Beauty
Title: In your eyes
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Tezuka Mitsu-chan and Fuji Syuusuke
Summary: Syuusuke has an evil plan to get Mitsu-chan to kiss him. It involves a DSL camera and a stoic reluctant model.
Tezuka never understood Fuji’s love for photography. Cacti he could grasp, it was similar to his affection for bonsais and mountains but photography was something completely out of his league.
And there was nothing Tezuka could not understand once he put his mind to it but Fuji was obviously out of that league. It confused him which meant extra laps for anyone within the 1-mile radius.
One of the certain things that Tezuka understood completely was tennis. The game was tough to master but on its own it’s easy to understand.
Simply put, it was just chasing an annoying ball, connecting it with the racket, sending it over the net and into the box. The stoic Seigaku captain was thankful for the simple things in life, however little or small they were. But Fuji though petite in stature was an enigma, constantly frustrating him. Whenever Tezuka thought he had him figured out, Fuji would defy all logic and throw him off balance. For the briefest moment, Tezuka sympathised with Inui. It must be difficult on the data collector, but he remembered the murky green concoctions and decided otherwise.
Today was no different. Tezuka had no idea what to expect when Fuji unexpectedly showed up at his house, toting a camera and a smile too wide to be human and against his better judgement, he had let the tensai in. He knew better than to leave a genius with a tendency to resort to sadistic measures to get what he wanted, alone and ruffled at his doorstep.
Tezuka's life dream was to win the Nationals and he still hadn't done that, so he needed to stay alive.
It was no time to get careless. He had to be on guard. It was Fuji Syuusuke after all.
“What are you doing here Fuji?” Tezuka poured the honey haired prodigy tea.
As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Fuji replied. “Searching, Mitsu-chan.”
At the mention of that vile nickname, Tezuka twitched. It was pointless to get into a verbal argument with the tensai. Fuji was in one of his moods today.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what I’m searching for? Mitsu-chan?”
Fuji’s voice was a tad sweeter than usual and Tezuka’s cheek twitched harder. All his senses were on hyper alert, waiting for the imminent disaster to strike.
“If you wanted me to know, you would have said it already.”
“You’re no fun Mitsu-chan.”
Fuji's crystal blue eyes were fully open, staring at Tezuka in a manner that sent chills down his spine. What made it worse was Fuji’s smile.
“I’m looking for my muse.” Matter-of-factly, Fuji replied as he unpacked his DSL camera.
Okay. Muse. He could accept that. So Tezuka drank more tea.
Muse didn’t sound very life threatening to the 15-year-old boy. Fuji made sure of that.
Nonchalantly, Fuji took a couple of random shots at the stone garden in Tezuka’s backyard. And for a while, the shutter clicks became a peaceful harmony of sounds and Tezuka chided himself for being too critical of the tensai.
“And I think I’ve found it,” Fuji declared triumphantly as he snuck a shot of a pensive Tezuka. The captain was oblivious, nursing the herbal tea with the intensity of a drop shot gone wrong.
“Mitsu-chan will a perfect model for today’s study.”
Tezuka forgot to breathe. A quivering eyebrow.
“You know I don’t like taking photographs.”
“And you know I enjoy watching people suffer.”
I take it back. Fuji is a complete sadist, Tezuka thought, glaring.
“It’s perfect for the study. A day in the life of the long-suffering buchou of Seigaku.”
“Fuji…” Fuji could swear that Tezuka was almost whining if he wasn’t positive he just saw steam rise from the stoic captain’s artfully mussed up hair.
But Tezuka knew Fuji Syuusuke wasn’t just a prodigy in name.
A tensai’s gotta do what a tensai can, right?
With a heavy sigh, Tezuka cursed his lack of control. If he had known what he was getting into when he returned the tensai’s kiss after their heated confession, he wouldn’t have. Look where they had come.
Love made people do silly things and Tezuka Kunimitsu was anything but silly. He knew he was not getting out of this easily. And if past experience counted for anything, he knew Fuji could be more persistent than Kawamura with a racket. Tezuka had to outsmart the genius at his own game.
The question was how to do so without incurring the tensai’s wrath.
Tezuka needed a miracle. Preferably one that was easy and quick to execute.
And then it struck him, the only thing that could stop Fuji from executing the impending doom. Stealing a look around them, he scanned the surroundings quickly. Okay coast clear. And without warning, Tezuka pulled his lover in an embrace and kissed him.
Tezuka was certain he was safe, at least for now.
What he didn’t notice was the little smirk at the corner of Fuji’s mouth. Just as planned. Apparently, the tensai had seen it coming.
Game, set, match, Mitsu-chan.
Epilogue
Fuji once read an interesting theory.
A famous photographer once declared that there were no beautiful people in this world. Under the lens of the cruel camera, all of humanity’s ugliness were enlarged. Nothing escaped the sharp eyes of a camera and nobody could be entirely beautiful.
Combined with the ruthless claws of time, anything that was remotely positive would fade away into nothingness and the future was bleak.
Fuji had to disagree. That photographer obviously didn’t know love.
Or Tezuka Kunimitsu, for that matter.
For before his eyes, in his arms was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Tezuka Mitsu-chan and Fuji Syuusuke
Summary: Syuusuke has an evil plan to get Mitsu-chan to kiss him. It involves a DSL camera and a stoic reluctant model.
Tezuka never understood Fuji’s love for photography. Cacti he could grasp, it was similar to his affection for bonsais and mountains but photography was something completely out of his league.
And there was nothing Tezuka could not understand once he put his mind to it but Fuji was obviously out of that league. It confused him which meant extra laps for anyone within the 1-mile radius.
One of the certain things that Tezuka understood completely was tennis. The game was tough to master but on its own it’s easy to understand.
Simply put, it was just chasing an annoying ball, connecting it with the racket, sending it over the net and into the box. The stoic Seigaku captain was thankful for the simple things in life, however little or small they were. But Fuji though petite in stature was an enigma, constantly frustrating him. Whenever Tezuka thought he had him figured out, Fuji would defy all logic and throw him off balance. For the briefest moment, Tezuka sympathised with Inui. It must be difficult on the data collector, but he remembered the murky green concoctions and decided otherwise.
Today was no different. Tezuka had no idea what to expect when Fuji unexpectedly showed up at his house, toting a camera and a smile too wide to be human and against his better judgement, he had let the tensai in. He knew better than to leave a genius with a tendency to resort to sadistic measures to get what he wanted, alone and ruffled at his doorstep.
Tezuka's life dream was to win the Nationals and he still hadn't done that, so he needed to stay alive.
It was no time to get careless. He had to be on guard. It was Fuji Syuusuke after all.
“What are you doing here Fuji?” Tezuka poured the honey haired prodigy tea.
As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Fuji replied. “Searching, Mitsu-chan.”
At the mention of that vile nickname, Tezuka twitched. It was pointless to get into a verbal argument with the tensai. Fuji was in one of his moods today.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what I’m searching for? Mitsu-chan?”
Fuji’s voice was a tad sweeter than usual and Tezuka’s cheek twitched harder. All his senses were on hyper alert, waiting for the imminent disaster to strike.
“If you wanted me to know, you would have said it already.”
“You’re no fun Mitsu-chan.”
Fuji's crystal blue eyes were fully open, staring at Tezuka in a manner that sent chills down his spine. What made it worse was Fuji’s smile.
“I’m looking for my muse.” Matter-of-factly, Fuji replied as he unpacked his DSL camera.
Okay. Muse. He could accept that. So Tezuka drank more tea.
Muse didn’t sound very life threatening to the 15-year-old boy. Fuji made sure of that.
Nonchalantly, Fuji took a couple of random shots at the stone garden in Tezuka’s backyard. And for a while, the shutter clicks became a peaceful harmony of sounds and Tezuka chided himself for being too critical of the tensai.
“And I think I’ve found it,” Fuji declared triumphantly as he snuck a shot of a pensive Tezuka. The captain was oblivious, nursing the herbal tea with the intensity of a drop shot gone wrong.
“Mitsu-chan will a perfect model for today’s study.”
Tezuka forgot to breathe. A quivering eyebrow.
“You know I don’t like taking photographs.”
“And you know I enjoy watching people suffer.”
I take it back. Fuji is a complete sadist, Tezuka thought, glaring.
“It’s perfect for the study. A day in the life of the long-suffering buchou of Seigaku.”
“Fuji…” Fuji could swear that Tezuka was almost whining if he wasn’t positive he just saw steam rise from the stoic captain’s artfully mussed up hair.
But Tezuka knew Fuji Syuusuke wasn’t just a prodigy in name.
A tensai’s gotta do what a tensai can, right?
With a heavy sigh, Tezuka cursed his lack of control. If he had known what he was getting into when he returned the tensai’s kiss after their heated confession, he wouldn’t have. Look where they had come.
Love made people do silly things and Tezuka Kunimitsu was anything but silly. He knew he was not getting out of this easily. And if past experience counted for anything, he knew Fuji could be more persistent than Kawamura with a racket. Tezuka had to outsmart the genius at his own game.
The question was how to do so without incurring the tensai’s wrath.
Tezuka needed a miracle. Preferably one that was easy and quick to execute.
And then it struck him, the only thing that could stop Fuji from executing the impending doom. Stealing a look around them, he scanned the surroundings quickly. Okay coast clear. And without warning, Tezuka pulled his lover in an embrace and kissed him.
Tezuka was certain he was safe, at least for now.
What he didn’t notice was the little smirk at the corner of Fuji’s mouth. Just as planned. Apparently, the tensai had seen it coming.
Game, set, match, Mitsu-chan.
Epilogue
Fuji once read an interesting theory.
A famous photographer once declared that there were no beautiful people in this world. Under the lens of the cruel camera, all of humanity’s ugliness were enlarged. Nothing escaped the sharp eyes of a camera and nobody could be entirely beautiful.
Combined with the ruthless claws of time, anything that was remotely positive would fade away into nothingness and the future was bleak.
Fuji had to disagree. That photographer obviously didn’t know love.
Or Tezuka Kunimitsu, for that matter.
For before his eyes, in his arms was the most beautiful thing in the world.