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Title: Holiday Apart?
Day/Theme:December 18 – a long farewell and a time to choose
Series: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Tezuka and Fuji.
Disclaimer: This Prince of Tennis fanfiction story is based on characters and settings developed by Takeshi Konomi. Rating/Warnings : G/ Mention of kissing, yaoi, slight angst - more like a fuss.
Word Count: 1,185 words.

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

Memory: 'Tis the season for love, not fighting.

“Seven days Syuusuke,” Tezuka’s tone bellowed disapproval and Fuji did not blame him. To be sent off on assignment on the last day of school appeared unseemly to him as well.

“It’s not definite, Kunimitsu. I could be home sooner than that,” the artist reasoned out.

“Could?” Tezuka voiced his displeasure, “does not give me any assurance at all. Did you really have to be involved now?”

Fuji lowered his eyes guiltily. Tezuka figured as much. He didn’t volunteer to do the work, but he didn’t reject it either. His professor implored him to take over, convincing him with the free trip and the fact that it could make a distinct notation on his resume.

The TU Art Department planned to showcase a live feed of the different holiday illuminations throughout Japan. The group will be traveling to eleven cities outside of Tokyo in a stretch of one week. Fuji passed on the opportunity when the department came up with the proposal at the beginning of the semester, but three students involved in the project caught swine flu earlier in the week, and his professor volunteered him to participate.

He thought Tezuka would support him on this one. He realized now that he assumed in error. He should’ve discussed the matter with him before pouncing on the offer.

He bowed his head low before Tezuka, “I am so sorry Kunimitsu. I should’ve talk about it before accepting the invitation.”

There was no response from the taller man, unmoving in front of him. Fuji felt some form of dark aura spreading throughout the apartment. It has been a long time since he last felt this stifling dismay coming from Tezuka. While maintaining his low bow, he glanced up at the stoic who stood with his arms folded firmly and his hazel-brown eyes coldly observing him.

‘I don’t like that look in his eyes,’ the artist’s inner voice spoke.

Fuji straightened himself and openly gazed at the seething man before him. He waited without muttering a word but he could feel the chaos of emotions fighting inside Tezuka’s being. He wanted to hold him.

Fuji padded slowly towards his beloved but halted when Tezuka began to walk away without a word. The artist froze, quite anxious about what just happened. Suddenly, he reached for Tezuka’s arm when passed him.

“Please,” Fuji pleaded meekly, “don’t walk away from me, Kunimitsu.”

The artist kept his attention on Tezuka, who simply kept his eyes ahead of him and refused to meet Fuji’s eyes.

“Give me some space for now, Syuusuke,” Tezuka replied, patting the hand holding his arm before he gently peeled off Fuji’s fingers and reluctantly plodded towards their bedroom.

Fuji sighed heavily, letting go of his brooding Kunimitsu. He watched the taller man close the door to their bedroom before he lumbered dejectedly towards the bay window behind the couch. Outside, the twinkling lights adorning the line of trees in the garden below danced like frivolous fireflies during warm summer nights.

He needs to fix their situation before he leaves for Sendai in the morning. It’s not something he could refuse now since his senpai already recommended him for the project. Tezuka knew he had no choice since he is on full scholarship.

‘Kunimitsu never complained before,’ the artist wondered, ‘why now?’

Fuji knew the rationale behind Tezuka’s disapproval. He just wanted an excuse to be angry as well. He sighed. He refused to further twist things around and rank Tezuka, the bad guy. Without any regard for him, he decided on his own, and that hurt Tezuka the most.

Realizing how he did wrong this time, Fuji wondered what he could do to amend their argument. Mind-blowing sex came into view, but that would not occur in the first place with the dispute unresolved. Cooking dinner would not be enough, and he didn’t have the time to prepare surprise meals for each day of his absence.

‘What to do, what to do,’ Fuji thought deeper, ogling at the flickering lights outside.

Maybe he should fake illness as well and inform his professor he contracted the flu or something, but he looked forward to photographing the holiday displays at Sendai, Osaka and Hiroshima. He wanted to capture the faces of the children, most specially, viewing the colorful displays. He read about the different places in Osaka with the illumination viewed at different areas of the canal, a romantic boat ride…

“Oh,” he exclaimed. His inner voice sounded a condescending ‘duh.’ He shook his head, sometimes Fuji would love to smack himself. He oddly smiled, ‘Why didn’t I think of that in the first place?’

He quickly padded towards their bedroom, stopped for a moment in front of the closed door. Hesitating for a second, he hoped Tezuka had enough time to mellow down. He lightly knocked on the door and announced, “Kunimitsu I’m coming in."

The room was pitch-black. Fuji took a moment to adapt to the darkness, searching the room for his beloved. He found Tezuka laying on the bed. With the streak of light beaming from the hallway, he noticed the sulking man blankly watching him. Fuji sauntered towards the shadowed form, maintaining his eyes on him.

“You're not one to be moping in the dark, Kunimitsu,” the honey-haired artist noted.

“There’s a first time for everything,” Tezuka declared, not moving from his comfortable position.

Fuji nudged the pouting man to move as he sat at the edge of the bed. Tezuka did so but remained distant while the artist turned the lamp sitting of the bed table beside him.

“What can I do to fix this?” he asked, smoothing the mess of dark brown hair covering Tezuka’s eyes.

Tezuka gazed back at him. His brown eyes showed the hurt billowing in his heart. “If anything Syuusuke,” Tezuka expressed sadly, “I looked forward to spending the entire holiday break with you.”

“Are you still mad at me?” Fuji asked, randomly twirling some dark trestles on his finger.

“I was but not anymore,” Tezuka replied, gently claiming the hand that played with his hair and pressed a light kiss on its palm before resting the artist's delicate hand on his chest, “I could never stay mad at you Syuusuke.”

Tezuka turned to look at him, “But I’m not fond of missing you either while you're gone.”

“Kunimitsu,” Fuji sighed, "I don't want that either."

The artist leaned closer and kissed Tezuka passionately. Tezuka responded equally, expressing his longing for the honey-haired man. He slowly moved inviting Fuji to lay next to him, the latter did so without wasting a moment.

“Let’s make love all night,” Tezuka whispered, “I want you to miss me badly so you'll come back soon.”

The artist bit his lip, cerulean eyes glinting at him. “Endless night of passion before I go away,” he pause kissing Tezuka once more, “or you could join me and make love every night.” Fuji kissed the surprised man deeply, moaning in his lips, “Choose wisely, Kunimitsu.”

Tezuka beamed at him, caressing his cheeks, “I love you Fuji Syuusuke,” he declared, kissing the artist lightly before getting up and carefully yanking him off the bed.

Startled, confused, and very much excited, Fuji stared at Tezuka questioningly.

Tezuka grinned at him, “Let’s pack.”

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A/N note: link to Great Holiday Illuminations in Japan

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