To Cyn; fairy!au fic!
The alternate universe meme:
a. a pairing
b. a color, place, time of the day and season
c. a cracked up AU situation of your choice
d. a ten-word prompt involving the AU
The prompts:
a. Tezuka/Fuji
b. Purple, a mountain, one in the afternoon, spring
c. Fairy/human world AU
d. "Fairies don't exist! Everyone knows that. Now, don't step in the mushroom rings or else they might get you."
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Tezuka began his climb in the early hours of the morning, when the air was still dew-dripped and chilled, but by the time lunch had crept upon him he was pressing near the mountain-top, and the heat of the awakened sun had warmed him considerably.
He sat upon a rather large rock to rest and eat a snack, and only just barely choked to see another person beside him so suddenly. The boy was not dressed for mountain climbing, that much was sure. Barefoot, and his t-shirt and shorts were mismatched, as well as fitting him rather poorly. The shorts were too big, and the shirt was a little tight.
"Nee-san said I'd get a better reaction if I wore modern clothing." The boy smiled. "You didn't even scream. People usually scream."
"I'm, uh, not the screaming sort." Tezuka replied absently. The boy nodded sagely at him.
"I can tell." He replied. "You're the sort that doesn't believe."
"Doesn't believe what?" Tezuka would have put his hand over his mouth if it wouldn't have been a huge admission to the fact that the words had slipped out of their own accord. And it would have been far too late to have stopped the words now anyway.
"In fairies." The boy shrugged, as though it were obvious. The way he splayed his fingers towards his midsection seemed to indicate he was referring to himself. Tezuka looked up to the sky and wondered if the heat was worse than he had realised. He was hallucinating.
Hopefully he hadn't collapsed half-way up the mountain.
"I don't believe in fairies." Tezuka said slowly and firmly, standing up and willing himself to just wake up. Nothing happened, except that the boy jumped up beside him and smiled again.
"Of course not." He said cheerily. ""Fairies don't exist! Everyone knows that." He watched slyly as Tezuka began to take steps away from him. "Now, don't step in the mushroom rings or else they might get you."
"They?" Tezuka said, feeling bewieldered. Heatstroke, perhaps.
"Oh, never mind." The boy shrugged. "My name is Fuji, by the way."
"Tezuka." Tezuka replied immediately, having to suppress the urge to hold out his hand in greeting. "Fuji... I don't know anyone called Fuji." Tezuka murmured to himself, not watching where he was going.
"Does that matter?" Fuji asked, popping up beside Tezuka and speaking in a helpful manner.
"How can I be projecting familiar names and images in a halluncination if I don't know anyone by your name?"
Fuji shrugged, keeping his smile. "I don't know much about hallucinations. I'd watch out if I were you..."
"Wha-?" But Tezuka could feel himself falling already. "Ooof!"
He could feel arms around his waist, having tackled him to the ground. Fuji sat up across his back.
"Told you to watch those mushroom rings." He said, leaning over to Tezuka's ear.
"Mushrooms don't even grow on mountains!" Tezuka insisted feebly, though his nose was practically squashing one. It was hard to deny something when it was under your nose. Or sitting on you. Though the only proof he had of Fuji being a fairy was his word.
"As you say." Fuji shrugged agreeably. "But I don't believe we're on a mountain anymore."
He slipped off of Tezuka before he could be toppled off by Tezuka scrambling to his feet as quickly as possible. They were surrounded by trees, and the sun was still in position so he hadn't passed out at all. Definitely not long enough for trees to sprout up around them.
"Want to climb some trees?" Fuji asked. Normally Tezuka would have frowned and discouraged the idea, but he figured if he could shimmy far enough up, he might be able to get a clear view over the canopy and see where exactly he was. And then when he woke up he could forget all about it. What else could he do at the time?
It took him longer than he had expected to get the initial grip; thought every branch he tried seemed strong enough at first, it seemed to crumble under his touch the second time. Eventually he found a foot-hold and struggled his way a third of the way up the tree (which was a very tall tree, so it was quite an accompishment). He didn't feel discouraged; when he'd last looked, Fuji was still on the ground contemplating the tree next to his own.
"Hey, Tezuka." The voice felt close, too close. Tezuka flinched, as though a fly were beside his ear, and glanced round to where he believed Fuji would be. And found a face right in front of his own face. The hands that curled over his were the only thing that reminded him how not to fall straight off the side of the tree trunk.
"Either those are proof, or I really am crazy." Tezuka said, eyes widening. They were moving fast, supposedly to keep Fuji suspended in mid-air, if you could believe it, but they were quite obviously... Wings. Shimmering purple wings that sparkled green in places where the sun danced down between the leaves and caught them with its light.
"I think my way is a lot quicker." Fuji said sincerely, apparently unaware of Tezuka's disbelief, or else just ignoring it. "Give me your hands."
"What?" Tezuka asked, mouth dry. The word was hushed, but as harsh as he could muster.
"I'm stronger than I look." Was Fuji's explanation. He shrugged his shoulders, and his wings shimmered. "So are these."
Tezuka swallowed. And figured, what the hell. If he fell, maybe that would wake him up; nothing else seemed to be working. And if he woke up, he could get back to regular mountain climbing. Peaceful, quiet and solitary.
It was surprisingly difficult to extract his hand from the branch he had coiled it around; apparently convincing yourself something wasn't real by muttering it over and over just wasn't effective when it came to actually letting go and risking injury.
"Look at me." Fuji said softly, kindly. Tezuka flicked his eyes upward without really looking properly. "Well, good enough." Fuji laughed. "Just loosen your fingers a little; your death-grip hurts her, you know."
"Her?" Now he was referring to the trees by gender, it was getting ever more ridiculous.
"Just loosen them a bit, you'll still have a grip." Fuji's words sounded close to a promise. So he let go just a little, and found his fingers snatched up into Fuji's hand. He was still perfectly safe; both feet supported by tree branches, and one still holding on above his head.
The second hand was a lot easier to extract than the first. And when he found himself face to face with Fuji, it was impossible to avoid looking at his eyes.
"With both your feet on that one branch," Fuji said idly, sensing Tezuka's sudden hesitation, "who knows how long it will survive your weight. If you're going to fall, may as well choose the timing for yourself."
"You're very reassuring." Tezuka muttered, and got a laugh in response. And that just made him take a step, just to spite everything; the imaginings, the lies, the stupidity of it all.
He found himself suspended firmly in the middle of the air for a good minute of pure wonder before Fuji looked up to the sky and whisked them both above the trees.
The last thing Tezuka remembered when he thought back, was the perfect glare of the sun.
-
It was a similar sort of day, weather-wise, the first day Tezuka arrived at Junior High. He didn't like the crowds, and kept to the most open places, cursing himself wildly when he managed to almost topple one of his classmates. Until the boy turned, and watched him rise to his feet again.
"Fuji Syuusuke," he said, smiling and holding out his hand.
"Fuji, yes I know." Tezuka replied immediately, reaching out to join his hand to Fuji's and feeling a strange sense of being suspended in mid-air.
"Have we met before then?" Fuji asked, tilting his head just slightly. He grinned wider. "Because I think I would have remembered you."
Tezuka pressed his lips together and shook his head, looking away. Of course if he was going to react to life based upon a silly fantastical hallucination he'd once had, then people would treat him strangely. And yet he could feel Fuji sneaking looks at him all the way through class from the seat next to him.
"What did you say your name was again?" Fuji asked eventually, voice quietly hopeful.
"I didn't." Tezuka replied flatly. Fuji looked less than thrilled at this response, his mouth twisting in what looked more like confusion than anything. Tezuka couldn't keep the words from escaping his mouth. "Tezuka Kunimitsu... You taught me how to fly."
"I did?" Fuji smiled, trailed the eraser on the end of his pencil across his blank page idly before looking up at Tezuka with terribly familiar eyes that said too much and yet nothing at all. "Maybe one day you could return the favour?"
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a. a pairing
b. a color, place, time of the day and season
c. a cracked up AU situation of your choice
d. a ten-word prompt involving the AU
The prompts:
a. Tezuka/Fuji
b. Purple, a mountain, one in the afternoon, spring
c. Fairy/human world AU
d. "Fairies don't exist! Everyone knows that. Now, don't step in the mushroom rings or else they might get you."
-
Tezuka began his climb in the early hours of the morning, when the air was still dew-dripped and chilled, but by the time lunch had crept upon him he was pressing near the mountain-top, and the heat of the awakened sun had warmed him considerably.
He sat upon a rather large rock to rest and eat a snack, and only just barely choked to see another person beside him so suddenly. The boy was not dressed for mountain climbing, that much was sure. Barefoot, and his t-shirt and shorts were mismatched, as well as fitting him rather poorly. The shorts were too big, and the shirt was a little tight.
"Nee-san said I'd get a better reaction if I wore modern clothing." The boy smiled. "You didn't even scream. People usually scream."
"I'm, uh, not the screaming sort." Tezuka replied absently. The boy nodded sagely at him.
"I can tell." He replied. "You're the sort that doesn't believe."
"Doesn't believe what?" Tezuka would have put his hand over his mouth if it wouldn't have been a huge admission to the fact that the words had slipped out of their own accord. And it would have been far too late to have stopped the words now anyway.
"In fairies." The boy shrugged, as though it were obvious. The way he splayed his fingers towards his midsection seemed to indicate he was referring to himself. Tezuka looked up to the sky and wondered if the heat was worse than he had realised. He was hallucinating.
Hopefully he hadn't collapsed half-way up the mountain.
"I don't believe in fairies." Tezuka said slowly and firmly, standing up and willing himself to just wake up. Nothing happened, except that the boy jumped up beside him and smiled again.
"Of course not." He said cheerily. ""Fairies don't exist! Everyone knows that." He watched slyly as Tezuka began to take steps away from him. "Now, don't step in the mushroom rings or else they might get you."
"They?" Tezuka said, feeling bewieldered. Heatstroke, perhaps.
"Oh, never mind." The boy shrugged. "My name is Fuji, by the way."
"Tezuka." Tezuka replied immediately, having to suppress the urge to hold out his hand in greeting. "Fuji... I don't know anyone called Fuji." Tezuka murmured to himself, not watching where he was going.
"Does that matter?" Fuji asked, popping up beside Tezuka and speaking in a helpful manner.
"How can I be projecting familiar names and images in a halluncination if I don't know anyone by your name?"
Fuji shrugged, keeping his smile. "I don't know much about hallucinations. I'd watch out if I were you..."
"Wha-?" But Tezuka could feel himself falling already. "Ooof!"
He could feel arms around his waist, having tackled him to the ground. Fuji sat up across his back.
"Told you to watch those mushroom rings." He said, leaning over to Tezuka's ear.
"Mushrooms don't even grow on mountains!" Tezuka insisted feebly, though his nose was practically squashing one. It was hard to deny something when it was under your nose. Or sitting on you. Though the only proof he had of Fuji being a fairy was his word.
"As you say." Fuji shrugged agreeably. "But I don't believe we're on a mountain anymore."
He slipped off of Tezuka before he could be toppled off by Tezuka scrambling to his feet as quickly as possible. They were surrounded by trees, and the sun was still in position so he hadn't passed out at all. Definitely not long enough for trees to sprout up around them.
"Want to climb some trees?" Fuji asked. Normally Tezuka would have frowned and discouraged the idea, but he figured if he could shimmy far enough up, he might be able to get a clear view over the canopy and see where exactly he was. And then when he woke up he could forget all about it. What else could he do at the time?
It took him longer than he had expected to get the initial grip; thought every branch he tried seemed strong enough at first, it seemed to crumble under his touch the second time. Eventually he found a foot-hold and struggled his way a third of the way up the tree (which was a very tall tree, so it was quite an accompishment). He didn't feel discouraged; when he'd last looked, Fuji was still on the ground contemplating the tree next to his own.
"Hey, Tezuka." The voice felt close, too close. Tezuka flinched, as though a fly were beside his ear, and glanced round to where he believed Fuji would be. And found a face right in front of his own face. The hands that curled over his were the only thing that reminded him how not to fall straight off the side of the tree trunk.
"Either those are proof, or I really am crazy." Tezuka said, eyes widening. They were moving fast, supposedly to keep Fuji suspended in mid-air, if you could believe it, but they were quite obviously... Wings. Shimmering purple wings that sparkled green in places where the sun danced down between the leaves and caught them with its light.
"I think my way is a lot quicker." Fuji said sincerely, apparently unaware of Tezuka's disbelief, or else just ignoring it. "Give me your hands."
"What?" Tezuka asked, mouth dry. The word was hushed, but as harsh as he could muster.
"I'm stronger than I look." Was Fuji's explanation. He shrugged his shoulders, and his wings shimmered. "So are these."
Tezuka swallowed. And figured, what the hell. If he fell, maybe that would wake him up; nothing else seemed to be working. And if he woke up, he could get back to regular mountain climbing. Peaceful, quiet and solitary.
It was surprisingly difficult to extract his hand from the branch he had coiled it around; apparently convincing yourself something wasn't real by muttering it over and over just wasn't effective when it came to actually letting go and risking injury.
"Look at me." Fuji said softly, kindly. Tezuka flicked his eyes upward without really looking properly. "Well, good enough." Fuji laughed. "Just loosen your fingers a little; your death-grip hurts her, you know."
"Her?" Now he was referring to the trees by gender, it was getting ever more ridiculous.
"Just loosen them a bit, you'll still have a grip." Fuji's words sounded close to a promise. So he let go just a little, and found his fingers snatched up into Fuji's hand. He was still perfectly safe; both feet supported by tree branches, and one still holding on above his head.
The second hand was a lot easier to extract than the first. And when he found himself face to face with Fuji, it was impossible to avoid looking at his eyes.
"With both your feet on that one branch," Fuji said idly, sensing Tezuka's sudden hesitation, "who knows how long it will survive your weight. If you're going to fall, may as well choose the timing for yourself."
"You're very reassuring." Tezuka muttered, and got a laugh in response. And that just made him take a step, just to spite everything; the imaginings, the lies, the stupidity of it all.
He found himself suspended firmly in the middle of the air for a good minute of pure wonder before Fuji looked up to the sky and whisked them both above the trees.
The last thing Tezuka remembered when he thought back, was the perfect glare of the sun.
-
It was a similar sort of day, weather-wise, the first day Tezuka arrived at Junior High. He didn't like the crowds, and kept to the most open places, cursing himself wildly when he managed to almost topple one of his classmates. Until the boy turned, and watched him rise to his feet again.
"Fuji Syuusuke," he said, smiling and holding out his hand.
"Fuji, yes I know." Tezuka replied immediately, reaching out to join his hand to Fuji's and feeling a strange sense of being suspended in mid-air.
"Have we met before then?" Fuji asked, tilting his head just slightly. He grinned wider. "Because I think I would have remembered you."
Tezuka pressed his lips together and shook his head, looking away. Of course if he was going to react to life based upon a silly fantastical hallucination he'd once had, then people would treat him strangely. And yet he could feel Fuji sneaking looks at him all the way through class from the seat next to him.
"What did you say your name was again?" Fuji asked eventually, voice quietly hopeful.
"I didn't." Tezuka replied flatly. Fuji looked less than thrilled at this response, his mouth twisting in what looked more like confusion than anything. Tezuka couldn't keep the words from escaping his mouth. "Tezuka Kunimitsu... You taught me how to fly."
"I did?" Fuji smiled, trailed the eraser on the end of his pencil across his blank page idly before looking up at Tezuka with terribly familiar eyes that said too much and yet nothing at all. "Maybe one day you could return the favour?"
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