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imaginedyou) wrote2007-01-16 03:26 am
imaginedyou) wrote2007-01-16 03:26 am
Legion, Anachron [Prince of Tennis: Fuji, Tezuka]
title: Legion, Anachron.
fandom: Prince of Tennis
characters: Fuji, Tezuka. (They are involved at this point, but it's not mentioned here).
prompt: 2am
summary: Set with Tezuka in Germany. Abscence makes people do strange things, and Tezuka can't sleep.
notes: Originally written... a while ago. Reworked and finished 7/1/07. Title and lyrical inspiration care of VNV Nation ;) 1039 Words.
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The phone vibrated in his pocket, making Fuji jump. Luckily the teacher had his back to the class, busy writing notes upon the board. If Eiji's startled expression was anything to go by, he had felt it too; his leg was resting against Fuji's as usual after all.
"Tell sensei I had to run to the bathroom and did not want to interrupt him," Fuji whispered quickly, putting a hand to the phone over his pocket as he slipped out of the classroom. For someone to call him during a class, it had to be important.
The incoming number was unrecognised, and exceptionally long. Fuji suspected he knew who it was before he answered; he had looked up the dialing code for Germany two days ago.
"Tezuka? What are you doing? It's about... 2am there." Not to mention the middle of a school day for himself. He paused for thought. "...You have my mobile phone number?"
"Oishi gave it to me." Tezuka replied, his voice oddly muffled by the reception. Fuji pressed the phone closer to his ear and pushed a finger from his free hand into the other ear to block out the sounds coming from the classrooms along the hallway. He hadn't walked very far before answering the phone. "He doesn't ask questions."
"Doesn't reveal secrets either, it seems." Fuji replied. Tezuka had not answered his first question yet.
"I can't sleep." Came a voice into the silence. "You're right; it is 2am here. And I can't sleep."
"Unusual for you." Fuji conceded, knowing Tezuka kept to a regulated amount of sleep in order to maintain... just about everything. His health, his fitness, his mental capacity. A drill-sergeant-like father and a wary grandfather had instilled strange habits into Tezuka from a young age. Fuji spoke nothing more, still requiring elaboration and a decent explanation for this unexpected, but not unwelcome, phone call.
"I'm... reluctant to sleep." Tezuka admitted eventually. Fuji wondered how much this phone call was costing Tezuka, and still he was dragging out the time with his hesitation to speak. As if he could see Fuji's disbelief through the phone he amended his words. "Perhaps, scared to."
"Scared?" Fuji did not honestly know whether to smile or to frown. "I did not realise you were aware of the emotion."
"Fuji..." Tezuka said, and his voice had a hint of pleading to it. It was too early in the morning hours to tease him. The time had never been right, though, ever. It hadn't stopped him.
"Tezuka." Fuji said in reply, his tongue caressing the name in a way that made it feel intimate, like it was his given name. Tezuka shut his eyelids half-way, before realising that was the problem.
"I have always known what the next day will bring." Tezuka said, sitting up in his bed as straight as possible so as to shake off the relaxing feeling Fuji could send across his entire body just with his voice. "Even the day before I left, I knew what was to come. I had read detailed information about this recovery centre, I had seen pictures..."
"The brochures were very informative." Fuji replied curtly. They had also mentioned in the foot-notes that anyone with an injury serious enough to have them end up there would require an extended stay of months as opposed to just weeks. Fuji had thoroughly enjoyed testing out the true efficiency of his new black marker pen over those particular sentences.
"Right." Tezuka said abruptly, interrupting his own sentence when he realised the words that had been exchanged. "But, tomorrow... The day after that, the day after that. I don't know what happens now. It's... Unnerving."
"You're afraid to go to sleep because it will bring tomorrow closer?" Fuji wanted to speak the words out loud to Tezuka, just to have him make sure he knew what he was suggesting before he affirmed it.
"...Perhaps I should not call like this again." Tezuka said eventually, his voice stiff again.
"Perhaps." Fuji's reply was neither agreement, nor dissuation. It sounded mostly like a simple echo. "And perhaps you should sleep. If you like, I could leave the connection on, and you can listen to my maths lesson. It should send you right off to sleep soon enough. It nearly always does me."
"I appreciate the thought," Tezuka replied, "though I don't know truly whether you are being kind or encouraging masochism." He left the 'my' unsaid.
"Which would you prefer that I did?" Fuji asked, almost beginning to enjoy the conversation. It had even gotten him out of class. "I fear if I tell you not to worry, that nothing in life is resolute, and that everything is prone to change and unexpected results and always has been, you will only disbelieve me, and find a few examples to prove yourself right. If the insomnia is clutching that tightly to you, you'll have had some time to think of them after all, before calling me."
"You feel this way often then?" Tezuka asked hesitantly. Fuji did smile at that; a meek, curious Tezuka, his voice fuzzed by tiredness he refused to give in to. Usually it would not be phrased as a question. If Tezuka was revealing a vulnerability to this extent, that he would throw caution to the wind and call in the middle of the day, then Fuji would give something back, for equality's sake.
"All the time." Fuji confirmed. "Every second, of every minute, of every day. The trick is to pretend that when those unexpected things come along and knock you for six, right off your intended path, that you were expecting it all along. It's all about appearances, Tezuka. I thought you knew."
There was no reply, and though that was characteristic of Tezuka, Fuji believed he could hear deeper breathing than before. "Tezuka?" He asked again, hesitantly, suspecting it would not work no matter how loudly he spoke. Before he had even woven his reply he had loosened Tezuka's tensions enough for him to be lulled into sleep by a familiar voice. It had felt suspiciously out of character for them both, anyway. Now Fuji could pretend it simply had not happened.
Though, he went back to class with a smile.
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fandom: Prince of Tennis
characters: Fuji, Tezuka. (They are involved at this point, but it's not mentioned here).
prompt: 2am
summary: Set with Tezuka in Germany. Abscence makes people do strange things, and Tezuka can't sleep.
notes: Originally written... a while ago. Reworked and finished 7/1/07. Title and lyrical inspiration care of VNV Nation ;) 1039 Words.
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The phone vibrated in his pocket, making Fuji jump. Luckily the teacher had his back to the class, busy writing notes upon the board. If Eiji's startled expression was anything to go by, he had felt it too; his leg was resting against Fuji's as usual after all.
"Tell sensei I had to run to the bathroom and did not want to interrupt him," Fuji whispered quickly, putting a hand to the phone over his pocket as he slipped out of the classroom. For someone to call him during a class, it had to be important.
The incoming number was unrecognised, and exceptionally long. Fuji suspected he knew who it was before he answered; he had looked up the dialing code for Germany two days ago.
"Tezuka? What are you doing? It's about... 2am there." Not to mention the middle of a school day for himself. He paused for thought. "...You have my mobile phone number?"
"Oishi gave it to me." Tezuka replied, his voice oddly muffled by the reception. Fuji pressed the phone closer to his ear and pushed a finger from his free hand into the other ear to block out the sounds coming from the classrooms along the hallway. He hadn't walked very far before answering the phone. "He doesn't ask questions."
"Doesn't reveal secrets either, it seems." Fuji replied. Tezuka had not answered his first question yet.
"I can't sleep." Came a voice into the silence. "You're right; it is 2am here. And I can't sleep."
"Unusual for you." Fuji conceded, knowing Tezuka kept to a regulated amount of sleep in order to maintain... just about everything. His health, his fitness, his mental capacity. A drill-sergeant-like father and a wary grandfather had instilled strange habits into Tezuka from a young age. Fuji spoke nothing more, still requiring elaboration and a decent explanation for this unexpected, but not unwelcome, phone call.
"I'm... reluctant to sleep." Tezuka admitted eventually. Fuji wondered how much this phone call was costing Tezuka, and still he was dragging out the time with his hesitation to speak. As if he could see Fuji's disbelief through the phone he amended his words. "Perhaps, scared to."
"Scared?" Fuji did not honestly know whether to smile or to frown. "I did not realise you were aware of the emotion."
"Fuji..." Tezuka said, and his voice had a hint of pleading to it. It was too early in the morning hours to tease him. The time had never been right, though, ever. It hadn't stopped him.
"Tezuka." Fuji said in reply, his tongue caressing the name in a way that made it feel intimate, like it was his given name. Tezuka shut his eyelids half-way, before realising that was the problem.
"I have always known what the next day will bring." Tezuka said, sitting up in his bed as straight as possible so as to shake off the relaxing feeling Fuji could send across his entire body just with his voice. "Even the day before I left, I knew what was to come. I had read detailed information about this recovery centre, I had seen pictures..."
"The brochures were very informative." Fuji replied curtly. They had also mentioned in the foot-notes that anyone with an injury serious enough to have them end up there would require an extended stay of months as opposed to just weeks. Fuji had thoroughly enjoyed testing out the true efficiency of his new black marker pen over those particular sentences.
"Right." Tezuka said abruptly, interrupting his own sentence when he realised the words that had been exchanged. "But, tomorrow... The day after that, the day after that. I don't know what happens now. It's... Unnerving."
"You're afraid to go to sleep because it will bring tomorrow closer?" Fuji wanted to speak the words out loud to Tezuka, just to have him make sure he knew what he was suggesting before he affirmed it.
"...Perhaps I should not call like this again." Tezuka said eventually, his voice stiff again.
"Perhaps." Fuji's reply was neither agreement, nor dissuation. It sounded mostly like a simple echo. "And perhaps you should sleep. If you like, I could leave the connection on, and you can listen to my maths lesson. It should send you right off to sleep soon enough. It nearly always does me."
"I appreciate the thought," Tezuka replied, "though I don't know truly whether you are being kind or encouraging masochism." He left the 'my' unsaid.
"Which would you prefer that I did?" Fuji asked, almost beginning to enjoy the conversation. It had even gotten him out of class. "I fear if I tell you not to worry, that nothing in life is resolute, and that everything is prone to change and unexpected results and always has been, you will only disbelieve me, and find a few examples to prove yourself right. If the insomnia is clutching that tightly to you, you'll have had some time to think of them after all, before calling me."
"You feel this way often then?" Tezuka asked hesitantly. Fuji did smile at that; a meek, curious Tezuka, his voice fuzzed by tiredness he refused to give in to. Usually it would not be phrased as a question. If Tezuka was revealing a vulnerability to this extent, that he would throw caution to the wind and call in the middle of the day, then Fuji would give something back, for equality's sake.
"All the time." Fuji confirmed. "Every second, of every minute, of every day. The trick is to pretend that when those unexpected things come along and knock you for six, right off your intended path, that you were expecting it all along. It's all about appearances, Tezuka. I thought you knew."
There was no reply, and though that was characteristic of Tezuka, Fuji believed he could hear deeper breathing than before. "Tezuka?" He asked again, hesitantly, suspecting it would not work no matter how loudly he spoke. Before he had even woven his reply he had loosened Tezuka's tensions enough for him to be lulled into sleep by a familiar voice. It had felt suspiciously out of character for them both, anyway. Now Fuji could pretend it simply had not happened.
Though, he went back to class with a smile.
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I'm having visions of emo!Fuji here and a very black, crossed out brochure. I hope Tezuka has a spare one, coz I doubt Fuji's copy is readable ^_^