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Title: Not Waiting
Day/Theme: 6. Had Snow White in her glass coffin ever had a vote? Or a voice?
Series: Prince of Tennis
Character/Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: G
Word Count: 701

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.

A/N: AU TezukaFuji drabble series. Sex first then love follows...could this be all possible. Fuji has finally met some who captivated him, the problem is ....

He sat for hours just watching the cursor blinking on the white screen. He was sure he had the ideas flowing in his head, but not one word came to mind to help unleash his thoughts. Four hours had gone by and the story he planned to write remained a thought wandering aimlessly in his head.

Fuji wanted to create a funny gay romance, some sort of a coming out from the closet after years of painful, soul-searching. He rolled his eyes. The idea of painful, soul-searching didn’t exactly fit funny.

Someday my Prince will come… Fuji forgot he had the TV on, and it was showing a commercial for a weekend marathon of Disney's movies. He watched the trailer highlighting scenes of the movies scheduled to show over the weekend, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

Fuji wondered, ‘Maybe a story about a prince, so beautiful even the stepmother’s mirror recognized him as the fairest of them all. The wicked stepmother turned him into a girl and left out in the forest to die, saved by a group of hardworking woodsmen.’

“Hmmm, I might have something here. The prince turned girl, actually realizes he likes men. The spell cast upon him will only disappear with a kiss from his one true love and also would change him back to his male form.” Fuji smiled, “That would work.”

He began typing on his laptop, deeply engrossed in creating the summary for the fantasy romance he plans for the screenplay. About an hour of typing done, he stopped and reviewed the outline.

“Something is missing,” Fuji noted. He thought about his character carefully. He wanted the prince to have a strong character, not so much of super alpha male but waiting for any royalty on a horse to save him from the glass coffin with a kiss wouldn’t be enough either. Fuji sees his prince character choosing the one person he would accept the kiss from and transform him back to his true male form. Yes that’s it. His sleeping prince actually falls in love with one of the seven woodsmen. Hmm, maybe the seven woodsmen also have a secret that the one kiss from the prince would uncover. What if they’re under a wicked spell as well?’

Fuji stretched out his arms and upper body. He has been sitting in front of his laptop all afternoon, determined to fill up the white screen with his story. He reached for the cup next to him and noticed it was empty.

“It's time for a break.”

Fuji’s favorite spot was the huge picture window in the living room with a cushioned ledge where he could’ve spent hours just sitting and staring outside, especially on a day such as today. The sitting area would’ve been a perfect spot for his roommate’s beloved orchids, but he was glad, in a way, that his roommate left the spot as a sitting area and embellished it with a comfortable plush cushion. Shiraishi’s plants surrounded the enclosure, forming some sort of a hidden garden. The atmosphere created by his friend’s collection was somewhat relaxing despite his troubled thoughts.

He quietly watched the streaks of rain as it trickled down the thick glass pane.

‘He said he’d call me back.’

Fuji stared at his watch. Like hell, he had nothing better to do. Deadlines…he has a deadline to meet, meetings to attend and yet, here he sat, wasting away precious minutes staring at the trickling water on the huge picture window.

‘Damn it, I almost wasted the afternoon waiting for nothing!’

Fuji heaved a heavy sigh and gazed at the thick dark clouds and the rain. He won’t sit and wait. It would be Tezuka’s lost if he doesn’t call him back.

‘I made the first move, your turn Tezuka.’

Fuji padded towards the table and returned to his work. He smiled as he gazed at document displayed on the laptop screen. He scrolled back to the top of the document and began to review the story outline. Thankful that he didn’t waste his time, Tezuka may be the first man he fancied, but he won’t go hopelessly crazy about him. Just like his prince character, Fuji will decide who he’ll fall in love with.