sure he would definitely hear you, from a not very faraway place. Because he loved you so much to even leaves you alone.

After seems like eternity, you finally turn on your heels, and start to walk away. Where're you going? Are you finally decided to go there? I would not know, and I would never know. However, I could always imagine. I am sure you would never let go, and never forget. But you're not going to let yourself down, and surely you're not going to let him down either. Like what he said, you would brace yourself, and get ready for another day.

As you're walking away, the rain started to stop. What a dramatic scene, it leaves again as fast as it comes. Almost like it comes just for your sake. The final drop of clearness land on my head, runs all the way down to my rough cheeks. I let the sorrow flows, with that crystal drop of love, and carried away by the same gentle breeze.

I look down, at the soil you've stepped on just while ago. The muddy ground is all wet and messy now. Nonetheless, they are sparkling in my eyes. They're shimmering with your longing, glittering with your hope, and sparkling with you love. With your moist of sentiment, there will grow the most beautiful and stunning flower I've yet to seen.

Although he's no longer here, chatting animatedly with me. I hope you would still come and drop by once in a while. So that I could still imagine. Imagine that you're still with him, imagine that we're still chatting happily.

Maybe, just maybe, in the end, I was the one who're always waiting.

A/N: See how cruel I am, this is my first attempt and I just have to kill Fuji. Though I didn't mention anything about he's dead, so that you could also think it as another way, like he's just in a coma or something.

**Posted to: tezukafuji