[Drabbles - TezuFuji] Night's Calls for thallein
Title: Night’s Calls
Author: a1y_puff
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Tezuka, Fuji
Prompt: #47. Stars
Genre: Friendship-leaning-shippy. LoL.
Word Count: 652
Rating: G
Summary: Ever since he moved to Germany, Tezuka had gotten used to the occasional phone calls from Fuji.
Warnings: unbetaed, last-minute. Random.
Disclaimer: PoT belongs to Konomi-sensei. Tezuka and Fuji belong to each other. Prompt belongs to 50scenes. Only the plot is mine xp
A/N: For thallein, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE!! I know you’ve been busy and I don’t know if you’d read this on your birthday but I still want to write you something coz you’ve been an awesome beta for me! Though I am sorry this sucky drabble is nothing compared to your awesomeness, I hope it would at least make you smile :)
~ NIGHT’S CALLS ~
It had been kind of a routine. Ever since Tezuka came to Germany, there would be occasional phone calls from Fuji. The time was never fixed; it could be on weekends, in the middle of weekdays, sometimes he would call twice in a week, or not calling for a whole month.
But Fuji would always call when it was nighttime on his side of the world.
And on those nights, Tezuka would particularly feel like he missed Japan so much. It might be the language that he no longer spoke or heard daily, or the stories of his friends that Fuji delivered to him, or simply the way Fuji’s voice was naturally soothing; Tezuka would always found himself almost wishing he was there, in Japan, with his family, his friends… with Fuji.
Tezuka never really thought about why Fuji chose to call when the stars were already up there in the sky; he assumed that Fuji merely didn’t want to disturb his daytime activities. Sometimes though, Tezuka wondered why Fuji would go out of his way to adjust to his schedule.
And before he knew it, the question flowed out of his lips to the other side of the lines, tonight.
There was a pause after Tezuka uttered the question, and he could swear Fuji was smiling on the other side. Then, the response he received was another question: “Do you know that people tend to get sentimental at night?”
He was almost tempted to give Fuji a frown that said ‘what does it have to do with my question?’ but then Fuji wouldn’t be able to see it, so he wisely chose to be vocal and answered, “I’ve heard of it.”
“That is the reason,” Fuji said lightly, and before Tezuka could question the relation, he added in an oh-so-casual tone, “I want you to miss me.”
Tezuka didn’t comment on that, and Fuji conveniently bent the topic. They continued to talk just as casual as if what Fuji had said earlier was merely one of his jokes.
Or at least, a half-joke.
Things got busy soon after. Fuji still sent him emails at least once a week, but it had been a month or so since the last phone call. There was a certain sense of loss that Tezuka couldn’t really pinpoint after a long while not hearing Fuji’s voice.
Maybe, those night’s calls had really made him missed Fuji that much.
Tezuka thought he should get back at Fuji for that.
It was during a break at his afternoon tennis practice that Tezuka fished his cellphone out of his bag and dialed Fuji’s number for the first time after his departure to Germany. He thought that it was probably quite late at night in Japan, but Fuji wasn’t the type to sleep early anyway, especially on weekends.
A few seconds of wait, and he could hear a smile from the cheerful “Hello, Tezuka”. He could also hear the slight surprise within the smooth voice, and the corner of his lips twitched upwards.
“You haven’t gone to sleep,” was the sentence he chose to say hello to his friend.
“I’m watching the stars,” Fuji chuckled airily. “To what honor do I deserve this phone call, by the way?” he asked playfully.
“Nothing,” Tezuka paused and he glanced up at the sky, which was still very much blue with little stark of orange and pink. There was yet any star in his part of the sky. “People tend to be sentimental at night, don’t they?”
There was a pause before a silvery laugh chimed in Tezuka’s ears. The sound of Fuji’s laughter sounded like it contained a mixed emotions; amusement, nerves, and mostly, delight.
“They do,” Fuji managed to gasp in the middle of his mirth. Then, he toned down his laughter, and a gentle “I miss you too” rang in Tezuka’s ear.
And that was all he needed to hear.
~NeverEnding~
A/N: Did I make sense...? I hope it doesn't suck badly. Reviews are much appreciated. :D
Author: a1y_puff
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Tezuka, Fuji
Prompt: #47. Stars
Genre: Friendship-leaning-shippy. LoL.
Word Count: 652
Rating: G
Summary: Ever since he moved to Germany, Tezuka had gotten used to the occasional phone calls from Fuji.
Warnings: unbetaed, last-minute. Random.
Disclaimer: PoT belongs to Konomi-sensei. Tezuka and Fuji belong to each other. Prompt belongs to 50scenes. Only the plot is mine xp
A/N: For thallein, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE!! I know you’ve been busy and I don’t know if you’d read this on your birthday but I still want to write you something coz you’ve been an awesome beta for me! Though I am sorry this sucky drabble is nothing compared to your awesomeness, I hope it would at least make you smile :)
~ NIGHT’S CALLS ~
It had been kind of a routine. Ever since Tezuka came to Germany, there would be occasional phone calls from Fuji. The time was never fixed; it could be on weekends, in the middle of weekdays, sometimes he would call twice in a week, or not calling for a whole month.
But Fuji would always call when it was nighttime on his side of the world.
And on those nights, Tezuka would particularly feel like he missed Japan so much. It might be the language that he no longer spoke or heard daily, or the stories of his friends that Fuji delivered to him, or simply the way Fuji’s voice was naturally soothing; Tezuka would always found himself almost wishing he was there, in Japan, with his family, his friends… with Fuji.
Tezuka never really thought about why Fuji chose to call when the stars were already up there in the sky; he assumed that Fuji merely didn’t want to disturb his daytime activities. Sometimes though, Tezuka wondered why Fuji would go out of his way to adjust to his schedule.
And before he knew it, the question flowed out of his lips to the other side of the lines, tonight.
There was a pause after Tezuka uttered the question, and he could swear Fuji was smiling on the other side. Then, the response he received was another question: “Do you know that people tend to get sentimental at night?”
He was almost tempted to give Fuji a frown that said ‘what does it have to do with my question?’ but then Fuji wouldn’t be able to see it, so he wisely chose to be vocal and answered, “I’ve heard of it.”
“That is the reason,” Fuji said lightly, and before Tezuka could question the relation, he added in an oh-so-casual tone, “I want you to miss me.”
Tezuka didn’t comment on that, and Fuji conveniently bent the topic. They continued to talk just as casual as if what Fuji had said earlier was merely one of his jokes.
Or at least, a half-joke.
Things got busy soon after. Fuji still sent him emails at least once a week, but it had been a month or so since the last phone call. There was a certain sense of loss that Tezuka couldn’t really pinpoint after a long while not hearing Fuji’s voice.
Maybe, those night’s calls had really made him missed Fuji that much.
Tezuka thought he should get back at Fuji for that.
It was during a break at his afternoon tennis practice that Tezuka fished his cellphone out of his bag and dialed Fuji’s number for the first time after his departure to Germany. He thought that it was probably quite late at night in Japan, but Fuji wasn’t the type to sleep early anyway, especially on weekends.
A few seconds of wait, and he could hear a smile from the cheerful “Hello, Tezuka”. He could also hear the slight surprise within the smooth voice, and the corner of his lips twitched upwards.
“You haven’t gone to sleep,” was the sentence he chose to say hello to his friend.
“I’m watching the stars,” Fuji chuckled airily. “To what honor do I deserve this phone call, by the way?” he asked playfully.
“Nothing,” Tezuka paused and he glanced up at the sky, which was still very much blue with little stark of orange and pink. There was yet any star in his part of the sky. “People tend to be sentimental at night, don’t they?”
There was a pause before a silvery laugh chimed in Tezuka’s ears. The sound of Fuji’s laughter sounded like it contained a mixed emotions; amusement, nerves, and mostly, delight.
“They do,” Fuji managed to gasp in the middle of his mirth. Then, he toned down his laughter, and a gentle “I miss you too” rang in Tezuka’s ear.
And that was all he needed to hear.
~NeverEnding~
A/N: Did I make sense...? I hope it doesn't suck badly. Reviews are much appreciated. :D