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imaginedyou) wrote2006-12-10 04:15 pm
imaginedyou) wrote2006-12-10 04:15 pm
Old-Fashioned Medicine [Prince of Tennis: Tezuka/Fuji]
title: Old-Fashioned Medicine
fandom: Prince of Tennis
pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
challenge: From![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vacivity: Tezuka gets sick and Fuji torments him with weird home remedies.
notes: Sickfic! Featuring Inui also, 1190 words, and full of fun pronounciations ;)
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"I'mb nod sick," Tezuka protested down the phone, making Fuji want to giggle, "my parends juds thord I should stay hobe this timbe."
"I'm coming over." Fuji said, and hung up on Tezuka before he could protest, just as he'd had done to him many times before. All of them had; Tezuka was not great on the phone.
Fuji let himself in with the key he knew was under the flowerpot for emergencies; considering there was always someone at home at the Tezuka residence, his mother hadn't had any worries informing Fuji of this little piece of knowledge. "You never know when it might be important to be able to get in! A fire, someone letting the bath overflow, a circuit overloading..."
Tezuka's mother was practical, but it was scary how in depth her thoughts could go on such gory subjects. Fuji was reminded of Inui, a little. Or himself.
He found Tezuka sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket, but otherwise attempting to pretend nothing was wrong. He had read the same sentence of his book four times in a row, and still not realised it.
"You're too warm." Fuji said, spreading his fingers across Tezuka's forehead. They were cold from his journey, and Tezuka shivered.
"I'mb cold!" He replied, tugging the blanket round himself more. "So cold. Bud there's nothig wrongd wif me. Really!"
"No, you always talk like you have corks stuffed up your nose," Fuji agreed amiably. "Lay down." He practically pushed Tezuka down until he was stretched out across the couch, and proceeded to tuck the blanket around him so tight and thoroughly that he could not move.
"Whad did you do?!" Tezuka demanded, wriggling like his life depended on being able to get up. "I carnd move!"
"Good." Fuji replied. "Then it worked. Yuuta taught me a trick or two about how to trap a classmate in his own sheets, or set them up so you'd rip them once you tried to get in, and then have to do chores to make up for the damage. Boarding school is full of such fun and games apparently."
"I doned care, gemmeout!" Tezuka replied, and immediately squeezed his eyes shut like it hurt to yell, and stayed still after that.
"I'm going to find something for you to eat." Fuji said. "Excuse me."
Tezuka didn't even seem to notice he had gone; there were no protests. Fuji went to the fridge and opened it, finding a sealed beaker inside with a note stuck on it. With his name on the front. Smiling, he pulled it out to read it.
Syuusuke, I just know Tezuka won't be able to resist calling you; though he insists he is fine, clearly he is not. I prepared this soup for him, but knowing him he probably won't eat it. Feel free to use any of my cooking ingredients to prepare any home remedies you may know of. That boy's stubbornness will be the death of me!
It was so like Tezuka's mother to give Fuji full rein; she seemd to know he was good for her son. Fuji knew his next move.
"Tezuka, your mother left soup for you, would you like me to heat it up?"
"I doned even like soup!" Came the half-hearted shout of a reply. Fuji took this as an invitation to do whatever he wished. He plucked his mobile from his bag and dialled the second-most-called number on his phone.
"This is Inui."
"Hey, Inui," Fuji replied, cradling the phone under his chin as he used both hands to open the cupboards and browse the food inside, "I have a question for you. Would you be able to do a little research for me on remedies for the common cold... The stranger the better, of course."
"Of course." Inui agreed. "Who are we tormenting today?"
"You won't believe me even if I tell you." Fuji said with a smile. "It's Tezuka."
"Really?" Inui gaped. "I have to see this!"
"The research, Inui." Fuji replied gently. "Have you found anything?"
"Hmmm, in Texas they reccomend wearing the skin of a white weasel around your neck, or rubbing your chest with goose grease and kerosene, or catching autumn leaves from trees in your hand."
"Anything I may actually be able to obtain?"
"I don't know; know of anyone who has dried frog skins?"
"Do you?" Fuji asked. "You're the only one I know who would."
"Contrary to popular opinion," Inui began, "I do not put frog into my nutrition drinks!"
"I wonder where that rumour began." Fuji grinned. "Though you must admit the freshmen did catch you digging for bugs."
"Amphibians are a completely different area." Inui said stiffly. "Though perhaps since everyone thinks it anyway, I will..."
"Inui, you know I am always more than happy to test out your drinks," Fuji said firmly, "but I do so without knowing what is in them, precisely. Can we keep it that way?"
"Fine. Here's one you can manage; crush garlic and mix it with warm milk."
"Sounds vile." Fuji said. "It's perfect, for a start. Thanks Inui!"
It didn't even take five minutes to prepare; milk warming in a pan, and Fuji crushing cloves of garlic with a pestle and mortor on the countertop. It wasn't a quiet job, but Tezuka didn't seem to notice, only called out feebly, "Fuji, whad are you doing?"
"I'm coming, get some rest." He replied, and then more quietly, "you may need it."
He made Tezuka sit up to try the drink, which he caught a small sniff off and pushed away.
"Hold your nose and just drink it." Fuji said, pushing it into Tezuka's hand. "It's a legitimate remedy."
"For whad, though?" Tezuka asked sourly. Fuji ignored him, pinched his nose for him, and tilted the glass until the drink was going into Tezuka's mouth. Halfway through he pulled a face, spluttered and pushed it away.
"Dat's digusdink!" He said, and sniffed.
"Here," Fuji said, offering him a tissue and taking the rest of the drink out into the kitchen. When he returned, he found Tezuka with the tissue stuffed up both nostrils, and seemingly out of it, near sleep. Fuji could not resist getting out his camera.
"Inui!" He ran over excitedly at the next tennis practice. "You never got to see it, but I saved a picture for you!"
Tezuka was nearby, looking exceedingly curious. Funnily enough, his cold had passed within the next 48 hours, which had been the weekend anyway, so he hadn't had to miss any school. And he knew that meant Fuji had only seen him in that time, and he vaguely remembered hearing the sound of the digital camera starting up...
"Fuji!" He yelled at the very same moment Inui started laughing. Fuji looked around, as innocent as could be.
"Tezuka?" He asked wide-eyed. And sneezed. Tezuka's mouth settled into a welcomed smirk.
"Sounds like you're getting a cold." He said smugly.
"Ah, crap." Fuji muttered, shoving the camera as far down into his bag as possible, and making note to hide it well before Tezuka could dig it out while he was incapacitated and make his suspicions positive.
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fandom: Prince of Tennis
pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
challenge: From
vacivity: Tezuka gets sick and Fuji torments him with weird home remedies. notes: Sickfic! Featuring Inui also, 1190 words, and full of fun pronounciations ;)
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"I'mb nod sick," Tezuka protested down the phone, making Fuji want to giggle, "my parends juds thord I should stay hobe this timbe."
"I'm coming over." Fuji said, and hung up on Tezuka before he could protest, just as he'd had done to him many times before. All of them had; Tezuka was not great on the phone.
Fuji let himself in with the key he knew was under the flowerpot for emergencies; considering there was always someone at home at the Tezuka residence, his mother hadn't had any worries informing Fuji of this little piece of knowledge. "You never know when it might be important to be able to get in! A fire, someone letting the bath overflow, a circuit overloading..."
Tezuka's mother was practical, but it was scary how in depth her thoughts could go on such gory subjects. Fuji was reminded of Inui, a little. Or himself.
He found Tezuka sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket, but otherwise attempting to pretend nothing was wrong. He had read the same sentence of his book four times in a row, and still not realised it.
"You're too warm." Fuji said, spreading his fingers across Tezuka's forehead. They were cold from his journey, and Tezuka shivered.
"I'mb cold!" He replied, tugging the blanket round himself more. "So cold. Bud there's nothig wrongd wif me. Really!"
"No, you always talk like you have corks stuffed up your nose," Fuji agreed amiably. "Lay down." He practically pushed Tezuka down until he was stretched out across the couch, and proceeded to tuck the blanket around him so tight and thoroughly that he could not move.
"Whad did you do?!" Tezuka demanded, wriggling like his life depended on being able to get up. "I carnd move!"
"Good." Fuji replied. "Then it worked. Yuuta taught me a trick or two about how to trap a classmate in his own sheets, or set them up so you'd rip them once you tried to get in, and then have to do chores to make up for the damage. Boarding school is full of such fun and games apparently."
"I doned care, gemmeout!" Tezuka replied, and immediately squeezed his eyes shut like it hurt to yell, and stayed still after that.
"I'm going to find something for you to eat." Fuji said. "Excuse me."
Tezuka didn't even seem to notice he had gone; there were no protests. Fuji went to the fridge and opened it, finding a sealed beaker inside with a note stuck on it. With his name on the front. Smiling, he pulled it out to read it.
Syuusuke, I just know Tezuka won't be able to resist calling you; though he insists he is fine, clearly he is not. I prepared this soup for him, but knowing him he probably won't eat it. Feel free to use any of my cooking ingredients to prepare any home remedies you may know of. That boy's stubbornness will be the death of me!
It was so like Tezuka's mother to give Fuji full rein; she seemd to know he was good for her son. Fuji knew his next move.
"Tezuka, your mother left soup for you, would you like me to heat it up?"
"I doned even like soup!" Came the half-hearted shout of a reply. Fuji took this as an invitation to do whatever he wished. He plucked his mobile from his bag and dialled the second-most-called number on his phone.
"This is Inui."
"Hey, Inui," Fuji replied, cradling the phone under his chin as he used both hands to open the cupboards and browse the food inside, "I have a question for you. Would you be able to do a little research for me on remedies for the common cold... The stranger the better, of course."
"Of course." Inui agreed. "Who are we tormenting today?"
"You won't believe me even if I tell you." Fuji said with a smile. "It's Tezuka."
"Really?" Inui gaped. "I have to see this!"
"The research, Inui." Fuji replied gently. "Have you found anything?"
"Hmmm, in Texas they reccomend wearing the skin of a white weasel around your neck, or rubbing your chest with goose grease and kerosene, or catching autumn leaves from trees in your hand."
"Anything I may actually be able to obtain?"
"I don't know; know of anyone who has dried frog skins?"
"Do you?" Fuji asked. "You're the only one I know who would."
"Contrary to popular opinion," Inui began, "I do not put frog into my nutrition drinks!"
"I wonder where that rumour began." Fuji grinned. "Though you must admit the freshmen did catch you digging for bugs."
"Amphibians are a completely different area." Inui said stiffly. "Though perhaps since everyone thinks it anyway, I will..."
"Inui, you know I am always more than happy to test out your drinks," Fuji said firmly, "but I do so without knowing what is in them, precisely. Can we keep it that way?"
"Fine. Here's one you can manage; crush garlic and mix it with warm milk."
"Sounds vile." Fuji said. "It's perfect, for a start. Thanks Inui!"
It didn't even take five minutes to prepare; milk warming in a pan, and Fuji crushing cloves of garlic with a pestle and mortor on the countertop. It wasn't a quiet job, but Tezuka didn't seem to notice, only called out feebly, "Fuji, whad are you doing?"
"I'm coming, get some rest." He replied, and then more quietly, "you may need it."
He made Tezuka sit up to try the drink, which he caught a small sniff off and pushed away.
"Hold your nose and just drink it." Fuji said, pushing it into Tezuka's hand. "It's a legitimate remedy."
"For whad, though?" Tezuka asked sourly. Fuji ignored him, pinched his nose for him, and tilted the glass until the drink was going into Tezuka's mouth. Halfway through he pulled a face, spluttered and pushed it away.
"Dat's digusdink!" He said, and sniffed.
"Here," Fuji said, offering him a tissue and taking the rest of the drink out into the kitchen. When he returned, he found Tezuka with the tissue stuffed up both nostrils, and seemingly out of it, near sleep. Fuji could not resist getting out his camera.
"Inui!" He ran over excitedly at the next tennis practice. "You never got to see it, but I saved a picture for you!"
Tezuka was nearby, looking exceedingly curious. Funnily enough, his cold had passed within the next 48 hours, which had been the weekend anyway, so he hadn't had to miss any school. And he knew that meant Fuji had only seen him in that time, and he vaguely remembered hearing the sound of the digital camera starting up...
"Fuji!" He yelled at the very same moment Inui started laughing. Fuji looked around, as innocent as could be.
"Tezuka?" He asked wide-eyed. And sneezed. Tezuka's mouth settled into a welcomed smirk.
"Sounds like you're getting a cold." He said smugly.
"Ah, crap." Fuji muttered, shoving the camera as far down into his bag as possible, and making note to hide it well before Tezuka could dig it out while he was incapacitated and make his suspicions positive.
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