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Title: Flying Buchou
Day/Theme: Sept 2; Icarus improved
Series: Prince of Tennis
Character/Pairing: Tezuka and Fuji
Disclaimer: This Prince of Tennis fanfiction story is based on characters and settings developed by Takeshi Konomi and “Shonen Jump Weekly” magazine. No money is being made, and no copyright
infringement is intended. Every character depicted within this fanfiction is above the legal age of consent, regardless of what age they are depicted in the original story.
Rating: G
Word Count: 502

A/N: AU- Tezuka and Fuji are TokyoUniversity students and share an apartment together. A snapshot of their life together, sharing moments to make memories.

Memory: "The only reason I could fly is because of you…"

He watched him suspended briefly in the air, like a winged deity in flight. Tezuka stretched out his arms like spread out wings, blocking the bright sunlight from behind. Next, he volleyed the ball immediately before an entranced Fuji, rendered the last shot and scored the winning point.

Fuji to this time remained enthralled by his memory of the only tennis match against Tezuka in their final year of middle school. The photo on his hand was the proof of Tezuka's prowess in tennis, and he treasured the 5x7 glossy photo like it was some priceless memento. Carefully, he secured the photo back at the page of his photo album which housed the rest of the photos he collected throughout the years of Tezuka playing the sport he loved dearly.

“Kunimitsu,” Fuji spoke. He glanced at the tennis player who was comfortably resting on the couch.

“Hmmm?” Tezuka muttered in response, lazily opening his eyes.

“You forgot to teach me that flying move,” Fuji reminded him with a slight smile.

The tennis player reached for his glasses, so he could see the honey-haired man, “Flying move, Syusuke?” Tezuka did not quite understand the other man's statement, but eventually picked up on its meaning when Fuji pointed at a photo which his beloved boldly described as “The Flying Buchou.”

“Just like Pegasus,” Fuji stated turning the photo album towards him to look once more at Tezuka's framed photograph.

“A flying horse?” Tezuka replied amusingly, “Is that how you see me?”

Fuji tilted his head to the side as he glanced at the bespectacled man before he gazed at the photo once again. An impish smile curved on his lips. “Well, should I say an angel then, a winged-god, Eros perhaps or the human with waxed wings Icarus?” Fuji openly gazed at him. “Nnnnno, I do not think that would do.”

Tezuka grinned naughtily, “Come here,” he flexed an index finger inviting his lover over his comfy spot on the couch. Fuji left his spot on the carpeted floor and climbed over to lay on top of Tezuka. Tezuka embraced him ever so warmly. Fuji could not help but smile and gleam at the loving man holding him.

“You are the angel who gave me wings,” Tezuka confessed, “the only reason I could fly is because of you.”

“Hmmm?” Fuji bit his lower lip enticingly as he watched the hazel eyes devour him openly, “the way you are looking at me now I feel like I'm more like honey glazed wings you are about to eat.”

Tezuka cupped the angelic face before him and playfully bit the point of Fuji's nose, “Well I could do that too,” he whispered, lowering his lips to kiss Fuji. “I'm nothing without you.”

“Kunimitsu,” Fuji sighed, so taken by his lover's precious words, kissed Tezuka deeply. “You still did not teach me that move,” Fuji reminded him as he moaned in between their kisses.

“After I eat,” Tezuka teased, “I need my strength, so I could fly again.”

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