Break My Chains, 3/6?
Title: Break My Chains, 3/6?
Rating: PG-13-ish
Genre: Jail fic! Angsty romance
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Summary: Tezuka has to pay his debt to society. So does Fuji.
Word count: 2195
Warnings: AU, minor character death, cute guys being tortured and such (not very graphic yet)
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowed, blah.
Note: Sorry for the transition chapter… *hides* The good news is the next chapter is almost finished ^^
Part 1
Part 2
“You’re in a good mood today, Tezuka,” said Fuji smiling at him. TV time had ended and they were quietly lying on their own beds.
He let his book down. “You were right,” he said in a light tone. “I’m not going to feel sorry for myself. I still believe what happened is my fault, but that’s why I’m here, to pay my due.”
“I’m glad,” he answered deliberately keeping his eyes on Tezuka’s. Tezuka diverted his gaze feeling something tightening around his throat. He was unable to maintain Fuji’s intense stare without feeling a little bit uneasy. Fuji chuckled softly and returned to the sheets on his hands.
“Fuji,” asked Tezuka carefully after a few minutes of pondering, “why are you here?”
“Well, Tezuka, I think that’s rather obvious,” he answered without taking his eyes from what he was reading, “Like you, I am paying my debt to society. Only I’m not taking the blame on something I didn’t do.”
“You’re not answering my question.”
Fuji let out a long sigh, held up his face and stared at Tezuka for a moment before continuing. “Do you really want to know? It’s not a pleasant story,” then he lowered his voice a little and smiled wickedly, “it could give you nightmares.”
“Yes, I do want to know,” he answered solemnly, ignoring Fuji’s teasing.
“I don’t know Tezuka. Some inmates would pay for that kind of information. With blood,” Fuji answered, whispering the last words.
“I-” Tezuka stopped wondering if this conversation was going to a place he didn’t want it. He knew he had to play Fuji’s game to get an answer out of him; Fuji wasn’t folding and neither was he. “What do you want?”
“You know what? I’m not in the mood for horror tales. Why don’t you ask me something else?” he said, with a not-so-credible nonchalant tone.
“This is what I want to know.”
“Well, Tezuka, if you are in the mood for gore, I can always tell you about the other inmates,” he said.
“I thought you weren’t in the mood.”
“Well, not when they are my own stories,” he said, wicked smile on his face. Tezuka could almost sense the delight in his childish voice.
“It’s not hard to imagine why Yakuza and other gang members are in prison, Fuji,” he said.
“Oh, you would never believe what some of these people have done,” Fuji said, sounding serious this time. “Some of the stories gave me nightmares for weeks. Besides, it’s better to know the people you’re dealing with, don’t you think?”
“Perhaps.”
“So, are you interested or not?”
“Tell me,” he answered, defeated.
“Ok, I’ll start with Dong Min. You’ve seen him; he’s got half his body burned.”
“Yes.”
“Well, he was born in Korea but he and his family moved to Japan when he was barely a teenager. One day he started telling his little brother that their parents and sister were infected by a virus that killed them and turned them into walking corpses hungry for human flesh and that they were going to infect him and eat him alive unless he did something about it. He even taught him how to ‘get rid’ of the problem, if you know what I mean. He scared his brother so much, one night the little boy decided to take care of the problem. Following Min’s previous instructions, he spilled the kerosene Min had bought weeks before all over the place and burned them alive.
“The firefighters managed to get Dong Min and his brother out of the place. Dong Min had burns on several parts of his body and his brother was in a comma for a few weeks. When he woke up and told the cops what happened, Dong Min was taken to a Juvenile facility and kept there until he turned 18, and a life sentence in a maximum security prison afterwards.”
Tezuka didn’t say anything, still trying to decide whether Fuji was joking or not. “Fuji, can y-”
“Wait, wait, there’s more. I’ll tell you about Indrajalin’s crime, the leader of the Buddhists. He worked at this school in Kyushu where he was supposed to teach Buddhism, but he was in fact training his students to be snipers. He had a lot of clients who paid him to assassinate whomever they needed, especially politicians and other public figures. The police caught one of his pupils trying to murder the emperor’s daughter and they tortured him until he confessed everything. They arrested Indrajalin and all his students. Not all of them are here, but he still has enough support to rival the Yakuza.”
Fuji paused for a moment and stared at Tezuka for a few minutes. Tezuka didn’t speak, but the look in his eyes told Fuji he wanted to know more, that he was waiting for him go on with his narration, so he did.
“I see you’re growing interested.”
“We are getting closer to the story I really want to listen to.”
“I see,” answered Fuji, not hiding his cheerfulness after Tezuka’s lapse. “Let’s make a deal, then.”
“I’m not following,” Tezuka said, his poker face back in place.
“You see, I’m telling you all these facts but, what am I getting in return?”
“I offered to pay before. What do you want?”
“A kiss… From you,” he answered without even thinking.
“Wh-”
Fuji got up from his bed and sat next to Tezuka facing him.
“Can you give me that?” Fuji’s voice was barely a whisper, his face was getting closer and closer to Tezuka’s.
Tezuka’s heart was racing and his mind was telling him to give Fuji anything he wanted, and at that moment the only thing Fuji seemed to want was a kiss… from him. So he gave it to him.
Their lips brushed softly before Fuji started nibbling Tezuka’s lower lip, but as if he could feel Tezuka’s nervousness, he pulled away.
“My, my. I never thought Tezuka Kunimitsu was able to blush.”
Tezuka remained silent, mentally cursing his lack of control, feeling his cheeks burn and the tightening in his throat travel way south.
“Well, you already paid for the information so far. Do you want me to keep telling you? You’ll have to pay again, you know.”
“Go on,” Tezuka answered, trying to make some time to regain his composure.
“Fine, but you won’t get away so easily next time. I might get a little more… demanding. Are you okay with that?”
“You don’t scare me, Fuji,” he answered quickly, trying a nonchalant approach. Tezuka could get fond of a demanding Fuji, especially if it meant having those lips on his once again.
“Maybe not yet,” he said teasingly. “Anyway, Admiral Lao’s is my personal favorite. He was the Commander of the People's Liberation Army in China a few decades ago.” He paused for a moment. “Are you paying attention, Tezuka?”
“I am. Go on.”
And so, Fuji continued to tell Tezuka the crimes of their jail mates, until he felt goosebumps on the back of his neck.
“Now you know almost everyone’s story, I want my pay.”
“You left one out,” Tezuka said, glad to know he didn’t have to listen to more criminal stories.
“I’ll get to that some other time, maybe tomorrow if I’m satisfied with what you have to offer.”
“What do you want?” Tezuka asked, in a calm voice that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Stop fretting, I’m not demanding any more physical contact… for now. I want you to tell me your story.”
“I thought we’ve discussed that already. If I remember correctly, I even got scolded.”
“I don’t mean you crime, Tezuka. I want to know about you, what you do other than play tennis.”
“There’s not much to tell.”
“There has to be something. Come on, indulge me.”
“You’ll tell me what I want to know after?”
“I told you, if I’m satisfied.”
Unable to say no to that smile, he started with the story of his life. “I’m an only child, I live- lived with my parents and my grandfather. I started playing tennis when I was 3 and I still have the racket I learned on.” He stopped but Fuji’s eyes were waiting, demanding more. “I was member of the tennis club in Seigaku Middle School in Tokyo; I was made captain of the team and student council president in my second ye-”
“Captain?” Fuji interrupted raising a brow in interest.
“Yes.”
“So I can call you Captain Tezuka, can’t I?” he asked, suggestively.
“Wh- Fuji, that’s hardly appropriate. I’m not captain anymore and we are not at school.”
“I know, but I just love the way it sounds. Please?”
“I don’t see why y¬-” Fuji’s face was only inches apart from his own and it was really making him lose his words.
“Now I’m demanding physical contact.”
Fuji kissed him this time for real. It was slow and tender and the best thing that ever happened to Tezuka. When he first felt Fuji’s lips he wasn’t sure of what to do, but after a few seconds he responded to the kiss. He felt Fuji’s tongue inside his mouth and started imitating his slow, taunting movements.
Fuji’s hand was on the back of Tezuka’s neck grasping his hair and pulling him closer, and the other one was on his chest, feeling the muscles tense underneath his shirt.
“Lights out!” yelled a voice.
“Do you thing the guard will notice if I’m not on my bed?” Fuji asked with his mouth still attached to Tezuka’s.
Tezuka’s face was flushed and his mind was too busy focusing on the tingling sensation Fuji’s lips left on his own to give a coherent answer.
“Yeah, you’re right. I better go, then,” he said, relinquishing Tezuka’s lips. Fuji planted one last quick kiss and went to his own bed just in time for the guard to go to their cell for his customary rounds. “Good night, captain.”
“Lights out,” he yelled again until the hall was almost in complete darkness. There was a light on in the end of the corridor and that was the only source of illumination they’d have until the next morning.
Another week came and went and Tezuka still hadn’t got any news on his verdict. His mother, Ayana, came to visit him once, but she was so devastated she had to leave soon. She told Tezuka his father sent his regards and his grandfather was not yet aware of Tezuka’s situation. Kuniharu and Ayana were doing the impossible to prevent him from finding out, but she was afraid he would find out soon anyway.
Tezuka felt a little calmer as the days went by. The tight sensation in his chest whenever he thought of Atobe was lightening a little and he could finally get a full night’s sleep. Nevertheless, there were some things that still frightened him, like the possibility of spending the rest of his life in prison.
Another Friday was approaching and for what Tezuka had overheard the guards saying, the next match would be problematic for him. He still remembered the bald man`s -they call him Hage, Tezuka, Fuji said- sudden disappearance when he lost and he didn’t know if he would be able to lose on purpose to keep his next opponent away from whatever punishment awaited the loser.
Fuji was another matter that disturbed him. They made a habit of making out before lights out. Every time it started with a little teasing on Fuji’s part and they ended kissing passionately on the bed. Despite Tezuka’s efforts, Fuji still hadn’t told him why he was imprisoned for and the other inmates refused to acknowledge Tezuka’s interrogation. He even threatened to stop kissing Fuji until he answered him, but Fuji’s power of conviction -or shall we say Tezuka’s lack of control whenever Fuji was involved- was stronger than his desire to get an answer.
Finally Friday morning came and expectations grew higher by the minute. Fuji was smiling like always, but Tezuka could sense something was bothering him. Tezuka tried talking to him all morning, but Fuji was clearly avoiding him. When Father Kimura was talking to them, Fuji sat right next to Tezuka and whispered so no one else could hear them.
“Tezuka, I have something to ask of you.” And without waiting for Tezuka’s reply, he continued. “Don’t try to lose on purpose today. They will notice if you hold back, and that won’t be good for anybody”
“How did you-”
“I know you’d rather sacrifice yourself than see someone get hurt, but I’m begging you, you’ll only make it worse.”
“Make what worse? Fuji, ple-”
“The punishment. It’s unavoidable, but you can make it easier by playing your best,” he said, feeble smile on his face.
“Who am I pla-”
“If you do this for me, I’ll tell you what you’ve been craving to know.” Tezuka saw Fuji’s eyes were wide open and slightly moist. His smile was gone. He took a deep breath and continued. “After I do, I dare you to look at me in the eyes and tell me I don’t deserve to be here, that I don’t deserve to be punished.”
TBC
Chapter 4
Rating: PG-13-ish
Genre: Jail fic! Angsty romance
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Summary: Tezuka has to pay his debt to society. So does Fuji.
Word count: 2195
Warnings: AU, minor character death, cute guys being tortured and such (not very graphic yet)
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowed, blah.
Note: Sorry for the transition chapter… *hides* The good news is the next chapter is almost finished ^^
Part 1
Part 2
“You’re in a good mood today, Tezuka,” said Fuji smiling at him. TV time had ended and they were quietly lying on their own beds.
He let his book down. “You were right,” he said in a light tone. “I’m not going to feel sorry for myself. I still believe what happened is my fault, but that’s why I’m here, to pay my due.”
“I’m glad,” he answered deliberately keeping his eyes on Tezuka’s. Tezuka diverted his gaze feeling something tightening around his throat. He was unable to maintain Fuji’s intense stare without feeling a little bit uneasy. Fuji chuckled softly and returned to the sheets on his hands.
“Fuji,” asked Tezuka carefully after a few minutes of pondering, “why are you here?”
“Well, Tezuka, I think that’s rather obvious,” he answered without taking his eyes from what he was reading, “Like you, I am paying my debt to society. Only I’m not taking the blame on something I didn’t do.”
“You’re not answering my question.”
Fuji let out a long sigh, held up his face and stared at Tezuka for a moment before continuing. “Do you really want to know? It’s not a pleasant story,” then he lowered his voice a little and smiled wickedly, “it could give you nightmares.”
“Yes, I do want to know,” he answered solemnly, ignoring Fuji’s teasing.
“I don’t know Tezuka. Some inmates would pay for that kind of information. With blood,” Fuji answered, whispering the last words.
“I-” Tezuka stopped wondering if this conversation was going to a place he didn’t want it. He knew he had to play Fuji’s game to get an answer out of him; Fuji wasn’t folding and neither was he. “What do you want?”
“You know what? I’m not in the mood for horror tales. Why don’t you ask me something else?” he said, with a not-so-credible nonchalant tone.
“This is what I want to know.”
“Well, Tezuka, if you are in the mood for gore, I can always tell you about the other inmates,” he said.
“I thought you weren’t in the mood.”
“Well, not when they are my own stories,” he said, wicked smile on his face. Tezuka could almost sense the delight in his childish voice.
“It’s not hard to imagine why Yakuza and other gang members are in prison, Fuji,” he said.
“Oh, you would never believe what some of these people have done,” Fuji said, sounding serious this time. “Some of the stories gave me nightmares for weeks. Besides, it’s better to know the people you’re dealing with, don’t you think?”
“Perhaps.”
“So, are you interested or not?”
“Tell me,” he answered, defeated.
“Ok, I’ll start with Dong Min. You’ve seen him; he’s got half his body burned.”
“Yes.”
“Well, he was born in Korea but he and his family moved to Japan when he was barely a teenager. One day he started telling his little brother that their parents and sister were infected by a virus that killed them and turned them into walking corpses hungry for human flesh and that they were going to infect him and eat him alive unless he did something about it. He even taught him how to ‘get rid’ of the problem, if you know what I mean. He scared his brother so much, one night the little boy decided to take care of the problem. Following Min’s previous instructions, he spilled the kerosene Min had bought weeks before all over the place and burned them alive.
“The firefighters managed to get Dong Min and his brother out of the place. Dong Min had burns on several parts of his body and his brother was in a comma for a few weeks. When he woke up and told the cops what happened, Dong Min was taken to a Juvenile facility and kept there until he turned 18, and a life sentence in a maximum security prison afterwards.”
Tezuka didn’t say anything, still trying to decide whether Fuji was joking or not. “Fuji, can y-”
“Wait, wait, there’s more. I’ll tell you about Indrajalin’s crime, the leader of the Buddhists. He worked at this school in Kyushu where he was supposed to teach Buddhism, but he was in fact training his students to be snipers. He had a lot of clients who paid him to assassinate whomever they needed, especially politicians and other public figures. The police caught one of his pupils trying to murder the emperor’s daughter and they tortured him until he confessed everything. They arrested Indrajalin and all his students. Not all of them are here, but he still has enough support to rival the Yakuza.”
Fuji paused for a moment and stared at Tezuka for a few minutes. Tezuka didn’t speak, but the look in his eyes told Fuji he wanted to know more, that he was waiting for him go on with his narration, so he did.
“I see you’re growing interested.”
“We are getting closer to the story I really want to listen to.”
“I see,” answered Fuji, not hiding his cheerfulness after Tezuka’s lapse. “Let’s make a deal, then.”
“I’m not following,” Tezuka said, his poker face back in place.
“You see, I’m telling you all these facts but, what am I getting in return?”
“I offered to pay before. What do you want?”
“A kiss… From you,” he answered without even thinking.
“Wh-”
Fuji got up from his bed and sat next to Tezuka facing him.
“Can you give me that?” Fuji’s voice was barely a whisper, his face was getting closer and closer to Tezuka’s.
Tezuka’s heart was racing and his mind was telling him to give Fuji anything he wanted, and at that moment the only thing Fuji seemed to want was a kiss… from him. So he gave it to him.
Their lips brushed softly before Fuji started nibbling Tezuka’s lower lip, but as if he could feel Tezuka’s nervousness, he pulled away.
“My, my. I never thought Tezuka Kunimitsu was able to blush.”
Tezuka remained silent, mentally cursing his lack of control, feeling his cheeks burn and the tightening in his throat travel way south.
“Well, you already paid for the information so far. Do you want me to keep telling you? You’ll have to pay again, you know.”
“Go on,” Tezuka answered, trying to make some time to regain his composure.
“Fine, but you won’t get away so easily next time. I might get a little more… demanding. Are you okay with that?”
“You don’t scare me, Fuji,” he answered quickly, trying a nonchalant approach. Tezuka could get fond of a demanding Fuji, especially if it meant having those lips on his once again.
“Maybe not yet,” he said teasingly. “Anyway, Admiral Lao’s is my personal favorite. He was the Commander of the People's Liberation Army in China a few decades ago.” He paused for a moment. “Are you paying attention, Tezuka?”
“I am. Go on.”
And so, Fuji continued to tell Tezuka the crimes of their jail mates, until he felt goosebumps on the back of his neck.
“Now you know almost everyone’s story, I want my pay.”
“You left one out,” Tezuka said, glad to know he didn’t have to listen to more criminal stories.
“I’ll get to that some other time, maybe tomorrow if I’m satisfied with what you have to offer.”
“What do you want?” Tezuka asked, in a calm voice that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Stop fretting, I’m not demanding any more physical contact… for now. I want you to tell me your story.”
“I thought we’ve discussed that already. If I remember correctly, I even got scolded.”
“I don’t mean you crime, Tezuka. I want to know about you, what you do other than play tennis.”
“There’s not much to tell.”
“There has to be something. Come on, indulge me.”
“You’ll tell me what I want to know after?”
“I told you, if I’m satisfied.”
Unable to say no to that smile, he started with the story of his life. “I’m an only child, I live- lived with my parents and my grandfather. I started playing tennis when I was 3 and I still have the racket I learned on.” He stopped but Fuji’s eyes were waiting, demanding more. “I was member of the tennis club in Seigaku Middle School in Tokyo; I was made captain of the team and student council president in my second ye-”
“Captain?” Fuji interrupted raising a brow in interest.
“Yes.”
“So I can call you Captain Tezuka, can’t I?” he asked, suggestively.
“Wh- Fuji, that’s hardly appropriate. I’m not captain anymore and we are not at school.”
“I know, but I just love the way it sounds. Please?”
“I don’t see why y¬-” Fuji’s face was only inches apart from his own and it was really making him lose his words.
“Now I’m demanding physical contact.”
Fuji kissed him this time for real. It was slow and tender and the best thing that ever happened to Tezuka. When he first felt Fuji’s lips he wasn’t sure of what to do, but after a few seconds he responded to the kiss. He felt Fuji’s tongue inside his mouth and started imitating his slow, taunting movements.
Fuji’s hand was on the back of Tezuka’s neck grasping his hair and pulling him closer, and the other one was on his chest, feeling the muscles tense underneath his shirt.
“Lights out!” yelled a voice.
“Do you thing the guard will notice if I’m not on my bed?” Fuji asked with his mouth still attached to Tezuka’s.
Tezuka’s face was flushed and his mind was too busy focusing on the tingling sensation Fuji’s lips left on his own to give a coherent answer.
“Yeah, you’re right. I better go, then,” he said, relinquishing Tezuka’s lips. Fuji planted one last quick kiss and went to his own bed just in time for the guard to go to their cell for his customary rounds. “Good night, captain.”
“Lights out,” he yelled again until the hall was almost in complete darkness. There was a light on in the end of the corridor and that was the only source of illumination they’d have until the next morning.
Another week came and went and Tezuka still hadn’t got any news on his verdict. His mother, Ayana, came to visit him once, but she was so devastated she had to leave soon. She told Tezuka his father sent his regards and his grandfather was not yet aware of Tezuka’s situation. Kuniharu and Ayana were doing the impossible to prevent him from finding out, but she was afraid he would find out soon anyway.
Tezuka felt a little calmer as the days went by. The tight sensation in his chest whenever he thought of Atobe was lightening a little and he could finally get a full night’s sleep. Nevertheless, there were some things that still frightened him, like the possibility of spending the rest of his life in prison.
Another Friday was approaching and for what Tezuka had overheard the guards saying, the next match would be problematic for him. He still remembered the bald man`s -they call him Hage, Tezuka, Fuji said- sudden disappearance when he lost and he didn’t know if he would be able to lose on purpose to keep his next opponent away from whatever punishment awaited the loser.
Fuji was another matter that disturbed him. They made a habit of making out before lights out. Every time it started with a little teasing on Fuji’s part and they ended kissing passionately on the bed. Despite Tezuka’s efforts, Fuji still hadn’t told him why he was imprisoned for and the other inmates refused to acknowledge Tezuka’s interrogation. He even threatened to stop kissing Fuji until he answered him, but Fuji’s power of conviction -or shall we say Tezuka’s lack of control whenever Fuji was involved- was stronger than his desire to get an answer.
Finally Friday morning came and expectations grew higher by the minute. Fuji was smiling like always, but Tezuka could sense something was bothering him. Tezuka tried talking to him all morning, but Fuji was clearly avoiding him. When Father Kimura was talking to them, Fuji sat right next to Tezuka and whispered so no one else could hear them.
“Tezuka, I have something to ask of you.” And without waiting for Tezuka’s reply, he continued. “Don’t try to lose on purpose today. They will notice if you hold back, and that won’t be good for anybody”
“How did you-”
“I know you’d rather sacrifice yourself than see someone get hurt, but I’m begging you, you’ll only make it worse.”
“Make what worse? Fuji, ple-”
“The punishment. It’s unavoidable, but you can make it easier by playing your best,” he said, feeble smile on his face.
“Who am I pla-”
“If you do this for me, I’ll tell you what you’ve been craving to know.” Tezuka saw Fuji’s eyes were wide open and slightly moist. His smile was gone. He took a deep breath and continued. “After I do, I dare you to look at me in the eyes and tell me I don’t deserve to be here, that I don’t deserve to be punished.”
TBC
Chapter 4