Brought Together TezuFujiIt wasn't like Fuji hadn't noticed.Brought Together TezuFuji by UmiHoshi
And even Tezuka wasn't so out of this world that it had went past him completely.
Practice wasn't going as smooth as they all wanted. and pretty sure, they were to blame.
stealing absent glances, being hardly addressable at those times.
uncomfortable irritation, which both of them only knew to stress out on others.
A dreary reluctance, that did no good for the team spirit.
There were times Fuji would even feel pretty guilty with how far he'd let his teasing go. last week, he even got Eiji to cry.
Jealousy. Fuji knew well enough that he was being incredibly petty. But when Tezuka Kunimitsu comes at topic, he just couldn't help himself...
To sum matters up: the entirety of the Seigaku tennis team was suffering along to Fuji not confessing that he's in love with Tezuka.
Or Tezuka not being the one to do so, however you'd like to see it.
Of course, Fuji knew, Tezuka wasn't a man who would let anything, not even something silly as puppy-love, get in his w
Escape Route (TezuFuji)3 matches. 2 lost. 1 won.Escape Route (TezuFuji) by UmiHoshi
Of course it was something anyone had seen coming.
Germany was the 9 times in a row Junior Tennis World Champion.
Japan had fought well. The Japan representative, Tokugawa Kazuya had played a magnificent game that had fired everyone up.
His doubles partner, Yukimura Seiichi had proved himself to be a most remarkable ally.
Nothing was lost yet, anyway. It was only an introduction match.
But that’s not how it works in tennis. It is a sport that above all, strives on mentality.
It is the most lonely sport in the world.
But 2 people had defied that rule today.
One in the war zone. The other from the sideline, watching over him.
The eyes of the media were not on those world champions.
Nor on the Captain of the defeated team.
Masses had surrounded a rather short and slender young boy.
No one had ever seen a player like him.
Fuji Syuusuke was the dark horse before the tournament had even begun.
Normally, Fuji loved such kind of attention. He knew it was a
KaitoPuri: Tsubame 22What I wanted to tell youKaitoPuri: Tsubame 22 by UmiHoshi
“Tezuka? I’m… back..” Fuji stopped his pace.
Tezuka sat on the bench again, the back of his hand covering his mouth, staring intensely at the ground near his feet. The butterfly statue was long gone.
“what… what happened?” Cautiously, Fuji closed in on him.
“Just now… Tsubame was-…”
Fuji looked around. “Tsubame? He was here?”
Tezuka nodded in silence, still staring at the ground.
Not really knowing what to do, Fuji held the bottle of orange juice he got them against Tezuka’s cheek, to cool him down.
Slowly, Tezuka gazed up to him. Never before had Fuji seen him this defenseless and flabbergasted.
“Fuji…. What should I do?... he kissed me…”
“…. That’s….” Fuji stared at him, not sure of what to say.
Both were silent for a while.
“I’m…. I’m sorry.. Shall we go home?” Fuji started.
White WallsWhite Walls by UmiHoshi
I don't remember...
when it is I came here...
or how long it has been...
all I know is, that...
...these 4 white walls have become the entirety of my world...
The world is at peace. But not healed.
what before was considered 'human' was now either 'a nazi', 'a jew' or 'an american' and their supporters.
All I know for myself is that my name is Tezuka Kunimitsu. And I was born in Germany. and as that.. I am German.
And I followed Germany. Much as others, I was left little choice.
And I was trialled for it.
To be left in this room. forgotten.
I had given up on screaming. And pleaing for forgiveness.
I soon noticed no human hand was connected to the small shutter that suplied me with food.
I assume they did not wish to dirty their hands with me and decided to keep me alive.
and so I'll have to stay here.
I don't know...
I don't know...
I can't separate day from night. I sleep when I am tired. and eat when I'm hungry.
I scribble on the
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