Two halves of a Hyacinth.

Title : Two halves of a Hyacinth ( Chapter 2 )
Disclaimer : I’m just playing with them for a bit. They do not belong to me and I do not make any money out of this or them. This is written for pure entertaining and enjoyment purposes.
Summary : What do you do when your lover disappears? Do you continue loving or move on? The question is, can you truly move on.
Author’s note : -
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Tezuka sits in the study room, awake at 2.11 am. He taps the pen continuously on the side of the desk as he brainstorms. He hasn’t been able to come up with anything even remotely impressive. Woe was him for not being born a natural romantic player much less a Romeo. He slumps back in his chair and his eyebrows knit together in frustration. He closes his eyes and studies the mental image of the objects on the table. They say that inspiration comes when you least expect it as well as from places you’d never guess. Blinking several times, he picks up a blue paper weight that Fuji gave him while they were still in highschool. He cracked a small smile as he recalled that day.

The brunette had been sitting in the Student Council room with the window open because the electricity was out that day. Of course it just had to be the day that all the club activity reports were submitted and Tezuka hated to have his work pile up. He preferred to keep his “IN” tray empty and neat. Luckily for him there was a slight breeze passing through that afternoon. Unluckily for him, he was having a hard time keeping all his papers in order as they kept flapping or flying away because of the wind. Fuji had been standing in the doorway watching his captain and sniggering as papers escaped from him. Slinking up towards his buchou, he made no sound and startled Tezuka even more as he whispered into his ear.

“ Need a hand?” Kunimitsu eyed the fair headed man wirily, not sure what he had up his sleeve.

“ It’s nothing I can’t handle, Fuji.” His voice was calm and collected but he was still using two hands to hold down the reports.

“ Of course, Tezuka-san. I shall be on my way then. I’ll leave my friend here to keep your company.” Before leaving, Fuji pulled out a blue object from his pocket and left it on the table. He gave the bespectacled man a quick peck on the cheek, smiled as Kunimitsu’s face turned pick then turned on his heels and walked out.

Swallowing hard, Tezuka retained his composure and picked up the blue object. It was a smooth stone that had been dipped in several coats of bright blue paint. Apart from that it had two eyeballs glued to the top that fell in gravity’s direction. It was cute and made the perfect paperweight. Afterwards the student council president had no problems looking over his reports without worrying about papers flying away.

‘ Fuji was always so attentive and had the best timing. That little minx really is a tensai.’ Pulling himself out of his trip down memory lane, the taller man placed the paperweight back down on the desk. He got up and thought maybe a drink would help fuel his creative juices a little. He pushes the chair back and winces as the chair making contact with the floor produced a creaky, almost eerie sound. Tezuka got up and walked into the kitchen. He thought some coffee might be able to jolt him out of this unproductive brainstorming session.

The left hander passes the living room when the flowers on the coffee table catch his eye. He detours from the kitchen and ends up sitting on the couch. He stares off into space as his eyelids begin to feel heavy. Kunimitsu rests his head on the back of the sofa and allows his eyelids to droop close. The buchou is on the verge of drifting off to sleep when the sound of thunder cracking above head wakes him up. Removing his glasses, he rubs his eyelids and temples in frustration.

Why is this so hard? All he wanted was to come up with the best birthday plan for his lover but this is ridiculous! He can’t seem to come up with an idea, not even a bad one. This would be Fuji’s 24th Birthday and since his birthday only came once every four years, he wanted to do something big. Sure they celebrated his birthday annually but that was just the conventional dinner at a restaurant then love making till the tensai couldn’t stand the next day. Sure Tezuka had no problem with that but he just wanted things to be different this year. He wanted to do something Fuji would never be able to forget, ever. He wanted to show the fair haired man how much he meant to him so it had to be over the top; perfect.

Picking up one of the flowers from the vase, he brought it to his nose and inhaled. A sweet smelling scent wafted into his nasal passage and he sighed. He liked the smell of gardenias. It was Fuji whom introduced him to the joys of flowers. Tezuka’s mother had tried to educate her beloved son about the joys of gardening but it seems as though he wasn’t one with a green thumb. Instead, he managed to kill everything and that included cactuses. The smaller man had given him a couple of cactuses claiming even an idiot could keep a pair of them alive. Guess it was fool proof but not Tezuka proof.

Chocolate colored eyes widened just a little and the ex buchou smiled. He got it. The ingenious idea finally came to him. Alas, he could climb back into bed and get some rest. The worry had been keeping him awake till now. He was pretty excited about the plan but, he’ll work it out in greater detail when morning came, or whenever he woke up. Now he’d just return to bed before his lover realized his long absence from the bed. He didn’t want Fuji to get suspicious. It would be such a bummer if the tensai found out about the plan before Tezuka had a chance to execute it. He padded back into the bedroom and climbed back in next to the sleeping form. Rolling over towards Syuusuke’s side, Tezuka watched the steady rise and fall of his lover’s chest. His hair was a blond mess atop his pillow, with some of his fair locks covering his eyes and other parts of his beautiful face. Slender fingers pushed Fuji’s hair out of his face and the taller man traced the outline of his face with the back of his knuckles. He kissed the sleeping man’s forehead then turned and fell asleep almost instantly.

Morning came sooner than Tezuka would have liked but he managed to pull himself out of bed anyways. He was awoken by a rather naughty tongue invading his earlobe and another finger tracing lazy circled on his arm. Listening more intently, he could almost hear Fuji’s silky voice calling his name. As he concentrated more, the voice became clearer and clearer. He popped an eye open and watched as the tensai hovered above him, asking him to wake up. Good to know he wasn’t going insane and hearing things in his head but that didn’t mean he wanted to get up just yet.

Later that morning, both of them were seated having breakfast together. Each was absorbed with their own train of thoughts as they ran through their plans for the day. Tezuka had finished his breakfast and had moved on to his dessert which was his newspaper. It was unheard of for the brown haired man to leave the house without first digesting the news unless it was an emergency. Fuji was sipping on his wasabi tea when his lover finally laid his newspaper down and neatly folded it in half. Tezuka pushed his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose before he spoke and broke the silence.

“ Syuu, are you working late on Thursday?” Fuji looked over at the man seated across him and cocked his head to one side.

“ No, I’m not. My shoot finishes on Tuesday, latest Wednesday. Should I be curious as to why you’re asking?” The tone of his voice was nothing less than curous and coy as he answered.

“ Mmm.. Okay then.” Selective hearing seemed to be one of Tezuka’s polished skills as he completely ignored Fuji’s query. The fair haired man knew the conversation was over once his lover pulled his newspaper up and blocked him from his sight. After years of being with one another, one grows accustom to the habits of the other. The tensai was tempted to go over and get the truth out of Tezuka but he though it would be more fun not knowing. After all, he liked surprises. No more was said as they returned to sitting in comfortable silence.

Fuji was sitting in the living room dressed in a loose beige top and navy blue short. He had pulled the sleeves of his t-shirt upwards towards his shoulders so that it was looser at the collar and plunged to reveal his collarbones. The blue shorts he had on could barely called shots as it hardly even covered his toned creamy thighs. The tensai was propped up on the couch with a book in hand. The rhythmic tick of the clock made for calming background noise. He was intensely immersed in the book as his azure eyes ran across the page, line after line. He didn’t even notice the taller man’s presence behind him till his book was closed and taken out of his hands. The porcelain skinned man was about to wring Tezuka’s neck for disturbing him while in his reading bubble when his eyes caught sight of a flickering light to the right of his lover. He looked more closely and cocked his head, smiling as he saw the small cake.

“ Happy 24th Birthday, Syuusuke”. And with that the clock stroke midnight.

Tezuka made his way around the couch and turned off the lights along the way. He took a seat on the sofa and placed the cake on the coffee table. Fuji’s eyes sparkled as the candles bathed the room in a very slight glow, leaving most of it dark. His boyfriend had picked out the digit candles rather than opting for the usual pink with white swirly line candles for him. The taller man pushed a plastic knife into Fuji’s hands for him to cut the hardened batter mixture. Tezuka’s nervous voice then filled the room as he sang Happy Birthday to Fuji.

“ Remember to make a wish”. Tezuka whispered to Fuji before kissing him on the cheek.

Like a young child, the birthday boy closed his eyes tightly and was silent for a moment. Finally blue orbs snapped open and the tensai cracked a smile. He blew out the candles with ease and was about to cut the cake when the candles relit themselves. His eyebrows came together in a frown as he tried to put the candles out again this time blowing just a little harder. Yet again the candles refused to go out. He chuckled as he realized Kunimitsu had used relighting candles on him. Returning his attention to the cake, he sliced it with ease then carried it back into the kitchen.

The fair haired man returned carrying two plates of cake, one for each of them. Handing the other plate to Tezuka, he flopped down on the seat next to his boyfriend and watched him. The other man could feel Fuji’s eyes on him as he cut the cake and was bringing it to his lips. Their eyes met and in silent conversation, brown eyes asked him flatly, “what?”.

The smaller man cocked his head to the side again and in a whiny voice said, “ Aren’t you going to feed the birthday boy?” The brown haired man released a breath he didn’t know he was holding and sighed softly. Fuji was up to one of his games again, big surprise, especially when it’s his birthday.

Left with little choice, Tezuka complied with his boyfriend’s request. Fuji made sure to make it obvious that he was savoring the cake as he slid it almost sensually off Kunimitsu’s fork. Tezuka narrowed his eyes at the tensai and wondered what he had up his sleeve this evening. Staring straight into chocolate orbs, Fuji licked his lips then raised his eyebrow.

‘Was that an invitation?’ Tezuka wondered.

Fuji’s fingers enclosed over Tezuka’s and slowly pulled the plate out of his grasp. He then repositioned himself and then was straddling the ex captain. He began a slow grind over Tezuka and then began to nibble his ear. The friction caused by the rubbing of the two materials was beginning to have an effect on the brunette. Fuji traced ghostly touches over Tezuka’s washboard abs and a tingle went down the taller man’s spine.

“ Someone’s being a naughty boy today.” He winked at Tezuka placed a wet kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

“ Fuji..” He was short of breath as he tried his best to steady his voice.

He could feel his length semi hard and beginning to rub against the confines of his sweatpants. Tezuka knew he had to stop this now or he’ll just tire them both out before he could execute tomorrow’s plan. He still had several things left to finish up and if this continued, he’d never get to it. Of course Fuji picked this time to become a master of selective hearing and was ignoring his futile attempt to gain his attention.

A velvety tongue had begun to suck on the bespectacled man’s adam’s apple. A lick, a nip then a wet kiss. With that ongoing cycle, there was surely to be a mark when morning came. What was Fuji doing, marking him? He wasn’t some sort of properly for heaven’s sake. Sure he sometimes did it to his lover and would meet with such disapproval, one would think the little minx would be totally against it but now here he is doing the exact same thing. How ironic it was.

It takes all of Tezuka’s willpower to resist the smaller man and with that takes his wandering hands and yanks them off him.

“ Fuji!” A look of shock and disbelief dances in those azure eyes that were studying the brown haired man’s face.

“ What’s wrong?” Syuusuke prodded as Tezuka released the hold on Fuji’s hands. They fell on either side of Tezuka’s head, boxing it in a loose frame. Brown eyes couldn’t meet blue eyes and Tezuka looked away before the words left his lips.

“ I’m not in the mood.” He regretted them instantly.

“ … That’s never been a problem before.” A short pause was apparent before Fuji’s reply. His voice is cold but he still leaves some leeway just in case his lover changed his mind.

“ I don’t want to do it.” It pained Tezuka to say such untruths to his lover but somehow managed to maintain a steady voice. Better yet, he managed a voice so devoid and cold, it was flat.

The fair haired man looked so crest fallen at the flat out rejection, he could hardly believe it. It took him a moment to understand what Kunimitsu had said. Once it sunk in, he promptly removed himself from atop Tezuka. He crawls over to the other end of the couch and allows his boyfriend to pull himself upright. The taller man studies Syuusuke but doesn’t attempt to say anything. It is sometimes difficult to determine what sort of reaction he would receive from his lover. He knew he should say something to soften the blow but what could be said when you just told your boyfriend you didn’t want to have sex with him on his birthday?

He thought maybe he would give him the excuse of him needing to be up early the next morning or something along those lines but it seemed to lame. Fuji will undoubtedly see through his excuses then and without more concrete reasons to back it up, it would make matters even worst. It was pathetic.

“ Is this some sort of joke, Tezuka? Because if it is, it’s not the least bit funny.” Fuji’s gaze was focused on a random spot on the ground, his eyes soft but there was such hurt in his voice. When Tezuka said nothing, he finally looked at him.

“ You’re not even going to tell me why?” The brown haired man could see anger beginning to boil under Fuji’s blood and it was only a matter of time before the volcano would truly erupt. He closed his eyes and sighed. Here we go.

“ Do you want a reason?”

“ Even if it was not the truth, the least you could do is lie to me to make me feel just a little better, don’t you think!” The smaller man rises from the couch and stares at Tezuka in horrid anger. Tezuka realizes there is murder in those blue eyes.

“ You would hate me for it.” Again, another cold emotionless reply from the brown haired man. It pains him to hurt his boyfriend this way but he has to for the sake of the plan.

“ What makes you think I don’t already..” It is a statement rather than a question. With that Syuusuke sneers at Tezuka then turns on his heel and stomps off towards the bedroom.

“ What a lousy way to welcome in my birthday, which I only have ONCE EVERY FOUR YEARS!” His normally seductive silky voice is now only filled with pain, hurt and disgust. That very voice booms from the bedroom followed by the slam of the bedroom door. He made sure to stress on the fact that it came only during a leap year.

His boyfriend could be such a drama queen sometimes, but he wouldn’t be Fuji if he wasn’t. Tezuka sighed and felt so exasperated. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all. It doesn’t seem to be getting off to such a great start anyways. What if he hates it? What if he doesn’t forgive me? What if he wants to part of it tomorrow? Tezuka’s thoughts were swimming in his mind and he thought he might get a headache in the near future.

Turning on the television, he began to zone out after a while. His thoughts were a million miles away from the current scene on screen. After a while he found the sound annoying and muted the thing all together. He could try to apologize later towards the early hours of morning, Fuji should have calmed down by then. Slender fingers reach for the remote and presses the red button, sending the idiot box into a state of slumber again.

Fuji used to be able to keep his cool and not explode as soon but recently, or more like the last couple of years, it seems as though he’s finally found an outlet for his anger; Tezuka.

TBC…

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Hello again world! And Yay! Chapter two has finally been posted. I was having writers block so forgive me for the delay. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this. Thanks for reading. As always, reviews and comments are welcomed. Have a good week now :)