another PoT fanfic: warning BL hints

A sms exchange of a story which Atobe-sama n i came up with. I expanded from there

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The usually-unfazed stotic captain just met his match. It was a bright and a slightly warm day.

However Tezuka Kunimitsu, Seigaku Tennis Club's captain, felt as if a pile of snow just fell onto him, his hand could barely hold tight onto his handphone, trying to rationalise what had just happened.

"Tezuka, come over..let's..do it again - "

"Fuji?"

"Tezu-"

There was an abrupt *click*

"Fuji!"

and the line was disconnected.

Suddenly Tezuka was very aware of his surroundings. He was aware that no one was within earshot, no one was near him or far away from him to catch his frozen shocked expression.

He found himself running, running with all his strength. Years of strict training has paid off and with much admiration from his juniors - except Echizen Ryoma, the first-year student who became a regular by his - Tezuka's - decision. Perhaps Inui's self-made drinks did boost the team’s endurance and stamina.

Reminded of Inui’s hundred-percent smile and the eyes hidden mysteriously behind his black-rimmed glasses and how – for the umpteenth time - he barely evaded Inui’s personal persuasions to taste his concoctions – juices – Tezuka could taste the bitter bile in his own tongue.

He realized that his thoughts had drifted afar from what he should do. He refused to rationalise why – he needed all the strength and energy he had to get to Fuji. Was Fuji alright? Calling the police without any evidence was not the right thing to do as one needs absolute evidence or clues to support one’s statement..but..would it be too late?

“Fuji..” Could Echizen keep up with this sudden acceleration?

Finally, his heart could burst – the gates to Fuji’s door which would –

Tezuka Kunimitsu, why did you press the intercom button at this time? Again refusing to rationalise how and why the gates were already opened, he tried to focus on his next move. Fuji..be safe..Tezuka sprang again into a sprint, not listening to any warning in his body – the door was unlocked -

“Tezuka..”

The captain of Seigaku Tennis Club stood frozen by the door.

The opened door led his eyes to a table in the middle of the hall. On the table were small scattered thick plastic blocks and surrounding the table three seated males looking back at him: there was his brown-hair azure-eyed genius

Fuji..

“Na Tezuka, finally you are awed by my powers. But that - ” a snap sliced through the air –“is not a good reason to keep ME waiting.”

Atobe..

“Oi ya, Tezuka finally shows up..crafty naa..”

Oshitari..

“Tezuka.”

He turned to the familiar voice he could never say no to..Fuji's smile was the sun's. “Hurry, come, sit here.." his fingers trailed alongside an empty chair, "the mahjong game is about to start."

Tezuka Kunimitsu almost fainted.

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Comments

Lay Peng said...
MAHJONG!!!! haha~ tat's a good one.... gah~ love the slash...
hehe...... .... ..... ...... THAT'S A GOOD ONE!!!!
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Young Minstrel said...
XD!!! thank u!!! i was nervous as to how the comments will be..i wouldn't have it without my friend who started the whole thing..(come to think of it..how did it began?)
10:41 PM