Prince of Tennis: Tezu/Fuji Drabbles
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Adult ++
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7
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Beneath the Cherry Blossoms
Written for the 31_days lj community
Day/Theme: 8/7/07: "Poetry just dawned on me"
Rating: PG
A/N: I think the Haiku was the hardest part of this whole thing:(
##
Beneath the Cherry Blossoms
“Yamane, bend your knees more and loosen your grip a little on the forehand swing!”
“Yes, Buchou!”
Tezuka’s eyes never leave the court where he is watching a practice match between two first years, but he’s very aware of the slight, smiling figure standing close to him, “Yamane, loosen your grip!”
“Yes, Buchou! Like this?”
“Eh, Tezuka?” Fuji asks, rocking on the balls of his feet, his hands clasped loosely behind his back, “Yamane-kun’s improving rather well. Don’t you think?”
Finally, Tezuka’s full attention is on Fuji and his eyes slant towards the prodigy, an incredulous expression barely contained in their dark depths, “Improving? He can hardly hit the ball.”
“Well, considering that when he first started, he couldn’t hit the ball at all, “Fuji replies, tilting his head thoughtfully, “I think that going from at all to hardly is to be called an improvement.”
Tezuka opens his mouth, then shuts it as he realizes he has no response for the completely Fuji-like observation, but a small smile touches the corner of his mouth.
“Eh, Tezuka?” Fuji draws his attention again and this time when Tezuka turns his head he is caught in an azure stare, “Let’s walk home together after practice, okay?”
Tezuka nods his assent and, with a cheerful little hum, Fuji walks away but not before he whispers in Tezuka’s ear, lips so close that they brush the sensitive shell, “The usual place.”
Tezuka watches him, a thoughtful expression on his face before he shrugs and turns back to he match still in progress, “Yamane, you’ll injure yourself if you don’t loosen your grip! Ten laps around the court for making me repeat myself!”
“Awwwww!!”
“Twenty laps!”
“Yes, Buchou!
##
“Tezuka!”
He turns at the sound of his name being called and frowns when he catches sight of the redheaded ball of energy barreling towards him, but he waits patiently for Eiji to reach him.
“Sorry, Tezuka,” Eiji apologizes as he breathlessly approaches him, “will it be all right if I’m late for practice tomorrow?”
“I can excuse it if there is a good reason.”
“My grandmother hurt her ankle today doing aerobics, can you believe that? Anyways, my mom wants me to check up on her after school, just to make sure she’s comfortable.” Eiji stops to take a quick breath, “I’m the only one out of my brothers and sisters whose school is close enough to the house to do this. I wouldn’t ask otherwise.”
“That’s fine. I’ll explain the situation to Ryuzaki-sensei.” Tezuka watches Eiji fidget for a moment, then adds, “Do you want to be excused for the whole practice? To care for her, I mean?”
Eiji shakes his head vigorously, “Nah, thirty minutes should do it.”
“Okay, please let her know that I hope she gets well soon.”
“Will do! Thanks!” Eiji turns and heads back the way he came, yelling behind him, “Gotta go! Oishi’s waiting for me! I’m getting treated to ice cream, nya!”
Tezuka watches as Eiji speeds off, running full tilt towards the front gates of the school. He shakes his head at the silly thought that he can see the trail of smoke that Eiji leaves behind as the redhead disappears from view.
Tezuka turns and walks towards his and Fuji’s meeting place. The line of trees comes into view and Tezuka looks around for a glimpse of the brown haired tensai. When he doesn’t see Fuji waving to him as he usually does, he begins to worry and checks his watch. He frowns when he realizes that his little talk with Eiji has made him five minutes late but, surely, Fuji wouldn’t have become upset at that?
Tezuka sighs, then shrugs. It’s often beyond him what Fuji’s whims are going to be one second to the next and he’d rather go with the flow, than give himself a migraine trying to second-guess his friend. He decides that he’ll wait ten minutes to see if the tensai will show up or not.
He sits down at the base of a tree, his back resting against its sturdy trunk and glances around at his surroundings, letting the peace and quiet of the small copse relax him. After a moment, he pulls a book that he found in his locker, left there no doubt by Fuji, from his bag.
"Haiku for the Lover’s Soul"
Tezuka’s lips curl in amusement at the title and he laughs quietly, but gamely opens the book and soon finds himself absorbed in the simple lines and beauty of the poems. A noise startles him and he quickly glances up.
Fuji jogs towards him, his flushed face showing that he must have run all the way to the meeting place, “Sorry, Tezuka, I left my bag in my locker and had to get it before they locked the doors.”
"It's okay, I was just reading." Tezuka says as he holds up the book.
Fuji stops and smiles even as he tries to catch his breath. A gentle gust of wind blows the cherry blossoms from the trees and they shower Fuji with their delicate petals. He laughs and shields his face from them.
Tezuka stares mesmerized, then he smiles and quotes softly:
Love, on a spring breeze
Like the cherry blossoms fly
He will come to you
End
Day/Theme: 8/7/07: "Poetry just dawned on me"
Rating: PG
A/N: I think the Haiku was the hardest part of this whole thing:(
##
Beneath the Cherry Blossoms
“Yamane, bend your knees more and loosen your grip a little on the forehand swing!”
“Yes, Buchou!”
Tezuka’s eyes never leave the court where he is watching a practice match between two first years, but he’s very aware of the slight, smiling figure standing close to him, “Yamane, loosen your grip!”
“Yes, Buchou! Like this?”
“Eh, Tezuka?” Fuji asks, rocking on the balls of his feet, his hands clasped loosely behind his back, “Yamane-kun’s improving rather well. Don’t you think?”
Finally, Tezuka’s full attention is on Fuji and his eyes slant towards the prodigy, an incredulous expression barely contained in their dark depths, “Improving? He can hardly hit the ball.”
“Well, considering that when he first started, he couldn’t hit the ball at all, “Fuji replies, tilting his head thoughtfully, “I think that going from at all to hardly is to be called an improvement.”
Tezuka opens his mouth, then shuts it as he realizes he has no response for the completely Fuji-like observation, but a small smile touches the corner of his mouth.
“Eh, Tezuka?” Fuji draws his attention again and this time when Tezuka turns his head he is caught in an azure stare, “Let’s walk home together after practice, okay?”
Tezuka nods his assent and, with a cheerful little hum, Fuji walks away but not before he whispers in Tezuka’s ear, lips so close that they brush the sensitive shell, “The usual place.”
Tezuka watches him, a thoughtful expression on his face before he shrugs and turns back to he match still in progress, “Yamane, you’ll injure yourself if you don’t loosen your grip! Ten laps around the court for making me repeat myself!”
“Awwwww!!”
“Twenty laps!”
“Yes, Buchou!
##
“Tezuka!”
He turns at the sound of his name being called and frowns when he catches sight of the redheaded ball of energy barreling towards him, but he waits patiently for Eiji to reach him.
“Sorry, Tezuka,” Eiji apologizes as he breathlessly approaches him, “will it be all right if I’m late for practice tomorrow?”
“I can excuse it if there is a good reason.”
“My grandmother hurt her ankle today doing aerobics, can you believe that? Anyways, my mom wants me to check up on her after school, just to make sure she’s comfortable.” Eiji stops to take a quick breath, “I’m the only one out of my brothers and sisters whose school is close enough to the house to do this. I wouldn’t ask otherwise.”
“That’s fine. I’ll explain the situation to Ryuzaki-sensei.” Tezuka watches Eiji fidget for a moment, then adds, “Do you want to be excused for the whole practice? To care for her, I mean?”
Eiji shakes his head vigorously, “Nah, thirty minutes should do it.”
“Okay, please let her know that I hope she gets well soon.”
“Will do! Thanks!” Eiji turns and heads back the way he came, yelling behind him, “Gotta go! Oishi’s waiting for me! I’m getting treated to ice cream, nya!”
Tezuka watches as Eiji speeds off, running full tilt towards the front gates of the school. He shakes his head at the silly thought that he can see the trail of smoke that Eiji leaves behind as the redhead disappears from view.
Tezuka turns and walks towards his and Fuji’s meeting place. The line of trees comes into view and Tezuka looks around for a glimpse of the brown haired tensai. When he doesn’t see Fuji waving to him as he usually does, he begins to worry and checks his watch. He frowns when he realizes that his little talk with Eiji has made him five minutes late but, surely, Fuji wouldn’t have become upset at that?
Tezuka sighs, then shrugs. It’s often beyond him what Fuji’s whims are going to be one second to the next and he’d rather go with the flow, than give himself a migraine trying to second-guess his friend. He decides that he’ll wait ten minutes to see if the tensai will show up or not.
He sits down at the base of a tree, his back resting against its sturdy trunk and glances around at his surroundings, letting the peace and quiet of the small copse relax him. After a moment, he pulls a book that he found in his locker, left there no doubt by Fuji, from his bag.
"Haiku for the Lover’s Soul"
Tezuka’s lips curl in amusement at the title and he laughs quietly, but gamely opens the book and soon finds himself absorbed in the simple lines and beauty of the poems. A noise startles him and he quickly glances up.
Fuji jogs towards him, his flushed face showing that he must have run all the way to the meeting place, “Sorry, Tezuka, I left my bag in my locker and had to get it before they locked the doors.”
"It's okay, I was just reading." Tezuka says as he holds up the book.
Fuji stops and smiles even as he tries to catch his breath. A gentle gust of wind blows the cherry blossoms from the trees and they shower Fuji with their delicate petals. He laughs and shields his face from them.
Tezuka stares mesmerized, then he smiles and quotes softly:
Love, on a spring breeze
Like the cherry blossoms fly
He will come to you
End