Great kaitou Tsubame chap 22What I wanted to tell youGreat kaitou Tsubame chap 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
Great Kaitou Tsubame chap 21A Little bit of CourageGreat Kaitou Tsubame chap 21 by UmiHoshi
A breezy spring made place for an early hot summer.
A summer in which a certain phantom thief had a rather full mind.
The words Fuji's father had spoken to him hadn't left his thoughts. Frankly, he was starting to doubt his own motivations.
And by that, the phantom thief didn't appear in the last few weeks.
But still, he and Tezuka met up regularly at work. There was research to do, after all.
And every day, Fuji did notice: He had his mind only on Tezuka.
And as much as that....Tezuka only had eyes for Tsubame..
"This case here still leaves a lot of questions, doesn't it? It's been keeping me wondered for a while now, already."
"...Fuji?" Tezuka pulled his vision away from the notes he had spread around on the table.
Fuji was spacing off, staring out of the window. He had been clearly listening to Tezuka, even if it didn't seem like that... but really, he didn't want to listen...
"Fuji..." The elder laid a hand on his fri
Great kaitou Tsubame chap 20Of Doors and WindowsGreat kaitou Tsubame chap 20 by UmiHoshi
May 5th, London
A woman’s scream shrieked over the hallway.
“Man overboard! Man overboard!”
Tezuka pulled the modified locker open and made way onto deck, trying not to catch the eye of the police chasing the thief, who was no longer to be found.
He ran into one of the policemen. He thought he had seen him somewhere before. He somehow resembled Fuji.
“What happened?” the reporter asked, forgetting formalities as he tried to place where they had met before.
The policeman looked upset. “Tsubame escaped with a kite.”
Tezuka looked around. Where had Fuji gone to anyway? He wasn’t one to miss the heat of the moment like this. Then again, he had a knack for running off.
“Yuuta!” at that thought, the one he had just searched for came running up to them.
“Brother…. What have you been up to till now?” the police, Yuuta, spoke bitter.
Ah, right. This young cop was Fuji Yuuta. Tezuka h
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