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chineseinkChristmas Drabbles 2005
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Pairing: Saeki/Fuji [Prince of Tennis]
Theme: “I don’t think I love you, but another part of me thinks I do.”
Because of You
“Tea?”
Fuji turned from his contemplation of the white-gray sky and smiled at his childhood friend. Taking the proffered can, he murmured, “Thank you,” and let the warmth permeate through his gloves. It was a cold day, typical of Tokyo in winter, but it hadn’t snowed yet. “Shall we walk?”
The taller boy popped open his own can of tea and raised it to his mouth. “Yeah,” he said.
They left the vending machines and headed toward the park. Due to the cold weather, few people were outside, so Fuji and Saeki were almost alone in their own quiet world of gray sky, gray trees, and gray concrete. By tacit agreement they approached a bench along the pathway, a good distance away from the few others who had ventured from the warmth of central heating, and sat side-by-side.
“So,” Saeki said after a moment, studying his half-drunken tea. “Did you think about it?”
Fuji had finally opened his can and was sipping carefully at the hot drink. “Yes.” A corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “It was…flattering,” he teased. “The popular Saeki Koujirou of Rokkaku’s affections, ne?”
“Yeah, you must be the envy of dozens of girls.” Saeki offered a half-grin in return but then ran a hand through his hair, smile falling from his face. “Be serious with me, Syuusuke,” he said. “Please.”
Blue eyes turned to the distance, searching the gray horizons for something unknown and unseen. Fuji ran the tip of his gloved finger along the rim of the can, back and forth, leaning against the back of the cold bench with his right side pressed against Saeki. Human warmth, he noted, and remembered it from when Yuuta used to smile at him, used to look up to him in awe. Human in a child’s laughter, human like the passion Echizen had for his tennis, human like the light in the smiles exchanged between Oishi and Eiji…
“I don’t think I love you,” Fuji said at last, voice soft, and he could feel Saeki tensing beside him, “But another part of me thinks I do.” He turned to offer a small, meaningless smile at the boy he’d grown up with. “Saa, I just don’t really know.”
I don’t know if I know how to love like that, he thought, sliding his finger back along the edge of the can.
Saeki let out a long breath and looked at the ground, silent.
“I guess I could try,” Fuji added, and his smile changed when Saeki’s eyes darted up to meet his. Wry was the curve of his lips, teasing again. “If it’s for you, Koujirou,” he said lightly, but they’d been friends for a very long time and Saeki had learned how to read him and was kissing him now, softly, breath and lips warm from the tea, warm against the cold air.
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Posted: 12.20.2005
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ryo_chamaPairing: Saeki/Fuji [Prince of Tennis]
Theme: “I don’t think I love you, but another part of me thinks I do.”
Because of You
“Tea?”
Fuji turned from his contemplation of the white-gray sky and smiled at his childhood friend. Taking the proffered can, he murmured, “Thank you,” and let the warmth permeate through his gloves. It was a cold day, typical of Tokyo in winter, but it hadn’t snowed yet. “Shall we walk?”
The taller boy popped open his own can of tea and raised it to his mouth. “Yeah,” he said.
They left the vending machines and headed toward the park. Due to the cold weather, few people were outside, so Fuji and Saeki were almost alone in their own quiet world of gray sky, gray trees, and gray concrete. By tacit agreement they approached a bench along the pathway, a good distance away from the few others who had ventured from the warmth of central heating, and sat side-by-side.
“So,” Saeki said after a moment, studying his half-drunken tea. “Did you think about it?”
Fuji had finally opened his can and was sipping carefully at the hot drink. “Yes.” A corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “It was…flattering,” he teased. “The popular Saeki Koujirou of Rokkaku’s affections, ne?”
“Yeah, you must be the envy of dozens of girls.” Saeki offered a half-grin in return but then ran a hand through his hair, smile falling from his face. “Be serious with me, Syuusuke,” he said. “Please.”
Blue eyes turned to the distance, searching the gray horizons for something unknown and unseen. Fuji ran the tip of his gloved finger along the rim of the can, back and forth, leaning against the back of the cold bench with his right side pressed against Saeki. Human warmth, he noted, and remembered it from when Yuuta used to smile at him, used to look up to him in awe. Human in a child’s laughter, human like the passion Echizen had for his tennis, human like the light in the smiles exchanged between Oishi and Eiji…
“I don’t think I love you,” Fuji said at last, voice soft, and he could feel Saeki tensing beside him, “But another part of me thinks I do.” He turned to offer a small, meaningless smile at the boy he’d grown up with. “Saa, I just don’t really know.”
I don’t know if I know how to love like that, he thought, sliding his finger back along the edge of the can.
Saeki let out a long breath and looked at the ground, silent.
“I guess I could try,” Fuji added, and his smile changed when Saeki’s eyes darted up to meet his. Wry was the curve of his lips, teasing again. “If it’s for you, Koujirou,” he said lightly, but they’d been friends for a very long time and Saeki had learned how to read him and was kissing him now, softly, breath and lips warm from the tea, warm against the cold air.
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Posted: 12.20.2005
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